Well here we are, seeing Allan in the position he is a couple of times a day :3 Laying on the changing table and gets changed by his Daddy. He always is a quiet cub and would never struggle but his Daddy still wanna gets sure and secures him with a belt around his chest, if something happens.
Poor babystar seems to have been captured by someone who would rather have her babbling and drooling from her maw rather than shouting orders at others. It seems though that some time has passed as the mental reconditioning seems to be hitting it’s final stages. She doesn’t have much time. Or maybe, it’s already too late.
This Linx was bragging about his bladder capacity, and going on about how he could hold it in for ages. A few curious people wanted to test this, and made a bet with him that he couldn’t avoid peeing for a day. Without thinking, the Linx accepted, and found them getting him a bunch of water bottles to drink. It was quite a bit, ending up being around two liters before they said he had enough. Almost immediately, he felt a strain, and one of the people pulled out a large diaper and pulled it over his tail without asking. “Due to the nature of this bet, I think a safety net is necessary. Don’t you think so?” The linx didn’t object, but being diapered in public was humiliating him, and he just hoped that was as far as it went. “Y-yeah! I don’t mind! This thing’s gonna be bone dry, and that’ll be my pr-proof…why would I…say….no?”
As the day went on, the water started to take its way down, and make itself known. The lynx was able to handle it just fine at first, but as the hours went on, it became almost impossible to hold. The people around him were palling around with him, making him laugh and ruffling his fur to try and make him lose control. By midnight, he was holding his belly and hunched over, shivering, but he had managed to hold it.
“T-there! See! I proved it!” “Well..” the group looked at each other, “It’s only been six hours. We said a day, as in same time tomorrow.” The Linx’s eyes widened in horror at the words. “We’ll walk you home, c’mon.” They grabbed his paw and got him to walk with him, but every step made the urge worse, until a few feet away from his seat, he wasn’t thinking and let out a drop. That drop turned into a stream, and that into a flood.
Everyone saw, and they all had proof, and now that the bet was won, the winners let the Linx know what his end of the bargain was. He was stuck in that diaper until they told him he could take it off, and they didn’t plan on letting him squirm his way out of it for at least a day or so.
Poor Linx this sure was a impossible bet for him to win. Poor thing now he needs to waddling around whit that big soggy squishy diaper for some time. It sure was a good thing that the diaper manage to handle the big flood of urine that he release into it.
Soooo Allan is regressed he was an 22 Year old Lynx who got kidnapped and regressed against his will. And even how small he is (2 Years) he don’t really often thinks as an Adult. So miss Wen Thought off helping Allan to accept and act more like his current age. Aaaand i think it works x3