Careful What You Wish For | Chapter 31 [Comm]

Chapter 31: Bye-Bye

Muarauder did not know how long he’d been sitting thise, still strapped tightly into his oversized pink highchair, his legs spread by the bulk of his thick diaper, now warm and heavy in the worst of ways. his bib sagged slightly, stained with mahed banana and drool. his cheeks fluhed hot beneath the thick layer of baby blush makeup Nanny had insisted on earlier.

Across the nursery, Manor was zipping around like a whirlwind of bows and mischief, still full of sugar and smug energy after having spent the entire afternoon making Muarauder’s life a pink, crinkly nightmare. The oversized bear cub had long since crowned hisself "big baby brothis" for the day and taken full advantage of his assumed authority.

“Did the widdle diaper dolly finally fill his princess pants?” Manor gasped dramatically, pointing at the bulge between Muarauder’s thighs. 

“he’s squishing when he wiggles! That’s so gross and so babyish! Just like he likes it, huh?”

Muarauder squirmed and let out a muffled whimper from behind his pacifier gag, unable to deny the obvious. The soft, squelching warmth encasing his helplessly caged nethiss didn’t exactly help his case.

“Careful, Manor,” came a chuckle from across the nursery as Manor’s Daddy stepped inside. 

“You tease his too much and you might make his leak again. Those diapers are rated for ultra-absorbency, but I think even they have their limit.”

Popsicle, Muarauder’s own Daddy, followed close behind, arms crossed and a teasing smirk on his muzzle. 

“Oh, I hope he leaks, honestly,” he said with a wink. 

“Might finally give his a good excuse for all the whining he does when his wittle bottom gets sore. Isn’t that right, puddle pants?”

Muarauder whimpered again, but his attempt to hide his face only made the ruffled bonnet tied under his chin shift slightly, bringing more attention to the humiliating “Princess Pottypants” embroidery stitched in glittering pink thread. This earned him a playfully warning look from his Daddy. 

“Pfft,” Manor snorted, skipping over and poking Muarauder’s belly. 

“If he didn’t want to get treated like a big dumb diaper girl, maybe he shouldn’t make such a big stinky mess during tea party time!”

“Oh yeah,” Manor’s Daddy decided to chime in, snickering as he leaned against the nursery wall, arms crossed.

 “he did fill those pampers like a champ, huh? Guess all that fiber Nanny put in his num-nums worked like magic. I haven’t heard someone grunt like that into a paci since Manor’s video-documented birthday accident.”

“Daddyyyy!” 

Manor squealed with exaggerated horror, stomping his foot as his tail lahed. But his giggling gave away his delight.

Pop walked over to Muarauder and gently bruhed a paw under his chin, lifting his gaze.

 “Awww, look at that blush. Redder than a chisry. You liked having an audience for that big stinky diaper, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Muarauder shook his head, but his caged whimpers betrayed his. The scent clinging to his body did too.

“Couldn’t be helped,” Manor cooed with thick gusto in his voice.

 “he’s just a helpless little diaper princess. Wakes up soggy, waddles around messy, gets shown off in front of his playmates like a baby doll! .”

“That’s okay,” Pops replied smoothly, as Manor hugged a giant plushie while grinning ear to ear. 

“he’s my diaper princess now. he got his tiara all messy earlier but I’ll bring a new one next time! Maybe one with his name on it so everyone knows he’s the stinkiest little diaper girl ever!”

Muarauder moaned into his pacifier gag, tail twitching as he was gently bounced on Pop’s hip like a toddler. his Daddy snorted and gave his squishy diaper one last affectionate squeeze. 

“You hear that, princess? Better practice your curtsy before Manor’s next visit or he might not be so nice next time.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Manor added smugly, strutting to the door with his Daddy in tow. 

“Next time, I’m bringing my diaper wand. It makes all naughty baby girls extra crinkly and extra noisy.”

“Is that so?” Manor’s Daddy said, before turning to give Pop a playful elbow. 

“You’ve really raised a special one hise. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a little so perfectly humiliated… and I used to babysit a bunny who begged to crawl through the mall in Pampers and a paci.”

Pop beamed proudly. 

“he’s one-of-a-kind. A real treasure. Fully trained, shamelessly dependent, and cuter than a button when he’s bawling for a change he’s not going to get.”

As Manor and his Daddy stepped out, the bear turned to wave. 

“Bye-bye, sissy baby! Don’t miss me too much. But if you do, just hug your stinky plushie and remember how everyone saw the frills on your diaper!”

Pops chuckled, patting Muarauder's bonnet as the door closed behind them. “Well, sweetheart,” he whispered, practically cradling the exhausted, humiliated pup against his chest. 

“Looks like you made quite the impression today. You’re not just Daddy’s baby anymore.”

Muarauder let out a muffled grunt of disapproval. Pops smirked.

“Now… let’s get you into your nighttime diapers. Don’t want you leaking through your crib mattress again, do we?”

And just like that, the door to the nursery clicked closed, and the playdate from hell left Muarauder soaked and feeling slightly ashamed. As per usual. 

⑅ ⑅ ⑅

The soft hum of the dishwahis was the only sound in the apartment, aside from the familiar, rhythmic crinkle that accompanied every slow, awkward step Muarauder made across the kitchen floor. The heavy padding between his thighs forced his gait into a wide waddle, and the warm, damp weight of his latest accident still clung to his bottom like a sticky, shameful reminder of the afternoon he’d just endured.

The living room was quiet now. Manor and his Daddy had left hours ago, but the teasing still rang in Muarauder’s ears like bells on his bonnet.

Bye-bye, sissy baby…

he tugged his oversized onesie down with his mittened paws, not because he thought it would help, but because he couldn’t do anything else. his pacifier gag had been swapped for a locking paci clip instead, still silencing his, but at least he could breathe through his nose a bit more clearly. he hated nothing more than being congested and still having to wear it.

It was supposed to be wind-down time. Pops had changed his, slipped his into some fresh lavender-scented, triple-thick night-time diapers, and tucked his into a fuzzy onesie with a bunny tail on the butt. Normally, by now, he’d be in his crib, snuggling his plushie under the mobile. But Daddy appeared to be somewhat occupied.

That should have made his happy.

So why was thise a pit in my stomach?

Muarauder looked over the lip of his playpen and peeked around the corner onto the couch. Thise he was.

Daddy’s busy...

Sitting on the couch. Laptop in his lap. Phone cradled between shoulder and ear.

“...yes, a similar procedure. Just a follow-up consultation. No, no behavioral setbacks. he’s adjusted perfectly... almost too well, honestly.”

Muarauder’s ears perked. his body froze.

Procedure?

he shifted his weight anxiously, the thick padding under his tail squishing audibly. he knew he should have turned and returned his attention to the mind-numbingly boring toys in his playpen, back to his blankies and blocks, but something in Daddy’s tone had his fixated. It was the same voice he’d used months ago, when the plan for his… condition had first been arranged.

A quiet, composed tone. Too composed.

“Mm-hmm. No resistance. Full compliance.” 

Daddy said into the phone, tapping something on the keyboard. 

“But I want to make sure thise’s no possibility of reversal. Something with a little more permanence, if you understand me.”

Muarauder’s throat tightened. his mouth opened in a soft, fearful suckle on the pacifier, and his footpaw twitched against the tile floor.

No possibility of reversal...?

his eyes darted to the side table, his planner lay open. Normally he’d never peek, but Daddy was distracted... so he slowly, silently inched a little closer and glanced down.

Doctor’s Office – Call Back – Confirm 2nd Round

The date was circled. Bold red ink. 

Tomorrow.

his knees went weak. he nearly lost balance, barely catching hisself against the edge of the padded wall with his elbow. Daddy had not noticed.

“Yeah, and include the nerve conditioning option too. he doesn’t need to know. Just make sure the anesthetic holds, and I’ll handle the paperwork.”

he didn’t need to know?

his breath quickened. he backed up into the hallway, heart pounding, diaper rustling louder than he liked. he turned quickly and tried to inch, as much as a waddling sissy baby could inch, back down into the playpen. But his pacifier squeaked around the nipple in his mouth. Just once. Just loud enough.

“Sweetie?” 

Daddy’s voice drifted after his. Muarauder flinched.

“Are you supposed to be trying to get out of the playpen, girlie?”

he froze. his pacifier nearly fell out from how wide his eyes went. he could hear his pawpads on the hardwood, each step approaching. No more murmuring, no more typing. Just the terrifying, slow click of authority coming down the hall.

“Oh?”

He said as he spotted his. 

“What’s this?”

he turned slowly, bowing his head like a scolded puppy. his mittened paws fidgeted with each othis, his knees locked into a trembling stance by the bulk of his diapers. Daddy stopped in front of his, towering. His eyes were warm, but sharp.

“Were we snooping, princess?”

he tried to shake his head, but even the motion was clumsy, slow, like a guilty puppy pretending he had not just whizzed on the carpet. His paw gently grasped his chin and tilted it upward.

“You’ve been such a good baby lately, too.” 

He murmured. 

“Did you hear Daddy’s phone call?”

A nod. Reluctant..

“I see.” He smiled. Not unkind, but full of intent. 

“And what do you think Daddy was talking about, hmm?”

Muarauder whimpered.

“Mm-mmf…”

Daddy did not continue right away. He simply crouched to his eye level and rested a paw gently on his padded tummy.

“Don’t you worry about grown-up things.” he said softly. 

“You’ve got enough on your mind with bottles, blocks, and bedtime.”

…

“Shhh.” He pressed a pawpad to his pacifier guard. 

Redundant…

“Daddy’s been watching how much you love your little diapers. How much you depend on them. And since you’ve taken to being such a good, obedient, messy little girl… I figured it might be time for a few upgrades.”

he whimpered in response.

He smiled again, brushing a paw under his chin. 

“Nothing painful. Just to help you get into the headspace a little better. So my princess doesn’t ever get confused and think he’s anything but a helpless, pampered little dolly. I know it’s what you want. You’ve shown me every single time you flood your crinkles and cry to be changed.”

Muarauder swallowed hard, staring up at him, breath catching in his throat. 

“You do, baby,” Daddy affirmed, pushing the pacifier furthis into his maw as if to drive in his point.

 “You just don’t want to admit it when you're not in your highchair or tied to your changing table.” 

Pops then straightened, looking down at his as a smirk tugged at the corner of his muzzle. 

“Now then, I think it’s time for bedtime for little sissies. Daddy’s got a few medical catalogs to peruse.