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Chapter 18 (NSFW)

A rather squirmy leopard, a full diaper, a nervously suckled pacifier, and a blushy expression on Scott's face greeted the rabbit as she padded softly into the converted living room, tsk-tsking gently as an amused and mock exasperated expression came over her face.

"It seems like we are having a little trouble keeping our pants dry, huh?" her nose twitched, and she raised her head slightly, looking to the side as if in concentration as she sniffed the air delicately. "Not to mention, if my senses don't deceive me, we might have a little mud butt on our hands too! Let's check for certain."

Striding over to the helplessly hanging leopard she slipped two fingers into the frontal lining of Scott's soaked diaper, causing him furthered embarrassment as the rabbit took no heed to his feelings of shyness and infantility as she checked to see how helplessly he had used his padding. "Hmmm, we sure do have a heavy wetter on ours hands, don't we sweetie? Now, what about you little tushie." Looking at him with a gentle sincerity she asked him, "Did we have to mess as well?" Scott bowed his head a little, and, unable to help himself, let out a small mewl of acknowledgement. The leopard's tail rode up his legs until it curled itself around his right thigh, ears pressing down against his head as his shame expressed itself on his entire composure.

The rabbit was swift to comfort. Warm arms were wrapped around Scott's body as his caretaker brought him into a firm, loving embrace. The rigidness from his muscles melted away as he sank into the rabbits embrace, feeling every tension disappear into nothing as he closed his eyes, feeling incredibly relaxed as the rabbit nuzzled his cheek with her nose and chin. She smiled at him sweetly then bumped her nose against his, letting out a little happy chirp as she did so. He smiled back at her goofily, touched at her unabashed display of affection, feeling her love coming off of her like radiation from a star.

Her mouth scrunched in a corner and her eyes drifted to the side once again, as if in concentration, and she slid a paw down to the seat of his diapers. She patted the bottom of his padding, inspecting its surface before squeezing it gently, pressing the white cat's mess against his backside, further reminding him of the helpless situation he was in. He whined softly, and she hushed him saying, "Now now, no need to be upset. Little babies use diapers when they need to go and that's okay, I wouldn't have it any other way now kitty." She nuzzled his cheek again, this time planting a small kiss causing his face to make an impressive attempt at imitating the hue of a ripe cherry.

Patting the front of his soaked diapers, the rabbit reached up and began to unfasten Scott's trapped paws, allowing him to lower them to his sides before she lifted him up and out of the baby bouncer; Scott still marveling at her effortless display of strength. From her apron she withdrew a collar, thick blue leather lined the outside while a soft, fur like material lined the interior, looking almost cartoonishly comfortable. Scott hadn't noticed that his collar had been removed earlier, probably when I was sleeping, he thought to himself. Bowing his head somberly, he allowed the rabbit to take charge and place the collar around his neck, buckling it on snuggly. Although not tight at all, and as comfortable as he had expected the internal material to feel against his body, the fit was snug enough that he figured he'd struggle to get more than a claw under it, let alone a finger. It's presence constantly announced itself under the firm pressure it provided, but Scott didn't mind too much. In the leopard's mine the collar's presence was a reminder that the rabbit was always there for him and in control, a control and care that was designed with what was best for him. After all, what did he know about being in charge he thought to himself, the end of his tail twitching as he allowed himself to feel a little thrill of helplessness, remembering the soiled state of his padding.

The rabbit attached a leash to a ring on the front of the collar, and commanded, "Come on kitten, let's get you into something more appropriate." A quizzical feeling pulled at the back of his mind at the wording at the end of her sentence. A feeling that was quickly replaced as he shuffled forward behind her, following her as she grasped his leash in her right paw. Each movement of his reminded him of the babyish impression he would give off to anyone observing. A fully grown white leopard, toddling pathetically in wet and messy pampers while being lead on a leash by his caretaker, happily suckling away at his pacifer as he did so. And he would not have had it any other way.

The two ascended the stairs, the rabbit padding up deliberately and patiently as the leopard toddled up the steps; she kept the leash loose, as if to show her charge she knew he wouldn't dare and try and make her tug on it. No, Scott was a good baby kitten, the leash was just there to remind him of who was the fur in charge. He waddled obediently up the stairs, cringing a little as he felt the contents of his padding press and shift against him. Whatever diapers the rabbit had been putting him in, and Scott no longer thought that she was using the ones he himself had ordered, they barely drooped, and only bulged out a little at the seat and the front where he had had his little accidents. Blushing at the thought of them being 'accidents' the two reached the top of the stairs and the rabbit lead him into his nursery.

"Hop hop! My little bunny," the rabbit cooed at him, as she patted the changing table with a soft paw, holding his leash in the other. He hesitated, knowing full well what was going to happen and that the rabbit knew it too. He turned and half-lifting, half-jumping planted himself onto the table. An audible "Boof!" noise and crinkle escaped his messy padding, and the mess that had been pressing against him was now forcibly pushed against his bottom, making him feel the full extent of his well used padding.

His caretaker hummed softly as she usually did, and pushed him gently onto his back. Grasping his wrists she buckled them into the cuffs at the upper ends of the table, before doing the same to his ankles. Scott's body tensed as he was incapacitated, squirming around as another strap was brought over his stomach, securing him in place. The rabbit clapped her hands together softly, and smiled down at the now very restrained white kitty. "Now then, I think it's time for your punishment, little one. Babies don't learn how to behave if they don't have consequences! After all, I'm only punishing you because I want what's best because I love my little baby kitty." At the last words she placed a paw on the leopard's stomach and scratched affectionately.

Scott shivered a little as she spoke, her voice was so alluring yet commanding he couldn't help feel genuinely ashamed that he had disappointed her, and he whimpered a little into his pacifier. Scott wanted to be a good baby kitty for his rabbit, he realized, as he drew solace from the 'nyuk-nyuking' sound coming from his pacifier. His excitement and edge grew a familiar bulge began to form on the front of his padding, one that the rabbit seemed to take notice of.

She giggled, and placed a finger paw on top of it, gently pushing down on it. Scott moaned in response, the suckles on his pacifier increasing in intensity as she lightly stimulated his member. "Looks like somebody is a little excited to be getting changed out of his little kitty diapers! Wowie, don't we think we're a big boy, we'll have to take care of that, my sweet little Scotty. After all, good little baby kitties don't make stickies in their crinkles!" Scott's eyes were half-closed as the rabbit gently grasped the front of his still soaked diaper and squeezed teasingly, causing him to out a sound of pleasure and slight frustration.

"I've got just the thing too, I'll be right back my little tent-pitcher!" She turned, and padded over to the closet where she once more opened up just enough for her to be able to retrieve her desired prizes without revealing the rest of its contents. She turned around, and in her palm rested what Scott had guessed she was looking for. A white chastity cage rested in the pads of her handpaws, practically the same color as his own white fur. "It'll blend right into your coat! My little baby's peepee won't be causing him troubles anymore! Now then, let's get you nice and cleaned for your little member's safety cage!"

Scott's heart rate increased as the rabbit slipped off his shorts, swiftly untapping his diaper and revealing his now fully enlarged erection. Paying no mind to his obvious stimulation the rabbit worked away at his fur with wipes, powder, and lotion to clean him from his previous padding's contents and prepare him for his next. Prodding his thigh gently the leopard raised his bottom high in the air, the rabbit then placing his fresh padding beneath him. Scott looked up from his place on the changing table, his pacifier suckling increasing in speed instinctually as he saw the rabbit staring at his enlarged member, tapping her bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Now then, how are we going to get you to shrink down for your little cage? You're much too excited now to be able to fit, and I wouldn't want to hurt my little leopard baby!" Her eyes suddenly lit up, as an idea sparked into mind. She giggled, and retrieving a pacifier gag from one of the cubbies beneath the changing table. Walking over to Scott she replaced his pacifier with the gag, buckling it in securely. He looked at her curiously as she walked back over to the changing area of the changing table, wondering what she had planned. The rabbit turned and leaned down, her lips inches away from his throbbing penis, and gazed directly into Scott's now very wide eyes, half smiling she spoke up, softer than before, "I think we'll just have to give the baby what he wants. That, of course, before locking him up for good."