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It caused quite a commotion, me and Sandy climbing aboard this train. As we walked down the isle, row after row of predators checked us out. I felt a strong finger slip in my waist band and hold me back. “Hey cutie, you clean?” A crocodile man asked. “Yes sir, I'm clean. I'm not even in diapers.” I explained, a little bit flustered. “Look, she's embarrassed to still need checked.” A hyena man snickered from across the table. “I don't need checked!” I whined, “I'm clean and dry.” I pointed at my groin. “You're clean and dry now. But we'll see if you make the trip. Either way I'm sure the train attendant will have some fresh diapers to put you in after you ruin those pants.” The crocodile man smiled as he mocked me. He was confident I wouldn't make the trip dry. Once he took his finger out of my pants we kept walking and found some seats. Me and Sandy sat beside each other at a table. “Hey Lyra. You've got the tickets, right, and the notes from our husbands?” “Of course. I panicked like three times worrying I'd left them at home.” I smiled proudly. Sandy sighed with relief. In some time the ticket checker came along. “Tickets please.” He said. I went into my bag and handed him the tickets. “These go all the way to Boston. Who's accompanying you two?” “We're going by ourselves sir.” I explained. He furrowed his big brown bear brow. “We have notes from our husbands!” Sandy said, “A Wolf and a Polar Bear.” I handed the ticket taker our notes and he read them, nodding along and in deep thought. “Well if you're going alone I'll be checking you every hour. Also I'll need you to stand up so I can put plastic on the seats.” “That's really not necessary.” I said. “Lyra, let's just do it.” Sandy submitted. “Sandy we can't just…” I stopped talking when I saw how beleaguered Sandy's face looked. “Ok.” I agreed. We both slid out of the booth and the ticket checker turned us around by our shoulders. He pulled back our pants. “Wow, both in panties, I'm impressed!” He praised us. Then he turned us to the front and pulled out our pants to look for wet splotches. “Yep, clean and dry. You're all clear.” The ticket taker lifted the seat and there was a storage compartment underneath. He pulled out a plastic sheet and quickly put it over the long cushion, me and Sandy would be sitting on. “Have a seat, girls, and for being so cooperative, how about I send over a couple of hot chocolates or apple juices?” “Thanks sir, I'll take an apple juice.” Sandy said. I whispered in Sandy's ear, “If you get the apple juice they're probably gonna put it in a sippy cup.” “It's fine, Lyra, we're both subs. Drinking from a sippie isn't super embarrassing." I turned to the ticket man. “I'll take the hot chocolate.” “Of course.” He bowed his head and walked away. “Wow, that was a lot.” I said. “Yeah. Getting checked was a little frustrating, but it's better someone do it than leave us unchecked.” Sandy said back. “We're both potty trained. We don't need to be checked.” I argued, “and we don't need this plastic. I'm gonna get a sweaty ass from this. Then somebody's gonna mistake me for being wet.” “You're so cute, Lyra.” Sandy said, “Always trying to be so big. We're bunny girls. This is just life for us.” She turned around and pointed at a skunk man. “See, he’s getting checked.” I saw the skunk man being bent over and checked thoroughly. “Yep, we got a dirty diaper!” the bear man called out. “Please sir. They're just skid marks!” He begged. “Let's get you up on the table and changed, little one.” He picked him up by the armpits and laid him down on the table. Everybody in the train gocked at him, as his jeans were pulled down and his diaper was opened up. The bear man went into his bag for materials and he carefully wiped the skunk's butt with wet wipes. He took the old diaper out from under him then opened one up and slid it under his bum. “Are you gonna be a good boy and try to keep this thing clean?” “Yes sir.” He whimpered. He taped the skunk’s diaper up then helped him to his feat and pulled his jeans up for him. “Good boy.” “At least we didn't have to be changed in front of everyone.” I mumbled to Sandy and she laughed. Just then a large breasted marmocet woman approached us. “Hello girls. I've got your drinks.” I saw she was wearing a Train Attendant uniform. She sat down the drinks and of course Sandy's was in a sippy cup. Mine wasn't much better. A canary yellow mug with cartoon baby bird on it that was saying, “I'm a big girl” We thanked her and she smiled down at us. “I hear you girls are travelling unattended. I want you to know if you have any trouble you can just call out to Toby, the lion at the front of the car. He's train security and he won't let anything happen to you.” “Thank you.” I said, smiling up at her softly. “Also, if you have an accident Toby can change your diapers too. He's got surprisingly soft hands.” She smiled down at us. “Thanks.” I said, dropping my smile. The marmacet woman walked off and now Sandy and I were finally alone. “So what do you wanna do?” She asked. “I brought a projector chome so we can watch a movie if you want.” “That sounds fun.” Sandy smiled. I took the chome out of my duffle bag and sat it on the table. I poked the top and a 3ftq floating screen appeared above it. “What movies do you have on it?” Sandy asked. “I've got Bunny Girl in the Big City, Kittens in paradise, Gangsta Wolf, Wolf Stalker, Wolf Stalker 2 and Revenge of the Rabbits.” “Holy carp, isn't Revenge of the Rabbits a banned movie?” “I found an illegal copy. Dimitri had a copy and I copied it over to mine.” “We're definitely gonna watch that some day, but not here in the open.” Sandy said, in a titillated voice. “We can watch Wolf Stalker tho.” “Yeah, that movie's hot as shit.” I said. I heard a wolf growl from across the isle. I looked at him and tried to act submissive, “Sorry sir, I didn't mean to swear in public.” “Mind your P’s and Q's else you might end up spanked.” He said sharply and I nodded. I set up Wolf Stalker on the projector chome and I programmed it to broadcast sound only to Sandy and I's ears. Watching the movie's opening credits I shuttered with excitement. The sounds of Wolves growling and snarling and submissives begging for mercy. It reminded me of my own Wolf Husband and the times he took control in the bedroom. The movie was an intense psychological thriller. We watched a POV shot of a wolf following a young bunny woman into an alley. Her looking terrified and then him lunging at the girl. It cut to her in a hospital, waking up and giving a statement to the police. Everything was foggy and surreal. Through the movie the bunny was haunted by hallucinations of the wolf. The cops couldn't do anything or find any evidence to find the wolf and every time the bunny thought she'd found him he was gone. Eventually the cops assumed she was insane so they put her in a daycare program to help her feel safe. That was when the wolf came. He was a staff member at the daycare and she went ballistic. But the wolf man didn't admit to anything so she was stuck there under his supervision. The camera drifted out as the bunny girl beat on the window of the daycare. Then we saw the Wolf's hand pull her away. “I think somebody needs a timeout.” He said. Sandy and I's fur was standing on end and we were holding each other tightly. “Holy crap! That was the wolf man!” I said, in terror. “She's totally screwed. The police aren't gonna let her stop going to daycare.” Sandy agreed, equally horrified. “I wonder if the other staff will protect her?” I asked. Suddenly we saw the looming shadow of a tall and chubby lion man. “Hey girls. What are you watching?” He asked. “Hey Toby!” I smiled at him politely, “We just finished a movie called Wolf Stalker. It was really good!” “What was it about?” He asked. “It was psychological thriller about a bunny trying to get away from a wolf that was stalking her and she ended up under his supervision in the end.” “Wow. It's good to see kits like you two watching wholesome movies like that with good morals.” “Thanks!” Sandy and I both said. “So the ticket taker instructed me that you girls are gonna need your diapers check every hour or so.” “Oh we're not in diapers.” I said. “But you can check our panties!” Sandy assured him. “Of course.” He smiled and nodded. He picked me up with ease, like I was a stuffed animal. He pulled my pants back and looked down in. After that he flipped me around and studied my crotch. “Looks clean to me.” He said, then he set me down on my feet. He picked up Sandy next and pulled her pants back. He flipped her around and studied her crotch. His eyes squinted as he tried to focus on and Sandy looked very embarrassed. The lion man went in close and sniffed her special area. He undid her belt and tugged her pants down. “Uh oh.” He said, “Somebody dribbled a little.” “What!?” I asked, looking quickly over at Sandy's panties and seeing three little wet marks on the front.” “Please, I'm sorry sir.” She begged, “I just got scared by the movie.” “If you can't hold it in when you're scared how can you be trusted out of padding? All you little ones are so full of fear.” The lion man slid my projector chome to the side and laid Sandy down on the table. He tugged her jeans all the way off and lifted the seat again to access the storage. He pulled out a diaper, with a picture of a little boy on front, going “uh oh” He opened it up and taped Sandy into it and she covered her face and squirmed not wanting it on. “There you go.” The lion man said, “I'll take these to get cleaned. He grabbed her panties and jeans off the floor and walked away. “Wait! But how will I cover my shame?” Sandy asked him. “Don't bother covering it. Everyone on the car already knows you need them.” Sandy looked horrified as she looked around and saw everyone on the train staring at her. “Oh god.” “Hey, it's ok.” I said as I ran up to hug her. “I peed my pants, Lyra. I'm a bunny stereotype.” Sandy looked on the verge of tears. “No, you're not a stereo type. You had an accident. Three little dribbles. As soon as we get to Boston we'll get off the train and find a carnivore who will take that off for you.” “Thanks Lyra.” She said. “You wanna watch another movie?” I asked. “I should report my accident so I don't get accused of attempting to hide it.” Sandy said as she took out her chome. I looked around and saw everyone else typing on their chomes, reporting Sandy's accident likely. “Asshole carnivores.” I thought. Sandy took out her chome and reported her accident while I stood and watched. “How how many strikes is that?” I asked her. “Oh it's my first one in the last 6 months so it's not a big deal. I won't lose my potty training licence over it.” Sandy assured me. “That's great.” I poked at her diaper, “I wonder if the tapes are even sub proof? I could try picking at the tapes and see if we don't need a carnivore to remove it for us.” “I don't know. I don't wanna mess with it. It's the rules of the train, you know?” “I get it.” I nodded my head, “You wanna play a video game? I brought my Nintendo Chome!” I offered. “Hell yeah! Behemoth Shadow?” Sandy suggested. “Hell yeah!” I went in my bag and pulled out my Nintendo Chome. Then Sandy and I took out our pocket chomes and put them on controller mode. I booted up Behemoth Shadow and we picked our characters. My engine was all revved up and horny from watching the Wolfman in the movie, so I picked Deylous, a sexy Vampire Wolf with a long sword. Sandy was a bit shaken up so she selected Tula, a Deer Priestess who was really the best healer in the game. The opening cutscene played as we got excited to play through the plot again. The goal of Behemoth Shadow is to explore this abandoned city full of demons and fight extremely difficult boss demons. You only get one life so if you die that character’s dead for the rest of the game. You can start the game with as many characters as you have players and there's 12 different characters to choose from. There's a bunch of different endings you can get, including only one with a happy ending. In the first cutscene, a diapered and helpless bunny woman is kidnapped by the biggest boss demon and whisked away into the city. Now it's up to us two to make it all the way to the big church in the centre. The first few fights weren't hard, but I was worried about handling all the combat on my own, due to Sandy playing a healer. I gathered little bits of extra gear and I found a spell book. “Sandy. Pick that up. It might be a combat spell. You could do some damage.” I told her. “Oh ok.” She agreed and picked it up. “Oh! That's awesome! It was spark of paralysis.” She tested the spell and paired it to her square button. “That's so great!” I said. It'll be super useful!” We played on, collecting more gear and the first boss was actually pretty easy because it used physical attacks. Sandy just paralyzed it and I would stab it over and over. We kept that going for quite some time. “Spark of Paralysis is a really great early game spawn.” I said. “Absolutely! We're making quick work of this!” Sandy agreed. We approached the second boss. Barfing Veronica. We knew she wouldn't be as easy because of her acidic vomit attack, which she would still be able to do even when paralyzed. We both ran to either side of her and Sandy paralyzed her. Then I came in and slashed at her chest until the 6 second paralysis wore off. We repeated it a few times until her health bar got low enough and she started barfing in all directions. I was dodging pretty well, but Sandy got hit and she received the poison effect. Sandy was losing health fast so I knew I had to finish quickly. I used the Delta Sword Combo so that I could get her in a feedback loop of flinching and dealing damage. I accidentally left enough of a window for her barf to come to come out and she got me as I tried to do another combo. I was poisoned too. Sandy used poison heal on me before my health got too low but Veronica was coming at me with her claws. We had to do something quickly. Sandy grabbed a vase and threw it at Veronica. It didn't do much damage but it got her agroed on her. Then I came in with a grand thrust from behind and got her right through the stomach. It dealt a huge chunk of health. Suddenly Veronica was agroed on me so Sandy looked around and saw a spell book. She picked it up and saw it had Toxic kiss. Sandy learned the spell and tethered it to her X button before running up and kissing Veronica. Suddenly Veronica was poisoned and stumbling. I came at her with a sword and Sandy used regular punches to deal some damage until finally Veronica fell. We had won, just barely. Sandy used Poison heal on herself. With only 16hp left to go. I grabbed some of the lute Veronica dropped. “Poison tipped dagger!” I said, “Sandy, you should have this so you can do more damage in these fights.” I said. “Good idea.” She agreed. I put the item on the ground and Sandy picked it up. Suddenly she'd be a lot more help. We carried on fighting a few more bosses. Struggling and barely making it, but we beat them in the end. Toby the Lion man approached us again. “Hey girls. It's time to have your diapers checked again.” “Oh ok.” I paused the game and stood up. The lion quickly pulled back my pants to look down in. He studied my panties closely. He grabbed my butt. “Hmm feels damp.” “Oh that's just butt sweat. Smell it, it's not pee.” I explained. He lifted me up by my armpits and stuck his nose right in my butt taking deep sniffs. “Yeah, it doesn't smell like pee. But just to be safe I'm gonna put you in a diaper.” “What!? No! I don't need a diaper! I didn't pee myself!” I argued and tried to wiggle out of his hands. Nevertheless he laid me down on the table and pulled down my pants. “Hey what happened, did she wet herself?” The wolf man across the aisle asked. “Nope, she just has a really sweaty butt.” The lion explained. “And you smelled her and everything?” “Yup.” He confirmed. “Great.” The wolf man stayed and stared at me as the lion man took off my panties as well and quickly taped me into a pink diaper with a princess on it. He took my pants and panties. “You'll get these back after the train trip, kiddo.” He said. “Thanks.” I groaned. Then he walked off with them. “Well Lyra, looks like we're both diaper girls now.” Sandy smiled at me. “Ugh. I know.” I sat down on the bench again feeling the crinkle of my diaper against the crinkle of the plastic seat cover. “Did he even check your actual diaper?” I asked her. “No, which sucks because I actually am wet.” “You just peed yourself sitting here?” I asked, a little disgusted. “What's my other option? Asking a carnivore to take me to the potty and remove my diaper for me? No thank you.” “Ugh, you're kinda right.” I thought for a second then I realized I kinda had to pee, “Crap, I should've been using the bathroom during the trip.” I said. “Gotta go already?” Sandy asked. “Yeah, I wasn't really thinking about it during the game.” I grunted as I stood back up, struggling to move right with the big bulky padding between my legs. I walked up to Toby, the train security guy, who just changed me, and Sandy followed. “Hi Mr Toby sir. I had a question.” “What is it, sprout?” He asked. “I gotta go potty and I can't take my own diaper off so can you take me to the potty and help me?” It was humiliating asking him that. Toby smiled wide. “Of course I can, look at you, such a big girl for asking for help!” He started petting my head. He looked over at Sandy. “Do you need the potty too, kiddo?” He asked. “No, but you forgot to check me. I-” she stuttered getting it out, avoiding eye contact the whole time. “I need my diaper changed.” She admitted. “Oh sweetheart.” He said and pulled her in for a hug. “Of course. I'll change you first and then I'll take your friend to the potty.” He picked Sandy up and carried her into the next train car, while I scrambled to follow them. There were more people in this car and everybody stared at us. Two bunny girls with exposed diapers being guided through the train by security. We walked through another car and another and I was really starting to squirm. My need to pee was desperate. The final car was pale yellow with little duckies painted on the walls. There were fold down changing tables along the sides and training potties scattered around the light blue carpet. I tugged on the lion man's sleeve “Mr Toby sir. Can I go to the potty now?” I begged, trying to look sad for him. He ruffled my hair. “It's ok, kiddo. We're just gonna clean up your friend and then we'll go.” He folded down the changing table slowly and then he placed Sandy down carefully on it. He buckled her in for safety. He walked over to a cupboard at the front of the car and riffled through it trying to find the right size diaper until he found one with cute trains on it. He walked back over and opened up Sandy's diaper. He wiped her up nice and clean, being very careful to get everything. Sandy looked clearly upset by how long it was taking. I stood next to them dancing and wiggling. Watching every part of the change, I didn't know how much longer I had. The longer the change went the more it hurt to hold it in. Finally he taped her up and patted the front of her diaper. “There we go, nice and dry.” He turned to me. “Are you ready for the potty?” He asked. “Yes! Thank God!” I said, but as I began to walk I felt my bladder let go. With every step more and more pee flooded my diaper and I couldn't stop it. “No no noooooo.” I whined. “What's wrong, Sprout?” The lion man asked. “I-” I sniffled, “I’m peeing myself.” “Aww.” He put his hand on my shoulder, “You poor thing.” He sounded empathetic until he switched to nonchalance. “Well, finish peeing and I'll clean you up like your friend.” he said. I finished peeing my diaper and felt the thing inflate against my private parts. “Oh god.” I whined. I squatted down to get absolutely everything out of me. “Ya all done?” he asked. “Yeah.” I pouted and looked away from him. He picked me up with ease and put me on the table. He squeezed the front of my diaper. “Wow, you're absolutely soaked! It's a good thing we put you in a diaper, huh? You might've ruined your pants!” He said with a smile. I hid my face in shame. “Sorry sir.” I moaned. He smiled at me gently. “It's ok, kiddo. Who could expect a little bunny girl like you to keep her pants dry. That's exactly what the diapers are for.” He placed his hand on my chest and pushed me to lay down on my back then he got to work changing me. He opened me up, wiped me down, put a fresh diaper under me and powdered my butt. “Are you gonna try your very best to keep this one clean?” He tickled my tummy. “Y-ee-haeah!” I said through my laughter. “Good girl.” He said then he taped the new diaper onto me. He picked me up by my armpits and got me on the floor. “So can we head back to our seats then?” I asked. “You can, or, I can offer you both a chance to see the observation car!” He said as he did a little dance with jazz hands. “Yeah sure!” Sandy said, happily. The lion man was thrilled, “We'll be going by a big canyon soon with a lake at the bottom. So it'll be quite a view!” “I'd love to see it.” I agreed and smiled. “And having two cuties like you there will be the cherry on top.” He said. Sandy and I smiled up at him. For a bunny girl I've always been on the more independent side, but I still like being cute and having carnivores tell me that I am. That's why I married a wolf, one of the hungrier species. My Duncan never forgets to make me feel cute and little and shove me against a wall when he sees me. I was deep in thought as the lion man guided us through the train cars. Everybody looked at me and Sandy as we walked by and a crocodile man even squeezed my diapered butt. “All clean.” He smirked. Eventually we made it to the observation car. Looking around, I saw huge windows and a spectacular watery view. The sunlight gleaned off the waves and the sky was pale blue with puffy clouds. The side of the canyon was an orangey brown with tufts of grass and random trees. The train was rushing and we could see the view passing by. “Girls! Come on!” Toby waved for us to follow him up a set of stairs. Once we were on the top floor of the observation car the view was even better. Plexi glass on all sides and even binoculars. I opened up my payment app on my chome and scanned it to use the binoculars. I put my eyes in and looked. Far away there were ducks floating in the water and seagulls flying high above. “Wow.” I said. “Let me see!” Sandy pushed me aside. She looked through the binoculars and I could see from the look on her face she was blown away. I looked up at Toby and he wasn't looking at the view. He was watching us. He looked so happy. “Mr Toby! You're missing the view!” I reminded him. He patted my head, his heavy lion paw resting on top of it. “I’ve seen this view hundreds of times. But something that helps is to see it through someone else's eyes. You two haven't seen this before. So I wanna see you and all your cute behaviours seeing this wonderful thing.” I hugged him, my head only reaching halfway up his belly. “Wow, Toby you're so wise.” The lion man rubbed my back softly as I looked out at the lake and he looked at me. It was so very peaceful. In time the train moved on and we were out of view of the wonderful lake. We crossed back into a city where we had only buildings and graffiti to look at. “It’s well done graffiti.” I said. “But I don't want you girls getting exposed to any dangerous ideas.” He picked Sandy and I up and supported us each by our diapered bums with one hand. Then he began to walk us back to our original train car. I rested my head on his chest and Sandy did the same. He carried us through the train cars and everybody swooned at us. “Aww.” “such cuties.” “little angels.” “Poor things couldn't make it back, eh?” “Naptime already, girls?” All sorts of carnivores called out to us until finally, Toby sat us in our same seats from before. Surprisingly he sat directly across from us at the same table. I yawned. “Are you staying Toby?” I tilted my head and looked interested. “Yeah. I think it's best if I keep an eye on you two.” “Otay!” Sandy said, rocking back and forth with a big smile. “Do you wanna watch a movie with us?” I asked. “Sure!” He said. I turned on my projector chome and the screen floated above it again. Every projector chome is visible from both the front and back. I showed him the list of movies. “These are the ones I have.” I told him. Toby put up his claw and moved the movies around looking through all of them. “I don't know girls, these are pretty grown up.” He took out his pocket chome. “Actually I have some more age appropriate movies saved to my chome, I can transfer them to your projector.” “Age appropriate? We're 28.” I laughed. “Sorry. You know what I mean. These are big titles for bunny girls. Wouldn't you get scared?” He defended himself. “We watched wolf stalker all by ourselves and we didn't get scared at all. I bragged. “Wow, very impressive.” He praised me. “And besides we wouldn't get scawed wiff a big stwong Lion man to protect us!” Sandy said happily. “Aww. You little angel.” He reached across the table and ruffled her hair. “Ok, if you're not in the mood for a kids movie I guess that's fine.” He said. “I don't know. I could take a look. Transfer them over and we can pick from a bigger list!” I offered. “Good idea, sprout!” He praised me, then he woke up his chome and tapped some options. He held his chome to my projector chome and we heard a ding. A whole list of movies appeared on the list. Kids movies like ‘Elmo in Grouchland’ and ‘Barney's Great Adventure’, but also big movies like ‘The Bear’s Hunt at Night’ and ‘Portrait of a Show Goat’ Wow these are some crazy movies! So many options!” I was mesmerized. “I have some on my chome too!” Sandy said and then she tapped her chome on my projector chome too. Even more options appeared. Mostly normal stuff. ‘Dog Wolf Fox’ ‘Padington 2' but one of them caught my eye. The thumbnail was a bunny girl just straight up being penetrated on top of a bed. The title was ‘Virgin Bunny gets railed by Big Bad Wolf’ “Is that a porn movie!?” I asked. Sandy gasped as she covered her face. “Shit! No! Sorry! I! I didn't think that would be in the same section for the transfer all button!” She fiddled with her chome trying to take it back but Toby and I both laughed. “It's ok, sprout. I won't tell on you.” Toby said as he put his hand on her arm to comfort her. “Besides, it's normal porn. The carnivore is clearly dominating a herbivore. Nothing wrong with a 28 year old watching that. It's got good morals.” He said with a smile. “Thank you, sir.” Sandy whispered, unable to make eye contact with us. I chuckled. “How about we watch The Bear’s Hunt at Night?” “Are you sure? That's pretty scary for a couple of Bunny's.” “Maybe you can come over and cuddle with us to keep us safe?” Sandy suggested. Toby smiled, clearly very pleased at that idea. “Great idea, sprout. You're so smart.” He stood up and walked to our side. He lifted me up by my armpits and slid in between me and Sandy. He sat me down next to him and put his arms around both of us. I really did feel safe in his muscular arms. I adjusted the audio settings to come to his ears too, then I started the movie and it was a blast. The movie opened with a proper upper middle class family. There were two bunnies, a 40 year old mom and a teenage daughter. There were two wolves as well, a wolf dad and a young wolf son. They pulled up to a cabin on a bright sunny day talking about their vacation. The dad and the son carried the bags inside, then the dad laid his daughter and the mom on the bed and took off their diapers so they could swim in the lake. Later at the lake there was a looming presence in the woods, watching the family. The day went on peacefully. They had a BBQ, they grabbed fire wood and when night came they gathered around a campfire. The mom and the daughter were carrying on about a disagreement they've been having when suddenly a giant bear man stumbled out of the woods. At first it seemed like he was just drunk, but as he got more threatening the tenseness got too much. The young wolf attacked him to keep the bear away from his sister, but the bear was too strong. The dad got involved and soon they were fighting two bears. The mom and the daughter fled towards the cabin. More weird drunk looking bears came out of the woods. The bunny girls were stuck in the cabin, the bears just outside. They didn't know if their wolf men were still alive. Finally a bear broke the window and unlocked the door. The bear walked in and it was a violent scene afterwards. Far too messed up to be written down in this story. That was until the wolf dad came in and hit the bear with a heavy fire wood log. The family left the cabin and ran for the safety of the car. There was a big bear woman and the dad had to fight her. But when two more bears came from the woods the two bunny girls had to rely on the wolf son for protection. He tried his best, but in the end the bunny girls were captured. They were brought back to an old Victorian house and put into Victorian baby doll outfits with huge poofy diapers. Members of the bear family would come in and play with them and praise them. The movie ended with the mom and the daughter finally coming to a solution on what they've been arguing about. But nevertheless they were both babies now. No longer a mom and a daughter. Music played over the cabin grounds as it cycled through all the corpses including the wolf dad and wolf son. It was brutally sad. “Jeez, so those two bunny girls are just stuck like that.” I moaned, I felt sick. “Yeah. I think it'll be a good environment for them being praised so much.” Toby said, “I'm sure they miss their husband and brother, but at the end of the day someone needs to take care of them.” Sandy and I looked at each other, wondering if we watched the same movie as Toby. “I think it has good morals too.” The lion man said, “The bunny girls clearly knew better than to try and fight a carnivore. That's something that would never work anyway.” “Yeah. That's true.” Sandy said. “And it is good for us to have a caretaker.” I agreed, “But did they have to put the girls in those babydoll outfits?” Sandy look bewildered. “You didn't like the babydoll outfits!?” She asked. “Not really.” I said. “I love babydoll outfits like that. I'd wear one any day of the week.” “I think you'd look really cute in an outfit like that.” I told her with a chuckle. Toby hugged us a little tighter. “I think both of you girls would look adorable in those dresses.” He said sweetly, “I think we have some in the daycare car. Do you want me to put you in one?” “Yes please!” Sandy almost shouted. “No thank you, sir.” I said. “Well Sandy and I both voted yes so it seems like things are going one way!” The lion man picked us both up by our hips and began to walk us back through the train cars. We walked through the isles again and once again every carnivore stared right at our exposed diapers. They cooed and called at us and made us feel little and cute. In time we got to the daycare car. There were a few different herbivores in t he car. A fluffy purple carpet covered the floor and little duckies were painted on the walls. The lion man wasted no time pulling Sandy's shirt off. She looked embarrassed standing there in just her diaper. Toby knelt down and searched a big plastic chest labeled Dress Up. He fished out an elegant Victorian era dress and quickly walked over to Sandy, sliding it over her head It was pale pink with hot pink ribbons and lace all around. Toby cinched the ribbons in the back so the dress would conform to Sandy's shape yet she couldn't take it off herself. “Wow! You look so cute!!” Toby did a little dance with glee. Sandy looked happy as she danced around and did a twirl in front of a mirror. “I so do!” She agreed. “Now let's get Lyra all dolled up!” He said. As he walked towards me I ran away. But the corner of the car wasn't far enough to run. The large and strong lion man caught up to me and grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, moving my arms with his strength so it was easier to remove. I tried my best to cover my breasts with my arms as Toby dug through the dress up chest again. He pulled out a navy blue sailor dress with a white collar and red bow. He walked over to me. “Please Toby, I don't wanna wear that?” I whined. “You’d rather walk around in just your diaper?” He asked. “I want my old clothes back.” I whined. “Not gonna happen, champ.” He smirked. Then he lifted my arms and slid the dress over top of me. He buttoned the belt so the dress fit my waist, then he tied the bow up all pretty and placed the big poofy hat on my head, parting my long bunny ears to the sides. “Oh my god! You're adorable!” He bit his finger as he looked at me. “Thanks.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “Wait, both of you, turn around and bend over.” Toby said, casually. “What!? Why!?” I asked, horrified at the thought. “Lyra!” He said sternly, “A carnivore has told you to do something! Are you going to do it or do you need to be reminded of your place?” He grabbed his belt on his pants. “Sorry sir!” I said, then Sandy and I both turned around and bent over. “Just like I thought.” Toby said, “We can barely see your diapers under those things. I think you'll need thicker ones.” “You think so?” Sandy asked. “Why?” I whined, “I don't want a thicker diaper. People don't need to see I'm wearing one!” I stomped my foot. “Uh oh.” Toby patted my butt with his big strong paw. “Someones a fussy baby. I think we're comin’ up on a spanking.” “I'm sorry sir!” I yelled as I got down on my knees. “I don't need spanked. I'll be a good girl! I'll wear a thicker diaper!” He grabbed my face and made me look him in the eye. “Good girl.” He said. Then he picked me up and folded down one of the changing tables attached to the wall. He walked over to the dress up chest and rifled through it until he pulled out two gigantic cloth diapers. He laid me down on the changing table and flipped up my dress. He didn't take off my disposable diaper, instead he put the new one over top, adding it over and safety pinning it on. He helped me up and the diapers were so thick I couldn't get my legs together. As I tried to walk I felt myself do an extreme waddle. Looking at my reflection in the window I could see the diaper was huge and definitely peeking out from beneath my dress. “Lyra! You look so cute!” Sandy snickered, “Just like an overgrown toddler!” “Your turn, kiddo.” Toby said as he swooped up Sandy and put her on the changing table. Just like me he put the new diaper over top of her old one lickity split. He pinned it on and helped her up. When Sandy hit the floor I pointed and laughed at her. “You're toddling even worse than me!” Sandy's foot fell from underneath her and she hit the floor. “Oh my god are you ok?” I asked, still smiling a little. “aaaaaaAAAH!” Sandy started crying softly at first, then things got louder. “WAAAAH! AH! AAAAH! NO I WAAAAAAH!” Toby picked her up, his strong muscular arms holding her close as he rocked her back and forth. “Shhh, shh, sh, sh, shhh. It's ok, little one. I'm here. You're safe.” Sandy shoved her face up against the lion man's chest and allowed herself to fully embrace the safety of his arms. When I finally lost the strength in my leg from this weird position I allowed myself to fall to the floor, landing on my heavily padded bum. Once Sandy stopped crying, Toby scooped me up and said, “Come on girls. Let's get you back to your seats.” I snuggled into his chest to hide my face as he brought us back through the rows of hungry carnivores. Them seeing us in our new dresses made them see us as even more cute. “Such good babies.” “Nice and quiet.” “Almost naptime?” “Look at those dresses!” “Big diapers for big messers.” They cat called us all the way back. Finally Toby sat us in our seats. Sitting in our thicker diapers felt incredibly weird. The bulky cushion almost forced me off the seat, it was so big and soft and slippery. In just a little time more we felt the train stop and a voice came over the speaker. “Stop 119 in Boston. Passengers departing to Boston have 10 minutes to exit the train.” “Shit! I gotta get out of this and get my normal clothes on!” I said. “That's impossible. Your clothes are in the laundry room, that's like 60 cars away.” “I've got some clothes in my bag!” I said, “if you take my diaper off I can put them on!” “Nope rules are you wet yourself once you wear a diaper till the train rides over.” Toby said coldly. “Well surely you want your cloth diapers back. Our normal clothes will fit over a regular diaper.” “Sorry girls. But if you're getting off at Boston I'm afraid I've gotta escort you off the train. Unless your tickets go further.” “Toby! What happened to us being helpless little bunny girls who need to be watched? Can't you help us?” I asked. “Sorry girls. I'd love to help. But I'm on the clock and so are you.” He stood up and put our chomes into our bags for us then pulled us to our feet and pushed us to the door and off the train. “See ya later girls!” He said, “it was fun playing with you!” “Toby please! We need help! We can't walk around Boston in these! They'll think we're preschool students!” I begged desperately. “I understand you may be feeling some emotional distress. I can't help you with your clothes, but I can give you these.” He held out his hand and we put up ours to receive. He placed two pacifiers into our hands. “Two complimentary pacifiers, for you good little sunny girls!” He ruffled our hair one more time than ran back to the train just as the door was closing. Toby watched out the window as the train pulled away and we were left stuck in these huge bulky diapers. With only these babyish dresses to conceal their mass. I turned to Sandy. “Are you sucking on the pacifier?” “Ith comfoting.” She said in a huff. “Let's go find a carnivore who can take us out of these.” I groaned. Sandy nodded and followed me out of the train station. Both of us just toddling and waddling.

Quick preamble: I was reading a story on Sofurry called Dedicated Diaperbitch (https://sofurry.com/s/pnGpANg1) in which a male wolf takes his slightly younger diaper-loving fox boyfriend to an orgy with three other male wolves where the fox becomes part of the pack by letting them all have sex with him. At one point, one of the other wolves mentions, "treating his pet well," and I thought, "Wait, does every wolf in this country have a diapered fuck-fox?" On further reflection, the other wolf's pet wasn't necessarily diapered, but anyways, it inspired me to make a story about a country where every wolf has a diapered fuck-fox, and somehow that situation isn't completely terrible. (Although if you're a fox who's just visiting...) Chapter 1 “And where's your wolf?” The vixen customs official asked. Tarkik considered himself a faithful fox. He was a heterosexual male, but he could appreciate the beauty of a vixen, even a red fox like this one and not an arctic fox like himself, without being tempted into infidelity against his wife and their two kits. He was, however, having trouble processing what the customs official had said because she was wearing a lanyard around her neck with her ID card attached, a disposable baby diaper that was quite visibly wet, and absolutely nothing else. “I'm sorry, what was that?” He asked. “As a fox, you're legally half a person,” the mostly-naked customs officer said. “The other half of your person is your wolf, who must accompany you at all times. I can't let you through without your wolf. Where is he?” There had been two seats on each side of the aisle of the train he had just arrived on, one large and one small. Tarkik had sat in one of the small ones and a caribou had taken the large one. In every other pair of seats, the small one had been occupied by a red fox and the large one by a wolf. He hadn't found anything suspicious about that at the time. He looked back at the line of travelers he was now holding up. Every fox was holding paws with a wolf of the same sex. Sometimes when the line stopped, a fox took the opportunity to remove all of their clothes until they were wearing only a disposable baby diaper before giving all the clothes to the wolf, who stashed them in a shoulder bag. Many of the foxes had already done this. Tarkik looked back at the customs officer, trying hard to focus on her face and not her diaper, or her exposed nipples. “I don't have one.” “Did you not research the laws of Wolfoxia before planning this trip?” She asked. “My former manager was supposed to come on this trip. He left the company on short notice and I was promoted into his position, so I inherited the trip.” “And he's neither a wolf nor a fox?” “He is a snowshoe hare.” The fully dressed wolf bitch in the same booth finished helping a wolf and fox combo at the window on the other side and came over to join Tarkik and the near-naked fox instead of beckoning another pair over. “So it's pretty obvious,” she said, “that when the constitution says, ‘fox,’ what it means is, ‘red fox who lived in the nation of Wolfia or Foxia, or the new nation resulting from their merger.’ But it doesn't say that, it says, ‘fox,’ and you're definitely a fox, and we have to enforce the law as written. How long is your business trip?” “Two weeks,” Tarkik answered. “That is technically long enough to make a federal case of it, but you might not have any time left for business, and it's really your company's responsibility since they sent you on the trip.” “So what should I do?” Tarkik asked. The topless vixen slid his passport back to him and pointed to a door. “Why don't you wait in the secondary inspection area while we process everyone else from the train, and we'll try to figure something out?” Tarkik took his passport and walked toward the door, dragging his rollaboard suitcase behind him, thankful it would give him a respite from looking at the vixen’s nudity. Tarkik laid on a bench in the secondary inspection room. He hadn't been able to reach anyone at his company by telephone and he didn't think he should call his wife and risk waking the girls when it would worry her without her being able to do anything, so he'd been trying to take a nap for about twenty minutes when the bitch and vixen entered. Changing the vixen's wet diaper had clearly not been a priority for them, which made Tarkik feel a little bit important. “We called your situation in to our head office, so if we're allowed to make an exception for you, they'll let us know,” the bitch said. “You're not in any trouble, but worst case, you'll have to sleep here and we'll send you home on the first train tomorrow.” “In the meantime,” the vixen continued, “you're probably curious about the wolf and fox thing.” “I'll be honest,” Tarkik replied, “I'm more curious why you're naked except for a diaper.” “It's the same reason,” the bitch said. “Okay, so a few decades ago, Wolfia was about to perform a sneak attack against Foxia. Foxian intelligence found out, and Foxia’s leaders contacted Wolfia’s military leadership and asked what it would take to end the war with no casualties.” “To be clear,” the vixen added, “Foxia had better technology. It thought it would win, but with many casualties on both sides. They wanted to know what those lives were paying for.” “Right,” the bitch continued. “Of course Wolfia thought it would win too, so the military leaders asked for everything. The first one figured they'd enslave every surviving fox, so they said, ‘Foxes will work for wolves.’ The second figured, ‘why not make the foxes sex slaves too?’ So they said, ‘Wolves can fuck foxes whenever they want.’ and the third... well, the best speculation is they wanted to humiliate the foxes, so they said, ‘Foxes will wear and use diapers, and they can't wear anything on top of them.’” “Presumably except for when they were being raped by wolves as part of proposal number two,“ the vixen interjected. “Oh, sure,” the bitch agreed. “I actually think the third wolf figured there was no way Foxia would accept the first two, so why not be absurd?” “I don't think any of them thought Foxia would accept, so they weren't careful with their wording,” the vixen said. “Obviously they weren't going to agree to what Wolfia meant, but what they did was announce to the surrounding countries, and they hacked Wolfia’s TV and radio stations to announce it there as well, that they had agreed to merge with Wolfia under some conditions Wolfia had proposed. First, foxes and wolves would be paired up by sex, as closely as possible by career and family, and the pairs would remain in each other's presence at all times.” “They had to avoid the foxes being sold, or trucked off to labor camps, or even left at home to do domestic labor,” the bitch chimed in. “It was possible a wolf would try to make their fox do their job, but would you hire a wolf to get their fox's labor when you could get a wolf and fox who would work together?” “Second, a fox is assumed to consent to sex with their wolf at all times,” the vixen continued. “You couldn't have wolves prostituting their foxes out,” the wolf explained. “They figured most wolves wouldn't actually want sex slaves, and most of the ones who did were heterosexual. Since the pairs would also be same sex, this meant the wolves could have sex with a fox whenever they wanted like the demand said, but they probably wouldn't, and the damage from the rapiest wolves would be limited.“ “And third,” the vixen concluded, “foxes would wear and use diapers, could not wear clothes on top of them, and it would be the responsibility of their wolf to change their diapers.” “That one was too specific to get around,” the bitch said, “but they were pretty sure whoever suggested it either didn't have kids or wasn't involved in raising them. Like, someone was going to have to change those diapers, and it was pretty obviously going to be wolves if they actually wanted it to get done.” “So they announced this like it was a done deal?” Tarkik asked. “Well they had a recording of the demands,” the bitch said, “so they could justify that they were satisfying them, but also, the other nations thought Foxia was insane to accept those terms. None of them, nor Wolfia's civilians for that matter, knew the sneak attack was being planned. Wolfia would look really bad for prosecuting an undeclared war against a nation that had agreed to be annexed under such unfavorable terms.” “And then Foxia countered the sneak attack without talking about it, and Wolfia couldn't admit they tried to go through with it and failed, so they just pretended the whole thing really was their idea in the first place,” the vixen said. “And you're not embarrassed to be naked except for the diapers?” Tarkik asked the vixen? “Why would I be?” She asked. Then she crouched down a few inches and scrunched up her face, and Tarkik heard the flump of her soiling her diaper. Then she stood up like nothing had happened. “Do you need your diaper changed?” The bitch asked her. “Yes, please,” the vixen replied. “Would you like your pussy ate?” The bitch asked. “Yes, please,” the vixen replied. “We're going to get her cleaned up,” the bitch told Tarkik as though he hadn't heard them candidly discussing the cunnilingus that was also going to take place. “We'll be back as soon as we hear something from head office.” As they walked out of the room, Tarkik watched the tail of the vixen swish back and forth. Below it, the lump of mess pulling down the seat of her diaper swished back and forth as well. He was not sure he wanted them to hear good news from their head office. They returned about fifteen minutes later with the vixen wearing a clean diaper. “Head office has come up with a solution,” the vixen said. “Normally when a fox dies, their wolf will ask to be euthanized, or vice versa. There is a male wolf in the city who didn't do that. Head office got in touch with him, and he’s agreed to be your Temporary Wolf for the next two weeks. He's on his way here now.” Tarkik was slightly concerned about whether his company's security would approve of a stranger accompanying him in the building, but he supposed anyone can sign a nondisclosure agreement. Suddenly he had a more worrying thought. “I don't have to let him have sex with me, do I?” He asked. “No,” the bitch said. “I mean, at your age, if you'd been paired at birth you would. It turned out that wolves and their foxes love having sex with each other, or at least ones that were paired at birth do, so they didn't need to assume consent, but there were legitimate reasons for a fox to say no, like having a perforated colon.” “He did survive,” the vixen added, “and his wolf was devastated to have hurt him just because he felt like he couldn’t say no.” “Anyways, the constitution was amended a few years ago so there's no assumption of consent between a wolf and their fox for new pairs after that date, and that would apply to you.” Tarkik was so relieved, he didn't think to ask the obvious other question about the situation. About half an hour after that, a lone wolf arrived carrying a shoulder bag like the one the other traveling wolves had been carrying. He introduced himself as Moon, but was otherwise quiet and withdrawn. There was a photo booth in the inspection area, and the customs officials took a photo of each of them and printed a temporary ID card that had both of their pictures on it. With that in paw, they were able to return to the customs booth in the now empty entry hall and Tarkik got his passport stamped for entry. “Welcome to Wolfoxia,” the bitch said. “Thank you,” Tarkik said, appreciative of their explanations and how late they had probably stayed on account of him. Now he was eager to check into his hotel. He was pretty sure the reservation was by the room, not the occupant, so it wouldn't be a problem for Moon to stay with him, though he hadn’t made the reservation so he didn’t know what the bed sizes were. “By the way,” the vixen said, interrupting his train of thought and pointing at a door, “there's a washroom over there where your wolf can change you into a diaper.”

Kinda of a silly question, but how do you get more involved in the furry community? I'm not interested in fursuiting or in conventions, but more online things like sites, forums, art commissions, etc. I've always liked furry art since I was in middle school, but I've never really delved further than that. I'm now in my mid-thirties and in some ways I feel like I'm too old since the community does tend to skew much younger. But grey muzzles like me do exist and it would be nice to try and connect with some. I do know that BlueSky has a sizeable community. And there are places like FA, but I have heard that FA isn't the greatest place for diaperfurs and babyfurs.

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Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. He had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. The leopard pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

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 folks! Sorry for a bit of an absence... I could just blame work, but while that was definitely a factor, this time it was for another reason. This one-off story right here! Or, well, that and the idea behind it. See, I came up with an idea for... a game! Basically, I'd been thinking about dating sims lately, and suddenly an idea popped into my head. Basically, what if one were to take the elements of a dating sim, but instead apply them in a different way... In this case, I'm calling it a Found-Family-Sim, and I'm gonna try to make it a point-and-click visual novel with plenty of choices! The player character, who can choose from several backstories as well as pick their gender and species, finds themselves in the beautiful and mysterious town of Cherry Lake. As they explore the town and get to know the townspeople and potential adoptive parents/families and begin uncovering secrets, they may notice that they seem to be... getting younger?! Players will find that their choices and actions have consequences, some small, others quite large, and that there are multiple outcomes to be found! It's an ambitious project for someone who has never programmed anything ever, and knows next to nothing about coding, but it's still something I'm gunna try nonetheless! Anyways, this little one-off is to introduce you to some of the characters to be found in Cherry Lake as well as a little bit of the town, and to highlight some choices to be made. Okay, rambling over, and I hope that you all enjoy it! Welcome to Cherry Lake by Panther Cub "Maybe I should pull over," Tyler mumbled to himself while he squinted to peer out his windshield. The windshield wipers were going as fast as they could to wipe away the torrential rain coming down, but it was only barely enough. As far as he could tell, the black winged cat was still on the road. His headlights illuminated the dark trees on either side of the road and lit up the dotted white lines in the center. He took a quick second to check his GPS, and huffed as it read No Signal still. Then, the sky briefly lit up, and there was a crack of thunder that sounded like a gunshot. "Holy crap! That sounded close!" Tyler fidgeted a little, wondering again if he should pull over. But looking again at the sides of the road, there really wasn't much of an 'over' to pull off to. Then, he rounded a bend and his heart leapt. Lights! The twinkling lights of a town, hopefully his destination, lay just a few miles ahead. As he drew closer and closer to the town, the rain started to taper off, quickly becoming just a light drizzle, and then dispersing entirely. Looking up a little, he could see some stars and even the bright full moon starting to come out from the cloud cover. The glow of the moon lit up the drenched surrounding area a bit, just in time for his headlights to shine on a big wooden sign on the side of the road. "Welcome to Cherry Lake," Tyler read aloud, his green eyes now wide open, "the hidden gem we're all looking for." He felt that that was a bit of a strange slogan, but just shrugged. It was at least painted in beautiful paw-crafted calligraphy in a bright green on the white backing. Passing by it filled Tyler with a sudden sense of giddiness, so much so that he let out a happy giggle. He quickly got himself back under control, figuring that it was just relief at not only being out of the storm, but finally making it to his destination. And hopefully, the place he could finally get a fresh start on life. The streets were still soaked as Tyler entered town, his tires splashing through the occasional puddle. He stopped at a red light and pulled out his notepad with the directions written down on the first page. He noticed a sheriff car pass by and briefly felt worried that maybe this small town might not be so welcoming of him. But he quickly shook that thought away as he looked again at the directions to Mr. and Mrs. Marble's house. With his dwindling savings, he couldn't believe he'd found a room to rent at such a low price. And calling up the couple to see if it was still available... something about how they spoke just put Tyler at ease, which had not been an easy feat considering how badly he was doom-spiraling at the time. Driving around a little more, he spotted a street named Joy Avenue, and quickly turned down it. Slowing down a little to read the house numbers, he came to a stop in mild disbelief. It was a white two-story Colonial-style, with large bay windows, large white pillars, an impressively manicured front lawn and squarely trimmed hedges with a gravel driveway leading to a two-car garage. Thankfully, despite it being nearly eleven at night, there were plenty of lights on inside. With a nervous gulp, Tyler turned into the driveway and put his car in park, hesitating before killing the engine. He reached over to the passenger seat where his two suitcases and laptop in its carrying bag were stacked, and started grabbing them. After shutting and locking the car door, he looked back up at the impressive house and steeled himself. Worst case scenario, he'd have to leave and park somewhere to sleep in his car for the night. Tyler was halfway up the front steps when the front door opened, and he was bathed in a soft yellow light. "Ah, there he is!" A smiling brown-furred rabbit wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks stood in the open doorway, his blue eyes twinkling. "Glad you made it here in one piece, son!" "Is that Tyler?" A soft feminine voice asked, belonging to a light gray rabbit in a bright blue dress, a frilly pink apron tied around it. Her brown eyes lit up with excitement as they beheld the winged cat. "Oh my goodness! Look how big you are!" "Uh..." Tyler stood there, stunned at the friendly voices he quickly recognized, being just as warm and welcoming as they had sounded over the phone. "Mr. and Mrs. Marble? It's, uh, n-nice to meet you!" He set down one of his suitcases and held his paw out to shake. Mr. Marble shook his paw and chuckled some more, startling Tyler as he pulled him into a hug. "We're huggers around here, son," Mr. Marble said, letting Tyler go and giving his headfur a ruffle. Tyler could feel his cheeks reddening beneath his black fur. "Harold, help the boy out of the cold! And sweetie, you look like you're absolutely famished. Please, let me make something nice and warm for you." "Uh, th-thanks, b-but I can carry it--" "Now, now, son. It doesn't hurt to let someone lend a helping paw once in a while," Harlod said, grabbing the suitcase with a grunt and herding the feline into the house. Tyler looked around, spotting a large family portrait. Mr. and Mrs. Marble were sitting under a tree on a bright sunny day, sitting in their laps were three young kits, two boys and a girl. Everyone was wearing their Sunday best and clearly in the middle of laughing. Seeing the picture brought back memories, bittersweet ones that he'd been trying to forget. "We took that picture last Easter," Mr. Marble said, causing Tyler to jump. "It was right before the big Egg Hunt!" "O-oh?" Tyler remembers scrounging around bushes and looking under rocks in search of colorfully dyed eggs to put in his basket, excited for each and every one he did find. "Yup! Here in Cherry Lake, it's actually a pretty big festival! And it's not too far off if you think you'd be interested in it." Mr. Marble gently clapped Tyler on the back. "Wait, do you mean helping set up and hide the eggs?" "Well, yes, we certainly can always use a helping paw when we're setting up for a festival around here," Mr. Marble chuckled while herding the winged cat down the hall and towards the kitchen. "But I also meant to join in on the fun! There's an Egg Hunt for the kits, and then one for adults." "Really?" Tyler felt the faint embers of excitement at the idea that he might get to be able to play the game again, after all these years. "Yup! First prize for adults is usually a gift certificate or voucher from one of the shops here in town. The kids basically compete for baskets of candy and toys, though the winner gets a really big one." "Oh, Harold, I know how excited you are for community projects, but Tyler just got here. Let's let him decompress after such a big trip and then get some shuteye. Then you can start trying to recruit him into helping out his new community!" "Yes, Clara," the bunny man chuckled and gave Tyler a mischievous wink before setting the suitcase down next to a pulled-out chair at the table. Tyler sniffed and winced as his stomach audibly growled. Mrs. Marble giggled as she stirred a pot on the stove, using her free paw to flip something over in a skillet. "Sounds to me like you could use a nice warm meal before bed, young man. Go ahead and take a seat, I'm almost done." "You don't need to fuss over me, Mrs. Marble, honest," Tyler said, feeling his cheeks flush at the sound of further giggling. "Oh hush now. I love cooking and we're not gunna let our special guest who'd just been out in the cold and the rain go to bed without something warm and tasty in their belly." Not wanting to be rude, Tyler sat down. A few seconds later, a bowl of steamy tomato soup and a plate with a golden brown grilled cheese sandwich, cut into triangles, as set before him. "Dig in, honey!" His tail giving a happy swish, Tyler picked up one of the triangles, feeling a little giddy at the sight of the stringy cheese, before dipping it into the soup. After letting it soak up all that tasty tomato goodness, he raised it to his mouth and took a bite. Tyler actually had to fight back tears, as the flavor washed all over him. Memories of being small and home sick, with a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich always helping to make him feel better. "Oh my goodness! It's just so wonderful to know that it's not just my family that likes my homemade tomato soup!" Clara Marble said, clasping her paws together. "This is homemade?" Tyler asked in amazement, dipping some more of the grilled cheese into the red steamy liquid. "It sure is, hun!" Clara looked like she was about to say more, but froze, her ears twitching. Her smile never wavered, even as she started to put on a stern-looking face, her paws on her hips. Tyler briefly worried he had done something to offend the kind rabbit lady. "Alright you three! It's rude to spy on our special guest. Come on out now." Tyler looked confused until he heard some snickers coming from around the doorway. In trotted the three children from the earlier family photo, now all wearing pj's. "Everyone, this is Tyler. I expect you all to be on your best behavior and make him feel welcome in our home." The trio nodded, all gazing curiously at him. Admittedly, it made the winged cat feel a little nervous. Almost like they knew something he didn't. Clara then gestured to the tallest of the bunnies, a girl with mostly white fir with a few caramel splotches. "This is Claire, our oldest at age eight." "Nice to meet you, Tyler!" She said with a giggle. Next to her was a gray-furred bunny boy, wearing a bright red cape attached to his deep blue pajama shirt. "Here is Jonny. He can be a bit of a ball of energy, but what six-year-old isn't?" Finally, the smallest of the trio stepped forward. He had all-black fur, was hugging a purple teddy bear that matched the color of his footed sleeper, and he had a bright blue pacifier in his muzzle. "And this is our littlest, Colin. He's a bit shy, which can be pretty normal for a two-year-old. He's also just the most inquisitive little guy you're ever gunna meet!" There was a lull in the conversation, and Tyler quickly realized that everyone was looking at him expectantly. Feeling his anxiety start to rise a little, he tried to think of what to say... "Yo, wassup l'il homies!" He internally shook his head at that, figuring that would just result in them pointing and laughing at him. H-hi there, guys! Tyler winced a little at just imagining how awkward he felt he was going to sound. "How's it goin', ya weird little munchkins!" He frowned, thinking that one sounded a little too mean. Deciding on the second option, Tyler smiled, doing his best to sound more confident than he did in his head. "H-hi there, guys!" He winced again, feeling even more awkward than he had been expecting it to feel. The children giggled, with the littlest bunny boy smiling up at him before walking up and wrapping his little arms around Tyler's leg in a hug. There were some coos from the parents and Claire at the sight. Blushing a bit, Tyler reached down and ruffled the little kit's headfur, not knowing what else to do. Colin beamed up at him with bright blue eyes. "Alright you three. It's time to head back to bed now that you've all introduced yourselves." Colin reluctantly detached himself from Tyler's leg and gave a wave, one which the feline was quick to return. Tyler then froze when Mrs. Marble turned towards him. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, young man. As soon as you've finished your meal, you'll be needing some shuteye, alright?" Tyler was quick to nod, his face heating up a little. He jumped a bit when he felt a paw clap his shoulder. "As soon as you're all finished, I'll show you your new room," Harold said with a twinkle in his eye. Tyler nodded and sat back down. Reflecting on the interactions was quite the surprise. Having spoken to Harold and Clara over the phone when he'd found the advertised room for rent, they had both been pleasant and polite, but he hadn't been expecting something as... warm and inviting as this. Thinking back to his own childhood household... yeah, on second thought, probably best not to go there. Soon enough, the soup and remaining grilled cheese is all gone. Making sure to rinse off the dishes in the sink before heading up. Only now did he notice the soft eggshell blue of the wallpaper, offset by the earthy chestnut brown hardwood flooring. The staircase leading up had a white bannister, with photos of the children at different events and stages of life lining the wall up to the next story. "Thanks for rinsing off your dishes, Tyler." Harold praised, making the winged cat jump and his fur stick out in surprise. "Uh... n-not a problem, Mr. Marble." Tyler blushed at his mumbling. The gentle pat on the back made him look up at the bunny man. "Now, now, please, call me Harold!" "... O-okay, Harold." Harold's eyes twinkled again in amusement. "Now let's get you to your room! It's the one at the end of the hall." As Harold led the way, Tyler followed behind, his wings gently flapping a little. The first door they passed was open, showing a bathroom, with two little colorful stools sitting next to the sink, presumably for the boys. Next door was closed, with Claire posted on it in bright pink and glittery wooden letters. Catty corner to her room was John's door, as his had the same wooden letters sticking to it, in red and blue. Next to John's bedroom door was little Colin's. His was halfway open, green and orange letters spelling out his name. Inside, Clara was sitting in a rocking chair next to a solid oak crib, the little kit in her lap, hugging a blue plush dragon and sucking on his binky. She was quietly reading him a bedtime story, the entire scene just tugging at Tyler's heartstrings. "Here we are, Tyler," Harold said, pushing open a soft white door. Tyler smiled, the room painted a deep forest green, which went well with the hardwood as well. There was a desk resting under a window with a matching green curtain covering it. Tyler's luggage was set on top of an old-fashioned steamer trunk set at the foot of the queen-sized bed. Off to the side was a door that opened to a private bathroom, with an indoor closet close to it as well. Above was a ceiling fan with lights and a small lamp on the bedside table. "Now I know that it's a bit spartan, but I'm sure we can make it much more comfortable for you as you get all settled in." "N-no! It's fine as it is!" Tyler said, meaning it. "Are you sure? I mean, before, it had been decorated by Claire for a little sleepover she had with some of her friends... and we figured that you might not appreciate all the bows and ruffles and lace and glitter." Tyler tried to repress a shudder at the thought of him sleeping in such a room. "If you'd prefer a change, don't be afraid to let us know... even if you'd like us to put it back to its pretty princess theme." Tyler rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "Uhm... thanks, but yeah, I think I like this best." "Okay, Bud! Now if you need anything, feel free to come and get us, we're just upstairs." "Will do, Harold." Tyler smiled. "Goodnight, Tyler," Harold said, heading to the door. "Goodnight." Finally left to his own devices, Tyler went to his suitcase and unzipped it, unfolding his clothes and hanging them up in the closet. He stopped and looked at his dark blue suit, considering wearing it to his upcoming interview. It was his best suit, one of the last gifts his father ever gave him... and yet his eyes were immediately drawn to some tears down the right lapel, stitched together the best he could, but noticeable nonetheless. His frown deepened as he took in the left side, in the midsection, where there was a large slice also stitched closed. Despite the dark blue, he could still see some of the bloodstain. His paws started to shake and his breath became more rapid as looking upon the suit brought him right back to that terrible night... NO! He won't think about it tonight. Getting it on a hanger, he hung it up in the closet. Next to it was a bright green polo shirt that would go well with a pair of khaki slacks. While a suit and tie were typically considered more professional for a job interview, the shabby state of his only one did not sit well for Tyler, On the other paw, the green polo and khakis was a look that also seemed professional, and the fact that these were new and devoid of any cuts or blood stains... The winged cat took a moment to consider it, and decided to lay out the polo and khakis for the interview. He let out a yawn and changed into his favorite pj's, a simple gray tank top and matching shorts, Tyler went into his new bathroom and brushed his teeth before slipping into bed and turning out the light. He had just closed his eyes, when he heard a quiet creak from the bedroom door opening. Cracking open his eyes, he saw Colin try to tiptoe into the room, his arms behind his back. "Colin?" Tyler said in a quiet voice, sitting up. Startled at being caught, the little black bunny jumped a bit before looking down at his feet, covered in his purple footed sleeper. Still sucking on his binky, the bunny approached Tyler and pulled his purple teddy bear out from behind his back. He pushed the plush towards the grown cat, eyes wide and hopeful. Tyler thought about his options. His first option would be to gently refuse the toy, but he got the feeling that it would make Colin upset. He could accept the plush friend and worried about anyone finding him with it. Would the Marbles' assume he'd just taken it from the baby of the family? Or would they find it weird that he'd sleep with a stuffed animal? Looking back down at Colin, Tyler sighed and smiled, taking the teddy-bear from him. "Th-thanks, little dude. I'll hold onto him for a little while, okay?" Colin happily nodded and practically ran back out the room, letting out an excited giggle. Tyler felt good about making the little guy so happy, but then looked down at the purple teddy bear. It had black button eyes, a bright pink nose, and a small smile stitched onto its muzzle. Something about the plushie just felt so... familiar. Getting back under the covers, he turned the bear over, that familiar feeling really starting to bug the feline in the back of his mind. Just as he was about to set it on the bedside table, Tyler let out a large yawn, and curled up, unaware that he was hugging the bear to his chest now, and drifted off to sleep. The Next Day... Golden sunlight shone down, causing the dewdrops to twinkle as Tyler slowly drove by. After a quick, yet delicious, breakfast of oatmeal with some fresh raspberries added in, Harold and Clara wished him a good day just as they started to get their kits ready for school, and in Colin's case, a playdate. The more he observed the Marble family, the more Tyler felt a pang of hurt. Pushing those feelings aside and concentrating on the directions that Harold had given him to get to his interview. After leaving the quaint neighborhoods behind, Tyler stopped the car at an intersection, his breath catching in his throat. Houses and buildings gave way to the sight of the lake that the town took its name from. It was massive with crystal clear waters lapping against a nearby dock. Practically ringing the body of water were cherry blossoms, in full bloom. Reluctantly, as he felt he could just stare at the picturesque scene for hours, he turned right and headed up the main street. It was actually pretty quaint seeing all the little businesses he was passing by. He spotted a surprisingly large raccoon man in a green apron sweeping the sidewalk in front of a bakery. He spotted Tyler and smiled, giving a hearty wave, which the feline returned. As he drove on, in the direction of his upcoming interview, he once more couldn't believe his sudden stroke of luck. Having been looking down the barrel of homelessness, now here he was, in this idyllic little town, renting a room with the last of his dwindled savings, about to give his all to land a job at said town's local candy factory. Cresting a hill, he could see it, a large building built right next to the water, a giant water wheel turning in a river feeding into the lake. The building seemed to be made of brick, and was painted a bright cherry red. "Here goes nothing," Tyler muttered to himself, briefly checking to make sure his fur still looked brushed and presentable, and that his polo shirt and khakis were wrinkle free. Giving his reflection a nod, he continued on towards the unknown, feeling a burst of confidence bloom in his chest. Let me know what you guys think of the idea so far!

 I sat at Miss Breckenridge’s desk as my new three foot tall (ears excluded) rabbit classmates filed into the classroom in front of me. They came in every combination of fur color and pattern, but all wore the same uniform as I did with a peach sailor-style top and a gray skirt, though each of theirs had a vent in the skirt for their tail, and mine was a slightly different color since there was no hand-me-down (paw-me-down?) in my size, so it had to be hastily custom tailored to fit me. Most of them gave me a confused look, but they all proceeded to their seats without comment. Miss Breckenridge herself, wearing a paisley dress with pockets over fur that was agouti other than a white patch on the underside of her tail, stood watchfully to my right. As the last student entered and the clock ticked to the start of the hour, the loudspeaker over the door played what I assumed was this school’s version of a bell: not a harsh ringing, but white noise, gradually fading in, then out. Miss Breckenridge clapped her paws gently to get the class’s attention. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Stacy,” she said, then beckoned me to stand. When I did, the top of her head was only as high as my shoulder. “Her family will be living on our island for a while, so she’ll be joining our class starting today,” she continued. “Now, I’m sure you’re all excited to introduce yourselves to her, since many of you have never met a human before, but remember that she’s never been around this many rabbits at once either, so try not to overwhelm her.”  “Hello,” I said with a brief wave. Looking out at them in their uniforms, I wondered if there was a clue I had missed that this would be an all-girls (all-does?) school. They didn’t react to my wave; maybe it wasn’t a gesture rabbits used.  Miss Breckenridge put her paw on my shoulder, stood on tiptoes, and whispered in my ear, “We put your desk in the back row because you’re taller than everyone else, but if you have trouble hearing, let me know and we can move you to the front of one of the sides.” I nodded and picked up my book bag from her desk, then walked down the aisle toward the vacant seat at the back.  The other students’ heads barely turned as I passed them in their seats, their eyes just above my knees. I quickly reached my desk and hung my bag on the hook on the side. It had started as the same type of desk everyone else was sitting in, with the surface fixed to the seat with a solid bar, but some cutting and welding had visibly taken place, extending the legs and making more room for my knees under the storage compartment. I slid into the seat, which was made of uncomfortably hard laminated wood. The desktop was remarkably large considering the size of its typical user—probably bigger than the desks at my old school—and like all the others, there was a small patch of evenly-cut grass in the corner. I’d never had a desk with a lawn before.  “Everyone who was in this class yesterday, please pass forward your math homework,” Miss Breckenridge said, opening a drawer and pulling out a stack of what I guessed were yesterday’s marked assignments. For the first time the class had noise in it as the students shifted in their seats to get their completed printouts from their book bags. At the front of each row, Miss Breckenridge collected the stack that had been passed forward, then gave an equally large stack, from which each student took their sheet and passed the rest back. “Remember to review the questions you got wrong so you know how to do it next time,” She said as she returned to the front of the room, tucked the collected pages into the drawer, then picked up a piece of chalk and started the day’s lessons. I pulled my divided notebook and a pencil kit from my bag. I wasn’t sure what lessons would be like in a class of rabbits, but math was the subject I was least worried about because it should work the same for everyone. My only concern was if rabbits had a different number of fingers per paw than humans, but they turned out to have 5 on the forepaws, so the lesson felt like a continuation of what we had covered in school before I moved.  Except it just kept going.   And going.   And going.   I felt guilty for sharpening my pencil at the 45 minute mark in case it distracted anyone else, because despite Miss Breckenridge’s concerns about me not being able to hear—and it’s true she was soft-spoken—the only noise besides her voice was the soft grinding of teeth and the occasional snap of a blade of grass from what turned out to be not desktop lawns, but private pastures.   After an hour and a half, she put the chalk down and took a fresh stack of photocopies from her desk. The white noise bell rang as she gave several to the rabbit at the front of each file to pass back. It was a standard letter-size sheet, which probably already seemed large to a rabbit, but the text was very small so it seemed like a lot of work even to me. I hastily tucked it into my bookbag and switched to a new section in my notebook. The next lesson was history, and while I wondered what the rabbit perspective on human historical events would be, it actually meant rabbit history. She launched into a recounting of a blood feud between two colonies which was surprisingly candid about the intrigue and betrayals that took place. Like the math lesson, the lesson dragged on across generations, and I had no choice but to let the details flow from her mouth to my notebook without pausing in my head, as I had no context for who these figures were. Maybe they were the ancestors of my classmates and these events were revelations to some of them, but all I noticed was the occasional twitch of a tail in my peripheral vision, and I feared paying any closer attention to them would distract me from Miss Breckenridge, at which point I’d never catch up.   At the end of the history period, the white noise bell rang again for lunch, and everyone including Miss Breckenridge and myself took a shallow lunchbox from their desk or book bag. The rabbits’ lunches appeared to be mostly leafy greens, with a few root vegetables like radishes and the occasional chunk of cheese. I had brought a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich. The previous residents of the house we had moved into had left some tins of tuna and salmon in the pantry, but mom and I felt like I should hold off on eating any kind of meat in front of the rabbits until I had an idea how they would react. Since the seats were fixed to the desks, everyone sat by themselves, so there was no idle chit-chat to interrupt our eating. After a few minutes when the sound of munching died down, Miss Breckenridge once again clapped her paws gently and said, “Since we’re all done eating, everyone pick a diaper change buddy.”   That was so far from anything I was expecting to hear that I was sure I had heard it wrong, so my plan was to sit still and watch what happened until I could figure out what had actually been said, but every other student in class reached into their bag or desk and pulled out a disposable diaper and a small package of wipes—it seemed to be exactly what it sounded like. The doe in the seat in front of me looked in my direction for a moment, then turned to the student in front of her, and their nods told me they had agreed to be buddies. Similar pairings were agreed to all around me.   “Stacy, there are an odd number of students now and you’re much larger than everyone else, so we should be buddies today,” Miss Breckenridge said. I sat frozen in shock as my classmates played rock-paper-scissors in their pairs, and the winner of each faced away from the loser and lifted her skirt up, unthreading her tail from the vent in the skirt, to reveal her wet diaper. The loser undid a tape above the winner’s tail, then the winner climbed onto the nearest desk and laid on her back. Miss Breckenridge beckoned me toward her with a paw. I stood up and took a hesitant step, and she nodded, then bent down and opened the bottom drawer of her desk.   I shuffled toward the front of the class, sidling around rabbits who were opening the diapers of their buddies, all of which had a small pile of dry spherical poops in the seat. I wasn’t trying to look, since I didn’t want to bump into anyone, but being so tall gave me a clear line of sight, and out of the corner of my eye, I couldn’t help but notice that a significant fraction of my classmates had a penis. I considered that maybe it was such a good school that the boys put up with wearing the girls’ uniform to be able to come here, before I realized that it wasn’t an all-girls school after all, and the skirt was the unisex uniform. And then I remembered that I had been distracted from diapers also being the unisex uniform of the school, when that was really the more shocking thing.   I reached the front of the classroom as Miss Breckenridge stood up from her desk drawer also holding a disposable diaper and a box of wipes. She looked at my empty hands. “You forgot to bring your fresh diaper,” she said as she put the items on her desk. “First day jitters? Run back and get it.” She waggled her wrist toward my desk.   “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I don’t wear diapers,” I replied, unsure why she had taken one out of her drawer if she wanted me to get my own.   “Oh, don’t be silly,” she chuckled as she put the diaper on her desk, then hooked a claw under the hem of my skirt and bent down to take a peek. Before I even knew what I was doing I slapped her paw away, which was the loudest sound that had been made in the classroom all day. She stood up bolt straight, her eyes wider than usual in shock, and rubbed the back of the slapped paw with the other. Out of the corner of my eye I saw all the diaper-changees and many of the diaper-changers had turned to look. She took a deep breath, settled herself, then said, “I suppose I had better go first. We can have a chat once everyone else has left.” My classmates turned their attention back to their own diaper changes as she faced away from me, grabbed her dress with both paws, and lifted it up, unthreading her tail from the tail-vent of her dress and revealing her own diaper, in the same floral pattern as the one she had put on the desk. And now it was clear that she had meant that we would be each other’s diaper change buddy.   I froze for a moment, startled that someone whose paw I had slapped a moment ago would now trust me to clean her intimately. I had owned baby-go-potty type dolls when I was younger, so I knew mechanically how to perform a diaper change, but I had never changed one on a living thing. Maybe it wasn’t too hard, since my classmates were also children and they were all expected to do it, but they probably got regular practice. How had they started? Right, the tape above the tail. I stepped toward her and undid the tape, which was a hook and loop type fastener and not the adhesive type of tape I expected a diaper to use. As the sound of shifting desks told me the diaper changers and changees among my classmates were switching positions, Miss Breckenridge stepped away, hiked herself onto her desk, and laid on her back with her knees at the edge of the tabletop and her dress around her abdomen, and suddenly I had a worrying thought: how sure was I that Miss Breckenridge was “Miss” Breckenridge? Had any other rabbit called her Miss? Had I heard any other rabbit called “Mister”, or was “Miss” unisex for rabbits like skirts were? I thought someone had said her given name at one point. Pansy? No, Peony. Humans with flower names are usually girls, but I didn’t know about rabbits. And I realized that worrying about this wasn’t going to change what I was expected to do, so I stepped forward, undid the two hook and loop tapes on the front, and pulled the front of the diaper down to see that the white patch of fur under her tail continued to the front, but more importantly to me, she was indeed Miss Breckenridge.   On top of the deeply yellowed padding of the diaper, the elastic leg gathers held in several dozen spherical turds, so I pulled a wipe from the dispenser she had taken from the drawer. It felt rough, like a cat’s tongue. Probably also like a rabbit’s tongue. On a closer look the poops were all dry and odorless and there was no residue from them on her bottom, so I used the wipe to soak up a few droplets of moisture from her fur, then dropped it into the used diaper. I pushed back on her thighs and rolled her onto her shoulders, lifting her bottom off the diaper enough that I could slide it halfway to the edge of the desk, which gave me room to roll it up and press the tapes closed against its fake cloth cover.   I picked up the new diaper from the desk beside her and unfolded it. The inner gathers seemed to be stuck to the outer leg elastics, so I ran a finger between them to separate them, then pushed back on her thighs again and slid the diaper into place, with the slit on the diaper’s rear waistband surrounding her tail. When I was sure I had it aligned correctly, I lowered her bottom onto it. My classmates made it clear that they were better practiced at this than I was, as I started hearing the noises of the second members of each pair standing up and getting their tail tapes fastened and their tails re-threaded through the tail-vents in their skirts. Still in buddied pairs, they threw their used diapers in the garbage pail by the door on their way to recess, while I methodically pulled the front of the diaper up through Miss Breckenridge’s thighs. I taped both sides quickly, but even to my inexperienced eye I could tell they were asymmetrical. Thankfully the hook and loop fasteners let me adjust both sides repeatedly, and I noted the tape panel had a natural grid pattern to help with alignment, so eventually I had both sides secured tightly and symmetrically. By that point we were the only two left in the classroom.   “All done, I think,” I said.   “Help me up,” she replied, and held her paw out. I grabbed it with both arms and pulled her to a sitting position, at which point she slid herself off the desk and faced away from me again, still holding up her dress. I closed the rear tape and guided her tail through the vent. She inspected my tape work on the front briefly, then released the dress and smoothed it out as she turned to face me. “Take a seat, please,” she said, gesturing to her chair. I sat down, expecting to be chewed out for slapping her paw, and wondered what the fastest any rabbit student had ever been expelled was. She sat on top of the desk, not seeming very angry, though I wasn’t sure what anger would look like in a rabbit. “I’m not sure if you know, but your father is the first ambassador to our island ever to have children while serving.”   “Yes, the principal mentioned that.”   “In the meeting you had with him last week?” The principal had been wearing a muumuu in that meeting, which confirmed the unisex nature of dresses for all ages, at least.   “Yes, we had to take measurements for my uniform and desk, and figure out which grade of your school system I would be placed in.”   “He told me you’re nine years old, is that right?”   “Yes.”   “Funny, that's about the same age as me.” She folded her fingers together. “I get the sense that there were other things that needed to be discussed in that meeting, but neither side knew they needed to be discussed, so they weren’t. Would you agree with that?”   “It does seem like it.”   “How many times per day do humans defecate?”   The only way I could answer was by saying how many times per day I defecate, which would have seemed like a very personal question coming from someone whose diaper I hadn’t just changed. “Twice per day, I guess? Usually about twice.”   “They must be enormous, and the diaper you’re wearing didn’t look like it could contain that volume, or absorb any urine.”   “Diaper? You mean my underwear?” I hadn’t been sure whether I had slapped her paw away in time to keep her from seeing; this seemed to confirm that I had not.   “Interesting. I suppose ‘under’ is where one wears a diaper.”   “No, I mean humans don’t usually wear diapers.”   A new look, probably confusion. “Rabbits visiting the mainland brought diapers back with them. Why did you have them if you don’t wear them?”   “I mean, we wear them when we’re young, but we usually stop when we’re between two and three years old.”   “Well your classmates are all three years old, but they’re not going to stop soon.” She swiveled her seating position toward me, and I decided to interpret her new expression as curiosity. “What do you do instead?”   “We have something called a toilet.” She gave no sign of recognition. “It’s a chair with water in the seat, and you… go… in the water, and then pull a lever that flushes everything into the sewer and refills it with fresh water.”   “You intentionally pollute drinkable water?”   “I suppose? That’s the kind of water that’s in the pipes.”   “And would your classrooms be full of plumbing to supply a water chair to each student?”   “The toilet is in another room. You go there when you need to use it, and come back when you’re done.”   “I see. And you have one of these rooms at the ambassador’s residence?”   “Yes,” I replied, thinking of the setup in the house we had just moved into. There was a lovely bathroom with a huge tub with whirlpool jets that my parents and I could all fit into at once if we were inclined to bathe together, plus a separate shower stall, a full body hair dryer, and an enormous countertop. (A changing station?) There was also, completely detached from that, a tiny poorly lit water closet barely large enough for the toilet. I originally thought the separation was intentional so that someone could use the toilet while someone else was in the bath; I was starting to suspect that it was literally a linen closet that had been hastily repurposed after the rabbits who built the house found out it was necessary.   “Fascinating,” she said, and paused in thought for a moment. “Rabbits defecate two hundred times per day, so if we had to go to a special room to do it, we would never leave. For that matter, if we didn’t start in the room, we would be finished by the time we got there.”   “You can’t just hold it?”   “Constipate ourselves?!” This seemed to shock her more than the slap had.   “Is that bad?”   “We could die within hours.” I was starting to figure out what a serious expression was in rabbits, and I gathered this was no exaggeration.   “Oh. Well, humans can hold it for quite a while without dying. I don’t know if we’re even able to hold it long enough to die from it.”   “I had no idea. Thank you, this was very educational. I may ask you to give a presentation to the class about this at some point.”   “Yes, I think I understand some things better myself now.” I glanced furtively at the door. “So… Can I go?”   “Well, that depends. You said you defecate twice per day. Is one of those usually during school hours? Because the water chair you described doesn’t exist in this school, and students aren’t allowed to leave the campus during school hours.”   I was more worried about the urge to pee that I was starting to feel, and especially that given how dense the lessons had been in the morning, that being distracted by that urge could cause me to miss something important. Even if I had been allowed to go home, I might not complete the round trip before the afternoon lesson started, which would have the same problem. Could I find an unobserved corner of the schoolyard? Would I even be able to go in broad daylight? Since she had mentioned plumbing, I assumed the school had running water somewhere, so I considered asking if there was a sink I could pee in, but I realized I knew what her response to that would be, just as I knew what question she was really asking. I took a few seconds to steel myself for what I was about to say. “Would it be okay if I borrowed a diaper?” I asked hesitantly.   “Naturally!” she replied cheerfully, standing up and motioning toward the drawer on the other side of the desk from me. I stood up and pushed the chair back to give her room to sneak past. “It’s every student’s responsibility to supply their own diapers, but of course sometimes someone’s stash runs out and they forget to restock, so I keep a bank of all my students’ sizes.” She opened the drawer, which contained a large package of diapers and a few smaller loose ones. “Usually I’m not lending one of my own, though.” She took a diaper from the package, plus a roll of twine and a paper tag, then closed the drawer with her foot, put the diaper on the desk, and turned to me with a few inches of the twine unrolled between her fingers. “Paw,” she beckoned.   I held my left hand out and she measured a length of twine around it with some overlap, then cut it with her claw, threaded the tag onto the end, and tied it in place with a neat bow. I read the tag: “Don’t forget diapers!”   “Assume the position,” she said, and I sat on the narrow edge of the desk next to the dispenser of wipes and laid back. She seemed confused for a moment, like that wasn’t the position she meant for me to assume, before she had a visible moment of realization that I didn’t have a tail tape that needed unfastening, both because I wasn’t wearing a diaper yet and because I didn’t have a tail.   As she moved into the position at my legs with the diaper in her paws, I pulled my skirt up, giving her a clear view of the panties I had slapped her paw away from peeking at a few minutes ago, an event I just remembered had not been mentioned at all in our recent conversation despite me worrying that it would be the entire topic. She scanned the front of my underwear, perhaps confused by the lack of anything like a side closure, and I had a moment of nerves at the prospect of first being naked, and then being diapered for the first time in about seven years, and the first time that I could remember. I took a deep breath and calmed myself with the thought that when our positions had been reversed a few moments ago she had shown no shame or fear, and in what I had seen, all of my classmates had performed their buddy duties with the utmost professionalism.   Putting the diaper on the desk beside me, she pushed my thighs back with one paw, rolling me onto my shoulders, and started pulling at the waist of my panties, but stopped when she realized she was sticking her claws into my abdomen. I pulled the waistband down past my bottom with both hands, and she lowered me back onto the cool, smooth desk and pulled the panties from both sides as far as my knees, which I tucked against myself so she could pull the panties the rest of the way down my ankles, over my shoes, and off completely. She stashed them in her pocket, then picked up and unfolded the diaper, separating the gathers from the leg elastics as I had. Presented with the tail slit at the rear, she thought for a moment, taped it closed as tightly as it would go, then rocked me onto my shoulders again, slid the diaper under my bottom, and lowered me onto it. I barely had a moment to register how much thicker than my underwear the diaper was before she pulled the front between my thighs and over my abdomen. Demonstrating her experience, she only needed a single attempt to fasten the tapes perfectly to the tape panel.   She held her paw out, I took it in my hand, and she pulled me to a sitting position. “That wasn’t too much longer than everyone else. You still have plenty of recess left to get to know your classmates.”   I slid off the desk and lowered my skirt over my diaper. Looking down at myself, I couldn’t tell anything was different, but the leg elastics and especially the thickness felt strange. “I will, thank you,” I said, and took two steps toward the door.   “Stacy, wait,” she interrupted, and I turned back toward her. She looked halfway as afraid as she had when I slapped her paw—nervous, maybe? “On the first day of class I received advance consent from each student to perform diaper checks, but you weren’t here that day. You never gave me consent, and I never asked for it. You were right to react the way you did. I had no right to violate your autonomy, and I apologize wholeheartedly.”   Suddenly it made sense why she went from afraid to letting me change her diaper in a few moments: her fear wasn’t of violence, but of the consequences of her own mistake. But I had eventually let her see everything she had tried to peek at and more, and now that I understood that there was no reason she would think that a student wouldn’t be wearing a diaper, I wasn’t upset about it anymore. “I forgive you,” I said.   Her relief was visible immediately. “Thank you. I’ll see you next period.” I turned to the door again, and as I passed the garbage can full of used diapers, I realized she still had my panties in her pocket.

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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!

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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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

It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon, the kind not seen in some time. The sky was painted a clear blue and the air was warm and still. Not scorching hot like some summer days—just warm. On a grassy hill overseeing a quaint town, not a soul was stirring except for one tiger and her stack of books. By the day’s end, she hoped to have cracked through a couple of novels that have been wasting away in her backlog. “Let’s see...” Velvet pondered to herself. “Where do we begin? I really wanted to start ‘The Crow Files’ today…” This type of free time didn’t pop up every day. She had to make the most of it. With a clear schedule, there was nothing stopping Velvet from getting lost in a good book. “VEEELVEET!!!” “Oh crap.” Velvet thought. Her ears perked up; she turned her head to see the source of the familiar voice charging towards her. The giant, lion shaped nuisance she was hoping to avoid. “Yo, Velvet,” The nuisance began, “How’s it hanging?” “Baxter.” She answered curtly, “Is there something I can do for you? Did you forget how to open a picket fence or something?” Baxter laughed, interpreting her sharp comment as playful banter. “Naw, it ain’t like that. I just figured, what with it being your day-off and all, you’d be all types of bored. With me being such a nice guy, I thought I’d keep you company.” The lion flicked back his mane and shot a smirk at her. Ugh. “Well Baxter, that’s very…generous of you to think that. Fortunately, I have more than enough good company already.” Velvet motioned towards her stack of books. Baxter scoffed. “Seriously? You can read those books any day.” “Yes, and I want to read them today, idiot.” “I’m a busy cat Velvet. I’m really careful with my days off.” “Yeah right, busy bugging me all the time.” “I have to make my time off special. That’s why I’m trying to spend it with a special girl, you dig?” “Yuck. Gross. Barf.” Velvet’s poker face was beginning to crack. Her claws unsheathed and scratched the grassy hill, a sign that she was running low on pleasantries. What was supposed to be a day for reading had been shanghaied by this lovestruck loser. She struggled to think how this day could get any worse. “Come on Baxter. Isn’t there anything else you’d rather be doing today?” “Anything else?” That stupid smirk was back in full force. “That sounds like an invitation to me. If you wanted to skip the chit-chat all you had to say was—” “VELVET VELVET VELVET VELVET VELVET!!!!” “Oh great. It’s the other one.” Before the two big cats could even blink, someone else was already standing attention in front of Velvet. He was a cheetah, fur slicked back and bursting with energy. “Hello Flash.” Velvet groaned, “What can I d—” “Wassup girl!” Flash interrupted. “I didn’t know you were chilling out on the hills today!” Flash had a wide grin on his face and was hopping about like an overjoyed puppy. “Well, I was j—” “Me?” Flash interrupted. Again. “I was just getting some laps in, doing my thing, y’know?” Flash halted his hops, swapping over to a round of toe touches. “Then I spotted you looking all types of fine!” With just one line, Flash had upgraded from impatient puppy to drooling dog. “Actually, I w—” “Doing some reading? Yawn!” One extra quick look at the stack of books was enough to make Flash lose interest. “C’mon mama, that stuff is for schoolgirls! Here’s a better idea. How about we grab a bite and go somewhere a little more…private, if you catch my drift? Velvet wasn’t catching any drift. “One more stupid pet name and the only thing this creep would be catching is a black eye!” Why, oh why, did these two clowns have to flirt with her today? Over time Velvet grew use to the occasional wink and cheesy pick-up line during her work hours. But to her, free days were as sacred as they were rare, and she had two stupid boys to ruin that. “Hey spot,” Baxter snarled, “The lady is with me. Why don’t you skitter on back from where you came from?” Flash turned around to see Baxter looming over him, he could practically see the steam puffing out of the lion’s nostrils. Flash did a doubletake and started to snicker. “Velvet, is this hick serious? Is this joker giving you trouble? “He isn’t the only one, that’s for sure,” Velvet thought. If these two wanted to impress her, they could try acting like adults for once. “Seriously, do they think I’m some kind of airhead?” “You better watch your mouth, punk.” Baxter puffed out his chest, squaring up to the smaller big cat. “Great. Now they were fighting.” The oncoming display of macho attitude did nothing to excite the female feline. Quite the opposite. “You know, if they could keep their hands to themselves, or to each other, I might get some reading done.” Just as she let the thought cross her mind, Velvet felt the proverbial lightbulb click on overhead. “You wanna go, country boy!?” “Yes, come to think of it…” Velvet brewed up a plan, drowning out the incensement chatter a few feet away from her. The solution became obvious, as worked she out all the kinks in her mind. “Now, all I need to do is get those two bozos on board.” “Ready when you are, shrimpy!” “Hey! Listen up!” Velvet roared, raising her voice for the first time that day. It was enough to stop the two boys from maiming each other, as they both now stood attention towards her. “Now, it is obvious you two are obsessed with me. Now, I can’t have you two biting your heads off over me, so here is what we’ll do. We need a neutral third party. As such, I nominate my old friend, Lilac. She needs someone to help tidy up around her house, and I believe you two are perfect for the job. After that, she will tell me which of you did the better job.” Baxter and Flash stared at the tiger, a mutual look of confusion on their faces. Velvet rolled her eyes. It appears she had to retranslate the idea into a language two overly smitten kittens could understand. “I need a man that knows how to help a woman. If you can’t handle it, you two just aren’t worth my time. Lilac will be able to bring out your true character.” Baxter had a sour look on his face, like he was mulling over pros and cons. It sounded like she was trying pawn off her friend’s chores onto two able-bodied fellas. Before he could conclude, Flash arrived with his answer. “Now sweat, Lil’ mama! I’ll have her house so clean; you can eat off it.” The lion replied, not wanting to be one-upped. “You can leave the heavy lifting to me. Spot here will probably throw his back out at the front door. I say we skip the embarrassment and give the obvious winner his date now.” Velvet was not having it. “Oh no you don’t. The dates will come later. You two just need to worry about doing a good job tomorrow” Velvet gathered up her stack of books and took her leave. “I need to go warn her about your arrival. You can’t show up to a lady’s house unannounced.” To really sweeten the deal, Velvet looked over her shoulder, put on her best pair of babydoll eyes, and said, “I’ll be waiting for my winner~.” The teasing made the tigress gag internally. It was as degrading as it was effective. Velvet had no doubt Baxter and Flash would be outside of Lilac’s doorstep first thing come tomorrow. As soon as the dizzying duo were out of sight, Velvet let out a sigh of relief. Knowing Ms. Lilac, ‘the date’ would never have to come. It was nothing more than a fish to dangle for two hungry cats. The thought gave her small comfort. For now, at least, all Velvet had was faith in an old friend. Faith, and a stack of books she would very much like to read. *** Dawn had arrived, and so had the two big cats. Unsurprisingly, Flash showed up first, outpacing Baxter considerably. He looked very proud over this fact, smugly perched outside the front step. “Took you long enough. What, you had comb the bugs outta your mane or something?” Baxter exhaled sharply. He didn’t bother to shoot a comeback and start fighting. He had a job to do today, and he couldn’t let Flash disrupt that. His eyes were on the prize. Victory was in his lap—and soon, Velvet would be as well. “Why are you bumming out here? You could have knocked on the door already. What, you get lonely without me.” “I was just waiting to see if you were going to show up. You might have decided to ditch and leave me with all the work.” He was nervous. Baxter could tell right away. Flash was so easy to read. Although, Baxter couldn’t blame him. Lilac’s manor gave off major witch-vibes. He was happy to come here in the morning, and not on a dark stormy night. They didn’t even get a chance to knock. Their commotion had alerted the homeowner, as the manor’s wide double doors stretched open. She was a skunk, her fur a fine black with white stripes. They could tell she was an older woman. Both by the crows’ feet under her eyes, and her sense of dress. Her bonnet and checkered blouse looked as antique as the house itself. “Why, hello my dearies!” Lilac began, in a shrill little voice. “You must be those big strong lads who have come to help me? Velvet told me all about you two. Come in, come in!” She took the two big cats by their arms, dragging them inside. The front door shut behind them with a resounding boom, causing the lion and the cheetah to flinch. The skunk was unfazed, still tickled pink by her new company. “Are you boys ready to get to work?” Flash cut in, “Ready and waiting ma’am! You just show me where to clean, and I’ll mop to it,” he answered, finishing with a wink. The joke got a smile from Lilac, and an eyeroll from Baxter. “Well, we—"Before Baxter could say his piece, a strikingly strong scent hit his nose and cut through his train of thought. It was fruity yet flowery. Sweet yet mature. The scent traveled from Baxter’s nostrils to his throat, and he struggled to hold back his cough. Lilac wasn’t noticeably offended. She hadn’t even looked surprised at the reaction. “Oh, I see you noticed my perfume.” The skunk walked between the two younger workers, her big fluffy tails brushing their sides. “It’s an older fragrance. A family staple. It’s something I reserve for my most special guest. It is not the most popular scent. Girls your age probably find it too abrasive.” Abrasive was putting it mildly. Baxter looked over to Flash, and saw his eyes were watering. Baxter’s head was swimming in a perfumed sea. He weakly waved a paw behind himself, trying to find something to sit down on. That hadn’t panned out, and a large feline fell back on the floor below. In a rare occasion, Flash was second. He fumbled forward, falling to his hands and knees. Both big cats were drowning, desperate to find dry land. Instead, they found a lady skunk as their lifeline. Lilac wasn’t noticeably shocked. Her two newest guests looked on the brink of collapse, but her responses were unadjusted. Another dainty chuckle. Another sweet smile. Nothing out of the ordinary for this skunk. “I think I might have overdone it. You two are such big things. I wasn’t sure how much it would take to put you down. Still, I’m glad to have you around. You two are going to be very good workers for me. Is that understood?” “Yes, Madam Lilac.” Flash answered first, as eager as ever to heed a lady’s call. His gaze was vacant, his reply was thoughtless. Mentally, he had dived headfirst into a fog, and he had no clue how to turn it back around. Lilac’s instruction was his beacon of hope. Or a siren’s call. He hadn’t been able to tell the difference. “Such a fast learner,” Madam Lilac cooed. “I’m glad to have you aboard. But I need to have some muscle as well. Let us see what your friend has to say.” Satisfied with the cheetah, Lilac turned her attention to the much larger feline. Cupping his head in her paws, smiling sweetly, her tails brushing under his nose. Lilac knew how to persuade a simple mind. There was no shame in her game. “You still want to tidy up for me, yes?” Baxter’s body was sturdy and stable. His mind, however, was very open to outside interference. Whether it was the general atmosphere of the morning, or the impossibly strong scent that circled his senses, Baxter couldn’t say. Baxter could say that he felt comfortable in the hands of Lilac. That was enough to form an answer. “Y…Yes, Madam Lilac.” Madam Lilac smiled, having got the answer she wanted. “I’m so glad we’re all on the same page. Now, it’s time I put you two to work.” *** Baxter toiled away, a dainty feather duster in hand. He still couldn’t believe he let the library get this dusty. Had he been shirking off his duties? It sounded unlikely, and quite out of character for him. This morning had been such a blur, it was hard to say how he had been acting. So many oddities this morning, even his regular uniform felt foreign to him. Thankfully, there was nothing else out of the ordinary. *CRINKLE CRINKLE* He had to get his mind out of the gutter. His skirt swish freely as he walked through the library halls, trying to gain a familiar rhythm. He outstretched a gloved paw to dust a particularly high shelf, thankful his high heel shoes gave a slight boost in height. He pulled back his long white gloves and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. He was lucky he didn’t need to stop for bathroom breaks. *CRINKLE CRINKLE* Keep the manor spick and span. Don’t complain. Don’t wince. That was code, day in and day out. That was your mission every day. Every day? Of course, every day. What else would he be doing besides this? “How is work going, dearie?” Before Baxter’s mind could fall into another stupor, his madame arrived to pull back his attention. Baxter paused his work and met her with a curtsy. “Good to see you, Madam Lilac. Everything is going well. Though, I have been feeling a bit dazed today.” “I’m sorry to hear that, my dear. Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to rest today. I have guests coming over today, and I need everything to be in order.” Without so much as a word, Lilac held Baxter closer, brushing her large, bushy tail against him. “You understand, don’t you? I need you be a good maid for me.” As Madam Lilac held him, Baxter felt all his troubles wash away. His dam had been broken, and the intrusive thoughts came flooding out. He felt a great sense of release as his mind finished draining itself. “…Yes, Madam Lilac. Forgive me. I will be a good maid for my Madam.” Madam Lilac got the answer she wanted, same as always. She left the maid to his duties. Baxter, now alone again, took a moment to examine himself in a nearby full-body mirror. He lifted the front of his skirt, taking a good long look at the pink disposable diaper that he wore. It was thick enough to endure a full workday, being as standard as the rest of his uniform. The diaper plainly read “PAT HERE” on the front and the back, in large cutesy lettering. It was a clear instruction that Madam Lilac often followed when checking on her maids. Baxter let out a relieved sigh, seeing that nothing was out of the ordinary. *CRINKLE SQUISH CRINKLE* *** Flash was on a roll today. He couldn’t remember the last time he had worked so hard. In fact, all his past workdays had become a vague blur to him. No worries. Just another smudge to wipe away. Nothing to lose pace over. His madam gave him a job to do, and nothing was going to change that. Including a glass half full of foggy memories. By the time he finished, this bathroom would be spotless. “Well, someone is working hard.” Without a sound, Madam Lilac appeared at the edge of the bathroom doorframe. The skunk smiled down at the cheetah, who was busy scrubbing down the tile floor. “Yes indeed, Madam Lilac!” Flash replied, as eager to please as ever. “Got to make sure everything is spic-span for you and your ladies tonight. Leave it all to me.” “As chipper as ever, I see. That’s good. My friends are going to adore that attitude of yours. I thought I would have to give you some encouragement, but you appear to be getting along splendidly. Carry on, my dear.” Flash wasn’t one to complain about well-earned praise. So, he carried on as instructed, being the best maid that he knew how to be. The marble tiles that clacked against his shoes were spotless. The mirror was gleaming, showing a clear image of his adorable reflection. He even made sure to clean the odd porcelain chair in the corner of the room. The one with water under the lid. He never found out what that was for. The madam had no doubt reminded him countless. In the end, Flash decided it couldn’t be that important. Certainly not worth committing to memory. Flash took a seat on the mystery throne, taking a moment to catch his breath. He noticed nature’s call and answered it on the first signal. He was a maid, made for efficiency. He knew that he couldn’t let such base urges disrupt his workflow. With that thought, his bladder finally let loose, a hiss echoing in the small bathroom. Flash felt a small kick of embarrassment deep down somewhere, and he had no clue as to why. He had relieved himself, flooding his diaper in the bathroom on top of the funny-looking chair. Nothing worth noting. Satisfied, Flash stood back up and continued his duties, not at all minding the new warm and wet feelings he had to deal with. It was all just another day’s work as a maid. *** It was progress report time. Madam Lilac’s maids had been called back to the foyer to discuss their next assignment. They both arrived early, still not caring for the other’s company. The two were growling at each other now, both feeling catty. “Well,” the lion scoffed, “I’m surprised the madam hasn’t fired you yet. She must enjoy watching you struggle and fumble around. Not that I blame her, given how cute and submissively you act.” “Oh, just stop it,” The cheetah spat. “You are just jealous that she likes me more. It’s because I’m not a total slowpoke, like you. Waddling around with that big bulky frame of yours. I’m surprised she found a dress big enough to fit your thick butt.” “Beatrice! Fiona! You two better not be fighting again.” Madam Lilac called out to her maids, walking down the stairs ready to greet her guest. “My friends are going to be here any moment now. I need my best girls to be on their best behavior. Is that clear?” The madam’s perfume was stronger now, both maids picking up the brunt of it as she held their heads under her paw. The pair’s growls had turned into guilty whimpers. “Sorry, Madam Lilac,” replied Fiona. “Sorry, Madam Lilac,” replied Beatrice. Their obedience had successfully been refreshed. Was Lilac overdoing her dosing? Not at all, she thought. These two kitties desperately needed to be trained. “Very good. You two had better play nice now.” “Understood, Madam Lilac.” Beatrice was so sick of having to put up with this shrimpy, petite thing. That Fiona thought she was so cute, the way she waved her hips around with every step. What she wouldn’t give to have five minutes alone with that little tease. “Yes, Madam Lilac.” Fiona had her own set of reservations. It was so distracting, watching Beatrice lean down to dust a vase or water a plant. She gave the whole world a perfect view of her thick thighs and fat diapered butt every time she did it. That big tease, it had to be intentional. The front doorbell rang, alerting the lady and her maids the guest had finally arrived. The maids whipped into action and opened the huge double doors in unison. They welcomed the new arrivals with a bow, and they all looked so happy to be here. They were all skunks, about Lilac’s age. They very easily could be relatives, or old family friends. Whatever the case, Beatrice and Fiona were to treat them all with the utmost respect, as any good maid would. Fittingly enough, all eyes were glued to the pair of padded maids. “Oh, they are just adorable!” “You sure do know how to find good help!” “What a precious pair of big cuties.” Madam Lilac chuckled to herself. “Yes, yes. My maids are very lovely. But please, give them some space. They’ve had a rough morning…let’s call it fatigue. Why don’t you take the discussions to the living room? That’s a much more appropriate place to catch up. And the maids will serve us while we talk.” Lilac had managed to corral her friends to the living quarters. The maids were commanded to set their squabbling aside and cater the guests. In time, the ladies were seated, and their topic of daily discussion was busy serving them, tending with tea and cookies. “I must say, Lilac,” One woman opened, stifling back giggles, “You have really outdone yourself this time. You certainly have an eye for quality.” She took a sip of her tea, admiring how much grace the lion displayed, despite the bright pink diaper she wore. “Oh, I agree! Finding good help these days is feels next to impossible.” The other woman patted the pink diaper of the cheetah next to her, as the print had instructed. “So submissive as well. I thought that trait died out in this newer generation. Don’t let these two get away now!” Lilac waved off the excited chatter. “Really, you must all stop with the flattery. My maids were eager to help me today, is all. As you know, the process is so much easier with a willing party. I had their services recommended by a friend and the rest worked itself out. They used to squabble all day with each other. But they have made great progress in such a short span of time. Observe.” Lilac rang a bell, and the maids instantly stood attention. Good. That was one less thing she needed to commit to teaching them. “Girls, I want you to show my friends how well you two get along. Now, face each other, and pay another a compliment.” The Madam’s command was law. As obedient as they were, matching blushes still rose to each of their faces. Beatrice had a collection of strange and conflicting feelings about Fiona that had been building up very quickly. Fiona, in turn, was afraid to admit how similar she felt. Madam Lilac clapped. “Hurry up now. It is very rude to keep a lady waiting.” Beatrice swallowed. She was strong enough to be the bigger person and make the first move. “Fiona. I have always admired how quick-witted you are. Having you around always makes me want to work harder. I think, on some level, I would be lost without you.” She spoke from the heart, surprisingly enough. Nothing she said was untrue. She just hadn’t been able to put them into words until today. Everything came automatically, without command. This was turning into quite a wake-up call. Fiona gasped; hands cupped over her mouth. Had Beatrice truly felt that way all this time!? Were all those rude acts simply a confused attempt for her attention!? “Oh my! Bea! You are too sweet! I love having you with me. I feel so safe with those big, strong arms nearby.” The emotional floodgates had been opened now. It did not take much to swoon the cheetah over. Beatrice had confessed, so Fiona saw no reason to hold back her spring of emotions. “I want to cuddle up in a crib with a big pretty kitty holding me snug. I cannot get you out of my head, Bea! All the ladies loved this show of emotions. Madam Lilac especially. While their words were not planned for, she was more than satisfied with the results. “Very good, my girls. But, before I release you, I need to make sure there are no pent-up feelings left over. How about you two kiss to make up?” Go on now. No point in being shy.” Fiona was the first to react, as usual. Fiona pressed her lips against Beatrice’s, unable to stop her feelings any longer. Tails were curling. Fiona had on leg kick high up, the back of which brushed by her padding. Beatrice certainly was not refusing. She wrapped her big, strong arms around her, pulling Fiona closer. Paws began to wander to places better left unmentioned. All that can be said is that their diapers had never been noisier until that moment. The living room space certainly came alive. The guests were hollering at the sight. The smooching became loud, more impassioned. Breathy pants began to emerge from the pair of passionate pussycats, neither one wanting to stop. The entire time, Lilac sat back silent and enjoyed the show. Of course, this would not be the only showing Lilac would be treating her friends to. Lilac said she would put these kittens to work, and the good woman never went back on her word. *** It took Velvet a while to realize why her days had been going so well recently. No one was hitting on here during work. Her phone line was much quieter recently. Everything had been peaceful. Nothing to bother her. No one to bother…No two to bother her. After a striking revelation, Velvet put her day on hold to make a beeline to Lilac’s manor. She was surprised that Lilac never gave her an update on the situation. Had something gone wrong? Better than expected? Lilac was always so punctual, so Velvet had no idea what conclusion to reach. But, when the wide double doors of the manor were pulled open, Velvet got her answers. She had been greeted by a pair of maids. Maids who, technically, Velvet was already familiar with. Maids with matching uniform, which fit the pair surprisingly well. Frilly blacks dress with thick pink diapers. It was a classic favorite of Madam Lilac. One was a lion, tall, sturdy and thick. Her mighty mane had been styled into rows of elegant curls. She was no doubt excellent at doing any heavy lifting her master required of her. The other was a cheetah, slender and petite. Her athletic frame would have scored her the attention of any mate she’d liked. The cheetah, nowadays, uses it for running up hallways and sweeping down floors and impressive speeds. They truly were a sight to behold, this pair. How awkward for Velvet, meeting them again for the first time. The maids curtsied for the guest, business as usual. If there were any lingering feelings of betrayal or bitterness, it certainly did not show on their faces. Certainly not behind the pounds of makeup caked onto their faces. “Um…hello.” Velvet blushed. Did they truly not recognize her? It sounded too good to be true. It was most likely better this way. She didn’t need a pair of bitter big cats on her tail. She had a blank slate to work from. “Is your master here today? I would like to speak with Madam Lilac. Before the maids could say anything, the lady arrived with her own response. “Velvet, darling, is that you? Oh, come in, come in!” The lady skunk ran to the front door and embraced her old friend. “I wish you had called me beforehand. It is so lovely to see you.” Lilac whipped her head back and looked over at the maids, who were awaiting instructions. “Girls, prepare a spot of tea for me and my guest. We have much catching up to do.” The maids curtsy and follow orders without a second thought. Velvet wanted to decline the offer, but she knew Lilac rarely took no for an answer. Still, Velvet was impressed at how effectively the maids worked together. No fuzzing or fighting. It was almost as if the pair enjoyed the company, giggling at each other’s jokes and mannerisms. They certainly had made quite a turnaround. “Very good, girls. You two are dismissed. You may have one of your breaks while me and friend converse.” Lilac smiled as her maid gave leave, returning attention to her old friend. “So, what brings to my corner of the world, Velvet? I must say, you look to be in good spirits today. You are practically glowing.” It was not the first time Velvet heard that sentiment recently. Her mind had been much clearer, and reason for just waddled away upstairs to take a break. Velvet was not sure how to attack the subject. The diapers, the dresses. The cheetah and lion Velvet knew would never be caught dressed in such a fashion. Lilac certainly knew how to turn a problem into a positive. “I’ve just been taking more time for myself. Getting my work done. Catching up on my reading. Not letting small things distract me.” “Thank you again, for coming to visit.” Lilac replied. “It has been wonderful having my two pretty kitties around.” The delight in her voice was palpable, and it had rewritten the tone of the entire conversation. “It has been so lively here since those two arrived on my doorstep. All my friends simply adore them. I apologize for not updating you earlier. When I saw how well they were getting along, I knew I must keep them. I suppose I too got lost in all the excitement. I cannot thank you enough.” Velvet was at a loss for words. She finally could close the case on the mystery of the disappearing doofuses. It was good that Lilac planned on keeping her set, because Velvet surely did not want them back. Velvet never imagined her plan would go down this well. She could rest easy knowing this was the best choice for everyone involved. However, the visit did not end on a note high enough yet. She always had to give her guests a show. Lilac knew her maids well and had no doubts about what they were getting up to during their break. Lilac walked her friend to the maids’ living quarters, creaking the door ever so slightly so that Velvet could peer inside. One thing was for sure, they were not resting. It was impressive how much fun they were having together, while keeping their diapers on. Beatrice was on top, unsurprisingly. Fiona, submissive as ever, was on the bottom. A whole lot of gasp and squealing came from her side, while Beatrice was busy huffing and puffing. The sounds of their diapers bumping together, grinding back and forth, was not the only sound of passion tonight. Lilac sighed. “There they go again. This helps to tucker them out before their second shift. I love giving them something to look forward to every day. I just love it when my workers get along.” Velvet was once again left speechless. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined her former sappy suitors in such a position. Did she feel bad for her old acquaintances? Not really, no. She much prefers them on each other’s back rather than on hers. If Lilac saw them suited as maids, Velvet had to reason to stop them. Especially not after seeing how much fun they were having with each other. However, there was one thing that Velvet couldn’t deny. “They make quite a cute couple, don’t they?”

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

Hi there, folks! I started this story after reading some Diaper Dimension stories, noting a lack of furry content. Pretty much nonexistent, actually. So, the idea taking firm root in my head, this was the fruit that it bore. Princess Potty Pants, as far as I know, is the creator of the original Diaper Dimension, so credit to them and all the authors who contribute to this strange and fun world. Please let me know what you think! Little Survivor by Panther Cub Prologue Burning and twisting. That was the only coherent thought that came to Stuart's mind. It was the sensation that had come to envelope his entire body simultaneously, inside and out. The sensation didn't last very long though, and soon Stuart was able to start perceiving things other than the throbbing pain throughout his body that was slowly becoming a dull ache. He blinked and looked up, realizing that he was now on some kind of metallic floor. At first, his vision was fuzzy, and he could see shapes moving, along with hearing strange sounds. And then, he could see clearly. All around him were... animals! But, they walked upright on two legs, were talking, and wearing clothes. Well, some were talking, a few were shouting, and two were snarling and thrashing about. There was a line of these animal people, all wearing orange jumpsuits with numbers printed in black on the left breast. They had metalling collars with blinking yellow lights and muzzles, and all seemed to dislike where they currently were. There were other animal people, all of them large and beefy like rhinos, bulls, and even a gorilla, dressed in some kind of grey uniform with black pants. The two prisoners, for that is what Stuart realized they were, a cheetah man and a brown furred she-wolf, were standing before... some kind of blue and purple swirling tunnel. Looking directly at it made Stuart's eyes hurt, but he couldn't look away from the scene before him. The two prisoners had somehow gotten their muzzles off, and their collar lights were blinking red. They were scratching and biting at a set of guards, all rhinos, who were attempting to subdue them while pushing them towards the... hole in the air. "I'M GUNNA RIP ALL YOUR THROATS OUT!" the she-wolf said, her arms pinned behind her back by one of the rhino guards. "Not likely," the guard said casually. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US! WE HAVE RIGHTS!" the cheetah man said, now in a headlock. Now subdued, the guards all heaved the pair into the portal and in a blink, they were gone. "Enjoy your commuted sentences!" One of the guards chuckled as he dusted his massive hands before turning to address the rest of the lined up prisoners. "You all gave up your rights when you decided to destroy the lives of others! So instead of outright executing each and every one of you, the senate has ruled this to be a much more... lenient sentence. And whether you like it or not, you are all getting a... fresh start, in a brand new world." The guard smirked at the number of growls and hisses he garnered from the otherwise subdued condemned prisoners, and motioned for them to keep coming. Which, with great reluctance, they did in pairs. It was only after a few more pairs went through that the guard who had spoken, whom Stuart assumed to be in charge, took notice of him lying on the floor. "Looks like we got us a traveler," he said with a dark chuckle. "Makes sense," said a lemur in a suit and tie and lab coat, which had a hole for his big bushy tail, adjusting his glasses, "with how often we have a portal being used here, more of them from other worlds are likely going to be sucked in." "Eh, that's above my paygrade. As far as I'm concerned, she's just gunna help us make our quota just a little bit easier to achieve today," said the rhino who walked over to Stuart. Stuart squeaked, having missed being referred to as a she, and started to try and get up and run. His legs were rather wobbly, and he felt something tugging at the base of his spine. Before he could run, however, two vice-like arms grabbed him around his middle, and lifted him easily off the ground. "Enjoy your new home, little lady," he laughed out loud, tossing Stuart into the void. Stuart was able to shriek out a "NOOO!" before the air was ripped from his lungs. Lights swirled and flashed before his eyes and then, he landed on some grass outside. Stuart took some time to gather his breath and take in his surroundings. He was outside, with a few of the animal people prisoners. Some of them were already up and sprinting, some even running on all fours. Stuart blinked as he saw a man and a woman shouting at them while helping some of the prisoners to their feet. "Just run! They'll be here soon to try and capture us, so just run south. You know you'll have crossed the border when you get to the town there, now go!" the woman, a human with fiery red hair, was shouting this, carrying an automatic rifle. Her male counterpart was talking into some kind of radio, also armed. The two of them were wearing black flak jackets. "I th-think that there's b-been a m-mistake," Stuart rasped out, his throat dry. "Doesn't matter. If you stay here, you'll be captured! Just GO!" she said, grabbing Stuart by his forearm, and then shoving him in the direction the others were running. Confused and terrified, he started to run. He was still wobbly, and there was something tugging at the base of his spine. As he ran, he saw his hands poking out of the sleeves of his navy blue coat. He had just gotten off of work and there was a flash of light, and then all of this happened. He stopped when he saw that his hands were now more like a combination of human hands and some kind of paws, coated in black fur. Instead of fingernails, there were little sharp-looking claws. It was as his hands that he noticed there was something black in his field of vision. Crossing his eyes, he saw a pink tip, just barely. Feeling it with his hands, he realized that he... now had a muzzle. A series of gunshots and more of the prisoners rushing past him startled him back into a full, if clumsy, sprint through some kind of foliage. He kept tripping on roots, realizing that his shoes were no longer on his now smaller, paw-feet, also covered in black fur. Panting and crashing through the greenery, branches snapping in his wake, Stuart popped out of a bush and onto a sidewalk. Looking up, he realized that he was in some kind of a town, and that it was around noon, wherever this place was. It had been just after sunset when he had gotten off of work. Stumbling about, he paused as he took in the scope of the size of the buildings and even the passing cars on the street. They were all massive. Then he passed by someone tapping away on their phone, a man in a grey hooded sweatshirt. Stuart stared with his mouth open. The man was a giant, and from where he was standing, Stuart thought that maybe his head came up past the man's knees. The man looked away from his phone and spotted Stuart, his eyes going wide. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Uhm..." Stuart bit his lip and looked around, spotting off in the distance one of the prisoners talking to a police officer who was also a giant in comparison while more ran out from the brush. More officers were pulling up as the stream of prisoners became a trickle, followed by the two human-sized humans in their flak jackets, who were both hooting and hollering in celebration. "I don't... know what's g-going on... I'm... lost," Stuart said, only now noticing how high-pitched his voice was. He flinched when the man put his hand on Stuart's shoulder and started to guide him towards the police and prisoners. "It's going to be okay, miss. You're in Paltalia now. You're safe here, little one." His voice was soft and soothing, which did help Stuart to calm down, but he did take notice of being called 'miss'. Feeling himself, Stuart learned three things right there. One, he was completely covered in fur, that was mostly black. The second, he had a big bushy tail that was mostly black, but had a bright white stripe going up the middle and presumably, up his back. Said tail was the only thing keeping his pants up, apparently having burst out the back of them during his transformation. And the third... he was now physically a she. Stuart's vision blurred as his eyes filled with tears, still walking towards the police and assembling news crews. (Chapter 1) Sarah Radcliffe finished some last minute brushing and looked herself over in the mirror. She saw an, admittedly adorable, skunk woman staring back at her. Cute little pink button nose on the end of her muzzle. Fierce green eyes looking out from the sea of black fur. The tuft of white fur on top of her head neatly combed and parted on the left. Her smart black skirt suit with lavender pinstripes looking fashionable, complete with her white blouse. She grabbed her black purse and pulled the strap over her left shoulder, before heading out her apartment door, locking it behind herself. It had been three years since Sarah, formerly known as Stuart, had unintentionally immigrated to this dimension. To say that it was strange was an understatement. At first glance, things didn't look too different than the dimension Sarah was originally from. Cars drove down the city streets, stopping at traffic lights, with people crossing at crosswalks from one sidewalk to the next, everyone on their busy ways. But then the scale of things became apparent, as this was a world built with giants, known as Amazons, in mind. The second glaring difference was the level of technology. It was definitely more advanced than what Sarah was originally used to back home. Not flying car and intergalactic space fleets advanced, but still very much impressive. Like robots and nanobots, and holograms being the semi norm here. And then there was the people. Obviously, one must start with the giant Amazons. They looked like ordinary humans, aside from their massive size, that made someone like Sarah look like a small child in comparison. Then there was another group, called Inbetweeners. They were not as tall as the Amazons, but they were certainly taller than the third grouping. The Littles, of which Sarah found herself now a member of. Specifically what was now called a Littlefur. Thanks to what she had learned had been the Amazonian governments of this world making contact with other dimensions having a breakthrough in making contact with one that had lifeforms other than humans on it, which led to how she came to live in this world. Making her way down to the street from a flight of stairs that had been constructed with someone her size in mind, Sarah started to head towards the subway, on her way to work. It had seemed daunting at first in those first few days, learning about this world. She had been given schooling on this world's mathematical system, which seemed to be larger than a base ten for some reason. However, having been gifted at mathematics, Sarah quickly picked up on it, her skills as an accountant in what she had come to terms with as her previous life, landing her a decent paying job. She had quickly picked up on a lot of things in this world. As she walked, an Amazonian woman passed by her pushing a stroller. The occupant of which was not a baby, however, but a grown man dressed like one. He was sucking on a pacifier and made eye contact with her, looking down and blushing. "Oh my goodness, aren't you just darling!" the woman said, seeing Sarah, who felt her hackles start to rise a little. "Thank you," Sarah said, using her best customer service voice, and continuing to walk along. In this world, it was apparently commonplace for Amazonians to "adopt" littles and treat them like very small children, toddlers, or babies. From what Sarah had learned of other countries, she knew that she was lucky to have made it to Paltalia. There were some countries where all littles were required to be adopted, and some where they could be treated like pets instead of children and bred as such. And portal littles, those from other dimensions, were highly sought after. And now little furs were added to that list as well. In Paltalia, however, things were different. For starters, a little could not simply be snatched off the street to be adopted. Oh, littles could still be adopted, but there was an entire process for it. And one of the requirements is either documented assent to it of their own free will, with no evidence of duress or hypnosis or such present, which was actually quite the tedious legal process. The second, which was just as tedious, was proving that the little in question could not handle maturity. That required documented proof of things like the little wetting or messing themselves, harming others in a non-self-defensive fashion, or just being incapable of caring for themselves. She reflected on her saviors, two littles who were members of a secret underground group dedicated to freeing littles. They called themselves The Robins. Apparently, they had gotten wind of a large shipment of little furs coming in, and somehow hacked into the computers of the company that was generating the portal, causing the opening here in this dimension to open up near the border of Paltalia instead of the prepared facility in the country to the north, Vintikoi. All of the little furs, Sarah included, had successfully made it across the border, and been immediately granted asylum by the Paltalian government, despite some political chest-pounding from their neighbors to the north, who viewed it as terrorism and theft. Within a month of being housed in a shelter set up for little furs, Sarah, still going by Stuart then, had applied for, and been granted, citizenship. The reason for the name change had been evident after she had read a newspaper where a little who identified as the sex had that used against them in the case for their adoption. It had actually been a smaller matter in the case, and the little had won said case, but only just barely. Stuart was determined to be a survivor, and so had requested the name change. She also made great emphasis on referring to herself as female and even to think of herself as female. It had taken a while, but she had managed to do it. Every day, she meticulously made sure her fur was well groomed, that her apartment was spotless and the rent paid for on time every month, and was polite to everyone she interacted with, no matter how unpleasant. She regularly exercised and dressed sensibly, not wanting to give anyone a chance to call her maturity into question. Another reason Paltalia was one of the better nations for her to have ended up becoming a citizen of was how adopted littles were viewed legally. In many countries, an adopted little was viewed as a child... but also adult enough to allow their "parents" to expose them to things of, or use items of, a sexual nature. What Sarah had read in her research had made her sick. There was even a degree of acceptable violence allowed, mostly in the form of spankings, some of which were outright brutal. And then there were the surgeries to modify their little to make them more babyish, like teeth removal, or taking away their ability to talk or walk. None of that was allowed in Paltalia. When a little is adopted, they are not viewed as property or as a pet, and certainly not as an adult. They are legally a child, with all of the exact same protections as actual children and babies. This means all of those surgeries and physical abuse and sexual exposure are highly illegal in Paltalia. And the government very much enforced this... rather harshly. There were even some instances where adopted littles in what were deemed abusive homes were given back their freedom and autonomy as the decision-making skills of their "parents" had been called into question. And for the most part, Paltalians were proud of this stance their government took to protect their littles. That is not to say that there weren't some who disagreed. "Oh, where is a little cutie like you off to in such a hurry?" a syrupy sweet voice asked, startling Sarah out of her musings. She looked up to see the Amazon pushing the stroller had turned around and was now walking alongside her. "I'm on my way to work, Ma'am," Sarah said with a false smile, discreetly pressing a bright red button on the side of her watch. "Work? Oh, that's no fun," the woman said, sounding disappointed. Sarah took in the lady's details, storing them for memory for possible future reference. The woman in question was skinny, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a red sundress with a blue diaperbag over her shoulder. The stroller she was pushing was seafoam green and, as Sarah took notice, could unfold to allow for a second occupant. "Actually, I find my job very enjoyable and fulfilling," Sarah said. "Aww, that's so cute!" the lady said, making Sarah wince. This was not the first time cute was used around her, nor would it be the last. "You dressing up like a grown-up and trying to act so mature!" Now Sarah's hackles were raised even more. "Well thank you, but I really can't stop to chat. I don't want to be late for work." Sarah continued to smile as she quickened her pace, before finding her path blocked by the strolled, the boy inside whimpering a little and sucking on his binky furiously. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt and diaper, and buckled in via a five point harness. With a snap of a button, the second part of the stroller unfolded, awaiting the newest occupant. "My little Geoffry's stroller here can seat two, as you can see. Maybe I could give you a lift?" Sarah pressed the button on her watch again, knowing that doing so would increase the urgency of a response needed. "You're very kind, but I'm afraid that I must decline," Sarah said, suddenly finding herself having to leap back to avoid the swiping arms of the amazon. "Annabelle, it's not nice to try and play keep away from Mommy!" the amazonian said, in the syrupy sweet voice. She lunged again, this time grabbing Sarah by her arm in a vice-like grip. With a triumphant look on her face, there was a loud authoritative shout. "HEY! DROP THE LITTLE!" The amazonian's eyes went wide and she did just that out of pure reflex, putting her hands up as she and Sarah both looked in the direction of who had just spoken. It was an officer fast approaching on foot, his right hand resting on his stun gun. "We got a notification from an alert system," he said, speaking to Sarah, who nodded. "That is correct, officer," she then pointed to the red button on her watch, "I pressed the button for the alert here on my watch when this woman started to follow me. I pressed it again when it became apparent she was attempting to abduct me." "Sh-she means to say adopt, officer," the worried lady stammered out, looking like a deer in the headlights, "Annabelle here was adopted last week and I indulge her a little by letting her dress like a grown-up, but then she started to throw a tantrum when I told her she couldn't keep the pretty watch she found on the sidewalk." Sarah was surprised at how quickly this woman appeared able to think up a lie like that on the spot. Thankfully, it was apparent that the officer was not buying it. "Miss, are you familiar with this woman?" he asked Sarah, who quickly shook her head no. "I have never seen this person before in my life, officer. I was on my way to work when she accosted me." "YOU LITTLE FIBBER!" the lady screeched, turning on Sarah. The officer shouted for the woman to freeze, but she was in full frenzy mode and tried to grab for Sarah. All of a sudden, she fell to the ground and started to shudder, the plastic disk from the officer's stun gun planted firmly on her back. Sarah smiled despite of herself, and the boy in the stroller looked pleased. The officer radioed in what had happened, and soon a squad car arrived. The lady was a little out of it, but cognitive, and placed under arrest for attempted abduction and assault. She was handcuffed and put in the back of the car, and LPS soon arrived to tend to Sarah and the boy the woman had called Geoffry. Taking the time to do so, Sarah pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen. It rang for a bit, before it was answered. "Hello there, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said to her boss, "I'm calling to let you know that I am unfortunately going to be late to work. There was an incident and I might have to go down to the police station and give a statement." "Oh my goodness, are you alright Sarah?" he asked, sounding concerned. Sarah smiled, having liked her boss since the day he had hired her. For an amazon, he and his wife both were alright in Sarah's books, not that that meant Sarah trusted them completely. Still, he always treated all of his employees fairly, be they little, betweener, or amazon. "Yes, I'm unharmed, but still, I'm afraid that being late cannot be helped." "That's quite alright, and thank you for calling to let me know." "Oh, it looks like I have to go. I'll be in soon, Mr. Devereaux." he said goodbye, and Sarah ended the call, putting away her phone. Already a small crowd had gathered to see what all the commotion was. In the back seat of the cruiser, the amazon was crying and screaming as LPS took custody of her little, mentioning about reviewing his case. Sarah hoped that he would be granted his freedom. It turned out, however, that she wouldn't have to go down to the station to give her statement. Especially when she remembered that pressing the button on her watch activated the spy camera that was hidden in the topmost button of her coat. Using her phone, she was able to upload the entire incident, caught on high quality, to the arresting officer's phone. Apparently, the woman had tried this twice before, despite getting the book thrown at her both times. This being her third and last strike, her sentence was most likely going to be a much lengthier one. Even moreso if her "adopted" little agreed to testify. Soon, it was all over, and the police and LPS, after giving Sarah a once-over to make sure that she wasn't harmed, packed up and left, with Sarah stating that she could get to work herself just fine. She did have to weave through the slowly dispersing crowd of lookie-loos, frowning when she heard a female voice tut. "Can't believe that those babies aren't going home with their new momma." This made Sarah shudder and make haste through the small forest of legs. She made it to the subway without incident and, sure enough, she had missed her train. She did have to wait a few minutes for the next one to arrive, during which time she kept a full 360 degree awareness of her immediate surroundings. When the train arrived, she swiped her employee card and was allowed to go through the little-sized turnstyles. She looked around seeing amazons, betweeners, and littles boarding the train. Some looked bored, others looked all around, clearly tourists. Those Sarah made a point of avoiding, as foreign amazonians tended to gloss over the laws concerning littles in Paltalia, and she didn't wish for another incident so early in the morning. Aside from clearly catching the eye of some of the tourist amazons, who cooed at her and one, a man wearing an orange shirt with white flowers on it, offered her some chocolate. She had politely declined, and soon gotten off at her stop. She walked another two blocks to her place of work, the headquarters for Snuggies Inc. They were a small but fast growing company, one that primarily manufactured and distributed... baby and little products. One of the few companies in the country that also now had a line of products, including diapers, made with little furs in mind. And yes, Sarah saw the irony of her working there. She smiled at Henry the security guard at the front desk and waved her id badge over the scanner in front of the elevator, granting her access. There were three, one for average amazon height, one for average betweener height, and one for average little height. She skunk little had the elevator to herself, unable to resist humming along to the smooth jazz playing from the speakers on her way up to the fifteenth floor where she worked. Due to now being over half an hour late, she felt it safe to check in with her boss, despite having already called. Sarah, ever the cautious one. Getting off to the sounds of chatter from employees of various sizes speaking into headsets or to their computers, dealing with calls to different departments or other outside sources. Overall, there were twelve employees in the company's finance department. They were overseen by Luke Devereaux, the CFO himself. Sarah nodded to Rebecca, a brown she-wolf little fur that Sarah suspected was the same one that had fought with the guards prior to their arrival in this dimension. Not that Sarah was going to say anything. Rebecca was more of a casual acquaintance then a full-on work friend, but Sarah kept most everyone at arm's length. Not looking where she was going, Sarah walked right into a pair of legs. This caused the skunk girl to let out an "OMPH!" and fall onto her bottom. Looking up from the shiny black heels this apparent amazon was wearing, Sarah took in the charcoal grey skirt-suit that they were wearing, before alighting on the face of one of her coworkers she would have been glad to have avoided today. Tiffany. "Oh my goodness!" the giantess exclaimed, reaching down and picking Sarah up under her arms to set her down on her feet. "Poor little thing, are you okay, Sarah? You didn't get any boo-boos, did you?" Tiffany asked, brushing her long red hair aside. Her muddy brown eyes searching over the skunk girl. Sarah rolled her eyes but kept her composure. "No, Tiffany, I am just fine. No injuries or anything like that. And you don't need to keep wiping off my outfit." Tiffany wiped off some more imaginary dust before stopping. Tiffany wasn't so much a bad person, but definitely an amazon who had some serious disproportionate view of the world. Basically, she seemed to view all littles and small children, and took it upon herself to mother and fuss over all five of the littles in their department. She would do things like bring in fresh baked cookies to give to her little colleagues, "help" them transfer their drinks into sippi-cups and bottles, check to see if they had accidents, "help" them to the bathroom for a potty break, and even "assist" them in putting on some tug-ups. None of which was technically against the company policy, but it was something that Mr. Devereaux continuously would have to discuss with Tiffany from time to time. Without hesitating, Tiffany lifted up Sarah's skirt and started to inspect her plain panties. Firs the front, and then brushing aside Sarah's tail to check the back, even tugging them open. Sarah and the other littles and little furs of the office knew better than to yell or cuss out Tiffany for this, as that would be marked on their records as an act of immaturity. "Hmmm," Tiffany said, letting Sarah's undies snap back and letting her skirt fall, gently patting her bottom. "No accidents yet today, but I still think that you'd be better off switching to tug-ups. That way you won't have to worry about accidents so much." Sarah found that it was time again for her customer service smile. "Thanks, Tiffany," the words tasted like bile in her mouth, "and I'll certainly take that into consideration." "Or you could switch back to diapers full time. That way, you wouldn't have to worry about the potty at all, and I for one would be more than happy to change you!" I'm sure that you would, Sarah grimly thought. She knew that Tiffany didn't mean anything sinister by it, but rather honestly thought of Sarah as a little girl who needed someone looking after her. She briefly recalled several occasions where Tiffany had put her into tug-ups, and Sarah had simply sucked it up, while mentioning in passing to Mr. Devereauz about what had happened. Tiffany had misunderstood the complaint and came in the next day, putting Sarah into a diaper, which of course led to another talk with Mr. Devereaux. Again, none of what she had done had technically been against the company policy, and Tiffany had been confused as to why she was being scolded. "It certainly is something to think about," Sarah said, hating the truth to those words. As contradictory as it may seem, free littles and little furs who diapered themselves were viewed as acting maturely. Facing their "potty problems" head on instead of pretending that they didn't happen. Still, that was one spot that Sarah couldn't bring herself to compromise on. "If you want, I could change you into one right now! OH! I even have some with those cute little fishy designs on them! They'd look so adorable! And you know that we're now manufacturing those personalized diapers! We can have your name spelled out in baby blocks on the waistband!" Tiffany was so excited to talk about all things babying-related. "Those do sound exciting, but I think I'll just stick with panties for now." Sarah saw the look of disappointment in Tiffany's eyes and rolled her own. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check in with Mr. Devereaux." "Okay, I'll show you the way!" Tiffany said this, taking Sarah by the paw-hand and leading her towards their boss' office. Sarah was more than familiar with the layout of their department, but knew that it was best not to argue. Tiffany might think Sarah was cranky and need a bottle and a nap. Just like with the tug-ups, it wouldn't be the first time. "Here we are, safe and sound," Tiffany said, leaning down to gently pat Sarah on her bottom. "Remember that if you need me, I'll be over there." She waved to the direction her desk was in before giving Sarah a quick hug and letting go. Straightening her outfit, Sarah opened the door to her boss' office, glad for his standing order to all of his employees that they do not need to knock, as well as for the three size sets of door handles. "Good morning, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said as she entered, smiling up at the gigantic man sitting behind his equally gigantic desk. "Sarah, I've told you, I prefer just to be called Luke," he said with a chuckle, motioning towards the little leather chair. Sarah took her seat and explained in detail what had happened. "That just sounds awful," Luke said, shaking his head. His thick black hair was trimmed short and parted. He was wearing a tan suit with a striped red tie. Overall, his features would have easily landed him jobs as a male model, but instead he chose to work in finances for a company his best friend had started out of their own home. "It was, but thankfully the police were quick to respond," Sarah said, feeling better and letting go of a ball of anxiety she hadn't realized had formed in the pit of her stomach. "I couldn't help but hear Tiffany's voice just before you entered," he said, looking uncomfortable and shifting in his seat a bit, "did she... step over any lines again today?" "Well... she did check to see if I had an accident, and recommend that I wear... uhm... tug-ups, or diapers," Sarah said, feeling the blush beneath her fur. Luke sighed and nodded his head. "I'll have another talk with her. She already put Rebecca back in tug-ups a little while ago 'just to be safe'," he said, his voice revealing his incredulity. "Of course, since she was reported having a small accident, she will be required to wear them for the rest of the week... and Tiffany has promised to help make sure to check and see if she needs any further help." Sarah winced and nodded. Sometimes an accident was unavoidable, like a little trickle or squirt on the way to the bathroom. "That does explain why she is in maternal overdrive this morning," Sarah joked, making Luke let out a rumbling chuckle. "Alright, if you feel up to working after your ordeal, you can get started right away. And don't worry, you won't be docked any pay for something that was out of your control," Luke said. Sarah thanked him and left, heading towards her own desk. Luke Devereaux was a good man, and his wife a good woman. They both believed that mature littles and little furs deserved the very same rights as amazons and betweeners. His wife, Maria, was known to help organize protests for little equality back in college, and still advocated for them to this day. They did both also believe that a little that proves that they cannot handle adulthood does need to be cared for and given love and support, which did ruffle Sarah's fur a little, but she would take her interactions with them both, as Maria enjoyed stopping by from time to time, over someone as baby-crazy as Tiffany. And, thinking back to the attempted kidnapping not too long ago, Sarah was willing to put up with Tiffany's molly-coddling over that insane lady as well. Shaking her head, the skunk-girl typed in her password, and logged on, beginning her routine processing of expense reports. Every few seconds, she could hear Rebecca, who sat right across from her, crinkle a little as she shifted in her seat. So that chapter was a LOT longer than what I normally write! But it sure was a lot of fun, which is par for the course of all my projects! Please consider taking the time to leave a comment or review, as they really do just make my day! And thank you for reading!

The Trinket By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Hunter Chapter One The Will Hunter sighed as his mother, who he was currently on the phone with, continued to drawl about the contractual obligations he now had to abide by. His great aunt, or now his late great aunt, had left him a few things in her will that came with a few specific rules. The fennec fox had barely known her, other than seeing her at a Christmas party and once during Thanksgiving when he was very young. She was not really even his aunt, being an in-law and a cheetah to boot. He had heard a few stories about her, some from his mother who had always spoken about her with a degree of awe mixed with disapproval. Whether or not she was even really his aunt in-law was in question sometimes, but her presence in the family was nevertheless appreciated, if not coveted. She had been an Egyptianologist, but not the kind that mostly stays on the campus of a university. Accused several times of being no better than a bounty hunter with a college degree, she would often beguile whoever cared to listen at the taverns and bars she was often found at about her great adventures in the middle east. There were usually many stories told and drinks bought during such evenings. Her alcoholism aside, she had apparently kept up her taste for adventuring into abandoned tombs and caves right up until the very end. They never recovered her, but enough time had passed where her body had been declared lost and her vast collection of artifacts reclaimed by the museums and universities. Judging from their hasty reclamation of such items, they had been waiting for exactly such an opportunity as her disappearance. They had claimed most of the artifacts, at least. “So like, dumb it down for me a bit, Mom?” Hunter asked, a slight note of exasperation coloring his tone of voice as one of his large ears flicked to the side in irritation. It was his mother’s turn to sigh, which was followed up by a response. “You just can’t sell any of the stuff. You’re supposed to keep it as if it were a family heirloom. There’s some evidence to support that this does belong to us give or take a hundred generations.” Hunter replied back. “Right, don’t sell. Just keep it. Anything else?” “Not until they go through the rest of her possessions and check her records. You might be getting some money too, but that’ll take a while.” Right… After the state takes its hefty cut… Hunter thought to himself, but he did his best to keep his sense of sarcasm out of the conversation. “Great, thanks Mom.” “Of course honey, was there anything else you wanted to know about Auntie Tare?” Hunter, knowing that this would probably prolong the conversation for another good hour, shook his head before realizing that his mother could not see his reaction. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Hrm… No, no. I think I’m good for now, still… Processing and all that. I’ll talk to you later Mom.” “Okay sweetie, let me know what’s in the box. It looks mysterious!” “Yeah, I will. Love you Mom.” “Love you sweetie, bye bye now.” The line went silent, and Hunter put his phone down on the table with a sigh of relief. As silence enveloped the apartment, interrupted only by the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the fennec’s gaze drifted over to the box that sat in front of him on the dining room table. The word that could describe the wooden container could only be described as ornate. Carvings of Egyptian hieroglyphs laced with what he suspected was gold lining on the borders of the miniature crate gave the appearance of a most valuable item being stored inside. The wood had been treated with oil, and with great care as well. Part of him wondered if the box might be empty, as the container itself looked relatively valuable. Whatever it was, he was not surprised that his aunt had mentioned that he was not allowed to sell it. I’d probably make a pretty penny off of it too… Hunter mused to himself, as he pushed his chair back and stood up, only to crouch in front of the box in order to more closely examine its decor. He was not literate in Egyptian hieroglyphs, nor was he particularly interested in learning more about them. History had always bored the little fox, and despite having a renowned, though estranged, Egyptologist in the family it never sparked the same fascination and excitement as it did in Aunt Tare. Well, might as well have a look then. Reaching forward, he undid the clasp on the front of the box and pushed the lid open. Its hinges worked silently, and Hunter immediately noted that the entire inside of the box was laced with a vibrant, purple velvet. Amidst the swathes of cloth, Hunter beheld a palm sized brooch made of a mixture of dulled copper and gold. Marveling at it, the fennec’s eyes widened as he scanned its surface. The fennec picked it up with a paw and noted its significant weight. Equipped with a pin which Hunter presumed was intended to keep a cloak around a traveler’s shoulders, Hunter turned the brooch over and let out a surprised breath. The ornament had been placed upside down in its container, and it was studded with several small jewels with one large piece in its center. Peering closely at them, it took Hunter a moment to realize that they were opals. In the center of the metal disk, the largest of the opals was oval in shape. It gleamed as if freshly polished when it caught the last of the afternoon sun streaming from Hunter’s half shuttered window. A small scratch in the center of the opal was the only blemish on the piece, revealing the rainbow colored insides of the gem that refracted in ever changing patterns of color as he turned it over. Strangely, despite the fact that it had been sitting in the box ever since it had been delivered to his doorstep inside of its own, discrete cardboard container, the brooch was warm to the touch. And it felt like it was getting warmer. “It’s… pretty…” Hunter said lamely, to no one in particular. His initial curiosity had been sated, and he was now coming to the conclusion that he really had no use for the gem-encrusted display piece other than to perhaps show it off for his friends. The more he thought about it, being the owner of such a valuable piece now might mean that he would have to take insurance out on it. Great… Another responsibility… The fennec thought grimly to himself. Hunter was about to set the artifact down, when the opal flashed catching his eyes. Blinking, he looked down at the gem and wondered if he had imagined the sudden luminescence that had come from the piece. Gingerly, he brought it back up to his eyes and peered closely at the scratch on the gem’s surface to see if he had missed some refractive angle inside of the opal’s crack. Seeing that there was nothing he could immediately detect, he placed the brooch back down in its comfortable bed, this time right side up with the opal facing the ceiling of his apartment. He thought about where he should put the box, glancing around his apartment and seeing now apparent free space where he might rest it. I’ll probably just chuck it into my closet or something… His stomach rumbled, reminding him that his mother’s phone call had caused him to miss lunch at a reasonable hour. Closing the box, he decided to put his inheritance out of his mind for the time being. Padding over to his closet, he picked out his jacket and fumbled the keys to his apartment out of the bowl they rested in. I’m kind of hankering for some chicken… He thought to himself, his mind already beginning to drift away from the strange set of rocks that were now his, now and forever. He did, however, check twice that he had locked the door to his apartment before bounding down the staircase leading to the lobby of his apartment complex.

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.

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.

Finding New Things was one of the victims of the trouble that hit the forums. I'm only reposting now because I decided to go through and do a little editing. Now to see if the formatting will behave or if I'll have to send it to the corner (how's it look to you? It looks a little off to me like the lines are squishing together). I'm going to repost a chapter at a time until I have the seven that were previously posted and the just completed chapter eight. Finding New Things by LittleFenny Chapter One James I finally finished my late shift at the cafeteria and made my escape on my bike. It had been dish room duty again but at least this time I was stationed on the catcher's end of the dish machine which meant I only had to deal with stacking dishes and baskets of silverware while bathed in steam. With tomorrow off I'd finally get some time in at the nightclub I'd been reading about. City life had one big advantage over the old small town. With so many people around there was a good chance you could find a place out there for you. Most of the fetish friendly nightclubs I'd heard about were really only friendly to a limited crowd. But if what I'd read was true then the Neon Emerald was trying to be welcoming to everyone. And since I'd been reading those reviews on one of my favorite forums I was feeling hopeful that this time I wouldn't be disappointed. I'd even made a post of my own that I'd be showing up tonight and was interested in finally meeting local members face to face. Which was why I was wearing a few extra things tonight as I took my bike across town. The most obvious was the black nylon collar complete with a pair of brass tags. One had my name on it or at least the name of the RP character I liked to use on-line. James Fenton Redtail was actually pretty close to my real name, Jayne Felton Ridgell. The other was a paw print shaped tag with a QR code in the middle. I'd had to special order that on-line but I thought it was worth it. When scanned the code would point to a web page I'd set up so people could contact me without having to give them my regular email address. I'd actually worn that at work a few times when I was in the right mood so it hadn't even attracted much attention today. Which was good, because with the last two items I really hadn't wanted to get any extra attention. They were two items I'd been nervous buying let alone wearing. The first was a generic adult diaper that had a pale orange plastic backing, because there seems to be a law that any halfway decent adult diaper shouldn't ever come in a color that regular underwear would come in. Then for a little fun and to cut down on the crinkling noise I'd put a pair of plastic pants with a teddy bear print on over those. I'd been nervous all shift. Every spare moment I had I'd check to make sure my shirt was still tucked in. Fortunately our plain white uniform shirts were long and a belt for the black pants was mandatory. Even if I was no longer neatly tucked in after the first hour I never came close to having my shirt come completely untucked. Still it was the most nerve wracking and the most exciting shift I'd had in a long time. Something about knowing I could be caught at any time was as exciting as it was terrifying. Turning at the corner I cut through the park next to the library. At night there weren't many lights in the park as there were on the main street's sidewalks but the paths were wide and mostly clear of people. This was one of my regular shortcuts so when I reached the straight section I stood and started peddling hard. There were steps at the end and in the late evening you could get away with catching some air without anyone yelling at you. I have to say it really felt strange peddling and riding with that extra padding and the little bit of slickness my teddy bear-pants were giving. Riding in to work had been one thing but going all out like this I could feel things shifting and sliding over and over. I was just starting to have second thoughts about jumping down the steps when the choice was pulled away from me. Coming back down on the seat I felt myself slip a little and in a panic jerked the handlebars. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as the back wheel of my bike fishtailed into a skid on a smooth patch of sidewalk and then with a dizzying flash of light I went weightless and tumbled through the air. Staring up at the stars I just couldn't bring myself to move. I think I must have faded out for a while because the next thing I knew I heard the strange warbling of a siren while lights flashed on the edge of my vision. I heard voices and tried calling out to them only to find my throat raw like I'd been screaming. With what I could remember I probably had been. But my whimpers must have been loud enough because I soon had a flashlight shining at me and then a second and yet another as the voices grew closer. That's when I finally felt the pain stabbing up from my right leg and along my back. I must have been a miserable sight whimpering on the ground in the beams of the flashlights as I finally passed out a second time. Andrea "Chamber vacuum, confirmed." "Primary capacitor bank, full charge confirmed." "Tuning field stability, confirmed." "Secondary capacitor bank, full charge confirmed." Andrea watched each item on the checklist flickered from red to green on her monitor while she did her best not to sneeze from the heavy scent of ozone filling the room. Ten minutes earlier it had merely smelled like the air after a heavy thunderstorm. Now it was well past annoying and had her fur standing on end as if from static electricity. Concentrating on the experiment she checked the screen on her left which showed a chromed ball resting on a simple three pronged stand. At the touch of a button the screen on her right changed to show the telemetry readings for the target zone. Across the room one of the guys gave in and sneezed twice as the ozone scent grew stronger. "Maybe citing health concerns will get a little boost to the budget to fix that." "Tokomatsu-Zinke Field Effect, confirmed. Disruptions are forming. Field strength is dropping. Triggering capacitor banks in 3... 2... 1..." The screens flickered. Failing just as the fire alarms began to blare and strobe lights flashed. She couldn't see just what happened, but when her screens came back up there was no longer a chromed sphere resting on its stand in the primary chamber. Indeed there no longer seemed to be a stand in the chamber for the ball to rest on. While the others called back and forth tracking down the alarm Andrea checked the target zone. "Yes!" She saw a spike of electromagnetic energy recorded in the target zone at effectively the same instant the the capacitor banks were fired. But her ears flicked back in dismay when she checked the rest of the readings. No matter how many times she read the charts there were no more signs of a success. Switching to cameras didn't show light reflecting off the sphere or anything else for that matter. "It has to have gone somewhere. The source chamber is empty." Changing windows she rewound the recorded video from the test chamber and snarled when the recording proved to be just as scrambled as the live feed had been. Feeling a headache coming on she turned and growled at the safety station, "Ogden! Is there actually a fire anywhere?" "There was a minor one in the secondary capacitor bank. The suppressant has it out now." "Then shut that alarm off! I'm trying to find our test target and I can't hear myself think!" "Yes ma'am. I'll need to call the Campus Safety office." "Then call them!" Taking a deep breath she switched on her microphone. "Cicely, get someone in the source chamber and confirm whether the test sphere is gone or if it didn't just fall in the corner." "Ogden, why is that alarm still going!" "Soon as I told them our fire was out they said they had an injured person to help and they'd get to it when they got to it." He shrugged, "Consider it a test of the fire department's response time? They can shut it off too." "Don't you know how?" "Know how? Sure. Have permission? No. Would you like to sign off on ordering me to do it?" Sign off on violating Campus Safety's procedures? She'd get in less trouble vandalizing the chancellor's office. "Fine, let me know when they get here." Turning back to her screens she slipped on her earphones and pulled up some music. The sound canceling couldn't do anything for the strobe lights but at least it deadened the horn.

Hello there! Here I am with the start of another new story! This was based on an RP I've been having with someone who, while I credit as a co-author, has asked to remain anonymous. Still, to them I say, thanks friend! Hugs Please take a read and leave a review! Tracey's Story by Panther Cub & Anonymous Tracey yawned and stretched in the morning sunlight that drifted in through her bedroom window. She stood up and waddled a bit over to the bathroom, stopping to examine herself in her full-length mirror. Staring back at her was a teenaged tigress wearing a powder blue t-shirt and a soaked diaper. She blushed as she let out a squeak and pulled her thumb from her mouth. Last month she had started to wet the bed. Her parents, worried, but supportive, had taken her to the doctor, who had confirmed Tracey's worst fear. She had Miner's Syndrome, and it was manifesting. While grateful that it wasn't something more serious, Tracey was still terrified by the news. So far, it seemed that she was just a bedwetter, so that meant that it would be easier to hide than those with full incontinence. But there was still the thumbsucking, which Tracey kept a vigilant watch over. Wiping her thumb on her shirt, she went into the bathroom to strip off the soggy diaper and take a shower. Once finished, and relieved to be wearing her regular underwear, she dressed in her school uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror again, and now stood a teenaged tigress wearing a white blouse with a green pleated skirt. She smiled, before realizing that she was once again sucking her thumb, and quickly ripped it out and made her way downstairs. "Morning Kitten, you sleep okay?" Tracey's mom, Katherine, asked as she came down the stairs. "Breakfast is ready, but you're going to have to eat fast if you want to make the bus," she admonished with a slight shake of her head. Like Tracey, Katherine was a Tigress, although her father, Paul, was a lion. Maybe she should have been a liger, but as things were, Tracey was just as much a Tigress as any other. Her father Paul was already at the table reading a newspaper and sipping some coffee. He looked up at his daughter and gave a warm growling smile. "Morning Tracey, going to set a new track record today?" he asked. Both of her parents were very proud of their daughter, her father especially made a point never to miss a track meet. Her current developing symptoms had worried them a bit, but at Tracey's insistence they had relented and decided to let their girl handle it rather then inform the school on her behalf. So far it seemed to be a wise course of action as the effects, to their knowledge, had been pretty minimal. Tracey blushed at being called Kitten, but smiled nonetheless. "Morning," she said as she sat down and dug in. Only when she was halfway done did she answer her father. "Training doesn't start until next week, Dad, but I was planning on getting a run in after school." "Well, keep it as a goal then. Still can't wait to see you at the next meet," her father said with an affectionate head pat. Annoyingly he'd been doing that more to her lately. "There's the bus kitten," her mother said looking out the window, "Off with you, scoot your butt off to school." "Okay, bye, love you both!" Tracey called behind her as she grabbed her backpack and rushed towards the door. She was lightly jogging down the suburban street towards the stop. She arrive just in time to catch the bus, climbing aboard and looking around for a seat. Tracey's stop was one of the last before the bus headed to the school so there weren't a lot of seats open. She scanned up and down the aisle only to see one option. A seat near the back with one of the daycare students. Most of the time the daycare students weren't that bad. There was a bit of a social stigma with them since a lot of the other students would tease them about being little better then babies. It was even worse for the nursery students. The poor kids found themselves often sitting alone since not many other teenagers wanted to be teased and be guilty by association when sitting next to a 'baby'.... And this was part of the fear for Tracey. The daycare and nursery kids were all students who suffered from Miners Syndrome. The daycare girl with the open seat next to her was an arctic vixen. You could tell she was a daycare student because she had a colorful ribbon pinned to her uniform with a pacifier attached. And said pacifier was in the girl's mouth as she sleepily gazed out the window waiting for the bus to get her to school. Tracey took one more look around before sighing and taking a seat next to the vixen, focusing on keeping her eyes straight ahead. The bus started off toward school again and the usual noise and chatter settled in. It took a few minutes but the vixen staring out the window noticed that she was now sharing the seat with someone and turned to offer a polite wave. "Hi hi," she said. "I don't think I've met you before. I'm Lyra." When Lyra turned to talked to Tracey there was a somewhat telltale crinkle beneath her that the tigress could recognize. "U-uh, h-hi. I'm Tracey." The tigress said, returning the wave. "I usually arrive earlier to the bus stop." Lyra nodded. "Yah, I think I've seen you before. Our school is kind of big, and its easy to get lost in the number of students. Especially when there's uhm, divided classes," she said with a slight blush. "What grade are you in? I'm a sophomore." "I'm a junior now." Tracey said, becoming a little more comfortable. "Do you mind if I ask just... uhm... h-how long you've been in... uh... the d-daycare program?" Lyra blushed a bit at that and absently took out the pacifier that was on the ribbon attached to her uniform. "I know, its pretty obvious since we have to wear this..." she said her ears drooping a little as she seemed hesitant to talk about it. "Since start of freshman year... but I'm not in the Nursery class," she was quick to add, "And my reports are good, I really shouldn't even be there," she said, shuffling a little more with a crinkle. Usually students who did 'good' were in training pants which apparently she was not. "I... uh... I'm sorry. Is it... really bad?" Tracey asked. She imagined herself being laid down on a changing table, a pacifier stuffed in her mouth, with bright colors and playpens as far as the eye could see, nursery rhymes blasting on speakers. Lyra shrugged. "Its fine. Just different," she said. As someone who'd been in dealing with it for over a year it seemed she'd adjusted or at least reconciled her part of it. She turned to look out the window again, not even realizing as she took the pacifier and popped it in, staring out at the passing cars once more on the way to school. Tracey stared for a moment as the vixen absentmindedly sucked on her binky. She took to looking straight ahead, a small ball of dread forming in her stomach. Eventually the bus arrived and all the students began to troop off and into the school to begin another school day. The vixen, Lyra, that Tracey had sat with took, a sharp right, still sucking her paci as she walked to the side of the campus where the daycare was while the rest of the students swarmed through the main doors toward their classes. Tracey watched the vixen go, before shuddering to herself, having caught a flash of the thick padding poking out from beneath her skirt. Tracey made her way to her home room, soon forgetting about the vixen, and focusing more on finding a place to sit. Homeroom for the most part was uneventful. Morning announcements were made, homework was turned in, and Tracey was able to fade into the crowd of students and normalize her day. There wasn't much of interest happening until she was on her way to her next period and her class was over near the daycare section of the building. The crosshallway connecting to the daycare usually wasn't busy since students on that side had their own classes and schedules, but some of the high school students volunteered to help the daycare and nursery students and a small group was heading back toward the main part of school. Tracey walked along almost jumping when she heard a melodic voice. "Kyra, oh look at you! Much better!" Tracey recognized the voice as what was easily the most enthusiastic volunteer for the daycare program. Turning her head to her left she instinctively shrank back a bit in fear from the shorter doe next to her, who was hugging a scared-looking otter girl close. "Now we don't have to worry about anymore accidents, and we can spend a lot more time together having fun!" Nora said, bubbly as usual, and, thankfully, missing Tracey's response to her. The doe was in the same grade as Tracey, and even had the same last period as her, but ever since her first year in high school she had declared her intentions to study Miner's Syndrome (ms) and go into childcare and related studies. She spent most of her free time at school volunteering and this morning it seemed no different. "Come on, there's no need to be scared! I know where your next class is, I'll help you get there. This way!" Nora said as she took the otter girl's hand, leading her waddling along behind her back toward the daycare section. The otter girl and Tracey made eye contact for a moment, the otter girl looking a bit confused and unsure even as she was led away. Tracey let out a shudder as she caught a flash of the white diaper peeking out from beneath Kyra's skirt. It had little cartoon characters on it. Tracey realized that Nora more than likely was the one to put that diaper on the girl, who must have taken a step back from training pants this very day. Tracey recognized the irony of being scared of such a smaller, slightly younger and, admittedly, sweet doe; especially considering how much taller and more athletically built she was compared to Nora. But she chose not to focus on it for now, and instead, she made her way to her next class. If I slip up, that could easily be me. Tracey thought to herself. For the rest of the day Tracey made a point to avoid the daycare section of the school. Before her diagnosis, she hadn't paid much attention to the other side of the school, but since her night time problem had cropped up, it felt like she noticed it or ended up near it more and more often. Thankfully the rest of the day passed by without further incident. Before too long she was in the locker room changing into her running clothes and getting ready to ease her mind with a good run. She greeted the other girls on the team as she made her way out and to the field. Tracey began doing her usual stretches, limbering up before her run. Soon, she was off, starting with a light jog before working up to a full on sprint. Her mind went blank, and she found her center peace as she ran, the world falling away. Running was one of the few things that Tracey truly enjoyed. No one bothered her, few could keep pace with her long legs and, as she got further away from the school, she didn't even think about the daycare or her developing MS. She just ran till she'd worked up a good sweat and her muscles felt tired. She finished, checking her watch to find that she'd actually managed to shave off a few seconds from before. Feeling elated, Tracey made her way back to the changing room and headed home from school, opting to walk. Tracey felt good as she headed home. Stepping through the front door, she loudly announced her return. "I'm home!" "Welcome back, sweetheart." Her dad said, coming from the direction of the kitchen where he had just been washing dishes. "Your mom's out right now, kitten." He explained as he pulled Tracey into a hug, before letting her go with an affectionate headpat. The rest of the day was largely uneventful, with the highlight being when her mother returned to tell of how she almost got into an altercation with a rude fellow shopper who thought she was working at the store she was shopping at, and demanded service from her. The relative calm of the last few hours was broken as it got closer to bed time, however. While Tracey had been able to put MS out of her mind for most of the afternoon, it came back to the front as she finished her homework and checked her clock showing how late it was. If she didn't want to wake up in a wet bed, there was something she'd have to do. Tracey sighed to herself as she stood up and went over to the drawer in her dresser where her night time incontinence products were kept. She opened it and looked at the sterile white rectangles that were hers. She grabbed one and shut the drawer. Tracey undressed, and stepped into the adult diaper. It had tabs on the side for adjustment, which Tracey took a moment to adjust. Once she was sure it was fitted properly, she grabbed her blue PJ shirt and slipped it on. It was still too warm to justify pajama bottoms, so tonight she was going to go without. She folded up her uniform and hung it up in her closet. She opened her door to call out and wish her mom and dad good night, before yawning and climbing into bed. Just as she relaxed and started to drift off, her thumb found its way into her mouth. I know that this is a little bit shorter than what I usually post, chapter-wise, but the next chapter will be longer. I hope that you enjoyed the beginning of this newest story!

? Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. | Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.

This story was written as a collaboration with @PoofyLoogs, over on Twitter! He's a Hypermess & Furry artist, and we worked together to create this story - and then he drew an illustration for it! You can check out the illustration here, and I highly encourage you to go over to his Twitter and tell him how much he stinks - he did a great job on the art and I'm really pleased with how this story turned out. This is part one, parts two and three will be coming in the following weeks! ... “Um… um…” Jake couldn’t help but stare. When he’d walked into the room, Cynthia’s eyes had been glued on her phone, holding it up to try and get the perfect selfie. The perfect selfie to show off her totally naked chest, and the magic wand vibrator pressed between her legs… And, the object that drew the most confusion and startlement from Jake, the large, sagging, visibly overloaded diaper around her waist. He dropped his keys, lost in the attempt to try and make sense of the scene in front of him. That’s when the smell hit him, and he had to raise a hand to his snout to try and ward it away. He knew she was a skunk, but the overpowering stink from her diaper still shocked him. “What the heck are you doing?” Cynthia, for her part, had at least blushed when he walked in on her. She wasn’t totally naked, she had on thigh-highs and a collar that matched her white-and-black fur, but that didn’t really do much for modesty. “What are you doing here?” she retorted, dropping her phone onto the couch. “We had plans!” Jake objected. “You said to come over Friday afternoon and we’d go to the mall!” She hesitated, glancing off into space and replaying her memories for a moment. “I…crap, I thought today was Thursday.” “So, again, what are you doing?” Jake demanded, his voice pitched in nasal tones as he tried to protect his sense of smell from her diaper. He could almost see fumes coming off it. “Did you put on–no, stupid question. Why did you put on a diaper and crap yourself?” Rubbing the back of her neck, Cynthia’s tail raised and she chuckled nervously. “It’s fun.” “You like it?” Jake asked. He couldn’t help it, he smirked. Cynthia tended to tease him about his various habits and interests–now, he finally had some ammo to push back. Drawing in a shallow breath, he said in sing-song, “Little baby cynthia, peeing in her pants, she can’t see london ‘cause she pooped on france!” Cynthia rolled her eyes, stepping closer to him. She still had her wand in her hand, though she’d at least clicked it off. “Yeah, I do like it. It feels great, and nobody stinks like I do.” “You can say that again,” Jake snickered, trying another shot at it. “I’m surprised they let little babies into magic camp! How full is that thing? It looks like you backed a dump truck and just loaded it!” “Oh, I’m not a little baby,” Cynthia replied. “I know exactly what I am–and that just happens to include being someone who occasionally destroys a diaper or two–plus, you should watch your mouth, since I got better marks on enchanting than you. What’s that make you, if someone who stinks as bad as me is still better than you, hmm?” Hesitating, Jake sniffed. Now that she was standing right in front of him, the smell coming off her sagging diaper was truly all encompassing, and he was having trouble trying to think of a way to tease her. “Ugh, watch out for your paint–I think it’s going to start to peel,” he tried. She just laughed. “You…” Creeping a little closer, she lowered the wand, tapping the bulb at the end against the front of his shorts. “You should try it, foxy. You might never stink as good as me, but hey–you might learn something about yourself.” He stammered for a response, but nothing came to mind. She’d just swaggered right up–waddled right up, really–and stolen his thunder. Tossing the wand onto the couch, she said, “I’ll go shower so you can breathe, dummy. You still want to hang out, right?” Speaking with shallow breaths, he said, “Uh…yeah. Yes, sure.” But his thoughts were elsewhere. Cynthia went to change, but the smell of her diaper lingered long after she’d left. Jake knew he should just go wait outside, get some fresh air, but something about the encounter had paralyzed him. All he could do was stand there, taking shallow breaths while his mind reeled. “Really couldn’t get enough of my stink, huh?” Cynthia asked, snapping him out of his daze. He hesitated. “Huh?” “I’ve been gone for fifteen minutes and you’re still just huffing,” Cynthia giggled. She’d changed into a blue top and a skirt, more her usual attire–and glancing down, Jake didn’t see a diaper poking out. “Didn’t even open a window, it’s almost like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jake blushed–why am I blushing?–and looked away. “No, I just…whatever. Let’s get going.” “Need to use the bathroom before we leave?” Cynthia teased. “Or if you’d like, I’m happy to share a diaper.” “N-no!” he stammered. “I don’t stink up the place like a little baby.” “Maybe you should.” The skunk retrieved her keys, swaggering to the door. “You did seem to like it.” … Cynthia was wrong. And stupid. And definitely hadn’t planted any ideas in Jake’s head during that visit. Absolutely not. Certainly not. He just ordered a pack of diapers off the internet that night for totally unrelated reasons, and paid for expedited shipping on a whim. Unlike Cynthia though, he was going to make some changes. He wouldn’t just ruin his flat by stinking up the whole place. He just wanted to try using the diaper, but staying in it for long was off the table. He’d put one on, wet it, and then take it off right away. The package arrived that next afternoon, while he was in the middle of an online game with Cynthia and a few other friends. Not wanting a package of a dozen diapers to sit out on the stoop where any neighbor might accidentally grab it and open it, he hesitated. “Uh, be right back.” “What?” Cynthia demanded. “We’re getting swarmed–” “Can’t pause, gotta run for a sec–” he started, setting down his controller and removing his headset so he could run to the door. By the time he returned a minute later, his team had been overwhelmed by zombies, and a new match was queuing. “What the hell, Jake?” one of their other friends demanded, as he put his headset back on. “Had to run–” he started, thinking up the first excuse he could. “Bathroom.” “Couldn’t hold it for two minutes?” “Yeah,” Cynthia added, and Jake picked up the humor in her tone. “Why can’t you be more like us, Jake? You never see me running off to use the toilet while we play.” Wait, she doesn’t–Jake thought. “Then again, you play like crap,” he shot, trying to gauge her reaction. “Hey, if you don’t like that I stink, don’t play with me,” Cynthia replied. Yup, she has a diaper on. “Can you two quit bickering so we can get back to the game?” And with that, the gameplay resumed, but Jake’s mind stayed on the package a few feet away. An hour later, as the game ended, he finally had a chance to rip it open, all the while telling himself he was just trying it out to confirm that Cynthia was making stuff up. He didn’t like diapers, he just needed to get it out of his system. He wouldn’t be like Cynthia, though. He wanted to try using a diaper, but he wouldn’t just sit and stew in it. He didn’t want to deal with cleanup, either–just as soon as he was done, he wanted the proof of his accident to be gone, so he could take off the diaper, clean himself off, and go on with his life confident in the knowledge that he wasn’t a weirdo like Cynthia. Fortunately, he knew a bit of magic. Not fully-fledged wizard magic, but enough to get by. Sure, it was a bit reckless to invent a homebrew spell given his skill level, but what’s the worst that could happen? He’d have to take a shower after all. Marking out a few notes on a pad, he tried to remember his latin as he worded the spell. “Let’s see…I want it to hold up when I use it, but self clean as soon as it’s used.” He went through the conjugations, checked it over twice, and lit a candle to cast the spell. He knew the magic worked–or, at least, that it had caused some kind of effect–when the candle blew itself out. He had himself a perfectly enchanted diaper, and was ready to get this out of his system. Slipping off his pants and boxers, he turned the diaper over in his hands a couple times, lining up the tapes with the back. Flopping back onto the couch, he wriggled it into place, folded it up over his waist, frowned at the erection that’d formed between his legs, and tried to just tape it in place. He did a crap job. His diaper ended up lopsided, mangled, and was about ready to fall off–and, because the tapes were sticky, he couldn’t just peel them off and try again. He’d have to get a new diaper, re-cast the spell, and start all over from scratch. Rather than try that, he reached over to the coffee table until he reached his lighter. Snagging it, he re-lit the candle and cast another quick spell. “Let’s see…Latin for securing the tapes so it’ll stay in place…” he mumbled the words, and in an instant, the diaper snapped into a solid, snug-but-not-uncomfortable position over his waist. Perfect. Now he just needed– “Oh, wow,” he said, as his belly gurgled, almost as though on cue. He felt a pressure on his bladder as well, as though the mere act of putting on the diaper had made him need to go. It was like when he got back from a long car drive, as soon as he was within striking distance of a toilet, he’d suddenly feel that pressure–this just had to be the same thing, right? “Fine,” he said. “Let’s do this, get it out of the way.” Standing, he tried to let go. A bit of effort, and a grunt, but a mental block told him ‘no’. So, he tried again. Spreading his legs, Jake squatted down, extended his butt, and allowed his golden red tail to hike up into the air. His bladder released, flooding the front of his diaper even through a half erection, and a moment later his guts gave in and obeyed. With a little grunt, he overcame two decades and change of practice at keeping his pants clean and felt the mush spill out of him, pushing out his diaper to make room. Jake surprised himself with how badly he needed to go–his bladder was still draining after almost forty five seconds, and he had to make an effort to keep pushing, keep packing the seat of his diaper. He wasn’t sure what he’d eaten that had produced such a reaction, but… But… The way his mess bulged into his diaper, spreading between his legs while the padding grew sodden and heavy, stirred something inside him. And even as he was still going, when the smell hit him, a gentle whiff of the stink coming off his diaper, that definitely made him feel something. He didn’t smell nearly as bad as Cynthia had, but that was okay–she’d been far, far too ripe for any person to possibly stand. But this, on the other hand, almost– “No!” he said out loud, though he couldn’t compel his body to stop dumping into his diaper. “I don’t–I don’t like this! I can’t like this, I’m not some sort of–whatever.” The stream was finally starting to taper off, and he was finally, mercifully, empty. As his bladder stopped dribbling, he stood, ready for the self cleaning magic to kick in. Then, he could take this diaper off and forget about this whole experience. A second passed, then two. The diaper didn’t self clean. “Dammit,” he mumbled. “Stupid messed up magic spell. Guess I’ll have to clean up the crappy way.” Reaching down, Jake seized the first of four tapes on his diaper, prying it free. He really should have waddled to the bathroom first, but he wanted out of this right away. As he reached for his second tape, though, the first one snapped right back down. “Uh…” he said, pulling it free again. This time, it jerked out of his fingers, sealing itself back in place, so that the diaper wouldn’t be free. The third time he tried, he couldn’t even find purchase on the tape. Frowning, he tried to just tug the diaper free like a pair of underwear. The material stretched, so it had to come off, right? No dice. No matter how much he pushed down on the waistband, it refused to budge, as though an equal and opposite force fought him. He was stuck. And his belly had begun gurgling again.