Scott's Remote

[Horatio Husky]

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."

[Horatio Husky]

Chapter 2

 

Scott grinned to himself, his tail twitched in excited anticipation.  He decided that he would start slow, after all, he first had to figure out how things felt as well as his tolerance before he would see if any of his other inventions could become potentially useful in making his weekend just that more relaxing.  He took out a package of diapers labeled, "playtime diapers" ripping the packaging open and inhaling the smell of baby powder, he slipped a paw inside the package and extracted a diaper unfolding it.  Sliding his paw pads through the soft, absorbent interior of the diaper, he took a moment to admire the craftsmanship.  He imagined in his head how comfortable and secure his jewels and behind will feel when he'd allow himself to put it on.  He thought about how his movement would be just slightly hindered and how the diaper would constantly remind him of its presence as it pressed up against him with every small and subtle movement he made.  Scott had read many stories about this exact feeling on the internet, he had seen many pictures and videos of others just like him indulging in their secret pleasures.  The only difference was that Scott now had an opportunity to actually experience it himself.

 

Scott turned and walked up the stairs, taking two at a time, and opened the door to his bedroom. Diaper still in paw, he closed the door behind him, grabbed a towel from his bathroom and placed it on his bed to make a makeshift changing table.  He quickly stripped from his work clothes, hanging his shirt and tie on a clothes hanger and throwing his pants and buckle on a chair. Finally, he took off his underwear, and stood completely naked in the middle of the room.  He looked over into a mirror, admiring his feline body. Although a little on the scrawny side, Scott was pretty happy with the way he looked. Not crazily attractive, but attractive enough to get the occasional appraising look from the men and women at his workplace. He brought his mind back to the task at paw, he let his soft bottom drop onto the towel, and rolled onto his back.  His excitement could hardly be contained, and anybody looking into the room would have seen it as Scott unfolded the diaper. Expertly lifting his bottom up he slid the backseat of the diaper underneath himself.  Then, he deftly pulled the diaper over himself, pushing down on his crotch to get a comfortable fit and then taping himself up snug on both sides.

 

Scott grinned and groped the front of his diaper, relishing the feeling between his legs.  The soft, tender touch of the absorbent, almost thirsty lining of his diaper made him feel incredibly comfortable.  The tension caused by work and adult responsibility in his brain slowly eased and melted away as he knew that he could relax his body completely and not worry about a single thing, not even having to get up and use the bathroom. Why would he have to? His bathroom was right where he was, he didn't have to go anywhere or do anything. Scott pushed himself off the bed and drew himself up, looking at himself in the mirror and testing the flexibility of his padding and admiring how the diaper wrapped itself around his midsection, giving perfect security to any accidents the leopard might have now that he was in a more infantile mind-set.   Grabbing the front of the diaper again the cat groaned in pleasure, he turned around and admired his now much cushier, pattern backside. He gave it a slap, and giggled in pleasure as the slap made a plastic, crinkly noise against his paw.

 

The cat exited his bedroom, shutting the door as the sun moved down the horizon amidst frozen clouds in the sky. As he descended he listened with glee to the swish and crinkle of his new under garments. They're much more suitable for me, he thought to himself, a baby needs his diapers just in case he might have an accident!  As he spoiled himself with babyish thoughts, he glanced at the boxes still in the living room. “I think I'll take it slow,” he said aloud to himself, "One thing at a time." He padded over to his kitchen, his tail floating smoothly in the air as light as a feather, protruding from his well padded behind. He walked over to a cabinet, making sure to push his cushioned crotch against the bottom drawers as a reminder to his current state and opened up a cabinet door. Behind several bottles of cooking wine he had stashed some pharmaceutical grade diuretics. 

 

"Hydrochlorothiazide is a chemical substance that causes your body to increase production of urine in order to rid itself of excess dihydrogen monoxide and various salts," Scott mused aloud, "Or in cases like me make sure that little babies make proper use of their special underpants.”  Putting the jar of diuretic pills and a jug of milk on the kitchen counter, Scott padded back over to the living room to fetch one of the oversized baby bottles and nipples in the big brown boxes. Returning to the kitchen, he poured the milk into several glasses and put them in the microwave to warm up. "After all," Scott announced to nobody but himself, "Little babies like me couldn't drink cold milk straight from the jug, could they?"

 

Shortly after, the microwave dinged, and Scott extracted the glasses of milk, absentmindedly taking a sip from one of them to test its temperature. Scott grabbed the jar of diuretics and shook out a few pills. He took out four of the pills and plopped one neatly into the tall glasses of milk, after stirring each with a spoon he poured them into the large baby bottle, and snapped the lid on. Shaking some out onto his wrist just to check the temperature again, Scott licked up the drops off of himself and smiled broadly.  "I think" he said aloud once more, "That this will be one of the most memorable weekends of my life!"