Shane, the pocket baby! (Story)

The doorbell rang through the house, making Shane’s round ears twitch and prompting him to interrupt the show he was watching, and get up from the couch. 

“I got it!” Jackson exclaimed, running down the stairs to see who it was before Shane got a chance to make his way to the door. Shane sat back down, “must have been for him,” the mouse concluded. 

Jackson answered the door to a delivery parrot from the local Wolfpine post holding a small package. 

“Good afternoon, I have a delivery for… Jackson.” 

“Yep, that’s me, thank you!”

Jackson signed for the package and waved the bird away before closing the door and starting to the living room. 

“Hey Sha—,” Jackson cut himself off when he noticed how engrossed Shane was in his show. He had wanted to show his roommate his new toy, but he also thought how much more fun it would be to just… demonstrate it. 

He turned away for a moment, and with a quick swipe of a claw, cut through the tape on the box to pull out a smaller box with a plastic window showing off the small egg-shaped toy inside. It had three small buttons, and an old-fashioned LCD screen. The packaging was colorful, with multicolored text reading ‘TAMAGOOTCHI, Just like a real baby pet!’ It looked like it was designed to draw in a kid’s eye and get him to beg his parents for it. 

Jackson tore the toy out of the cardboard and turned it on. It gave off some musical beeps and some text slowly scrolled along the screen, ‘H E L L O C R E A T E A P E T T O B E G I N’. 

Over the buttons there were respectively an icon of a notepad and a pencil, a camera, and a question mark. 

Jackson pressed the middle button with the camera icon and pointed the Tamagootchi to Shane. It beeped like an 8-bit shutter and the text changed to read ‘P R O C E S S I N G I M A G E P L E A S E W A I T’. 

A grid of four squares, each lighting up and dimming one at a time appeared on the screen as it processed and began to construct along the bottom of the screen, the image of a small mouse. A grin formed on Jackson’s face as he heard another high pitched beep from the Tamagootchi and one final bit of text scrolled by saying ‘P E T C R E A T I O N C O M P L E T E’. 

“Hey Shane, check out this new toy I got!”

The mouse was shaken from his concentration on the TV by Jackson calling for him and turned, a bit annoyed that he was being interrupted, “What is it Jackson? I was getting to the good part.” 

“I got this thing and I think you might like to see it, it’s a Tamagootchi, a virtual pet! Look, it even has a little mouse on it that looks just like you!

“Oh come on, can’t it wait for commercials?” 

Jackson smirked and looked at the screen, seeing rumbling lines appearing around the miniature mouse’s belly. He hovered a finger over a button that had an icon of a slice of cake over it. 

“Well that’s a shame, I’m sure after all that TV you must want a break to eat something,” Jackson pressed the button and Shane stood up and made his way to the kitchen, “oh you’re getting a snack? Could you cut me a slice of cake too?” 

Shane seemed to ignore Jackson’’s request and opened the fridge, pulling out a cake from the bottom shelf. He cut a thick slice out and held it in one paw, which he chowed down on until it was gone. At the same time, the screen showed the mouse eating the cake in the same way, leaving dots on his face resembling crumbs. Jackson nearly laughed out loud as he saw Shane come back to the living room with his face covered in crumbs and icing from the cake he just downed, and he continued to watch his show. 

“So you still hungry?” Jackson giggled as he watched Shane pat his belly.

“Oh no, I couldn’t eat a bite. 

“Really? You must have been starving with how your face looks right now.”

“What do you mea—,” Shane stopped for a moment when he touched his face and realized what he had all over it, “hey where’d all this come from?!” 

“Oh that was the cake you just had. It looked like you enjoyed it, you had a lot!” 

Shane’s belly grumbled in protest from the volume of what he had just consumed. 

“Maybe a bit too much,” Jackson observed after hearing the mouse’s belly. 

Checking the screen again, Jackson saw that the left button had a toilet icon over it, and the right one had an icon in the shape of briefs. The middle icon was an all-too-familiar image resembling a more modern ‘poop’ emoji. The mouse on the screen had an appearance of twitching in slight discomfort, mimicked by Shane, who was shifting in his seat and twitching his whiskers adorably. 

Jackson considered pressing the middle button to find out what could happen to Shane’s pants, but decided against dealing with the potential mess. In the interest of messing with Shane further though, he didn’t feel it would have been much fun to let him just go to the toilet, and pressed the button on the right. 

Shane stood up, not really sure why this time until his pants dropped to his ankles to reveal his tighty whities. The mouse jumped, startled, but before he could pull his trousers back up, what appeared to be a white toon glove materialized out of thin air and held his arms up. 

On the Tamagootchi’s screen, the mouse was shown being picked up by a couple hands, as a couple others worked on his briefs and held an unfolded diaper directly underneath.

“J-Jackson? What’s going on?!”

“Well, I can’t let my Tamagootchi mousey make a mess all over the floor! I think that’s bad for him,” Jackson said in-between chuckles. 

The hands tugged the briefs off of Shane, leaving him in just a shirt. He tried to cover himself with his paws, but the hands held fast, keeping his hands up. The struggling mouse was laid down onto the diaper before another hand materialized with a bottle. The room filled with the smell of baby powder as it shook puff after puff of talc onto Shane’s exposed bottom. After covering him in comical amounts of baby powder, the bottle disappeared, and as the other hands taped up the diaper snuggly onto the mouse. 

“Jackson! S-stop this!"

The hands weren’t done yet, as they brought Shane’s arms straight up, pulling his shirt off and tugging a new baby-blue onesie over him, and snapping it tightly over the thick diaper between his legs. In the confusion, the mouse didn't notice his own paw working against him as it rose up to his face, and a thumb stuck itself into his mouth. 

“Hmmph! Mmmmmphhh!” 

The blue of the onesie was perfectly contrasted by the red glow of the helpless mouse’s cheeks as the hands disappeared, leaving him sitting on the floor. His free paw shot down to the snaps, trying to undo them and get the garment off, but they held fast, his new outfit having different ideas of how he should be dressed. 

“Oh this is great, now you’re all set to have your accident!” Jackson declared, theatrically motioning at the mouse while pressing the middle button on the toy.

The small mouse on the screen stood up and turned around with his diaper facing the screen, lifted one leg up, scrunching his up, and Shane followed suit…