Commission: The new office baby.
#11 of Commission
The rabbit stumbled down the hall a little, feeling a bit light in his head and slippery on his feet. His boss, Logan, noticed his unease with manoeuvring the hallways, and headed over. He was taller, despite being three years younger, and looked at the rabbit's eyes. With a soft grin, the fox made a small offer.
"Rhys, you don't look too well."
"I don't feel that good either." The rabbit replied. "A bit dizzy and all."
"It's dangerous to drive home in such a condition." The rabbit nodded, grabbing for a nearby doorpost for stability.
"I know." He replied, swirling around a little.
"Well, I can't have you around in such a condition. What if you just come to my apartment and rest a little?" The rabbit looked at the fox, nodding.
"Yeah... sounds good..."
After a short trip, the fox arrived at his home with the rabbit, who was still stumbling around. He felt unbalanced, somewhat like forgetting how to walk straight. He sat down on a couch, staring blankly ahead as his mind spun around. The fox returned with a few drinks, though he inquired his employee was feeling.
"Any better?" The rabbit shook his head, falling back onto the couch to rest. Hearing such, the fox continued forward, only to trip on the carpet and spilling the drinks over the rabbit's clothes. This left him sticky and cold, in a most uncomfortable state.
"D'ah! Cold!" The rabbit's head cleared to notice the biting cold that invested in his clothes, making the situation awkward and uneasy.
"Excuse me. The bathroom is down the hall." With stumbling steps, he headed to a door and left the scene. He cleaned himself, trying to make sure he appeared 'reasonable'. However, the drinks left some quite embarrassing stains, making him insecure about leaving. "Come on, it's just lemonade and medice!"
"Lemonade?"
"I got a DUI, now get out!" The rabbit groaned in reply, which echoed closer.
"I... my clothes aren't really fit for that." The fox sniggered with a fiendish grin, before walking off.
"Don't worry, I have just the thing." Logan headed to a large cabinet, smirking as he did, opening it to reveal a few stacks of clothes. The fox smirked as he pulled out a kiddyroo and a tee, sniggering in his hand hand as he knocked on the bathroom door. "I have some spare 'clothes' here." The rabbit pushed the door open, just a little, before pulling them in.
"Are you serious?" The rabbit asked.
"It's only for here. Once your clothes are dry and cleaned." The fox said, grabbing the clothes the rabbit gave him, which he put aside, not intending to clean them at all. The rabbit came out, wearing a red kiddyroo and a bright blue tee, blushing slightly as he looked down. "Come on, it's not that bad. Still want that drink?"
"Yeah..." The rabbit nodded, before walking back to the couch, still blushing over his predicament. While he sat, the fox prepared a special drink, smiling as he poured some powder into the lemonade.
"Here you go." Logan said, handing the drink.
"Thanks..." Rhys replied, drinking all of it at once, before cringing. "Ugh... tastes weird." The fox smirked.
"What... suddenly feel to urge... to pee?" The fox asked slow and soft, before the rabbit felt his bladder letting go. He rushed to the bathroom, but before he was out of the livingroom, he stood still, wetting his roos, making the fox smile. "Ah... seems you have a little problem..." The fox got up and hugged the fox, groping his damp, used roos. "Don't worry... you're just not ready for the toilet..." The fox whispered in his ear.
"Yes... you're right..." The rabbit replied, feeling dizzy.
"Lets get you in some training pants, okay? Don't want to rush potty training, do we?" The fox continued before walking back to the closet, pulling out some blue training pants. The fox changed the rabbit on the spot, before smirking. "Didn't it feel great? Wetting yourself... do it again... shit... piss... fill that training pants. You want it, and the pants want it. Now do it... mess yourself, you baby rabbit." The rabbit nodded, before he let it all go, including his mind. The rabbit blushed, pissing and shitting in the training pants, his mind fleeing as he stopped using words. Slowly, his mind didn't know any better than to piss and shit in diapers, before falling on te ground, the warm shit rubbing against his balls, turning him on. The fox smiled, crouching and looking at the confused rabbit, who leaned against the wall. "Look at you... Rhys... all regressed and stupid." He groped the diapers, feeling the warmth of piss and shirt, and the hardness of a cock. "You like soiling yourself, don't you?" He asked, pointing at the gooey bulge. "Paw, baby... paw..." The rabbit looked blank, before sliding his hands in the training pants, feeling the fox grope him, making him hard and willing. What was left of his mind was rudimentary; too weak to bring him back from degrading mentally. Instead, he just pawed, rubbing up and down his rabbit shaft, loving the shit, the groping and the piss. He pumped, up and down his throbbing shaft, letting the precum be absorbed by the training pants. His cock didn't reach of and was inside the pants; hence he would cum there too. "Keep rubbing..." The fox ordered, stroking the pants, making sure the rabbit was too horny to think straight. The rabbit stared with glass eyes, only feeling his cock being rubbed, throbbing in the warm training pants, until the throbbing stopped and ropes of cum spread into the pants. The fox removed his hand, letting nothing on the rabbit. "Time to seal the deal, Rhys." Logan said, walking away. He returned with some powder and a big diaper. He put the powder in the drooling mouth, before moving the rabbit's thumb to it. "You're a baby, Rhys... you LOVE messing diapers..." He said, replacing the training pants with a big, poofy diaper. The rabbit nodded, sucking his thumb and absorbing the powder, before his mind shut down, leaving only a hallow, adult shell behind, filled with instinctive, thus infantile, thoughts. Logan smirked, grabbing a camera. "Smile, Rhys... everyone will see the new... 'younger' you..." The fox took some pictures, before uploading them to his camera and E-mailing them. Rhys would become the laughing stock of the office, forever labelled 'the baby'.