Published: February 22nd 2022, 9:59:56 am
Pt. 1+2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18 Pt. 19 Pt. 20
I covered my face and sucked my pacifier for comfort as I felt Daddy wipe my butt clean.
"Ohh, what a stinker we have here," said Daddy. "He made big poopies!"
"Oh, no. Mine is way stinkier," said Nyctos. "He made the biggest poopies!"
Were they seriously bragging about whose pet made bigger poopies? I wanted to scowl but I didn't dare peek out from behind my hands because while our fuzzy fathers were boasting, I could hear Laffy, Maffy, and others cooing at how adorable we both were. If I saw them looking at me in this position, I couldn't bear it. I simply couldn't...
"Hey, little guy. Hands down you're okay! Look, you're all done!"
"Hnnh?" I looked down to see that I had been changed into another thick diaper.
"Aww, the little guy is so bashful!"
"Isn't it adorable?" asked Nyctos. "And if he's anything like mine, he'll never grow out of it, either!"
I looked down toward Princess, who was looking away with her ears back and her tail swishing violently. At least her chastity cage wasn't showing now that her pretty pink diaper was on her. I wondered if she was embarrassed about the cage as she was the diapers. Then I remembered that I was wearing a chastity cage too, a fact that I was quickly reminded of as I felt a painful twinge between my legs. Why did my stupid body have to betray me? Why did I have to enjoy this?
"Up here," said Daddy, waving his hand in front of my face and giving my collar a little jingle with his fuzzy finger. "My we are so distractible today, aren't we? Or is that normal for your kind? I think lunch is over. Let's go home."
"I should be getting home too," said Nyctos. "It's about naptime for Princess."
Daddy and Nyctos clasped hands Nytcos parted ways with a promise to visit soon.
It wasn't until we were back in the limo-saucer that our party spoke about our adventure beyond the great things that we had bought and how much fun that was.
Once the door was closed, Laffy said in a hushed whisper, "Do you think that Ailurian was a..."
"Spy," muttered Daddy in a low and serious warble-click as he secured the last of my child-seat restraints. "And a good one too."
"He very expertly put you in his debt," said Maffy. This wasn't an accusation or disparagement, just an observation of fact.
"We should have him over for Chai some time soon," mused Daddy. The otters nodded. It seemed this clan operated on the logic of 'keep your enemies close', unlike my own logic of 'stay as far the hell away from them as possible'. Still, he did offer me some information I didn't know about my surroundings. Perhaps he could be the one to help me find my way home. I wondered just what I would be able to offer our friendly diplomat in return, however.
That wouldn't even matter, though, if Daddy kept me paci-gagged this often. The whole ride back I was left unable to speak, clearly expected to get used to my role as pet. As Daddy said, speech was a privilege now, along with all sorts of things I may have taken for granted on Earth.
At least there was one benefit. Once again I got to nap in a fuzzy warm pile of fur as the two otters joined me in the crib. They even decided to have a little fun with it and diapered each other up, "so I wouldn't be the only one," though I suspected they may have had their own reasons for getting diapered. Was this just a convenient excuse to indulge in a little bit of crinkly fun? I couldn't say I blamed them! I'll say one thing - it made our little cuddle pile that much cozier. Unfortunately there was not enough room for Daddy, though I doubted he'd be caught dead in a crib. Still, I hoped I might be able to cuddle with him one day as well, even if I was still holding a bit of a grudge against him for taking me. He was undeniably handsome, and something about the collar around my neck and the way I couldn't help but call him master... something drew me to him in a way I hadn't felt drawn to anyone else before. It was these thoughts I dwelt on as I drifted off into a short and dreamless slumber.
That evening, there would be more feasting and enjoyment to be had among the Beringas greenies. This time, the party had moved inside among fire-lit halls of stone and tile, because the outside air was beginning to cool a bit, already growing purple with dusk when we exited the nursery from our second nap of the day. Of course Laffy and Maffy were again in formal attire - little more than epaulets with nothing to cover the body below the waist, and absolutely no diapers in sight.
"Hey, look it's spot!" called the skunk-like Lissenger as we entered the area where everyone was eating. "Does he need another change yet? No?
"What am I, chopped liver?" asked Daddy, in mock annoyance.
"Let's get him some beer and see how his diaper fares then!" said Berenger, who was sloshing a tall wooden tankard in his hand.
"No one is giving my pet beer," said Daddy, puffing up his chest.
"Oh, c'mon, it'll be fun!"
"What is with the obsession with his diaper?"
Daddy finally relented, throwing his hands up and letting his semi-sober relatives examine me once more on the pretense of 'changing' me. This time they were quite a bit more friendly with their hands, getting a closer examination of the clearly visible and developed nipples on my chest and the strange sheathless (and hairless) bits that hung between my legs.
I blushed as I was groped by warm paws. It felt good, even if I was totally exposed to a roomful of strangers and at their mercy. If anything, that made it feel better.
"Oh, he seems quite sensitive down there..."
"Yes, his nipples seem to be doing something as well, though I don't see any milk coming out..." I bit my lip and moaned as they stimulated my sensitive nipples with their thick but soft fingers.
"What do you think will happen if we..."
"Whoa there," said Daddy, pulling up my diaper just in time for it to catch my cummies, much to my consternation. "He's supposed to do that in his diapers only. It was one of his last wishes before leaving his home planet and we have to honor it."
"Mmmfff mrrrff mrrmm!" I protested into my pacifier, but there was no way I would be understood.
"Look! He's agreeing! Isn't that cute? Well, if that's what the little pet wants... we honor your choice, Spot!" I was showered with another round of affectionate pets as I grumbled into my pacifier. It seemed like I had really doomed myself to live out my diaper fantasies in perpetuity. But then, Laffy and Maffy didn't have to wear diapers. Weren't they servants too? I'd have to ask them about it later - if I could get them to remove my pacifier for me again.