How lovely to walk through the park on a pretty summer day and chance upon DJHak and his adorable widdle puppy Awonewycub0 <3 Good thing Daddy’s got that diaper bag handy – from the look of things, pup may need a change.
It was such a strange sight, thought Remick, as he laid his eyes on the creature in front of him. It wasn’t just the fact that it was a living organism made up of some very in-organic components, it was the nature of those components that he had a hard time wrapping his head around. Well not exactly the nature of but the arrangement. In his mind he could at least imagine a pooltoy critter coming to life, or a plushy critter coming to life but…a diaper critter?
“Scree there, like wacha see?” came the teasing voice of the crinkly bat. “Wh-what, sorry I didn’t mean to stare,” the mouse stuttered. “I just…well…” “Never seen a suit like me before have you?” “N-no Mister um…” “Jasu, just Jasu.” “…Jasu.”
Even as he tried to maintain eye contact his eyes drifted down toward the tape adorning the seams that ran all over the living pampery suit. Just as he was starting to wonder just whether or not they were functional, the tapes that held the upper chest in place detached, letting the white frontal portion of the torso hang down openly. Remick’s immediate reaction was to flinch, and Jasu chuckled at the look on his face. “What’s the matter, scared of the inside?” “N-no I just…wasn’t sure if there was one.” “A diaper is meant to be worn after all, what good is a diaper critter if you can’t wear it? Why don’t you take a closer look, go on~” “O-okay…”
The mouse slowly walked over to the open flap, reaching one of his paws inside just to feel the hollow space. He happened to accidentally brush a few digits on one of the inner walls and noticed how soft and plush it was. The bat smiled as he felt the touch and one of his mitten-like hands pats the shy rodent on the head. “I know that sensation and expression, you wanna wear me don’t you?” “Wh-what? W-well it does feel really comfy…” “Just imagine that all over you~” “No joke, you’re really letting me inside?” “Weren’t you listening? I’m meant to be worn, but if you really don’t want t-” “I do!”
There was a moment of silence, the mouse blushing as the bat just grinned wider.
“I mean…it could be nice for a little while at least…” Remick muttered. Without further ado Jasu was tugging the rest of his frontal tapes open to allow a nice and easy opening to step into. Slowly the mouse stepped backwards into the suit, shivering as his foot paws touched the bottom of the crinky legs into plush lining. His hands slipped into the big toon-glove looking mittens as the front taped itself closed, sealing the blushing and giddy mouse within the thick and cozy comfines of the pamper bat. Only his face was left to the open air, poking out of the smiling bats mouth.
Each and every little twitch and figit of muscle caused an audible crinkle into Remick’s ears, making just the experience of looking down at his suited body a loud one. He took a step, the padded feet of the suit easily cushioning his footfall like a pair of the comfiest fuzzy slippers you could imagine. He couldn’t help but giggle as he spread his arms out and started to flap the long wings that were attached, starting to really have fun in the cushiony costume. His laughter died abruptly when he felt a bit of urine escape from him, causing a yelp and a quick clenching of his urethra.
“Wh-what! I didn’t have to…” Jasu’s voice cut him off, echoing through his mind: “…no, but I made you.”
Remick let out a whimper as his stomach began to grumble and growl, a pressure forming in his bowls that grew heavier and more in need of relief by the moment. He tried to tighten his tailhole and hold it back, but shifting his focus to #2 only made a hefty squirt of #1 spray right into the front of his padding. “Hey- W-wait! no… I never meant for this…” He tried to reach down and undo the tapes on the suits front, but the smooth mittens kept slipping right over them to keep him from gripping. The bat only chuckled: “Whatever do you mean? That’s what these suits are FOR. It’s only fair…”
Remick whined in frustration as he continued to pee, and despite his clenching he couldn’t hold back the lump that squeezed itself into the back of his diaper. As he did so, he felt his ability to stop it lessen as a wave of dizziness washes over his mind, making it hard to focus. Only when he felt the warmth of his own pee pressed tighter over his crotch did he realize that his own paw was getting pressed into the front of the diaper, squishing it and rubbing his trapped cock, yet he didn’t recall moving it himself.
“Stop struggling,” the voice in his head whispered. “The more that slips free…the less you’ll be able to hold back…and you’re in rough shape as it is…” “Wh-what are you…making me do…” “The more you lose control, the more I gain it over you. After all, a helpless little mousie like you doesn’t have any control~”
He was about to protest when a heavier load slid out, sagging the padding down between his legs and causing a squeak to escape his lips that could only be described as full of shame. He had to get help if he couldn’t get out of the suit, but one waddling and gaiting step later and his pampers were flooding like a faucet was running inside them. The added bulk squishing with each little leg movement was making part of him burn for more despite his resistance. “N-nooooooo…”
“Yessss,” came the reply. “That’s it, just a little further and you’ll be mine. Let go of your control and be my poopy little puppet~” With one last act of resistance, Remick willed his whole body to stop, freeze, tense as hard as he possibly could. His entire posture went rigid, and for the moment his messing stopped. But it was so hard to keep up, he felt so uncomfortable holding it all in, and the sloshy mess he had pushed out was just begging for more! Unable to fight any longer, his whole body relaxed and soon: *BLRRRRT, PPPFFFFT, Ssssssssss…* All of his features sagged, his posture, his limbs, even his diaper as he filled it full. His mouth hung open and his eyes glazed over as the suit closed down over his happy and mindless face.
“That’s a good little pants filler, let Jasu take it from here~”
Dash struggled and squirmed as Fluttershy lifted her legs up and began to wipe her down.
“L-let go!, stop it!” said Dash as she clenched her teeth and fought back tears. She struggled with each movement.
Fluttershy hummed along as she finished cleaning her up.
“Don’t worry Dashie, just a few more days and you be back in the sky, like nothing ever happened!”
She continued to resist, but only managed minor uncoordinated movements of her limbs. It had been a week already since she had been injured and put on this ‘special medication’ to prevent any further ‘over-exertions’ as the doctor put it. She didn’t know at the time it would make most of her body numb. The doctor did say to ‘Have a good friend close by to look after you’, but she didn’t think he meant this.
The messy ones were always the worst. And Fluttershy was entirely too ok with this. She had to help her walk, or carry her everywhere. And mash all her food and feed it to her, and only gave her sippy cups when she needed a drink, and cuddled her at night so she wouldn’t “fall out of bed and get hurt”!
It was degrading, but at least she knew that Flutters would keep this quiet… And the cuddling wasn’t so bad really…