Scott's Remote

[HoratioHusky 57]

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.

 

Scott 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.

 

Scott 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."

[HoratioHusky 57]

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!"

[HoratioHusky 57]

Chapter 3

 

The tip of Scott’s tail happily twitched as he descended downstairs into the den.  Plopping himself down on an oversized bean bag with bottle in paw he leaned over to grab the remote and began flipping through his collection of children’s tv shows.  Finally settling on a personal favorite of his childhood, Dexter’s Laboratory (unsurprisingly), he happily settled down in his comfy seat.  He lifted the tip of the bottle to his lips and closed his eyes, as he began to suckle on the bottle.  As any other feline, he loved to spoil himself with whole milk.  The warmth of the liquid along with the additive he had put in caused his body to tingle as the warmth of the liquid seeped into his insides, making his belly feel nice and comfortable.  Padding the front of his diaper, he grinned around the nipple of the bottle as he sucked, knowing that all too soon he’d be putting the fluffy underpants around his waist to good use.

 

    After finishing a little over three quarters of the bottle he began to feel full, but he continued until he had finished the entire bottle.  Scott wanted to be sure that his padding would be used as intended after all.  Placing the bottle next to him on the floor, Scott settled back down onto the beanbag and began to doze lightly as he barely paid attention to what was occurring on the television.  He began to think about how brilliant the remote design he had found was.  It worked on a very basic algorithm based on Newton’s law of inertia, essentially setting the inertia of all objects on the planet to zero while still maintaining proper ratios of molecular vibration, that being the emission of heat.  After around twenty minutes however, his thoughts were brought to a more pressing matter, that pressing matter being his bladder.

 

He decided that he’d try and ride it out as long as he possibly could instead of just letting go.   After all, he thought to himself, I need to know if Dexter will be able to get himself out of the predicament he had gotten himself into.  The reflexive thought of needing to go to the bathroom crossed his mind, but he shook his head with a mischievous grin on his muzzle.  I’m too busy to go to the potty, he thought, TV is so much more important than silly things like potty training, after all what would my diaper be for if I didn’t need to use it?  Slowly but surely the pressure began to build.  Finally he decided that it was time to release once the pressure was beginning to get uncomfortable.  Scott let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed completely. 

 

 At first his body resisted, unused to being allowed to release in a situation where normally he would be concerned with wetting the chair.  But incrementally, he was able to relax completely, and he could see a warmth spreading throughout the front of his diaper.  He slid down a little bit, forcing the absorbent insides of the diaper against himself as an incredibly vulnerable feeling washed over him.  He let out his breath in huffs and grabbed the front of his diaper as his stream began to relax.  He looked down to see that he had quite thoroughly soaked the padding around his legs.  But even as he watched the yellow faded from the front, indicating that the diaper had much more potential.  He could still feel the warm wetness in the front of his crotch.  He moaned in ecstasy and happiness.  Scott had finally done what he’d spent his entire life dreaming of since he had been a child.  He had returned to being a helpless baby who could do little else than sit and diddle in his diapers.

 

He pushed his legs together, wanting to fully experience the feeling of having a warm, wet diaper.  He rubbed his chest fur gently as he slid a paw down and onto the front of his padding, gently squeezing it around himself.  Letting out a sigh the leopard leaned back and dozed for what he imagined couldn’t have been more than an hour, for as he awoke he looked at the time on the television to see that it was 5:00 P.M.  He yawned and stretched, moving around to allow himself to feel the slightly colder and heavier diaper around his waist.  As he did so he inadvertently let out yet another warm stream of urine. “Wow” Scott said aloud, “those pills are pretty darn effective to be causing me to wet almost uncontrollably.  Good thing I had my diaper on!”  Once he had finished he squeezed the front of his diaper again, noticing that it had grown to a much larger size, now slightly hindering his ability to walk without a waddle.  

 

Grabbing his bottle, he decided that he’d make his ways upstairs in a much more fitting fashion than simply walking.  Holding the nipple of the bottle in his teeth, Scott crawled towards the stairs and started to walk up them on all fours, waving his wet and padded tush in the air as he did.  He giggled to himself, feeling incredibly childish for doing such a thing.  As he reached the top of the stairs, he reached up and opened the door.  He almost fell back down the stairs as he saw what waited at the top of them.

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[HoratioHusky 57]

Chapter 4
 

Scott’s bottle dropped to the ground as he yelled in surprise.  Awaiting him at the top of the stairs was a kindly looking blonde, grey rabbit wearing a long plain dress with an apron at the front with her paws cupped in front of her.   It took a second to realize that the robotic nanny he had purchased was standing right in front of him.  “How on earth did you get out of your box?” he said aloud, to nobody in particular.  And once again he started, because a voice came from the direction of the figure, while the figure’s lips remained still, “I have been animated because you have pressed the activation button on my remote.”  Scott furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and then a realization dawned on him.  He went down into the den again and quickly returned with the remote.  The nanny still hadn’t moved from the original spot it had been, it stood completely still, yet still looked incredibly lifelike.  Like she might scoop me up into her arms at any instant and begin feeding me with a bottle, Scott thought to himself, as his insides squirmed in happy excitement at the idea.

 

Pressing the start button on the remote, he watched as the voice came from the nanny once again, this time stating, “Rebooting in progress. . . process complete.”  Scott chuckled to himself, whoever had designed the robot to work on the same frequency as your common TV remote must really have an interesting sense of humor.  Scott hadn’t even gone through the manual of the robot, so he decided that he better read up on her before he went any further.  Walking into the living, he raised his eyebrows in dry amusement as he said that the nanny had somehow ripped through the plastic of the box and escaped her brown, cardboard prison.  “I certainly hope she isn’t that crude with her users” he said quietly to himself.  Reaching into the large brown box he retrieved a plastic bag containing a complicated looking remote, some wires, and a manual. 

 

Ripping the plastic open he realized that the remote had a small display and ports on it allowing it to be plugged into the robot for calibration.  He opened the manual and was blown away by how incredibly intricate the bot’s programming actually was. Inside the manual was a long list of things that were able to be precisely calibrated, ranging from whether the automaton served as a nanny, mother (or mommy), mistress, girlfriend, dominatrix, and it could even play the role of baby sister or just plain baby.  Not only were there various roles to choose from, but there were options on how to calibrate the extremes to which the nanny played out its roles, from being exceptionally strict and maintaining incredible lengths of bondage (Scott could already see several buttons of his that he could calibrate the robot to push) as well as whether the nanny saw the subject she was interacting with as an adult baby, an actual oversized baby, the gender that the nanny was to see the subject as, and the relative things the subject was comfortable with as well as a safeword.  

 

Scott saw that he could calibrate the robot to use a variety of bondage items and that the robot even had several options on putting certain attributes to change, such as having the robot learn through trial and error what caused the subject the most amount of pain or pleasure (or both at the same time) as well as probabilities as to what it would do.  Such as whether it would treat the subject a certain gender, age, or to a level of bondage on a particular day.  Scott could program the robot to interact with him on a certain schedule (i.e. 3:00 snack time, 5:00 P.M. naptime).  And to his surprise and sheer delight the robot was able to breastfeed the subject and lase the milk with various chemicals that would make the subject sleepy, incontinent, and even cause moderate to extreme muscle weakness reducing the mobility and control of the subject’s body to the robot’s mercy.  In addition to all those settings, there were a few much more intimate settings available that were possible with the bot.  These settings however, Scott decided to experiment perhaps after he had fully experienced the nanny bot’s ability to take care of him as an infant.

 

Scott grew more and more in excitement as he read through the intricate possibilities in programming this bot into the perfect caretaker, he looked down at his diaper and blushed as he saw his excitement was quite visible to anyone that might have seen him at that moment.  But nobody can see you, or even know this is happening right now, he thought to himself, nobody, except…  mommy.  He glanced over at the robot still standing in the main hall, her back to Scott as he stared at the closed basement door.  Scott smiled to himself, perhaps he wouldn’t go as slowly as he had originally planned.  After all, he had all the time in the world.  Might as well try out what the nanny bot could do.  He walked over to the nanny bot and inserted the wires that had come with the manual and remote into a panel in the small of the nanny’s back. 

 

The logo of a baby bunny grinning around a pacifier with its eyes closed in glee briefly appeared on the screen of the remote as the device registered being connected with the nanny bot.  He decided that he’d start with the nanny bot setting, scrolling through the various calibrations he decided that the nanny bot would know that he was an adult baby but would treat him and interact with him as if he were a normal baby.  In addition to that she would perform various unannounced diaper checks, have feeding times at 8 A.M. 12 P.M. and 5 P.M.  Nap Times would be between 11 A.M.-12 P.M. and 3 P.M. to 4 P.M.  Before naptime there would be bottle/breast feedings with a 10% probability of there being breastfeeding.  If there was a bottle feeding, a small dosage of a sleep drug would be administered into the bottle.  If there was breastfeeding, a significantly stronger dose of a sleeping drug would be mixed in the mixture.  Within all feedings there would be moderate doses of diuretics.  He decided to hold back on the muscle relaxants just in case he decided he wanted to have full control of his body.

 

He came across an option that dictated her intelligence, he thought a moment before selecting the option that allowed her to have the full intellect of a person.  Next, he went through various clothing options.  Seeing how the boxes were stocked with a large assortment of baby furniture and baby clothes, he saw fit to program them into the nanny bot as well.  He selected the option of being changed out of his diapers in the morning, after lunch, and before bedtime into much thicker, nighttime diapers.  He left a few settings on the default nanny settings, such as her interactions with him when playing with him and allowing him to watch TV and the like.   He then came to the category of settings called, ”Bondage, Restriction, and Punishment.”  Scott grinned, this is where the fun would start.

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[abdl_lucy 40]

can't wait for the wetting and messing to start!

[HoratioHusky 57]

Chapter 5

 

Scrolling through the options for the naughtier settings Scott squirmed and pressed a paw to the front of his still wet diaper.  Whoever had programmed the nanny bot really knew what audience he was creating the product for.  Everything Scott could possibly imagine was listed in the settings panel, from locking plastic panties, to sissification, cock cages, butt plugs, mittens and booties, straight jackets, locking onesies and pajamas, and a few other things that Scott didn’t even know existed such as punishment for using one’s diaper without asking permission or help from the nanny, as well as forcing the subject to “pleasure” the bot itself.  Scott’s head whirled with possibilities.  He decided that he’d leave these settings for later and first allow himself to simply be pampered as the proper baby he was.  

 

Completing the settings, he clicked confirm, detached the remote from the bot’s back, and clicked the activate button once again.  For the first time the nanny bot moved from her previous motionless position.  She turned around and smiled at Scott, standing just a little bit taller than he did (as he requested when designing her) she walked over to him and cupped his chin in her paw, her motions impressively fluid and natural.  “And what’s your name, little one?” she asked, her voice warm, an incredible sense of motherly tenderness emanating from her posture and tone.  “Scotty” he replied, smiling shyly at her.  She smiled at him, the warmth of her facial expression perfectly proportional across her entire face, Scott marveled at how incredibly life-like she looked.  If he hadn’t known she was a robot and that he had just removed several wires from a metallic panel in her back, he would have sworn she was a real person.

 

“What a cute name for such a cute, little baby leopard.” she said, she glanced down and extended a paw downwards towards the leopard’s soaked diaper.  Instinctively he moved away, the nanny looked up and saw that the leopard looked a little bit uncomfortable, after all, it must have been very difficult to be completely comfortable sharing such an intimate secret with another person, even if that person was synthetic.  Taking the leopard’s paws in her own, Scott looked up into her calm, brown eyes, and her loving facial expression.  “It’s okay baby” she said in a soft, reassuring tone, “Babies wet their diapers sometimes, it’s only natural. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”  This time when she extended her paw to slide it underneath the plastic leak protection in his diaper, Scott did not withdraw.  A deep sense of calm, yet melancholy swept over him.  And with a sob, he allowed himself to be caught up in the rabbit's warm, loving embrace.

 

The nanny knew exactly what was going on, as expected, revealing one of one’s deepest desires to another person, even synthetic, was a little too emotionally overwhelming even for someone as talented and hardworking as Scott.  She patted his padded bottom reassuringly as she lifted him up and cradled him in her arms, lifting him up as if he weighed no more than an actual infant.  “It’s okay, little one, I’m here to take care of you” she whispered in his ears.  Scott sniffled as he pushed his muzzle into the rabbit’s soft chest fur.  He couldn’t believe himself, he was crying like an actual baby.  But at the same time, an enormous wave of relief and calmness swept over him as he felt just like a child again, cradled in his mother’s arms as he fussed.  After he had cried himself out to the rabbit’s soft humming noise, Scott found that he was actually quite tired.  

 

He looked up at the rabbit and yawned, unable to contain it.  “Awww, looks like our little one has tired himself out a bit” then the rabbit announced, her motherly tone covering Scott like a warm, fuzzy blanket.  He closed his eyes, and felt the rabbit’s warmth and heartbeat as she carried upstairs into his room.  She laid him down gently into his bed and tucked him in.  Gently caressing his head, she kissed him on the forehead.  Just before she shut the door, she turned off the lights and quietly whispered, “Goodnight sweetie.”  That was the last thing Scott remembered as he faded into a deep, and exhausted slumber.  Scott, at that moment, felt a feeling of incredible content that he hadn’t felt since he’d been an actual child, getting tucked in by his mother at his old home.  Scott, engineer and tech at Sky-TECH industries, felt loved.

[HoratioHusky 57]

Chapter 6

 

    Scott woke up drowsily, he felt incredibly warm and comfortable.  The covers covered him perfectly, and he felt incredibly secure in his pajamas and diaper.  “Wait a minute” the leopard thought as he frowned, still not opening his eyes, “I’m pretty sure I wasn’t wearing pajamas last night.”  He then realized that there was something round, and smooth in his mouth. “I’m also pretty sure I didn’t fall asleep with my bottle either.”  Then he remembered what had occurred just before he fell asleep the previous day, and he finally opened his eyes.  As his eyes readjusted and focused, he saw a row of horizontal bars in front of him.  Lifting his head, he saw that the bars in fact were not horizontal but vertical; he was in a huge, white crib..  He looked under the covers and found to his surprise that he was clad in a purple, flannel footed sleeper.  He reached up to touch whatever was in his mouth and found that it was a large, adult pacifier, which was attached to a strip of cloth clipped to the front of his footed sleeper.  Moving his legs he found that he was still wearing the diaper he had been clad in yesterday, except it was much, much thicker and still very damp.  He realized he must have wet it as he had slept through the night.  

 

    The memories from the previous evening came flooding back as he remembered how he had cried into the nanny’s arms and how intimately she had assured him and gently put him to bed.  He marveled at the incredible empathetic care the bot was able to exhibit.  It truly was the emotional intelligence of a person.  He pushed the covers off of him and looked around his room.  The pacifier fell from his mouth and bounced off his torso, thankfully being suspended against his chest by the clip, as he saw that his room had been housed to perfectly accommodate your average adult baby.  The room was painted to look like a cheerful, clouded sky, with incredible detail.  Huge cumulonimbus clouds floated across intricately detailed green fields filled with bright summer flowers and grasses.  The room looked as if it was taken from one of the many animated, japanese movies that Scott had watched in his childhood.  Straight from Howel’s Flying Castle, he thought to himself.  

 

A large changing table caught his attention, the table was stocked full with baby powder, baby wipes, baby oil, and all sorts of diapers.  Trainers, night-time diapers, infant diapers, play-time diapers, diapers with little baby furries on them, and to his surprise, lockable diapers, and locking panties.  Below the table Scott was also able to see an intricate array of restraining straps that could be pulled on top to completely incapacitate anyone on the table, in addition to leg cups and straps that could be attached to the ceiling.  In another corner of the room a huge toy chest with lego sets, plushies, and baby teething toys piling out of it.  Scott saw to his surprise that a stuffed, black wolf with wings perched atop the pile of toys.  It was an exact copy of his favorite stuffed animal that he had lost in London when he was 3 on a family vacation.  How on earth had it ended up here? 

 

In another corner a baby bouncer hung from the ceiling, to his astonishment he saw that it had been installed with the ability to add a straightjacket component that he hadn’t noticed when he ordered it online.  Besides a large, red, fluffy and circular carpet on the floor, the only other object of notice was a large, brown closet.  Scott could only imagine what other surprises were contained there.  Scott stood up in his crib, to his surprise the height of the bars went three feet above his head, leaving little room for him to be able to get out of the crib.  He gripped the bars and tried moving them, they wouldn’t budge.  Looking down, he saw the locking mechanism keeping the bars in place.  Reaching through the bars he unclasped it, and slowly lowered the bars down to the floor until he was able to get out of the crib.  Smiling to himself he decided to land on his padded rear, just like a real baby getting out of the crib without permission would do.  The wet padding pressed up against his bottom as he landed on it, making him feel especially kiddish.  Getting up from the floor, he walked over to the door to his room and opened it.  

 

A delicious smell hit his sensitive nostrils, as he padded downstairs, walking into the kitchen he was confronted with a large, adult-sized high chair and the nanny, with her back turned, flipping pancakes at the stove.  Scott was very surprised by the sight, not only had he remembered that he hadn’t calibrated the nanny bot to cook but he also hadn’t ordered the adult sized high chair, he remembered specifically that that was one of the things he wasn’t able to afford just yet.  Hearing his paws tapping against the kitchen floor, the nanny turned around and smiled sweetly at him.  “Now look who woke up and already escaped his crib!  I really ought to make that thing more secure, shouldn’t I?” She padded over to him and enveloped him in a warm embrace, kissing his forehead gently, much to his subsequent blushing.  “Want some breakfast, puffy pants?” She inquired, as she glanced at the very prominent bulge in his pants.  Scott smiled sheepishly, ”Yes please” he replied sheepishly.  Popping the pacifier in his mouth which Scott instinctively began sucking on, the nanny lifted him up effortlessly and brought him over to the highchair.  His feet dangled several feet above the ground as she pulled the straps onto Scott, locking them in place snuggly and clicking the feeding tray in place.  

 

She walked back over to the stove and began pouring maple syrup on the pancakes she had prepared.  Walking over with a knife and fork, she cut up the pieces into small chunks, speared one on a fork, and turned her attention back to Scott.  “Open wide!” she said sweetly, to which Scott obliged, and she steadily began to feed him with little bites of sweet, syrupy blueberry pancakes.  Scott happily chewed the delicious pancakes as syrup and blueberry juice gathered on the corners of his mouth and whiskers.  The rabbit smiled and said, “Aren’t we a happy little kitty today, looks like we’re a bit of a messy one to boot!” Taking the bottom of her apron she lovingly wiped away the syrup from his muzzle, causing his blush to return once more.  Turning around she disappeared into the living room and quickly returned with a large bib, on the bib was the company logo for the nanny bot, a smiling baby bunny with a pacifier in its mouth and eyes closed in glee.  Reaching around Scott’s neck she placed the bib on him and returned to feeding him little pieces of a delicious breakfast. 

 

When he had finished all of his pancakes, the rabbit placed a large, adult-sized sippy cup on Scott’s feeding tray.  “Drink up sweetie, this’ll help the num-nums go down easier!”  Scott obediently began to suckle on the sippy cup.  He wondered how the rabbit knew that blueberry pancakes were his favorite breakfast food?  Not to mention his absolute love for cranberry juice, which he found to his delight was what the sippy cup contained.  As the rabbit tidied up the kitchen and left the room.  Scott let his mind wander with bliss.  This. Felt. Amazing.  His dreams and fantasies had come true!  Scott was being treated like a helpless, cute, little baby by an adoring and wonderful caretaker.  As Scott finished the sippy cup, he set it down on the tray and attempted to slide the tray out from the high chair.  It wouldn’t budge, he looked at it from several angles, craning his neck in order to try and see how it detached from the chair.  He looked down at the straps holding him in place, and attempted to release them.  For some reason, the release button didn't work at all.  As if on cue, Scott began to feel a rather unfamiliar pressure in his stomach.  His mind racing, he realized what the rabbit had meant when she commented on the ‘num nums’ going down easier.  

 

The first cramp hit Scott suddenly, he strained his torso but couldn’t hold it in.  Releasing a loud fart he felt his stomach gurgle as the pressure on his bowels suddenly grew urgent.  Scott clutched his stomach, but before he knew it he was leaning forward and raising his tail skywards.  Unable to control himself a warm, mushy mess erupted into the seat of his already soaked diapers.  The restraints held him fast in place, his backside was pressed firmly against his diaper and the seat of the chair, forcing the mess against his bottom.  With another cramp he continued filling his diaper, the mess spreading into the front of the diaper and throughout the seat of the diaper.  At last with one final cramp and release, Scott finished filling his diapers, as he additionally wet again into the already soaked padding, Scott panted with exhaustion.  Whatever the rabbit had put in his pancakes and drink had completely incapacitated Scott and left him no choice but to release the contents of his bowels into his waiting diaper.  As if one cue, the rabbit came back into the kitchen, she lifted her nose and crinkled it slightly,”Uh-oh” she said, as she smiled knowingly over the bridge of her nose at the now violently blushing Scott “Looks like somebody left me a little surprise in their diapers!”

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Chapter 7

 

    With apparent ease the rabbit unlocked the feeding tray and undid the straps with a click.  Lifting Scott she placed his messy behind on her hip with one arm around his bottom and began her way up the stairs to his room.  Scott tried his best not to move so as to not spread the mess further, but found it was futile.  Having been securely strapped in the high chair he had little room to lift his bottom from the mess in his diapers, and he was thoroughly covered in his own didies.  Walking into his room the rabbit placed his dirty bottom, to his dismay, on the rug and told him to stay there.  Turning her back on him she opened the closet just wide-enough to take out a blue t-shirt with the baby company logo on the front, a pair of plastic pants, and a jar of mysterious pills.  Scott strained his neck but couldn’t see any of the contents inside the brown closet besides that which she retrieved.

 

    She turned around, lifted him up once more and placed him on the changing table.  Lifting one of the many straps she placed it over his chest and fastened it.  Placing a paw on the front of his diaper, causing him to feel giddy with excitement and vulnerability, she began to unbutton the footed sleeper he was in and removed it.  The sleeper had been doing a decent job holding the smell in but now that it had been removed the room was quickly filled with the scent of the contents of Scott’s padding.  “P.U.!” the rabbit exclaimed in mock disgust, as she held her nose closed dramatically.  Scott blushed, but she smiled reassuringly, “Not to worry! We’ll get you in nice, clean diapers quickly enough.”  With expert movements she untaped his diaper and began to gently wipe his various sensitive areas with baby wipes.  Scott moaned with pleasure as his content grew and announced itself.  Paying no heed to the leopard’s obvious pleasure the rabbit finished wiping up the mess off of the panther and threw away the wipes and messy diaper into a diaper pail adjacent to the changing table.  

 

    She reached down under the table and rose up holding a thick, play-time diaper in her paws.  With the other paw she grabbed some of the baby lotion and powder, setting to work on the leopard, rubbing the cream on his diaper area and powdering the places afterwards.  Expertly she unfolded the diaper and gently prompted the leopard to lift his bottom, to which he obliged in response.  Suddenly, Scott felt the leopard slide her hand between his buttocks and swiftly tuck what must have been a pill into his bottom.  He jumped and yelped softly but the rabbit gently scratched him on the stomach to quickly reassure him, “Good boy, that wasn’t so bad was it?” The leopard was a little surprised at how quickly she had administered the suppository, and he didn’t get a chance to protest because the rabbit began sliding the diaper underneath Scott’s furry bottom soon after.  She lifted up the front and tightly taped it together, pressing down on the landing zone to make sure he was comfortable.  Grabbing the pair of plastic pants she slipped them on as well and clicked them into place.  She then undid the strap across the leopard’s chest and helped him into the t-shirt,”One arm at a time, little kitten of mine,” she rhymed to him softly, as she pulled the shirt onto him and transferred the pacifier and clip from the sleeper to his t-shirt.  Scott beamed at her through his pacifier, she had done what would have probably taken Scott an hour in under five minutes.  She had expertly cleaned up him and put him into a fresh new diaper without the slightest hitch.  Although feeling quite comfortable and refreshed he couldn’t help but squirm slightly, feeling the medicine beginning to set to work.

 

    “All better?” she asked, picking him up in a loving embrace and standing him up on the ground.  He nodded, replying through his pacifier, ”Fank wew mommy”, and then blushing a deep shade of crimson as he realized how incredibly babyish he must have sounded speaking through it.  The rabbit laughed openly, something she had done for the first time since he had switched her on.  Scott stared at her in awe as a beautiful laugh escaped her lips, like sunshine cascading between the leaves of a tree.  The rabbit was a gorgeous thing, a being of such grace, love, and kindness that Scott had never encountered before in his life.  She smiled at him warmly, and offered her paw to him, “Come on now my little crinkle butt, I’ll read you a story.”  Scott grasped her paw and she gently led him over to a rocking chair next to the crib, one that he hadn’t noticed before.  Picking up a book from a pile next to the chair, she cradled Scott in her arms and opened up a copy of Roald Dahl’s Fantastic Mr. Fox.  Since the author was a fox himself, Scott had always admired as a child how Roald Dahl had captured the mischievousness and craftiness of the fox perfectly in the children’s book.  Settling down, he allowed his mind to doze as the rabbit read through the book, stopping to show him all the illustrations in the book as well. 

 

    As she concluded a chapter, leaving Mr. Fox, plotting on how to feed all his animal friends, the rabbit looked down at the snow leopard, who lay softly dozing in her arms, contently suckling on his pacifier.  Oh how adorable he looked, she thought to herself, her child was incredible darling, how lucky she was to get such a cutie to take care of.  Setting the book aside, she began to unbutton the buttons at the collar of her dress down to her breasts.  Revealing one of her breasts, she gently removed Scott’s pacifier and replaced it with her right nipple.  The leopard opened his eyes in slight surprise and tensed up apprehensively, but as he saw the rabbit’s reassuring smile and warmth emanating from her eyes, he relaxed once more and began to feed on the rabbit’s milk.  It was sweet, warm, and incredibly comforting.  Scott began to relax deeply, a warmth spread across the front of his diaper as he began to wet himself uncontrollably, a fact that he would have paid more attention to had he not been enamored with the milk flowing across his tongue, down his throat and settling comfortably into his stomach. .  His mind, however, was too preoccupied with the delicious nectar he was suckling from the rabbit’s breast.  Scott drank and dozed, as the rabbit closed her own eyes and sighed quietly.  After a few minutes of feeding, Scott finally drifted off to a content slumber.  For years after that moment, Scott would never remember feeling more safe and loved, than in the loving arms of the rabbit.

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Chapter 8

 

    When Scott awoke, he was lying on his back and covered in a soft, baby blue, fleece blanket, still dressed in the t-shirt, and a now much more used diaper.  He raised his head up from his pillow and looked around.  He was laying in the den, except where previously there had only been beanbags and a large, cushy couch, there were now also a few dozen plushies of various sizes.  Scott sat up and gaped in wonder, the stuffed animals ranged from the size of a domestic house cat to almost larger than him.  Oversized feral teddy bears, small feral tigers, life-sized baby feral sea lions, the works.  “How did the rabbit get all this?” Scott wondered.  Throwing the blanket off of himself he got up and padded over to one of the stuffed animals.  It was a grey wolf, about half the size of an actual feral wolf, with its tongue stuck out in a goofy expression on its muzzle.  It sat, legs splayed out in all directions like a ragdoll.  Sitting down in front of the large plushie he picked it up, bringing its face close to his.  And to his incredible shock the stuffed animal craned its neck forward and licked his nose with its soft tongue.  Scott yelled in alarm and dropped the plushie, scrambling backwards.  

 

    The stuffie plopped down, and to his amazement began panting.  “It’s carbon-fiber based organic!”  A sweet voice rang from above.  Scott turned around to see the rabbit standing on the top step of the stairs, smiling down at him.  Scott looked back at the where the plushie lay, its mouth open and still panting.  “It can’t be” Scott’s thoughts whirled, “Did she find these somewhere and bring them here?  Did she get access to blueprints?” Scott’s eyes widened as a realization came to him, “Did she read the blueprints I had designed in my garage?”  Scott’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt a rush of air on the top of his bottom, turning around he saw that the rabbit was checking the state of his padding.  Shushing quietly under her breath, she placed a reassuring paw on his stomach and scratched softly. Relaxing, he allowed her to peek under the back strap of his diaper and run a finger underneath the front lining of his diaper.

 

    “A little wet, but I think your padding can survive a little bit more punishment.”  She lifted a finger to his nose and lightly tapped it, exclaiming as she did, ”Boop!”  Scott felt his face turning red as he smiled, the rabbit had somehow figured out the perfect language to speak to him with to make him feel incredibly infantile.  Standing up she leaned over and gently picked him up off of the ground, balancing his padded tush against her hip.  “How about we fix you something yummy to eat, hmm?”  Scott nodded and wrapped his arms around the rabbit, his mind, however, still wondering on how on earth she had figured out how to install the neural response mechanisms he had designed on paper into actual stuffed animals.  Did the other ones have the same treatment done to them as well? And how on earth was the stuffed wolf able to have no interior infrastructure to support it?  

 

    His thoughts once again were interrupted as the smell of pasta met his nostrils.  His ears perked up as he looked towards the stove, where he saw his favorite childhood meal was being prepared.  The rabbit had really outdone herself, she had breaded chicken, prepared homemade pasta, and even put together a homemade tomato sauce.  Scott saw all the ingredients strewn around the kitchen, still waiting to be put away.  His stomach gurgled as he realized that breakfast had only been a few pancakes and some cranberry juice.  The rabbit placed him once again into the high chair and strapped him snuggly in, locked in the feeding tray, and tied another oversized bib around his neck.  His mouth watered as she then began to pour out the water from the pasta and mix in the sauce.  A few minutes later, she was cutting up the chicken parmesan dish into little pieces, “Here comes the airplane!” the rabbit announced proudly, Scott opened his mouth obligingly and allowed the rabbit to spoon feed him pieces of noodles and chicken.  It tasted phenomenal, remarkably close to the same dish that his mother had prepared for him on special occasions. 

 

    “Who’s my good little baby, you ate up all the yummy noodles!” The rabbit cooed at him as she gently wiped down his face from all the excess sauce that had gotten there, for the leopard had made zero effort to eat with the proper etiquette of an adult. He had instead adapted the messier traits of an infant being fed.  She turned around and placed another sippy cup fill with cranberry juice on his feeding chair.  He looked at it warily, then looked up at the rabbit, who understood his line of thought and laughed, which again washed over Scott with the power of crashing waves on a seashore.  “Don’t worry sweetie, this one doesn’t have anything in it that’ll make you feel uncomfortable, come on drink it for mommy little one.”  Scott hesitantly picked up the sippy cup and drank, while the rabbit put away all the dishes and ingredients from her cooking.  Within a few minutes he had sucked the sippy cup dry, and was feeling especially content.  With a full stomach, and the bitter sweet taste of cranberry juice on his tongue, the leopard was on cloud nine.  He felt a slight pressure on his bladder and decided to simply release, a soft hissing sound was heard in the room as he flooded his diapers, the warmth spreading through the entirety of his padding as the remaining absorbent material soaked up his accident. 

 

    Scott moved his waist backwards and forwards, enjoying the restrictions and pressure that the straps holding him in the highchair provided as he was reminded by his thick, wet diaper of the infantile state he was in.  The rabbit finished cleaning up and walked over to the high chair, unlocking and unstrapping the leopard, praising him for finishing the sippy cup just like she asked.  Sliding a finger into the front lining of his diaper the leopard once again experienced a feeling of incredible vulnerability and dependence as the rabbit assessed the condition of his padding.  “Looks like somebody has soaked his pants” the rabbit mused to the both of them, as she began to carry up the stairs and into his bedroom.  

 

As she lay him down on the changing table and fastened the protective strap across his chest, Scott’s mind wandered over to what else might lay in the mysterious, brown wardrobe as he watched her rummaging around in it.  “Not only that” Scott continued to wander, “There've been quite a few unexplained things that the rabbit has done, although all of them have been pleasant surprises.”  Scott decided that it was time he did a little bit more research on his loving caretaker.  As she finished diapering him up and changing him into a t-shirt, this time with a diapered wolf pup resting on a crescent moon, he reached up a paw and opened the panel on the rabbit’s back.  As it popped open, appearing as if out of nowhere from the seamless back, the rabbit froze, and then readjusted herself to the same position that she had been when Scott had first seen her out of the box.  Her paws cupped in front of her, a pleasant, motherly expression on her face.  Stalk still, yet incredibly lifelike.

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Chapter 9

 

    Scott unstrapped himself from the changing table and exited his room, padding down the stairs to fetch the manual and the rabbit’s remote.  Before he settled down to read through the manual a bit more thoroughly, he decided that he needed a refreshment as well.  Padding into the kitchen, he opened a cabinet to take out a sippy cup to find that there was already one in there, full to the brim with juice. “Funny” he thought to himself as he exited the kitchen, cup in paw, “It’s as if she had known that I’d be wanting to have something to drink.”  Grabbing the manual, he settled down comfortably on his living room couch and began to peruse through the chapter regarding intelligence.  Apparently, Scott had set the robot at one of the higher settings, a normal person’s intelligence, meaning that it would copy the various living habits as well as learn and even improve the things that the owner knew and did.  “That must explain why she had figured out how to properly assemble the carbon-fiber based neuron system!”  Scott realized.  The reason why the plushies had moved was that she improved the system, implementing not only the ability for the plushie to have a sensory system, but she even implemented thin, flexible carbon-fiber muscles allowing it some limited movement.  Yet Scott still couldn’t figure out where she had found the material to carry out a complicated procedure.  “And all just to make some plushies for me that will respond to stimuli?” Scott shook his head, whoever had created the rabbit must have used the most modern AI system known to anthro-kind.

 

    Scott continued reading and he began to understand why the rabbit had so incredibly accurately understood who he was and his history.  She had explored the entirety of his house, computer, and information online right after she had escaped the box, having finished, she returned to her off position, ready for a command.  “But that still doesn’t explain how she had known I love chicken parmesan,” he said aloud.  Could that pass for pure chance perhaps?  After all, he had all the ingredients in his pantry and fridge already.  He shook his head, grinning.  It didn’t matter, she was perfect, an entity that completely understood him with a level of empathy and intelligence that might have even surpassed his own.  He looked down at the fresh diaper that she had lovingly changed him into.  “Perhaps it’s time I up the experience a little bit.” he mused to himself, as he turned to the chapter covering bondage, restriction, and punishment.  His insides squirmed as he felt his excitement building in his padding.  As he read through the pages, he saw just how incredibly detailed one could attune the rabbit to compliment his naughtier desires. 

 

The rabbit could be put in several generic modes that branched off into more specific categories, such as whether the individual preferred not to have certain orifices penetrated or did not wish to be forced to perform certain tasks, or experience certain amounts of pain.  A safeword function was also installed which could also be turned off, at the expense that the subject would not experience intermediate to extreme pain.  The rabbit also had a setting that grabbed the leopard’s attention.  It would allow Scott to set forth a few basic boundaries on what he found pleasurable and did not, while allowing the rabbit to continuously surprise him and keep him on edge “in more ways than one” he read.  He looked away from the manual, and at the remote.  Grinning, he returned his attention back to the manual.  He continued to read for another hour about the specifics of the AI coding in the rabbit as he slowly made his way through the sippy-cup full of juice.  Suddenly out of nowhere a cramp hit his stomach and he doubled over, clutching his stomach, manual and near-empty sippy cup falling to the floor.  “The juice was spiked!” was the last thought that entered into mind before his behind erupted in a chorus of gas and bowel emission.  The entire process took control of his body and he couldn’t even move in an attempt to raise his backside off of the back of the couch.  The mess thundered into the seat of his diaper and spread to the front as he released his bladder as well.  The warmth of the deed he had done was considerable, as Scott got up from the couch and assessed the damage.  

 

Whatever the rabbit had put in the drink must have triggered his bowels to a considerable length because his previously fresh padding was now thoroughly messed up.  Feeling especially childish he began to rub the mess against himself, beginning to enjoy the sensation of having dirtied his thick underpants he glanced back at the manual.  He had just figured out the setting that he was going to adjust the rabbit to.  The recent surprises had made the entire experience much more alluring to Scott.  Grabbing the remote and necessary wires, Scott waddled back up to his room and began installing the modifications he had decided on.  He would keep the progress that the rabbit had gone through in the past day or so, but he had decided on adding the AI component of bondage and punishment.  The bot would adhere to a process of progressive restraint and forced regression, each time Scott disobeyed the rabbit in any way, he would be punished.  His privileges and freedoms would become more and more restricted until, before he knew it, he would be at the complete mercy and dependence of the rabbit.  Leopard’s pleasure arose as he worked away at the rabbit, he could hardly contain himself at the endless possibilities and fantasies that the rabbit could help turn true.

 

With one last press of a button, Scott unhooked the wires from the back of the rabbit and closed the hatch, pressing the activation button hastily.  He wanted the experience to begin as soon as possible.   The rabbit unfroze, looked down at the changing table in surprise, and then turned around to see Scott looking back at her sheepishly. “Get your diaperbutt back on the changing table this instant” she said to him, not unkindly, as she lifted him up with ease back onto the changing table, tapping his nose affectionately.  “We’d better make sure you don’t get into any more trouble, shouldn’t we?”  Scott’s anticipation and excitement elevated as she strapped him back into the changing table.  His heart beat as this time, she grasped his wrists and raised them above his head, retrieving the wrist straps from under the table and fastening his arms into them.  Placing one paw one his diapered front she bent down to retrieve something from a shelf on the changing table.  Instead of a new diaper she arose with a pair of plastic pants, this slightly surprised Scott, he had expected the rabbit to change him into a fresh new diaper.

 

Patting his messy padded bottom she prompted him to raise his legs.  He did so reluctantly, as she slid the plastic pants up his lefts and fastened them on him.  Producing a thin chain complete with lock and key she expertly threaded the chain through the holes in the plastic pants and locked them tightly.  Scott squirmed in discomfort, “There” the rabbit announced, “That should keep you nice and secure.”  Her eyes now had a slight twinkle of mischief mixed in with the motherly kindness she continued to radiate around her.  “Now then, perhaps an update to the wardrobe.” Unable to move, Scott watched as she walked over to the brown wardrobe and withdrew a baby blue onesie, a pair of mittens, and a pacifier with a strap.  Scott realized that what had thought would be a gradual process was speeding up rather quickly.  He felt incredibly vulnerable, strapped to a changing table wearing an already well-used diaper, completely unable to do anything about his situation.  He strained his wrists against the straps to no avail.  

 

The rabbit walked back over to him and began to dress him in his new attire.  Muffling his protests with the pacifier she fastened on him and tapped him on the nose, “No fussing now!” she remarked, as she tugged and locked the mittens on his hands.  Finally she unstrapped him from the table and stood him on the ground.  “Raise your arms now”, Scott obeyed, and the rabbit slid the onesie onto him and buttoned up the seams on the bottom.  Scott stood there, the smiling rabbit sucking on a pacifier on his onesie contrasting with the blushing leopard as he realized he had by incapacitated by his caretaker.  “If you behave, I will change you in a few hours.  For now, let’s go meet our new friends in the basement, shall we?”  Scott gulped.  “Have I bitten off more than I can chew?” he thought to himself, as the rabbit added a finishing touch to his outfit, placing a baby harness on his torso, and leading him by his leash downstairs.

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Chapter 10

 

    Scott padded down after the rabbit down the stairs, each step reminding him of the still warm, mushy contents of his padding.  He could feel the absorbent material in his diaper rubbing up against him as with every step the mess in his pants spread further.  There was nothing he could do about it.  He reached down a paw to the front of his diaper and tried grasping it, but the mittens completely prevented him from getting a hold on anything.  As they reached the bottom of the basement stairs, Scott looked around at the stuffed animals still strewn across the floor.  The leopard realized that a pressure had slowly been building up in his bladder which he’d ignored for the past few minutes.  He crossed his legs and attempted to hold it in.  The rabbit immediately picked up on this, and turned around, smiling.  “Now there child,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness, “Use your diddies like a good baby.”  She took his mittened paws in hers and guiding them away from the front of his diaper she led him over to a large, stuffed teddy bear almost twice the size of Scott.  “Teddy, why don’t you help Scott here use his padding like a good baby?”  

 

As if shocked by a jolt of electricity the stuffed teddy bear sat up, bent forward and grabbed Scott with its front paws.   The leopard’s yells were muffled by his pacifier as the teddy bear drew the leopard into a tight hug, sliding one his giant paws down and beginning to gently rub the leopard’s stomach while applying pressure.  At that point, the leopard could no longer hold his own and began to uncontrollably wet his diaper.  He felt it expand as the already messy diaper received a new addition.  He was surprised by it’s incredible absorbency, his legs were now separated by several inches due to the thick padding.  He looked up at the giant teddy bear’s face, whose expression had not shifted.  Yet the bear emitted a certain degree of calming warmth, and Scott could hear deep vibrations in the plushie’s chest as if he were breathing.  Scott tried moving but the bear’s grip was firm.  He could feel the mess of his diaper pushing up against his bottom as Scott realized within a matter of less than ten minutes he had become completely incapacitated.  He shuddered with pleasure as he realized how incredibly helpless he was in his current predicament.  He looked back at the rabbit but found that she had disappeared.  The vibrations coming from the bear were soothing, and Scott found himself beginning to drift off.  He decided that there was no point struggling against the behemoth of a plushie, so he allowed himself to give way to slumber, suckling on the pacifier strapped in his mouth.  His mind drifted, and with the bear still humming, Scott fell sound asleep.

 

After what seemed like hours, Scott groggily opened his eyes.  The basement lights were off, or so he thought.  He tried moving but found that his arms were bound to what felt like a mattress.  Scott lifted his head, and in the dim light coming from outside his window Scott realized two things.  One, he was back in his room in his crib, and two, he was tightly strapped into a segufix that had been attached to his mattress from head to toe.  Scott’s heartbeat rose as he struggled against his bonds to no avail.  Wiggling his butt around Scott found to his relief that at least he had been changed into a fresh diaper while he slept, “Still, how the hell had she managed to do that whilst I slept?” Scott wondered to himself.  Feeling around Scott realized he had been put in a very thick, nighttime diaper.  He also realized that his stomach felt quite full, and his bottom felt a little bit sore.  “Uh-oh” Scott thought, “Had she fed him AND put a suppository in him?”  But Scott didn’t think for much longer as the pressure in his bowels and bladder suddenly began to build.  He writhed and wriggled in his restraints but he held him tightly in place as he realized what was going to happen.

 

A stream of urine began filling the front of his diaper as his bowels let loose a torrent into the seat of his diapers.  The smell immediately hit him as in bursts he began to soil his padding in true earnest.  He breathed heavily through the pacifier in his mouth as the mess in his diapers was pressed against his body, unable to escape the condition he was in, the leopard truly began to feel incredibly helpless.  Tears welled up in his eyes as his sore bottom let loose a final torrent in his thirsty padding.  He lay there, laying in his mess like a little baby.  Breathing heavily, tears streaming from his eyes, Scott’s emotions were a mess.  He felt like he was in a dream, although what he was experiencing was painful it turned him on immensely.  He could feel the passion in his diapers growing and he strained for release.  He began thrusting his waist forwards and backwards to no avail.  He was on the edge but still yet so far away.  Scott’s ears perked up as he heard the door open, turning his head he saw the rabbit standing in the hallway, holding something in her hand.

 

“I see my young one wasn’t able to hold it in during the night” she said coyly, gliding into the room.  Scott still couldn’t quite see what she held in her hand as the rabbit unlocked the crib and lowered the rails.  “I think that it’s time for a little punishment, don’t you think?”  Scott’s stomach dropped  as he strained to see what she held in her hand.  Something soft was pressed into the front of his wet diaper, which then began to buzz uncontrollably.  Scott threw his head back in anguish, the rabbit began to press the vibrator harder against his rock hard erection.  Scott began moaning into his pacifier as the rabbit teased him with the device, turning up the setting and then turning it down just as he thought he was going to release.  Scott strained against his bondage as the rabbit did as she pleased with the excited leopard.  Just as Scott was sure he was going to burst she removed the vibrator.  He pined incessantly but she only shushed him.  “Hush little one, it’s way past your bedtime.”  She withdrew, bringing up the bars of the crib again and locking them in place.  Leaving the room she turned around, and smiled at him from the side of her face.  “Tomorrow will be a beautiful new day, with plenty of time for you and me to play.”  And upon completing the nursery rhyme, she shut the door, leaving the exhausted and horny leopard in the dark.  He lay there, in his messy padding, straining against his restraints as he thought to himself how much of a baby he really was.

[MrNoobPee 5]

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Chapter 11

 

Scott awoke the next day to find the morning light shining through his window and onto the carpet in the middle of his room.  He tried to get up only to immediately become reminded of his predicament.  He was still tightly strapped in, laying in a very dirty diaper and unable to move.  He suckled nervously on the pacifier in his mouth, hoping the rabbit would come and rescue him soon.  He halfheartedly struggled against his restraints, but to no avail.  After what felt like an eternity the leopard heard the door open, and the rabbit softly padded in.  Cooing softly, she lowered the rail of the crib and began to unstrap him from his restraints.  She placed a paw on his diapered front and squeezed it gently, “My my, we are a messy one this morning, aren’t we?”  Lifting the leopard with the ease of a strongman she deposited him on the changing table and strapped his wrists and ankles in.  Scott wanted nothing but to be changed from the diaper he was in.  The rabbit went about her business grabbing a fresh diaper, baby powder, and baby oil.  Unbuttoning Scott’s sleeper she set to work cleaning him up, Scott felt relieved and incredibly pleased as he was freshly powdered and padded up into a clean, daytime diaper.  He arched his back slightly and moaned with pleasure into his pacifier.

 

The rabbit turned and walked over to the large closet, she leaned in and began removing several things from it.  Scott strained but couldn’t raise his head more than a few inches from the changing table as he was securely strapped in.  He felt a little apprehensive, he still had no idea what exactly was in that closet and what the rabbit had in store for him.  She’d kept him on the tip of his paws the entire time and Scott felt incredibly subject to her will.  Turning around, Scott saw that her arms seemed to be full of a large managery of straps and buckles, his mind racing he realized that she was carrying a baby blue colored straight jacket.  His eyes widened as she began to unstrap him from the changing table.  Gently humming to him she stood up on the floor, and swiftly and efficiently without giving Scott a chance to refute what was going to happen to him, she threw the straightjacket over his head and pulled it down, threading his arms into the sleeves.  Scott took a cautionary step back but the rabbit quickly spun him around and began pulling the straps tight behind his back as well as pulling under and tightly strapping the crotch strap, which to his surprise was about three inches wide.   Scott felt a pressure on his neck and before he knew it he realized that, “She put a collar on me?!” he thought in bewilderment.  He spat out the pacifier in his mouth and was just about to ask her what in the world she had in mind he found another pacifier unceremoniously stuffed in his mouth and kept in by a strap behind his head.  

 

Scott tried moving his arms and speaking, but his heart began to pound he found he was completely incapacitated.  Scott felt excited, scared, and at the rabbit’s mercy.  His excitement pushed against his diaper and the crotch strap as the rabbit attached a leash to his collar, and sweetly said, “Now come along dear, it’s time to get your day started!”  With little choice to do otherwise, the leopard walked agreeably behind the rabbit as she lead him down the stairs, the thick diaper between his legs pushing against him and causing him to waddle slightly.  She lead him into the kitchen and lifted him into his high chair, strapping him in tightly, which almost seemed redundant as the leopard was already quite well restrained.  He watched her as she prepared breakfast, softly singing to herself in an enchanting voice.  Scott squirmed with pleasure, he was completely at the rabbit’s mercy.  He hadn't realized how much he would enjoy such a feeling of helplessness.  He now saw that the rabbit quickly taken control of his entire life.  He wondered if he’d be able to get out of his predicament if he wanted.  However just as he began to worry, the rabbit had finished up breakfast and was undoing his pacifier restraint and putting a bib on him.  He opened his mouth and a few times, feeling a little bit sore, having spent the night suckling his dummy.  But quickly found a spoon with scrambled egg in it.  

 

He ate appreciatively, the rabbit really was an excellent cook.  After he had finished his eggs and bits of sausage, the rabbit began feeding him strawberry and banana yogurt, his personal favorite.  She wiped the yogurt from around his maw affectionately, Scott looked deep into her eyes, the maternal warmth that emanated from there was still very present, and he found himself feeling as if he was melting into a warm pool of love and affection.  He’d do anything the rabbit wanted, her pure intention and empathy towards him made him feel as if he was the most important person in her world.  He’d do anything to make her happy and proud of him.  She reached down a paw and slipped a finger into the lining of his diaper, and then padded the front of his diaper.  “Good boy, still dry.”  He grinned at her, happy to make her happy.  As she cleaned him up he once again inserted the strapped pacifier and secured it on him.  He squirmed with giddiness, breakfast had been really good.

 

Quickly the rabbit put away the dishes and breakfast items and began to unstrap him from the highchair.  She picked him and carried him into the living room.  Yet another surprise awaited him there.  The rabbit had taken it upon herself to unpack all of the boxes he had ordered, where she had hidden the contents he had no idea, but he saw that the living had been transformed into a play area for him.  The floor was covered in toys: stuffed animals, large legos, puzzles, dolls, cars, anything that a child could possibly want to play with.  And in the corner stood a large, industrial sized playpen.  Scott’s pacifier would have fallen out of his mouth if it hadn’t been strapped in in awe as he saw the behemoth in his living room.  He had seen on the shopping site that the thing was no joke, but seeing it put together in his living took his breath away.  

 

The playpen had several locking mechanisms and restraints within it, allowing various forms of incapacitation to be administered to the preferences of the bondage victim.   These included leg straps, arm straps, body straps, cuffs for the hands overhead, in the corner, and even below the individual.  There was an adjustable top that allowed the individual to be locked in.  The sides were made out of a carbon fiber mesh that while it was possible to see through, to tear through would require incredible strength.  The thing was built like a fortress.  To his excitement he found the rabbit heading straight for the playpen, lowering him into it he allowed her to place his ankles into some leg straps in the corner, limiting his mobility in the playpen.  He looked up at her as she raised the lockable roof over his head, and told him to be a good little boy as she worked around the house.  His tail raised and twitched in happy excitement behind his well padded bottom.  He’d do anything to make the rabbit happy.  She left him to his thoughts, he stayed there on his padded bottom and looked around.  He pulled against his restraints, enjoying the restriction of his movements.

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Chapter 12

 

He began indulging himself in babish thoughts, reminding himself that he was dressed up so silly little babies like him couldn’t be trusted by themselves.  They had to be properly secured to keep themselves safe from any trouble that they might get into.  His arms were at his sides and his ankles were secured for his own good, the rabbit had done it to him because she loved him so much.  He fell on his back and squirmed around in his diaper, his raging erection coming back with a feeling of deep satisfaction.  He was exactly where he belonged, well padded between his legs so his accidents were safely contained, the hugging jacket around him to remind him that the rabbit loved him very much, and his ankles anchored at the corner of his cage to keep him from moving.  After all, the rabbit had instructed him not to move around.  And he would do anything for the rabbit.  Especially being a good baby that uses his diapers and doesn’t use his body unless the rabbit allows him to.  And the rabbit had made the decision that he shouldn’t, and had even been so generous as to put him into bondage to make sure he felt nice and safe and loved. 

 

 Scott felt light-headed in his ecstasy, his struggles became weaker as he began to doze softly in the playpen, his arms tightly hugging around him and the ankle restraints bringing his legs together, pressing against the padding.  The straight jacket crotch strap pressed against his padded tightly, offering a pleasurable amount of resistance as Scott gently began moving his waist forwards and backwards, the cushy padding softly supporting his furry bottom and the strap offering pleasurable pressure on his male front.  He moaned happily and suckled on the pacifier in his mouth, taking comfort from all the things forced lovingly upon him.  Scott felt a pressure building in his bladder, he had drunk quite a lot during breakfast, something that he was sure the rabbit had done intentionally.  After all, she wanted to make sure that he used his diapers like a good baby, just like he was supposed to.  He allowed himself to let go, and a warmth began to grow on the front of his diaper, pressed against him by the crotch strap.  After he had thoroughly soaked his diaper, he squirmed around, enjoying the wet padding against him, keeping in his thoughts that he was a helpless, little, bondaged baby that really could do little else but use his diapers like a good boy.  He let out a sigh, and again allowed his mind to soak in the pool of ecstacy brought to him by the infantile predicament he was in. 

 

Soon however, he found himself experiencing another pressure, he smiled through his pacifier, and he closed his eyes.  He knew exactly what was going to happen next.  This time, however, he’d take a different approach, he breathed steadily, and relaxed completely.   Without exerting any movement or effort, he allowed the pressure to build on his diapered bottom, and when he felt it reach a tipping point, his relaxed muscles gave way, and he began to soil his diaper.  The mess pushed out of him as he made no attempt at all to hold it in.  He allowed his tushy to do the work for him, letting the mess escape him just like a real baby would, without a hint of restraint.  Why should he try not to mess his pants? That’s what his pants were for!  The rabbit had put them there for him exactly for this reason, to make sure that when he messed himself that they’d be there for him to catch his mess and keep it safe so the rabbit could clean him up easily.  He realized that quite a lot was coming out from his bottom, the mess was spreading through the seat of his pants as he allowed himself to thoroughly diddy in his padding.  

 

The warmth of him wetting and messing himself was pressed against him due to the strap running underneath him.  He squirmed around a little, shifting the mess and further pushing it against him.  He had, quite literally, uncontrollably messed in his diaper.  He had simply allowed the pressure in his stomach to give way into the waiting padding, and hadn’t bothered to hold in the urine in his bladder.  He’d used his diapers as they were intended, because the rabbit, his loving caretaker, would have wanted it that way.  Scott sat up slowly, allowing the weight of his torso to push down on his bottom.  He sat in own mess and suckled happily on his pacifier.  He sat, ankles strapped together and arms hugging reassuringly around him in his own dirty diapers, like a good little helpless baby.  Another stream of warm urine filled the front of his diaper, the thirsty padding waiting for him soaked it up, and expanded slightly, furthering the pressure of the crotch strap on his padded front.  

 

His mind was awash with infantile thoughts and sayings, filling the space between his ears with the pleasant sounds of the rabbit’s reassurances.  “It’s okay that you wet yourself, little babies can’t help it!  Mommy’s here to clean you up and put you into fresh new diapers, so that when you wet again they'll be there to take care of you! A little bit of mommy is always with you, your diapers are your Mommy’s care for you so that you stay nice and clean, and the straight jacket is to make sure that you always feel Mommy’s loving embrace around you.  The pacifier is to remind you that Mommy’s warm milk from her own baba will always be there for you to fill your tummy.  And the bonds on your legs are to make sure that you’ll never wander off away from Mommy, you’ll always be close to her and she’ll never leave you.  All put together and you always know that Mommy is always here, always ready to take care of you and keep you safe.” Scott leaned back and landed on his back with a cushioned thud, his eyes fluttered, and suddenly he fell fast asleep, the rabbit’s sweet voice still in his ears, telling him how much she loved him.