The sleeping pills hit Oli harder than Fisk expected.
Within 10 minutes, Oli was passed out on the floor of the nursery. Fisk was getting back at Oliver, who’d tossed away all of his underwear only to replace them with diapers. It’d made Fisk’s work.. extra challenging. The otter wasn’t as amused as Oliver was.
Fisk worked fast, starting to mummify Oliver with three rolls of bondage tape. He figured it was kind of overkill, but this guaranteed Oli wasn’t going anywhere. He could feel Oliver wriggling in his sleep in response to being shifted around. The wolf let out a little groan as Fisk picked up the now-encased wolf, and he was placed down next to their new diaper pail. The otter picked him up and placed him down in it. It was already half full, so Fisk made a make-shift, squishy chair for Oli to sit on.
Fisk dragged the other pail over. With the amount of diapers Oli, Fisk and guests went through a day, it was no surprise the nursery had three pails. Fisk started filling up the pail Oli was now in. Fisk had to plug his nose at the smell; he might have been used to Oli’s, but this was pretty bad too. And that’s probably what woke the wolf up.
“F-Fisk..? w-what is that smell..?” Oli said groggily as he started to wake up. Fisk paid him no mind and continued to fill his pail with used diapers. After a few more moments, Oliver mustered the energy to move-
but he couldn’t.
Panicked now, Oliver’s focus returned and he looked around.
“wait, what aRE YOU DOING?!” Oli said, struggling against his bindings. There must have been a quarter-inch of bondage tape around him, he could practically feel how thick it was. Fisk just kept burying the wolf in used diapers, already up to his chest. He could feel the pressure grow around him as he was squished from all sides. Fisk placed the last few diapers around Oliver’s head, making sure the smelliest ones were saved for last.
“There, that should do it! All nice and buried.” The otter said, still keeping one of his paws on his nose.
Fisk enjoyed watching Oliver struggle in his predicament. He squirmed, whimpered, and tried to bite the tape, only to bury his nose deep into the diapers to no avail. Fisk chuckled as he saw the wolf’s cheeks puff out as he tried to hold his breath.
“Anyway,” Fisk started. “It’s 11am now, I’ll be back at 10 to check on you. I’ve got to work!” The otter smiled. “And don’t worry about food,” Fisk said, shoving a hose in Oli’s mouth. “Eat when you’re hungry. I’m not sure how much lax I ended up putting in here. Tripp could tell you.”
“Oh, right! I mentioned to your friends I’d be having a little fun with you today. They definitely agreed not to help you out.” With that, Fisk turned around and walked out the door, pulling down his shirt to try and hide the diaper he had on.
Oliver was really struggling now. Every time he did, the smell got worse and he could here the squishing of all the diapers he was surrounded by. After just two hours, he was already hungry, and his diaper was soaked. Once he started sucking the food mush from the tube, it activated and started to pump it into him. Oli gulped down cheek-fulls of mush at a time, having a hard time keeping up with the machine. He figured he’d just wolf-down 2 kilos of food and spit out the feeding tube. That would keep him until Fisk got back to let him out.
After 15 minutes, Oliver could feel his bloated stomach already putting pressure on him. After 30 minutes, he couldn’t hold it back anymore, and as quickly as the mush was pumped into him, it started to pack the back of his diaper. Oli could feel the warm mush completely fill the back, and started to force its way to the front. He whimpered at it reached his crotch, over-stimulating his sensitive area as he tried to squish and hump it all around. He moaned in pleasure as he kept filling his pampers, and let out a squealed whimper when he finally reached climax.
Oli sat panting, buried in diapers and exhausted. When he finally re-cooped from the climax, there was now nothing he wanted more then getting out. “TRIIIIIIPP!” “TRIIIIPP!” Oliver shouted for his A.I assistant, who appeared as a hologram in front of him.
“Tripp, p-please let me out of this. This is gross.” The wolf said, shifting and squishing around in his pail.
The small snow leopard chuckled. “No way I’m doing that! I helped Fisk PLAN this! You’re stuck in there, kid.” The snow leopard taunted.
“Can’t you do ANYTHING?” Oli pleaded, his ears splayed down.
“Hmm… –right!! There is one thing! What time is Fisk back?”
The wolf’s eyes glimmered with hope. “22:00! So..?”
Tripp smiled deviously, and before Oliver knew it he heard a more primitive-robotic voice announce: “Permanent Seal Activated: Set to 22:00.”
“Your lab assistant, Oreo, was getting a little tired of the smell you two left behind. She modified this pail to seal the diaper bag, permanently. It’d take a hell of a lot to tear it, because steal just won’t ‘cut it’.”
Oliver went pale.
“Don’t worry! CO2 and O2 are completely permeable~! I can’t say the same for the… other gasses. But hopefully, Fisk comes home early!” With that, Tripp’s hologram disappeared. Oliver gulped.
Through the rest of the time, Oliver could hear little warning beeps from the pail, followed by: “1 hour remaining.” “30 minutes, remaining.” which he could only guess were for checking if you’d accidently dropped something in the pail, like you phone… or your significant other.
At about 15 minute remaining, Oliver heard the front door open. It was Fisk. He took his time getting undressed and settled in. Oliver shouted out for him.
“Fisk? Let me out!” “Fisk?”
The otter opened the door to the nursery, immediately bringing his paws to his nose.
“Oh gosh, Oliver! You really stink now, don’t you!” He said, walking behind him and rubbing his headfur. “It’s been a long day for me, but don’t worry, I got you something!”
“Fisk, you have to let me out now!” Oli heard the sounds of tapes ripping.
“Please! Fisk, Tripp activated a setting on the p–” Before Oliver could finish, Fisk wrapped his well used padding around the wolf’s head with a big *SQUIIIISH*.
“MMPH?! MMMNPH!!” Oliver’s headfur was now completely soaked, and his highly sensitive nose was buried in the squishy padding material. Oliver shook his head as Fisk secured the tapes tightly around him. It wasn’t coming off.
“Oh, sorry; what did you say? You didn’t really finish.” Fisk taunted, squishing his paws into the diaper and muffling Oli. Oliver tried shouting through the diaper, but it was secured, tight. Two minutes were left on the timer. Fisk hadn’t seen it.
“MMMNPH!! GM HMP NGH MMPH!”
“Oliver, you should really learn how to talk properly one of these days. I can’t understand a word you’re saying!”
“I’m going to go watch some TV now, I’ll get you out in an hour!”
With that, the door shut, and the wolf was left buried in squishy diapers, his own completely packed with mush, and a well used one secured around his head. It really did come back to bite him in the end.
Oliver heard a long beep. He could now feel himself sinking deeper into the diapers as they started to squish around his face more and more, until his head was completely submerged. There was a brief pause, and he heard a faint crinkling from above him; the bag had sealed shut.
Too humiliated to even speak Star finds herself at the mercy of a land of the giants style situation where she’s tried to escape several times but only gotten caught and spanked for her efforts. The giants dont seem to beable to understand her anyway or maybe theyre just pretending to not understand her. Either way it looks like Star’s been well and truely adopted. How can she prove she’s not a baby when she’s forced into these stupid clothes and has no choice but to use the diapers shes put in.