Do not Test the Powers that Be - Chapter 1

Written as a collaboration with Lundo (Who’s patreon you can find here: https://www.patreon.com/Lundo) this is the first part of a story involving some fun babysitting, mental AR and weight gain shenanigans!

Do not Test the Powers that be - Chapter 1

Do not test the powers that be,

Curses, hexes and spells you’ll see,

Cosmic powers of these hands divine,

Will mold you till your heart is mine…

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“I’m here for the babysitting… job?”

Jimmy had to stop his jaw from dropping as he took in the sight in front of him. The overweight and flabby body of the green racoon in front of him was dominating his entire view, his smile pulling his huge cheeks apart as they made eye contact. Small horns were sprouting from his head, the small and obsidian black a stark contrast to the bright white of his teeth that were glistening on full display.

“JIMMY!” The racoon grabbed him into a huge bear hug, the wolf feeling his breath start to escape at a rapid rate of knots.

“Rye! Come on sport put him down!”

Jimmy coughed and sputtered as he regained his footing on the porch. Barely able to adjust to having seen the mass of the first racoon, a second one appeared in the doorway.. He came to one side of Rye and patted him on the tummy, letting the flabby mass bounce around a little to his amusement before lifting him near effortlessly onto his waist.

“Hah, he doesn’t know his own strength at times. Sorry about that”

For every pound of fat on Rye this guy had a pound of muscle. Bulging biceps and well toned thighs stretched the outfit he was wearing around them. Rye must have weighed over three hundred pounds but to this guy it was like lifting an oversized pillow.

“That… that’s your baby?!” Jimmy’s breath was heavy as he tried to balance himself and take stock of what had just happened “He’s… he’s huge!”

The raccoon glared at him as he pulled his car keys from his pocket and started to twirl his key ring in his fingers, the item joined to a set of small charms that all resembled various animals

“That’s a tad rude dude! Sure, my kiddo is a little portly for a little one but you know how baby fat can be!”

Jimmy shook his head “Baby fat? Sir, he’s not a baby, he's clearly just as old as me!”

“Well then you should get along like a house on fire!” he put Rye back down and moved past Jimmy, heading towards his SUV parked in the driveway. “There’s plenty of security around the house so don’t worry. I’ll be keeping an eye on both of you! I’ve got to get to the gym and then a weights session so I won’t be back till about eleven. Thanks for covering!”

The wolf didn’t get another word in before he’d closed the car door and sped off down the street. Turning back around to look at Rye he tried to work out what to do next. Did he run? Did he try to find another job tonight? This one had paid pretty well but maybe it…

“Mr Jimmy…” Rye started to look down at the floor, twisting his foot back and forth on his big toe as a blush came to his face “Daddy said you’d make me some dinner so…”

Jimmy sighed. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, there was something adorable about this giant racoon baby. There was no way he was actually a child, the features of an overweight man were clear as day but his outfit was absurdly babyish. A massive onesie, snapped shut around his crotch, was adorned with little colorful deer, bouncing back and forth across the breadth of his stomach as it stretched to accommodate his front.

But beneath that onesie was something even more bizarre. A huge, oversized baby diaper was poking out either side, the edges of its designs running up the leak guards. It pushed the onesie down towards the raccoon's legs and forced them several inches apart.

“I… I guess I can do that” Jimmy grimaced, walking up to the door “What do you eat Rye?”

A huge smile once again adorned Rye’s face “My Daddy makes me these big shakes! They’re my “big baby baba’s!”

“Your… what?”

“Baba’s! For big babies! Like me!” He stood up straight and put his hands on his hips, posing dramatically.

“Uh-huh” Jimmy snuck past Rye’s huge body, ducking under his pose as he made his way inside.

Walking up to the house, Jimmy had no idea what to expect of the interior. But it certainly wasn’t what he then saw in front of him.

Dark cedar walls lined the hallway, the dull yellow bulbs hanging from the ceiling producing light that only seemed to be absorbed by the sheer depth of the wooden lacquer. Trophy heads adorned the left side, some intact while others were simply small skulls, clean and brilliantly white against the wall they were attached to.

“This… this is weird…”

“Huh?” Rye cocked his head “What’s weird?”

Jimmy looked back and shook his head “Nothing… Nothing…” he walked forward a few steps, trying to find the next door. He grabbed a small brass doorknob he saw to his left a few feet down and opened it.

Considering the hallway he’d just come out of, the kitchen was remarkably standard. A few oil paintings, some depicting strange shapes and buildings, were the only really odd things of note.

“So… where’s these “baba’s” Rye?”

The racoon leapt in front of the wolf, nearly knocking him down as he headed for the fridge, opening it with gusto and pulling out an enormous baby bottle. It’s nipple was larger than most bottle tops, the hole designed to allow for easy suckling clearly far, far larger than any smaller individual could hope to ingest safely.

“Here! This one is my favorite! It’s got vanilla and strawberry in it!”

Jimmy took the bottle in both hands and shook it. The mixture inside moved around slowly, a thick sludge that was clearly some kind of horrendous mix of sugar and fat.

“So… you just drink this or…?”

“Daddy feeds me, I can’t feed myself! I’m just a baby!”

A horrible realization came over Jimmy as he felt the cold side of the bottle start to numb his hand. How the hell was he going to feed this kid?!

“Do you like… lie down for her somewhere?”

“Yeah, we’ve got a big sofa! Lemme show you!”

Jimmy followed the large raccoon into the lounge, his mouth dropping further at what he saw. One end was set up as a miniature gym, a treadmill and weights in one corner ready for use. The other was a playpen, nothing but oversized cute bright baby toys scattered about with plushies leant against the walls. Directly behind the pen was the sofa, an enormous beast that could’ve housed five people in front of the huge TV that lay beyond it.

“Holy…”

“You like it?! I’ll make sure to clean up, I’ll put everything back in the toy-box before bedtime!”

Jimmy didn’t respond, he just followed Rye towards the sofa with the bottle in hand, expecting himself to wake up at any moment. It was like walking into an alternate reality, his previous babysitting experience the only thing keeping him grounded to the present.

“So ummm… Rye, sit down on the sofa and I’ll…”

The raccoon bounded over with surprising speed to the seat, setting himself down with a huge smile and looking back expectantly at Jimmy.

“You’re… very good?” The compliment came out as a surprised question.

“Thank you!” Rye squirmed on the sofa, his tail visibly wagging. Following him to the seat, Jimmy made his way over to the other side of the sofa and shifted to a comfortable spot.

“Lay your head on my lap, I think that's the best way to do this…”

Rye followed the instruction, his pudgy face staring up at the wolf. Jimmy couldn’t deny the kid looked utterly adorable like this.

“Open wide, make sure to keep suckling ok?”

Rye nodded as the bottle went in, his face going from a huge smile to a calmed drowsy state almost as soon as the milk started flowing into his mouth. The sheer size of the thing meant Jimmy was forced to switch hands half way through, his arm tiring from holding up the huge amount of milk that the oversized baby was consuming. Rye simply continued his slow and steady suckling, his tummy moving up and down with every gulp as it accommodated his dinner. Instinctually Jimmy started to rub it, his babysitting experience kicking in. The response from the raccoon was simply to squirm a little and move into the motions.

Eventually the bottle was drained, the final squirts of milk loudly announcing themselves as the nipple let the air through it. Jimmy removed it from Rye’s maw, letting the oversized baby relax a little before patting him on the tummy.

“Thank you Jimmy” the raccoon's eyes were drooping slightly, the sheer amount of milk clearly making him a little drowsy.

“You’re… very cute when you’re feeding” Jimmy tried to compliment the boy as best he could, his mind still trying to take everything in.

“Can… Can I have pudding?”

“Pudding?” Jimmy’s mouth dropped “But… you’ve had so much already…”

“Yeah but I get ice cream after dinner if I’m good” he put his hands up to his chest, his eyes going into a puppy dog state “Pleeeeeeease”

Jimmy felt a laugh come to his muzzle. This was all just too ridiculous at this point.

“I don’t think you should have any more to eat. You’re already so big!” he patted Rye’s tummy, a small growl the response.

“Hey! I’m not that big. Daddy says I just have baby fat…”

“It’s a little more than that…” Jimmy moved himself out from under the raccoons head and stood up “Come on, let’s get you up and playing”

“But I want ice cream! I’ve been good!” Rye stayed lying on the sofa, crossing his arms.

Jimmy just ignored him and started looking for a toy to distract him. Oversized plastic keys, bouncy balls, and soft books all immediately caught his eye but it was a huge deer plush that he eventually settled on.

“Awww, but Mr. Deer wants to play! Come on Rye, you don’t need to have ice cream…”

“He’s not called Mr Deer!” Rye sat up and frowned “You’re being mean.”

Jimmy tried to draw himself up but even sat down Rye could easily meet his eyes without looking up.

“I am not being mean. I’m in charge today, and I don’t think you should get fatter and have ice cream!”

Rye looked down, his frown still obvious “You’re a meanie.”

Jimmy sighed “Fine, I’m a meanie. You can tell your Daddy that when he gets home.”

Just as Rye was about to respond again a huge belch came from his muzzle. All the milk had clearly finally settled and left the air ready to blast out in one fell swoop. Jimmy giggled again, this time finding it almost adorable again rather than the frustration he’d been suffering from for the last few minutes.

“Awww, baby made burpies!” he patted Rye’s tummy, the raccoon returning to a pout as he was teased.

“Hmph! You… you’re…” Rye’s face started to contort “Urr… gotta…”

Jimmy watched as the huge raccoon got to his feet, leaning forward as his knees bent, putting him into a squat. The wolf recognised immediately what this position was and his eyes widened in shock.

“Oh god are you…”

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With an almighty noise from his rear, Rye pushed a huge load into the back of his diapers, his onesie drooping downwards almost immediately as it started to accommodate what he was forcing it to deal with. The bulge was easily noticeable from the back, the mess squishing and finding what room it could inside the babyish padding.

Jimmy meanwhile was in shock. He’d been prepared to have to change messy diapers, he always was, but not one this big. His brain couldn’t even begin to process the logistics as Rye’s initial loud grunts turned to little strained pushing sounds as he finished.

“Mppphh…” he put his thumb in his mouth and looked up at Jimmy, his eyes once again glossing over as he said more with his expression than words ever could.

“I… how…” Jimmy stuttered, trying to work out what to do next.

“I... I think I need a new diaper…”

“I’ll say!” Jimmy responded without a beat “I just… you’re so big…”

Rye huffed again “Fine. I’ll wait till Daddy gets home and say you didn’t give me ice cream or change me. You’ll be in so much…”

“Ok, ok.” Jimmy interrupted “Look, let’s get you to the nursery I’ll… I’ll try and work out what to do with you there…”

Rye giggled and started waddling back towards the lounge door, his legs noticeably splayed a little and unsteady as he adjusted to the new weight at the back and between his thighs. The smell wafted just past Jimmy’s nose as he followed behind, his muzzle curling up as he forced himself to breathe through his mouth for a while.

“My nursery is next door! It’s the best!”

“I’m sure it… woah”

Jimmy’s jaw once again started making its way to the floor as he beheld the sight of the raccoon’s bedroom. A reinforced wooden crib, massive bars thicker than his arm going four feet above the already raised bottom, dominated the back wall. A mobile, decorated with the little wild animals that were clearly a theme of the house, turned slowly above the pillows with a slightly tinkling sound. Against the right side of the room was an equally huge changing table, the open sections beneath it piled high with enormous diapers that were covered in adorable babyish prints. Rye made his way over to it, every step taken with an increasingly ridiculous stride as if the diaper was trying to make him fall over.

“I just lie down here and let Daddy change me…” he said sheepishly “He lifts me up on it, but you look a bit… ummm…”

“I’ve not got as big muscles as…”

“Weedy! That’s what Daddy says!”

Jimmy sighed “Compared to your Daddy... yeah maybe.” He patted Rye’s butt and immediately felt the soft mess squish up against the raccoon’s bottom. He cringed a little realising he’d probably made the job harder for himself.

“Ok, up you get. Let’s get you in a fresh diaper before this one stinks up the whole house”

Rye pouted and climbed up on the table, crossing his arms as he looked at the wolf “You’re a meanie.”

“Yeah well, you’re a stinker” Jimmy smirked as he gathered up the supplies from under the table “I didn’t even know they made diapers this big…”

“My Daddy gets them from a store down the street. The lady behind the counter says I look really cute in my short-alls, so he likes going there”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. He’d never heard of a store selling huge adult diapers anywhere nearby. Then again he’d never really looked for them…

“Alright Rye, lift your legs up, I’ve got to get your big butt clean”

The raccoon huffed as he pulled his legs back and pushed his bottom in the air. Jimmy unsnapped the onesie that was holding the padding in place and got a proper look at what he was dealing with.

The diaper was stretching pretty hard to keep itself close to Rye’s thighs, its leg guards just about staying in contact as the weight of the mess and the soaked padding at the front threatened to pull it down his legs. Any longer in it and the raccoon would’ve been leaking on the floor. The patterns were all but indistinguishable, the baby designs on the new diaper Jimmy had picked out totally soaked out of existence.

“Ok… Ummm…”

“You gotta undo the tapes and…”

“I know how to change a diaper Rye” Jimmy scowled “I just… You really filled this one and…”

Rye let his legs fall back down to the table, the diaper squishing beneath him “You’re not a very good babysitter”

Jimmy felt the words sting a little at his pride. He’d done a great job until finding out he’d have to take care of a baby twice his size.

“Fine, let’s just get this over with”

The wolf carefully pulled the huge tapes open and let the diaper slacken under the raccoon’s huge tummy. The rolls of flab caught the top of the waistband, forcing Jimmy to pull it from under them.

“Oooof!”

The smell was overpowering as the contents of the diaper were released to the open air. Jimmy sped up to try and avoid having to deal with it, pulling the diaper free and rolling it up as quickly as he could. Thankfully the huge pail Rye used was within easy reach and the old diaper was gone within seconds.

“Right… wipes…”

Jimmy started to pull the mess off of Rye’s huge green bottom, each huge wipe cleaning him with surprising ease. He’d never seen this brand before, but he made a note to try and find out where to get them.

Rye giggled “The wipes tickle!”

Jimmy ignored the raccoon as he grabbed a bottle of powder, just as oversized as everything else, and began to throw big puffs over Ryes crotch. In no time at all his diaper area was a clean mix of white and green, ready for a new diaper.

“Right, legs up Rye!”

The raccoon obeyed, lifting his legs into the air to let Jimmy get the new diaper under him. Thankfully babysitting practice paid off, and he managed to tape Rye into his new underwear with hardly any adjustment needed. Snapping the onesie back together was all he needed to do after that and Rye let him do it without complaint.

“Right! All done!” Jimmy wiped his hands clean and used some of the hand cream on the table “Let’s get you back to the playpen”

Rye hopped off the table and adjusted himself, smiling at the wolf “Thank you for changing me Mr Jimmy”

He looked back and smiled. That was kind of cute, certainly made a change from the bratty kids he sometimes had to change.

“No problem champ. But maybe don’t make me need to do it again tonight alright?”

Rye giggled “I dunno when I go silly!” he waddled out of the nursery, Jimmy following along as the huge raccoon headed back towards his toys “Hey, you wanna play?”

Jimmy sighed, reminding himself that this was part of the job. Just a much bigger job this time.

“Sure, what ya got kiddo?”