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A Messy Situation By Horatio Husky

Angello's heart pounded as he looked down, almost in slow motion, at the red solo cup he had just drunk from. The sounds of the party seemed to fade away as the sound of the ocean filled his ears. The room spun, he remembered losing his balance, and then nothing. He came to slowly, blearily opening his eyes to see wooden bars above him. "That's odd." the fox thought to himself, "I don't remember installing those above my bed." He shifted, and realized that he couldn't move his arms. The fox twisted his head up and squinted, his vision still a little blurry, and realized that his hands were strapped into the corners of the bed he was lying on. He tugged a little at the restraints to no avail. "What's going on here?" he thought to himself, as he looked around him. His eyes zeroed on what was wrapped around his thighs. His eyes grew wide as he realized that he was in a thick diaper, and to his surprise and mild horror that it was slightly damp.

His heart began to pound as things were beginning to click into place. Somebody must have spiked his drink, somebody must have kidnapped him, somebody must have placed him in what now he realized was a crib with a top over and most importantly somebody had put him in a diaper! As his vision finally snapped into focus, he also noticed that in the corner of the room a CCTV camera had its watchful eye trained on him, he squinted at it, and was about to say something when the door at the other end of the room opened. Padding on soft legs, and being followed by a large, striped tail, an anthropomorphic skunk glided into the room humming cheerfully. The skunk deposited something that he was carrying in a high chair below the camera which Angelo hadn't spotted yet and turned around to face him. "Good morning sleepy head!" the skunk chimed, as he padded over and began to unlock the crib. "You must be pretty hungry after such a long sleep!" The fox was about to protest at being forcibly kidnapped when the skunk shoved a pacifier into the fox's open maw and swiftly buckled it in place at the back of his head. "Oh we're not ready for big boy words quite yet!" he said, as he unstrapped his arms from the restraints and hoisted the poor, teal fox onto his hip.

Still rather woozy from whatever the skunk had put in his drink, the fox's head whirled as the skunk strode over to a rather sizable highchair and deposited him in it. Before the fox could properly react the skunk had strapped his ankles and wrists to the highchair and slide in the tray, completely preventing the fox from leaving his predicament. "Now let's put that diaper to use! Shall we?" the skunk stated, as he unscrewed the lid which Angelo could barely make out labeled as, "Baked Beans." The fox's stomach growled and he began to salivate. Although he was quite upset at the situation he was forcibly placed into he was quite famished and was beginning to drool a little as the skunk placed a bib on his chest, undid the pacifier gag, and picked out a spoonful out of the jar of beans. "Here comes to the choo-choo train!" the skunk exclaimed with glee, as he used his free hand to pinch the fox's nose and pushed the unwilling fox's maw open and inserted the beans.

The skunk continued to shovel beans into Angelo's foxes mouth barely giving him enough time to swallow before the next addition of beans was delivered to the still ravenous fox. After a few minutes, the fox had finished the jar and was beginning to get thirsty. The skunk, almost as if he had read the fox's mind, produced a large bottle of what Angelo realized was warm milk. Putting the bottle into the foxes mouth, he held it there as the fox gulped mouthful after mouthful of warm, honey-sweetened milk. Just as he thought his stomach was going to burst the bottle ran dry and the skunk removed it from Angelo's lips. Smiling, the skunk popped the pacifier gag back into the fox's mouth, rebuckled it, and stood back placing his hands on his hips to admire his handiwork. The fox stared at him, panting through the gag and feeling bloated after the large amount of food he had consumed.

Soon the bloated feeling turned into cramps, and Angelo realized that his tush was beginning to signal that it was going to let loose. Fox fought and strained against the restraints but to no avail. The cramps worsened and the skunk only watched on coily as the fox struggled to keep his bowels in check. The fox let out a large burst of gas and his face flushed with red, thoroughly embarrassed. "The milk must have been spiked as well!" was the last thought that ran through the fox's mind before the seat of his waiting diaper began to violently fill with his mess. His behind pulsed as his bowels relinquished his previous day's food into his waiting diaper. He sweated and panted as everything came out, creating a mess in his diaper. He wet during the process as well, and realized that he had just thoroughly used his diaper like an infant in front of the skunk, and he had almost no control of it.

Grinning, the skunk undid the straps on the highchair and lifted the poor, slightly smelly fox out of the highchair. With strong hands the skunk took him over to a changing table and once again incapacitated the fox by strapping him in. Angelo whined, feeling uncomfortable and scared at being handled so easily by the skunk. Placing a hand on the fox's messy behind the skunk began rubbing the fox's hot mess around. Pressing it against him, a constant reminder of the infantile state that he was in. Angelo felt utterly helpless as the skunk began to coo and speak in baby-talk to the fox as he rubbed the mess in his diaper, the fox blushed and ducked his head away from the skunk, utterly humiliated by him. Slow and definitively the skunk began to change his diaper, cleaning up his mess and taking great care to oil the fox up and cover him with baby powder. The fox shivered a little bit, as he was wiped up and cleaned. Rediapering him, the skunk undid the restraints once again and lifted the fox backup to his hip. "Time to meet the others!" he sang as they strode out of the room."

As they walked through the house Angelo heard voices, and turning a corner into a room was surprised to see three other figures in what seemed to be a child's playroom. A pink dragoness dressed in a onesie wearing a large diaper and gnawing on a teething ring, a fox dressed in a frilly lace dress that did a poor job of covering the thick padding that he was also wrapped in, and a rabbit who was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, but still had the obvious bulge of a diaper with its plastic peeking through the top of his shorts all sat in around in the playroom. "Kids, say hello to your new brother! Angelo!" The three turned from what they were doing to stare at the teal fox, who felt extremely self-conscious. The skunk pointed to each individual stating their names, "The little baby dragoness over there is named Jezebel, the pretty princess fox is named Penelope, and Mr. Big-Boy himself is named Harold." The rabbit, who the skunk referred to as 'Mr. Big-Boy' crossed his arms and smirked at Angelo, revealing his large front teeth as he did so. The dragoness had by this point lost interest and had returned to gnawing enthusiastically on the teething ring. Only the fox, named Penelope, seemed to be showing any signs of friendliness towards Angelo. The skunk set the teal fox down on the ground, stated in a sing-song tune, "Play nice," and swiftly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Now that the skunk had departed, the three adult babies turned around and peered at the fox, who began to feel even more self-conscious than he had previously. Standing up, the rabbit strode over to the fox and towered over him, his arms cross, with the top plastic frills of his diaper just peeking over his shorts. "Looks like I've got a new younger brother!" he proclaimed, his voice overly sweet as his grinned at Angelo, like a shark does at a minnow its about to swallow. The fox splayed his ears back and found himself unable to control a slight whimper coming from his maw. The fox that the skunk had dubbed as Penelope also stood up and walked over, he smiled at Angelo before turning with an irritated expression to Harold and poked him in the cheek, much to Harold's annoyance. "Don't be mean to him just because he's new! Just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you have to be so bossy." The rabbit in reply just stuck his pink tongue out at Penelope, before turning and walking over to a plastic kiddie table and grabbing something out from it. By this time Jezebel, the youngest of the three, had crawled over to see what was about to occur. The rabbit turned around and strode back holding in his arms a large baby bottle and various babyish restraints. He instructed the others to grab Angelo's arms, which they did so obediently with surprising ability.

Angelo struggled but to no use, the rabbit placed mittens over his paws, booties over his foot paws, and threw a onesie over his head. Jezebel and Penelope turned him over as the rabbit fastened the bottom of the onesie with a click, which Angelo realized must have meant that the onesie couldn't be taken off without access to a lock. He squirmed but no longer struggled as much as he did previously, untying the pacifier gag from him Harold promptly inserted the nipple of the bottle into the unwilling maw of Angelo who, once again, was forced to drink from a baby bottle until his stomach began to ache with how bloated he felt. At last he finished his second bottle of the day, and before he could even whimper was once again gagged by Harold. The three picked the poor fox up, and hoisted him over to an enormous play pen in the corner of the room where they began to strap him into restraints, each leading to a corner of the playpen splaying his limbs out in all directions. They all looked down on him, unable to move and soon, he knew, unable to control his bladder and bowels.

Harold reached down with a paw and began to rub the front of the fox's diaper, his cotton tail twitching with glee as he did so. Angelo moaned with embarrassment and, to his surprise, a degree of pleasure as the rabbit pushed the thick padding around his diaper area. Before he knew it Angelo began to feel cramps in his midsection, and he grimaced as the discomfort shot through him, Penelope giggled, and Jezebel out right laughed with glee as Angelo let out a fart, muffled by his thick padding. Angelo tried his best, but once again whatever was in the bottle he had just been forced to drink did its work, and he began to heavily wet and mess his diaper. Harold cooed and spoke baby talk to Angelo, mockingly consoling him for being unable to hold it. Giving his diaper once last rub, the three adult babies gathered themselves up, and left the playpen. Jezebel shut the gate behind her, and waved bye-bye to Angelo, who was left strapped with his dirty diaper and his own thoughts in the play pen. Angelo's cramps began to subside, and he panted through the pacifier gag. He felt utterly exhausted. Faintly pulling at the restraintings grasping his limbs, he found that his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and before he knew it the fox had fallen fast asleep, like a little baby in his soiled diapers.