Pacifier

An Embarrassing Situation

An Embarrassing SituationFortunately pacifiers help.

Furrys in this drawing belongs to tfbaxxter and DamianTheDolphin

Draw by arkham-insanity

Source: https://inkbunny.net/s/1866253

Aww poor fox looks like he have ended up whit a messy diaper during playtime :( That sure can be kind of embarrass special if you are not alone.

Good thing the pacifier can be there and give you some sort of comfort so you dont end up being a fuzzy fox in front of your friend.

But it sure seems like he dont mind that you have ended up whit a messy diaper :) Accident can happen and it is nothing to be blushing about :)

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Its called a Crinkle sweetheart

Its called a Crinkle sweetheartOrder ? chuckybb

Draw by ? chuckybb

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31139847/

Looks like someone going to have three messy diapers to change here.

But it seems like it is only one that is happy whit the current situation.

Nick and Judy sure have some things to get use to here.

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Loud Baby

Loud BabyI just got put down for a nap in my crib when I felt a big grumble in my tummy. Just going to hike my tail and push and…

The raccoon and above text by Mark-the-raccoon

Draw by wonderingwolf18

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31118186/

Awww poor raccoon looks like someone have ended up whit a pretty messy explosion in his diaper :( Looks like his mother is going to have allot of cleaning to do now.

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Tv snuggles

Tv snuggles
It was a quiet evening as Draven was watching tv, Allan quietly waddled up to his mommy and tugged on her pajama pants and smiled. Draven looked down seeing her kitten as she picked him up setting him on her lap,her paw placed on his padded butt to check if he needed a change,but he was fine. Allan happily sucked his paci as he snuggled up to me and watched as the tv quietly played as they snuggled sharing a sweet tender moment between mother and son.

Art by BabyPandora

Allan diapersunki

Draven Flare629

Above text by Flare629

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31097666/

Looks like this two have some nice and fun TV time together :)

And yes it sure is kind of nice to sit in front of the TV and have some cozy cuddling time :)

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Billy’s Fault Part 6

This story is written by Les Lea

For the next few days everything was centred on Billy’s recovery. Although he didn’t need hospitalisation he was very weak and unable to do much. Both Sandra and Lizzie saw to nappy changes during the slow but eventual positive reaction to Doctor Harper’s treatment.

The baby’s bottle full of health- building nutrients was definitely the best way to get him to drink even if he wasn’t that aware of the process. However, Lizzie maintained substituting the dummy for the empty bottle because, in his slightly comatose state, she just loved to see him sucking away hoping to get more liquid.

He really did look like a big vulnerable baby.

Whilst he was out of his senses and needed all the help his family could offer, bit by bit Lizzie began to see her brother in a slightly different light. Things began to get muddled – one minute pleased she was causing him some embarrassment (even if he was not really aware of it) the next she felt for him.

Somewhere in all this ‘childish’ madness, her hormones, like Billy’s interfering microbes, began to take effect. Her thoughts were shifting and saw it as her duty, not as a piece of ‘holiday mischief’. She began to view it as her obligation to make sure he was kept safe, and to her, the best way to do that was keep him in nappies.

It was perhaps strange the way these two approaches had become one.

The revelation came about when Lizzie was discussing something with her mother, who was piling praise for all the effort she’d put into Billy.

Because of work, Sandra wasn’t there all the time and although she made sure she was home as much as possible, it was her eldest daughter who maintained a careful watch.

“I think I’d like to work with children and babies when I’m older.”

She seemed embarrassed and shy about revealing such thoughts even to her mother.

“Perhaps in a kindergarten or… some such…”

For the first time in a very long time Elizabeth had the doubts of a fourteen year-old. Would her mum think she was able to do anything like that?

“Well dear, you’d be ideal,” Sandra responded, “the amount of care you’ve put into both Dee-Dee and Billy… especially Billy… has been exceptional. Good for you.”

“Well, it has been hard work.”

Lizzie was chuffed with such a positive reaction and saw herself a little more ‘caring’ and a little less ‘evil’ big sister.

“And you my love have not shirked any responsibility at all.”

Lizzie shrugged so her mother continued.

“Lizzie, you have been wonderful… even changing messy nappies hasn’t put you off… and that was something your father never got to grips with. You’ve proven time and time again just how thoughtful, quick thinking, aware…”

Sandra was running out of the correct words as she stroked her daughter’s hair and hugged her tightly.

“You would be fantastic in such a job.”

#

Although Billy still filled his nappy at least the dramatic effects of diarrhoea had been brought under some control. Unfortunately, the parasites clung on longer in his bladder but eventually his bright orange pee changed colour to something less vivid. Despite this, he was still experiencing uncontrolled spurts and woke up damp most mornings.

However, no matter how much better he got his mother insisted he should stay in bed as he was very weak and they didn’t want to ‘agitate’ those destructive bacteria and make their ‘sweet little boy’ have a relapse. Although he wasn’t aware, this was both a part of his recovery and punishment.

Between them they made Billy feel cared for but very much incapable of looking after himself.

This was very much a part of Sandra’s plan and Lizzie still had moments when she just loved to see her brother squirm as he was changed. This was something his mother wouldn’t let him do on his own; she simply didn’t trust him to be thorough enough.

Despite his grumblings he was confined to bed wearing thick protection. They insisted, under doctor’s orders, he continued to use a nappy for “health and hygiene reasons”.

Billy didn’t quite catch on to the extent they were babying him but, because of his disastrous flaunting of doctor’s orders last time, reluctantly did as he was told.

As he grew stronger and more able to do things Sandra changed the bottle for a sippy cup (an old one of Dee-Dee’s from when she was a toddler). He was still a little shaky so explained to him that it was all about keeping him ‘safe, secure and on the mend’.

Lizzie was sad to see this bit of the process come to an end because she’d had the idea to tell him that the doctor insisted he had to drink from the baby’s bottle so he didn’t “…take too much liquid in all in one go”. Of course that was total fabrication but it gave Lizzie the opportunity to keep Billy a baby for that bit longer.

This was the strange contradiction Lizzie was dealing with; one moment loving and understanding, the next out to maximise any chance to humiliate Billy.

At night she slipped into his room to make sure he had a dummy to suck on and a teddy bear to hug. Now it wasn’t so much to embarrass him (although there was probably still an element of that) she thought he’d simply sleep better knowing he had those with him, like any baby would.

She loved feeding her brother when he’d been incapable and had insisted, even as he recovered, that it was best if she managed the spoon, all he had to do was concentrate on getting the food down.

To begin with it made perfect sense but Lizzie, like the bottle, insisted carrying on the work until she had no alternative but let her charge feed himself.

He was allowed out of bed for short periods but only to either play by himself or with Dee-Dee.

Although wetting got more controlled his juvenile protection was still his day and night time dress code; he wasn’t given the opportunity to question that decision… it was for ‘medical reasons’.

#

Whilst ill Billy hadn’t noticed just how his room had filled up with nappies, vinyl pants, powders, lotions, creams, bottles, wipes and a host of other things. They were all he saw clothes wise and the only things with which he had any link during his recovery.

Lizzie brought down from the attic a few toys he’d had when younger and left them around for him to play with. He seemed happy for the distraction and, like when he was six, had an entire play area set up in his bedroom, which occupied his time.

There was absolutely no doubt as far as Sandra or Elizabeth was concerned, Billy was far more compliant and less argumentative when wearing a nappy. That nasty streak seemed to be hidden once he was wrapped in thick padding and the household was able to function in an atmosphere of peace and relative calm.

Any time he voiced even the slightest protest they vigorously reminded him of his shitty experience and how because of that, his filthy clothes had to be thrown away. Because of that he’d stay as he was until they were certain there would be no repeat performance.

However, that particular experience had so un-nerved Billy that, as if to prove the point, even the mere mention of it had him peeing into his nappy.

Meanwhile, Sandra had already cleared out all of Billy’s clothes; he wasn’t going to be given another opportunity of running off. She even parcelled up the few items of her husband’s and stored them in a secret place. The entire house now was only baby and female clothing. Billy would only be allowed to wear what was decided for him and for the moment that was just his vast array of infantile defence.

Of course he was less than thrilled at not being able to change out of all the protection and was getting fed up of them reminding him of his explosive accident. Again, he simply did not see it as his fault; he’d been ill and it happened… that was all there was to it.

However, unknown to him, Sandra had decided he was going to be kept in a nappy for quite some time to come. Her idea was simple – if he’d been so unconcerned about bringing such an occurrence down on himself, she was happy to impose it as a penance for his flagrant disregard to her instructions.

Dee-Dee had also thrown herself into looking after her brother. She wasn’t as reliant on her own protection as she had been but often, if Billy had a very wet or messy night, out of fear insisted on being reunited with it all. There were days when her mother said she didn’t need them and she’d happily wear knickers but then for some reason kick off and want to be put back.

Dee-Dee’s tantrums at this time were short-lived simply because Lizzie was more than happy to take charge and swaddle her little sister. Dee-Dee actually liked these moments of intimacy with her sister and would smile and giggle all the way through the process and offer a huge hug of thanks once the process was complete.

Meanwhile, together with help from her sister, Lizzie had got more of her old clothing ready for their baby brother. When the time came and he was well enough to go outside or on outings, he would be restricted to very few items and none he would probably like.

Lizzie had gathered items she hoped would match something similar to what Dee-Dee might wear. Her plan was to have them looking as much alike as possible and it would be to Billy’s detriment that he ended up looking more like his sister.

#

The summer was in full swing, the weather was wonderful but to begin with Sandra kept him confined to his room, “just to be sure”.

Of course Lizzie was left in charge when Sandra went to work and Billy had been given a stern warning about his attitude and conduct towards her. The threat of a spanking from mum didn’t particularly scare him but the idea that Lizzie might administer it certain did.

When he was out of bed he’d be allowed to play whilst wearing just his thick fabric nappy providing it was tucked in and fitted snugly. To see him scooting around on his hands and knees, playing with his toys, his pure white terry cotton bottom the focus of attention was definitely a visual bonus to the rest of the family.

He wasn’t happy with this arrangement, he hated the big pink pins that bound everything to him so tightly but neither his mother nor Lizzie gave him any other option. They were in charge of keeping him clean and tidy and that involved this kind of safeguard.

He still wasn’t fully fit but the occasionally leak would occur and wet the nappy so he found it difficult to argue about not wearing one.

Although recovering, Billy was made to feel that any control he thought he might have over his bodily functions was illusionary. To emphasise this they pointed to the fact that he always woke up soaking wet.

Whilst not always needed, this was of course helped to some degree by Lizzie’s magic squeezy bottle. She didn’t have to use it but sometimes her fourteen year-old devilment returned and she couldn’t help herself.

Both his mother and sister were adamant that any independence Billy felt would be led by what he was dressed in and not what he wanted to wear.

If he was unconcerned to go out wearing just a nappy then everyone was happy for him to do so. They knew that he would be disinclined to let anyone know he was wearing such heavy protection and were convinced that any rebellion would be governed by that.

Once he began to feel better and the disastrous shits had all but dried up Billy was begging for the new clothes promised by his mother before the fever took him. He couldn’t wait to get back into his own clothes and meet up with his mates.

He’d known nothing about the similar problems they’d had and when he’d asked if anyone had called was told that for ‘safeties sake’ they were not allowed to visit just yet. His ‘reassuring’ mum would add that no doubt, in good time, they’d soon be back together.

#

Sandra had been tired of the constant arguments in her own household and reached out to the parents of the other three boys to see if they had similar problems, and what, if any, solutions they’d come up with.

Once they got talking it was amazing just how fed up the boy’s mothers were with their continual disruptive shenanigans.

Naughty boys who’d disregarded the many lectures about the dangers of swimming in the canal, which they had so thoughtlessly ignored, were now paying for such negligence. So, the one thing they had in common were sons with infections and who, as a result were, at eleven years old, back to wearing nappies.

She wasn’t alone in being at her wit’s end, though somewhat surprised that, to varying degrees, they were all more than a little disgruntled with their own son’s unruly, self-centred attitude. They’d all had enough.

It would seem that Mitch, Dave and Aaron had the same self-obsessed little traits as Billy. Like him they were disrespectful and off-hand with the rest of their families, whilst not achieving the grades expected at school. Frustration and despondency seemed to be a recurring theme each mother voiced but wondered if it was just their age and ‘boys being boys’?

In some way Sandra was pleased that it wasn’t just Billy who was a pain and once all four mother’s got talking they had a great deal in common. The mums even complained about the long summer break being the most taxing event in the school year and dreaded having to find babysitters for their kids when they had to go out to work.

With that particular recurring theme a new, more adventurous plan began to formulate in Sandra’s head; a plan that would bring all the boys together where they could be ‘chastened’ for their lying and lack of respect.

As an incentive for the parents, there’d be a babysitter already in place to look after them. Sandra had never been on the ‘most popular parent’ list, mostly due to her husband’s criminality, but she was to find that this new idea would find a resonance with her fellow, undervalued and fraught parents.

However, first she had to make sure Billy was disciplined for lying.

She was determined to make sure he’d regret his disregard for her rules. The fact that he had been pissing and shitting himself was not enough, although it was the spur to what was to happen to him.

#

Having spoken to the other parents, having been lied to, always living on the edge with Billy’s tantrums and actions, Sandra had had enough.

Although she’d said she didn’t want to be vindictive she was more than a little determined that her son would know the consequences of his many ‘crimes’. She wondered if the other parents were in the same mood for a complete clamp down on their son’s behaviour but had decided that Billy for one was not going to forget this summer.

Having brought all this on himself Billy was soon to find his options very limited and the determination of his mother more focused on him than he would have liked. His nappy, even once cured of those determined little microbes, was going to become the centre of his world.

Sandra had to agree with Lizzie that, since her two youngest had been wearing nappies behaviour had certainly improved between them. Like Lizzie, she also agreed that there was obviously more control as to what they could do and where they could go. She’d noticed that Billy was reluctant to go outside at all if he was only wearing protection. His fear that “someone might see” kept him indoors and confined to bed, watching TV or playing in his room.

Dee-Dee was different from Billy; she wanted to wear protection because she was scared of anything untoward happening like it had him. She’d grown to rely on the ample padding to give her peace of mind when she went to bed and also, if she had to go out, she felt less anxious if she was wearing her slippery protection. She didn’t mind the padding between her legs, although her nappy wasn’t quite as thick as her brother’s, she had gotten used to it fairly quickly.

Lizzie had helped with this early on by constantly telling her little sister that she not only looked good in her protection but added a little lie by saying it helped to keep Billy’s infection at bay.

She then made it into a little game by letting Dee-Dee decide what protection she preferred to wear. Her choice was always greeted with enthusiasm, which made wearing it more of her own personal fashion statement, which her older sister encouraged.

However, Sandra had determined that, as far as Billy was concerned, he would be wearing nappies for the full length of the summer break. Now the infection had all but departed, perhaps it was time he knew why.

This was going to be an amalgamation of punishments, not only for his little swim in the canal, but every other obnoxious thing he’d done over the years.

The boy was definitely going to learn about consequences.

#

Billy still had no idea his mother knew about the illicit swim, he also didn’t know his friends were in the same boat, so it came as a surprise when Sandra called him into the front room for a talk.

It was a very warm day and he’d been outside playing in the back garden wearing only his nappy. However, he’d gone a couple of days without wetting so assumed she was about to take him shopping for new clothes. He’d been moaning and moody about the length of time the ‘doctor’ had insisted he stay in a nappy and thought it was about time he was released from such childish garb.

Of course the doctor had no say in the length of time he should be in a nappy that had been down to his mother. However, when she had asked him to come through for a chat he thought this seemed very positive.

Although only his mother was there Lizzie was hanging around out of sight but able to see and hear what was about to transpire. First his mother unpinned his wet nappy and let it fall to the floor, then she looked at him in a serious way.

“Billy,” she said with some authority, “I’m afraid the time has come to, well, er, um…” she reasserted herself. “Let you know what I know.”

The smile Billy had on his face disappeared and he fidgeted uncertainly in his nakedness.

“You have given this family, and as it turns out, others, a great deal of unpleasantness that was completely unnecessary.”

Billy cast his eyes to the floor wondering what exactly it was he’d done.

He tried thinking about his illness and couldn’t see how that affected anyone else. Typically, he didn’t see all the extra work everyone had to do to keep him spotless. Once his mother explained she knew about the canal swim he suddenly caught on.

“But, er, it was Aaron’s idea, not mine… he… er… um…”

She shook her head.

“No Billy, it was entirely your fault. The illness, the nappies, the unbelievable inconvenience that seems to follow you around… everything has been your fault. I’ve spoken to your friend’s parents and… even your friends are united in their agreement, it was all… your… fault.”

She accentuated the last three words as she took hold of his shoulders so he had to look her in the eyes.

“You refuse to take responsibility for anything and think that everyone else is here for your benefit… well that stops now.”

She grabbed him by the arm and thrust him over her lap.

Sandra hadn’t realised just how angry she’d become. Her fury grew with each misdemeanour she recalled. The boy had, over the last few years, put them through hell… now was the time a penance needed to be extracted… and acted upon to make sure of no repeat offenses.

#

He’d been spanked before and knew his mother was quite powerful when determined. However, the protest he screamed was very quickly subdued by the thwack of a wooden spoon making sudden contact with his upturned bottom.

She’d never used anything other than her hand before and this hurt more than he could ever remember.

He wriggled and squirmed in protest, screaming abuse through his tears as he attempted to get away. This didn’t help his case as the rain of blows from the implement that was reddening his bum cheeks grew more intense.

“You have brought this on yourself. The lies, the arguments, the complete lack of regard or respect for anyone…”

Sandra was exasperated and angry with what she had to do to get the message home but was determined that by the time she’d finished, Billy would be a completely different and well-mannered boy.

Dee-Dee joined Lizzie in her hiding place as her brother’s bottom turned varying shades of red.

“Why is Billy being spanked?”

Dee-Dee asked Lizzie inquisitively.

“For lying to mummy… and… for all the rotten things he has said or done to us.”

“Oh!”

“He’s been a very naughty boy and made things difficult for a lot of people so…. mummy thinks he needs to know just what a bad boy he’s been… and as a result… that there are consequences to all that.”

Lizzie was worried that all this info was going over Dee-Dee’s head but she just rubbed her silky protection and continued to watch her brother’s punishment.

#

Billy was still relatively weak from his illness and had no real power to escape his mother’s grip. The speed and control with which she administered his punishment, together with the reasons why his bottom was going to be so red, was lost as he bawled out his pain and rage.

His cussing didn’t last long as he soon found that it didn’t stop the painful whacks. Never had his bottom received such intense action or such a degree of agony. Even the pain caused by the microbes had been awful but not as excruciating as this.

Soon his screams of anger were whimpers of apology and tears but still his mother didn’t let up.

The aggressive little horror was supplanted by a feeble and very sorry weeping figure, drained of any resistance and pleading for his mother to stop and he’d agree anything to make it stop.

Eventually she did and stood him up facing her. The defiant attitude he often sported after being punished in the past was no longer there, just a picture of defeat.

His bottom stung but he was not allowed to rub the pain away, she held his arms down by his side as she informed him of what was going to happen next.

“As you acted like a baby in defying me regarding the canal, from now until you return to school, and as a reminder of those stupid actions, you will be wearing a nappy constantly. Whether you use it or not is up to you but both night and day you will be subject to thick protection so you don’t forget there are consequences to your irresponsible actions. Do you understand?”

Billy’s mind was desperately trying to find a way of making the pain in his bottom go away but his mother prevented this so he had to listen.

“You flaunted my rules and as a result you ended up wearing a nappy… well… now you will wear one all the time until I’m sure you understand why you are being punished this way.”

“But, but, buuuttt… aww, mum, mummy,” he was trying for some sympathy but it wasn’t working.

“It’s no good objecting or begging for a change of mind… it will not happen unless I see a real change in your attitude.”

She got her second wind.

“Whilst you’ve had to wear protection your arrogance and self-importance has diminished and you’ve been a far nicer person to be around… and that’s despite your messy and smelly accidents… I want to see that ‘nice’ person all the time.”

Reluctantly and through tearful, defeated glazed eyes he nodded understanding of his mother’s words.

“If at any time… without my permission I see you not wearing what I’ve determined, you will not only be grounded… you will be wearing a nappy to senior school come the new term.”

She waited to see if this further threat had any reaction but it was hard to see through the tears that were still falling. His naked body was trembling and his bottom was smarting badly so it was difficult being brave under such circumstances. The tears fell but the idea of going to senior school wearing a nappy terrified him.

In his head he was full of anger and defiance but in actuality, after Sandra had catalogued his long list of offenses, he wasn’t so sure of himself.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, and because of that, your friends have suffered and as a result of that, so have their families… you should be grateful that I’m not letting them discipline you as well.”

“However,” she emphasised the word, “in this house Lizzie has full power over you. She has been the one who has looked after you through your illness… so, should she see you breaking any of the rules I’ve set down, she has my authority to spank you there and then… and that means in public if she has to.”

#

Billy couldn’t believe what he was hearing because the excruciating pain took away some of his understanding. All he could do was blub his responses. It was an extremely crestfallen eleven year-old who was now worried what his mates would say if he had to wear a nappy all the time.

Now she had his undivided attention Sandra made sure her words were understood and obeyed.

“We will no longer put up with any of your tantrums. You’re going to be kept on very tight reins and, if you start acting up at any time, you’ll end up actually wearing reins out in public.”

This was an empty threat as Sandra had no intention of doing such a thing but she needed to make sure Billy was acquiescent and know that things could and would get worse if he protested.

“Your attitude is going to change for the better so we are going to start from scratch.

“I will not put up with a single act of defiance… because if there is I will spank you… and if you think what you have just received was bad, I will not hesitate in making you wish that was so…”

Billy just shook where he stood. His mother had never been like this with him before and it scared him. He was even more upset by what she said next.

“If you think this is just a threat you are sadly mistaken. All you clothes have been given away and you only get to wear what I… or Lizzie decide.

“From this moment on this is what you will wear during the day.”

She produced the ‘present’ she’d been keeping since her promotion, which was a bundle of thick, soft terry nappies and several pairs of very robust, see-thru plastic pants.

“Your nappy will always be on view whilst you are at home so we can see if and when you need changing… and… while the weather is nice, that’s all you’ll wear. When we go out, depending on your behaviour, you’ll be allowed some shorts. However, that will be at my discretion and not an automatic right.”

She indicated he should lie down on the pile she’d just spread out on the ground.

The need to show some kind of rebellion was strong but his sore bottom, and the promise of worse, was a great incentive for him to comply. The wooden spoon that had done so much damage to his bare but now very red cheeks was still within his mother’s reach.

Arguing was no longer an option, he’d had that spanked out of him so was a very sorry and contrite boy, and if he didn’t want to get paddled every time he opened his mouth, obedience and total submission to the new rules seemed the only option.

Sandra slathered on the anti-rash cream and sprinkled the powder before emphasising once more that nappies were to be his main clothing from now on.

“You have proved to be irresponsible and completely untrustworthy so will have no say or input into what you wear or when or how you’ll be changed.”

The extra padding that she’d slipped into the new nappy squares felt soft and bulky as she pulled it all together and pinned him in.

Even though he’d been wearing something similar for the last week or so she knew he hoped that would all come to an end and be free of this babyish garb. She also knew that he wouldn’t like what was happening to him but reiterated that any kind of rebellion would be met with a severe spanking.

Strangely for Billy, the soft, thick embrace of his padding and the amount of cream and powder he’d been smothered in was actually bringing relief to his battered bottom. Despite this being a punishment Sandra was very careful that his new nappy fitted him well. They were top of the range (after all they were a present to commemorate her promotion), very thick and fluffy and would be a relief to the cheap stuff he’d been wearing.

As everything was scrupulously fitted Sandra continued with her rules that every action and reaction on his part would be subject to further punishment should it warrant it so therefore… it would be up to him just how much his bottom was smacked.

All the way through these ‘rules’ and ‘regulations’ she made sure that his nappy was pulled up tight and fastened correctly into place. His new see-thru plastic pants were firmer than the soft vinyl ones he’d been wearing; even the hated pink ones were more pliable than these, which held him and his padding firmly in place. They had popper studs down each side so could be released that way as well as simply be pulled down.

The entire thing felt like a piece of heavy plastic armour and his well-padded terry nappy and the two large pink holding pins were easily visible to anyone looking on.

“There,” Sandra said with some satisfaction, “everything all nicely enclosed and… safe.”

Billy was still shaking with grief, bewilderment and suffering. His legs shook as she helped him to his feet and the only positive thing that helped was the soft padding easing the pain from his well beaten bottom.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 5

Chapter 7

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All coy

All coy

The golden retriever belongs to Firebreath

Draw by SheepyPeepy

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30994956/

Awww poor dog :( I wounder whats wrong here? something sure have happen whit this cub :( But what can be wrong?

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Over layering

Over layeringThe poor babyfur belongs to LuciusAris

Draw by NazzNikoNanuke

Source: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/30982825/

Something seems to have happen whit the magic around here? Suddenly something weird have happen here whit this babyfur :(

Poor thing this massive diaper sure going to force his legs apart allot:( He sure not going to be able to walk and maybe not even crawl whit this massive diaper that he is now force to be wearing.

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Hush now little one

Hush now little one

Kela and Sapphire

don’t go into the daycare alone :P

Order by Yuki_Suka-fu

Draw by chuckybb

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Giggle looks like someone have found a mute button here :) Yes a pacifier sure works good as a mute button :)

I sure wounder what they are doing in the daycare? Are they trying out diapers? Or maybe try to find some new diaper?

But one thing for sure they both is in need of a diaper change here. There diaper seems to be kind of well use.

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