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"Heavy Duty" Part 2bBy Tkdn10---TUESDAY The sunlight slowly woke the tortoise up from a deep sleep, which turned his head to look at the alarm clock with blinking eyes. It was the right time to get up and prepare  for another work day. But this morning, something felt awkward. T-K shook his head and came back to his senses, trying to figure it out. A smell then reached his nose. Unsure if he really wanted to discover where it was coming from, he pulled up the blankets, revealing his worst case scenario. The sheets were ruined, a wide brown stain spreading everywhere. Everything happened during his sleep. At least his plushies were okay, which he hugged tightly, wishing the week was already over. Yet, it was only the second day of his punishment, which would end friday if he could luckily manage to convince his beige and brown rabbit friend Ometochtli to end this madness. Sometimes, those games would go so far, and he would ask himself what kind of friendship were they living.T-K got out of bed, his smelly bottom and legs sticking to the sheets then rubbed his feet with some spare part of it which was still clean. He touched the back of his messy boxers and sniffed his fingers. He could recognize this smell from miles away, and it turned him on. He wriggled a bit to be sure nothing would drip on the floor, then got moving. He had to clean up his mess and take a shower in a hurry to be in time at Ome's place for his ride. Not even time for breakfast. He entered the kitchen, looking for a large garbage bag to get rid of his bed sheets, then chugged down a large glass of water before leaving the room. His bed sheets were good for the trash and he was already trying to come up with a passable excuse for his mom, when she would be back this weekend. He gently removed the sheets from the bed and put them in the bag. The urge hit him again, as liquid rushed to his anus. He let himself squirt a little bit, which made him horny. If he weren't in a hurry, he would have jumped on the bed for a little fetish play and relieve himself even more on the smelly sheets. Needless to say, it was hard to resist. He left the bag there, closed it, got a towel and ran to the bathroom, picking up his cellphone on the way.

 He feeled ashamed, but he had to try it. T-K called his boss begging for a day off, which upset his superior. "Almost everybody wears diapers here, and some even work here because they need them. You're not getting a day off if you get the runs, especially you! Now get your leaky ass to the office!"The turtle looked at his cellphone as his boss cut the line. Since he was gonna have upset bowels for the whole week, he had to find ways to enjoy his fetish in a way or another. T-K got in the shower standing up, crouched a bit and relieved himself in what remained of his grey boxer briefs. Diarrhea flowed down his legs as he moaned in ecstasy and relief. He then sat on his mess,

pouring it out, wriggling around and enjoying the smell coming out of his underpants. After jerking off, he took a shower in a hurry, less time left on the counter. He dressed himself in no time then remembered about his cloth diaper. It would really come handy now.He ran to the basement and got to his drum kit. He then put his hand in the microphone hole of his bass drum, searching under the padding, to find it. Rising up too far, he hit his head on a cymbal and shouted a few curse words, then ran back to his room, picking diaper pins on his way. The turtle put off his pants and underwear, then put on his cloth diaper, next to his underwear and pants lying on his heavily stained bed. Walking around with a cloth diaper was much more comfortable than a disposable one, and he loved it, feeling like it was giving him an endless hug. He had now some protection in case of an accident, and was ready to leave, more confident. He grabbed his keys and heavy backpack, locked the door, and jogged his way to Ome's home, in hope to gain some time.

 A few minutes later, half-way to his destination, his bowels started rumbling heavily. Whatever what was ready to come out of there, his cloth diaper sure couldn't hold it without staining his jeans, something he really wanted to avoid since he didn't have plastic pants. Cramps grey bigger and hot liquid began poking his anus. His jogging speed and breath increased. Desperate, he stopped by a tree and let a little bit out, making an audible sound, then went back to fast jogging. He realized a few seconds later that it only made things worse. He was about to explode.He ran the final kilometre to Ome's place, attracting people's attention on his way, not used to see a turtle run this fast. Each step was more painful than the last, T-K forcing like hell to keep everything inside his bowels. This was one of the few times he bitterly regret his choice of living without a car. Getting closer and closer to the rabbit's place, he decreased his rate to take his cellphone and call him.- Get ready, I'm coming! Unlock the door, I need a bathroom real bad!- Why are you calling? Now that you told me this, I'd sure love to see you mess yourself!- I don't feel like playing that fucking game, Ome! I need these pants clean for the work day!- Remember my dear, you are the one getting punished.- Raaaaaaagh! Stop it!- All right, all right, I'll unlock the damn door.

 Only a last minute of running until he reached his friend's place. He was visualizing himself unloading a massive torrent in Ome's toilet, spraying all over the bowl, a relief he did deserve well. His thoughts fading away, he could now see his friend's house. He reached the front door and grabbed the door knob, to realize it was locked. Shocked and frustrated, he shouted every curse word he could possibly find, forcefully knocking and ringing the bell at an incredibly fast pace only a

drummer could achieve. The urge became unbearable, and, frozen for a moment, he understood he had lost the fight. Desperate, he dropped his pants as diarrhea filled up all of his cloth diaper faster than he could sign in relief. Luckily, the street was empty, but he heard a car coming. His best bet was to turn around and sit on the concrete step in front the door and pull his pants up to his heavily stained cloth diaper, looking at the street. The turtle got his cellphone out of his pocket again and texted the rabbit as the car passed in the street. Before he could hit the send button, the door unlocked behind him and opened.

 "Hehe, what have we here?!" The rabbit immediately noticed the puddles forming at each side of the turtle's soggy cloth diaper, and a large smile raised in his face. Ometochtli couldn't help but laugh of the situation, especially looking at the turtle's brown diaper. T-K, shaking in rage, grabbed his pants and raised up in the blink of an eye, surprizing the rabbit who stopped laughing. The turtle turned around and punched him in the belly, cutting his breath. Ome walked back and crouched, holding his belly in pain, under T-K's evil stare.- I told you not to play these stupid games with me!- I only was getting my diaper changed, I swear! But now that you punched me in the belly, I'm messy again...- Welcome in my shitty world, asshole!- My bowels are still upset from yesterday, for your information. And don't get started with the bad poop puns, please!T-K pushed Ome, who fell on the floor. He then got to the bathroom, holding his pants under his soggy diaper. He sat on the toilet, spreading shit all over the seat with his messy bottom. He didn't even cared, since the rabbit almost never used it. Despite his efforts, his bowels were already empty. While Ome was getting changed, T-K stood there, enjoying his last actual bathroom break for a while. Ome got under the doorframe, wearing only a plain white diaper, holding his khacki shorts with his right hand. T-K stared at him.

 - Are we moving or what? We're gonna be late. I was only waiting for you.- Nope, I called the boss, we're starting an hour later.- What? Aah, come on...- Now come with me, it is time.The turtle sighed and raised from his dirty seat, putting back his smelly diaper on. He then removed his pants and took them with him as he joined the rabbit. With a smile, he covered the turtle's eyes and guided him to a room he had never seen before.As baby powder fragrance reached T-K's nose, the rabbit unveiled it to his friend. T-K couldn't believe his eyes. Surrounding him was a room with pastel coloured walls with tapestry, furnished with adult sized baby stuff and perfectly stacked up brands of diapers. There was plushies all over the room, staring at them. In front of him was a changing table ready for him. Needless to say, Ometochtli was very proud of his special

room.- This is my baby room, where all the magic happens. I managed to finish it just in time for our challenge!- This is where I'm getting changed, isn'it?- Yep! Take place, stinky butt!

 T-K sat on the changing table, still looking around and discovering all the wonders this room could abound. Ome pushed him down. "Lie down!" He wiggled a pastel blue adult-sized pacifier before his head and put it in T-K's mouth, who slowly learned again to chew onto one, calming him down. "Let's remove this dirty diaper, shall we?" The turtle reached for his diaper, then Ome slapped his hands. "I'll take care of that for you." As the bunny removed the pins of his diaper and opened it, T-K hid his genitals with his hands. "Damn, you stink!" T-K blushed, embarassed. Wipe after wipe, Ome managed to finally clean his friend's irritated butt. He then generously put rash cream on it and ointment for his tailhole, then washed his hands. He gave T-K a cute fox plush to play with while he got out of the room, waiting for the turtle's. T-K broke the silence.- Could we review the quantity of mudslide I have to drink? It's very strong and I don't want to harm my bowels... I am still sick now... Could you mix it up with water or something? would It work?- ooookay... I guess I can make an exception for your weak bowels, little one.

 The rabbit came back into the room, putting baby powder on the turtle's bottom and crotch. He then prepared a baby bottle, mixing up mudslide with water. The rabbit gently gave the bottle to the turtle, who stared at it, unsure, until Ome put it in his mouth. He patted his friend's hair and told him to close his eyes. The turtle relaxed and discovered a feeling of serenity he never did experience before. Once T-K's eyes were shut, Ome removed a little thermometer of his pocket and sticked it in the turtle's anus, who choked in nasty surprise until he figured out what just happened.- This isn't the best hole to play with right now, you know...- I'll be careful, I promise! I wanna be sure you don't have a fever, little one. Now let's give you something to calm your belly.Ome removed a plastic bottle of anti-diarrhea medication and a spoon from a drawer. He gave a single dosage to the turtle, who opened his mouth without asking any question. They both knew it wouldn't change anything at all. Ome removed the spoon from T-K's mouth and placed his baby bottle back in, patting his hair. T-K blushed. He kinda liked being treated like a child, especially a sick one. It recalled to his childhood where his fetish first began after a messy accident at elementary school. The way Ome was looking at him, it seemed like he already knew parts of him he was not aware of yet. T-K emptied the bottle and his stomach growled. He covered his aching belly with hands then Ome carefully removed the thermometer and took back the bottle. "Time to put you in a fresh diaper!" Ome

walked towards the many stacks of diapers, then stopped. "You know, you came here with a cloth diaper, you can wear one of mines today." Ome opened another drawer to remove a brief-shaped cloth diaper.

 - Is medium okay for you?- I usually wear small. Do you have any plastic pants?- No need.- Well without them, it's gonna leak!- no no no... you won't leak at all.- Mine just leaked like thirty minutes ago, dude...- You'll be okay, trust me.T-K could see in his eyes he wanted him to leak. He remained silent, a bit irritated, while the rabbit diapered him. It was indeed a bit too big for him, but at least it would do the job right. "And now for the pièce de résistance: the locking diaper!" With an amused smile, Ome revealed a heavy white plastic shell made of multiple parts. There were small locks on the front joined to small metal cables on the inside, keeping all pieces together. It was his own design, and he was very proud of it. With time and money, he managed to got it 3D printed at a local shop. He knew once it was locked, there was no way to get it out without a key. T-K analysed it, and understood it was flawless. He sighed, and let the bunny install it. It felt weird to wear it, and sitting on that thing would become a real pain. The click of the lock resonated in T-K's earholes. By now, there was no coming back. The punishment had just begun. Ome helped the turtle to put his pants back up, which had became complicated. Ome patted his friend's head. "We're ready now. Grab your stuff!" T-K quickly took his things and followed him. Ome walked past his car.

 - Hey, we're not riding your car?- We're gonna take the bus to work this morning.- Why the hell would you do that?- Fuel prices are rocketing.- Bullshit! You're cheating!- Don't discuss the punishment! It can only get worse!- I hate you. On their way to the nearest bus stop, they discussed their challenge aftermath. T-K was happy to know he wasn't the only one having a bad time last evening. Ome wasn't telling much, only listening to what his friend had to narrate. T-K was interested in knowing all of his story, even if he had to spend the whole week harassing him to hear it all. As they were talking, Ometochtli actually needed to wear a diaper, since his bowels were still a bit fragile. He did have legitimate accidents, and he was still squirting at random without much control. But when he looked at his friend, it reminded him his pain was nothing and laughed a bit on the inside. The turtle had apparent bad cramps. When they arrived at the bus stop, they were alone, at T-K's relief.- You don't have to hold it, buddy.- Why... on hell... are we taking the bus?- It's fun! Now here it comes.

 T-K carefully let go a fart before entering in the bus, relieving pressure in his tummy. The bus ride was awful. There was nowhere to sit down, and even

if he did manage to find a seat, the locking diaper would make him uncomfortable in his seat. People stared at his unusual curvy bottom, accidentally crossing his eye sight, wondering what the hell was in there. He had to go real bad, his stools feeling completely liquid. The road were badly paved, and each bump made him suffer, desperately holding that painful new wave of diarrhea. Ome looked at the turtle, knowing he could hold it long enough.The bus finally stopped at their destination, and T-K was the first to get out. Cramping like hell, he waited for people to dissipate and sat down on the bus stop bench. Before Ome could say anything, the watery sound of his friend relieving himself rushed trough his long ears. T-K moaned in ecstasy as the seat of his diaper filled up with hot liquid in no time, coating every inch of skin. The rabbit smiled.- Feeling better?- You bet.

 The turtle raised up and began walking in an awkward way.- Let's get going, if we want to get to the office in time.- Who cares about being in time? We're not going to the office now!- What? What is it again?- Let's have breakfast! It's on me.- ... I've just messed myself! I don't want random people to find it out...- Don't worry, the locking diaper will hold the smell.- Damn you...The rabbit brought him to a nice small diner a few blocks away. They sat on stools, to eat at the counter. T-K had a bad time finding his balance with the locking diaper and his heavily soiled cloth underneath. The waiter came to them, and Ome spoke for his friend.- Let's have a classic, a big nice bowl of beans for the turtle here.- Ugh, can we at least eat outside?- No, your smelly bottom is not going anywhere.Some people turned their heads hearing that sentence. T-K replied, ashamed "That's exactly what I was trying to avoid, I guess this is part of the deal as well... ugh!" Ome giggled when T-K recieved his plate. He knew there would be lots of fibers in it. If mudslide was diluted in water, this breakfast would have same effect on him, if not more. He thought to himself and giggled again, his stools would be as least a tiny bit less liquid for a few hours. "This is never gonna end, isn'it?" The turtle ate his plate in no time, wanting to quit that place as soon as possible. At his surprise, Ome ordered another bowl for him. And another one, and another one, until he couldn't have any more.

 - Don't make me puke, for fuck's sake!- Okay then, I'll finish it for you.The rabbit enjoyed the rest of his friend's beans then paid the invoice. Money were off the punishment, and T-K felt relieved about it. They left the dinner, ready to begin their work day.- It won't be fun when it gets out...- It's gonna be just in time for work!- I know this is my fetish, but this is too much, we should have kept this at home.- This isn't how it works, I want everyone to know how much of a smelly leaky butt you are.Entering the "Heavy Duty Magazines" building, everyone looked at them with an amused face. In the elevator with other employees, an awkward silence filled the air, making both of them uncomfortable. Ome felt worried about yesterday's events. The elevator bell rang for their level. Every eyes were on them. T-K got to his desk, to discover it buried under dozens of anti-diarrhea medication pill boxes. "What the fuck?!" All the office exploded in laughs seeing T-K's face. Ome felt embarassed.- Damn... Everyone knows about yesterday...- We're in deep shit.

 One of their collegues, amused, replied to T-K's sentence.- OOOOOOOH!!!- Shut up!T-K spat in his coffee and threw one of the medication boxes at him.- What about a nice cup of salmonella, fuck face?- Well, the boss want to see both of you, so we'll see who's getting fucked. Cheers to that!Ome and T-K dropped their stuff on their chairs then left. Ome sighed before T-K broke the silence.- We should never have done this stupid challenge!- I kinda knew that was coming...- Why?- Well, I called him this morning to ask him to start later, and he just said "Good thing! I better not cross you in the hall" or something like this...- Let's just hope we don't lose our jobs...- I thought you hated office work?- Well I need fucking money.They arrived to their superior's office and both hesitated to knock. T-K took Ome's hand and made him knock. After their boss signal to get in, another hesitation happened as of who got to open the door. T-K pushed Ome's butt to force him opening the door. Their superior got angry the second they saw them. T-K couldn't enjoy the feel of the comfortable chairs due to the locking diaper, and kept wiggling, until they all got enough. The boss started yelling at them for long minutes.

 "Everybody knows about your stupid laxative challenge! "Tee-Kay the diarrhea turtle". seriously? what the hell is that nonsense? Maybe it dosen't look like it, but the photo drapery thing is more expensive than you think. It's gonna be taken off your fuckin' pay. Damn."T-K felt the urge to go again. With what he just ate, he knew it was a matter of minutes before he would fill his cloth diaper again. It felt explosive, and a bit runny. Ome could already tell his friend was desperate. They just kept listening to their boss and nodding. When he realized it, he snapped his fingers close to their faces. "Are you listening?!" Both looked at him, ashamed. "Yes, I'm mad at you two, but you do great work, I have no intention of firing any of you." An audible liquid shart came from T-K's locking diaper, his face blushing like hell. Their boss punched his table. "GET OUT!" The turtle and the bunny jumped off their chairs and got out the

office, Ome closing the door behind him without any hesitation.T-K crouched down in pain and pushed a loud torrent of muddy liquid in his diaper, until the smell reached his nose and he felt it leaking. The turtle raised his head to cross the bunny's sight, still standing up against the door. "It leaked, you happy now?" Ome's nervousness instantly disappear to reveal a mischievous smile. "Let's go to the changing room, shall we?" Ome grabbed T-K's hand and dragged him before he even had the time to raise up.

 He took him to a big room surrounded with a dozen booths and a strong pee and poop smell. Ome found an empty booth, closed the curtains and took his friend in his arms to drop him on the changing table. T-K was still visibly uncomfortable with the thick plastic shell surrounding his crotch. Ome removed the key from his pocket and opened it before dragging it down T-K's legs. The ambient smell changed for a nastier one, at Ome's pleasure, who inhaled a good whiff of it. The turtle's butt was incredibly dirty, just as both expected. Once again the cleaning would be an endless and painful one, but it sure was worth it for the poor reptile. The trash can filled up with dirty wipes in no time, using every single one they had. Ome laughed and left, closing the curtain behind him. He quickly got back to his desk to pick his wallet with a large smile on his face. Once T-K's butt was ready for a new diaper, the rabbit's game was back on. "There's no cloth diapers here, and you soiled the only one I have. I really want it to continue, so I've bought something special just for you!" He removed a white plastic bag from his walled and shook it up looking at his friend. T-K didn't know how to react, thus expected the worst. Ome took off tight cotton boxer briefs out of the bag. T-K still was unsure about what would happen next.

 - What the hell are you trying to do?- This will become a fresh cloth diaper.- Seriously? Can't you just change me into a disposable diaper? You know, something somewhat normal?- Why would I? This will be fun! You'll get a real diaper next.The sick turtle's stomach rumbled and liquid rushed through his bowels. Before he could even react, he accidentally squirted a tiny bit of diarrhea on the changing table. An expression of surprise happened before panic covered his face.- Aah! Be quick, I have to go again! I can barely hold it!- I can tell by your shart. Don't you do more if you don't want to be the one cleaning this up.Ome washed the little muddy spot on the changing table then slapdashly cleaned his friend's butt without touching his painful anus. He began stacking all the white boxer briefs one on the another. T-K was holding his stomaching in pain, looking up, desperate to have yet another explosive bowel movement.- Can I go now? Please!- We're almost done! Get off the changing table.T-K

executed his friend's orders and painfully waited. Ome crouched down, his friend's butt facing him, put the locking diaper parts around his feet, then waited. T-K couldn't hold hit anymore, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "What are you do--" Ome forcefully poked his right finger through the boxer briefs into the turtle's anus, which exploded. T-K screamed in pain, staining all layers of underwear in a second, in front of the horny rabbit face, which take another good whiff of his friend's mess. He quickly put the locking diaper back on, smashing the muddy contents of the sick turtle's underwear, making them leak a bit.

 - Ugh... Did they leaked?- Shit happens.The rabbit locked the plastic shell and put the key back in his kacki short's pocket. Ready to leave, he patted the turtle's head and hugged him, calming both of them down. They got back to their desks, ready for work. Someone took the time to make a silly sculpture out of the laxative boxes, which T-K looked, not amused at all. Ome came to him, opened a box and chugged down a few pills with water. "You won't need this. Your diarrhea is at cruise speed right now, let's keep it going that way, shall we?" Before the irritated turtle's stare, Ome grabbed a few boxes and started dropping them in his cabinet. While the bunny filled it all with boxes, T-K waited for him to look away and put one in his already opened backpack. The turtle played his game. "You want to do that, fine!" He helped him put the last boxes in his cabinet, which Ome then locked, in an attempt he wouldn't look in his backpack. The trick worked, in exchange for another unreachable key in Ome's pocket. T-K felt discouraged, and got to work hoping to switch his mood for something better. When he sat down, he yelled at the bunny.

 - I hate this thing! Obviously you didn't thought about sitting with this thing on, this is like a fucking helmet for the crotch!- It was conceived to be a punishment, and as can I see, it works better than I even imagined!The work day finally began, four hours later than it should have. The turtle did his best to be productive between endless cramping, runny and liquid poop, rash and constantly skipping in the locking diaper. Between numerous water bottles, he kept asking Ome for his diaper to be changed, which he refused and even used to change himself, just to piss the turtle off. T-K would then clam down that anger and pop a few anti-diarrhea pills from his backback when the rabbit weren't around. At his surprise, Ome finally accepted to change him, asking him in exchange to bring him back another coffee. After T-K was gone, the rabbit looked into his friend's backpack and found his box of anti-diarrhea medication. He looked around to be sure the turtle had disappeared, then switched the contents of the box for one of the laxatives Ome had in his wallet, popping out the pills to match the pattern. He smiled, seeing how much

similar they looked. T-K came back with the coffee, which the rabbit sipped slowly, before getting to the changing room.

 Same ritual again. Find a booth, close the curtains, lay on the changing table, get cleaned up, get a fresh diaper and leave. Except T-K hated redundancy. He got mad once again about the locking diaper, and Ome finally made a deal about it. If T-K shut up about it, he could have it removed first time tomorrow morning. Better than nothing, the turtle accepted the deal and finally got changed into a disposable diaper, ready to have dinner at the cafeteria.Both sitting at a table, still observed by the other employees. T-K was not sure about eating again. His stomach was hurting like hell and he didn't felt at all like eating something that would be out in less then an hour. Ome was having one of his friend's favourite meals in front of him just to tease him, an italian sandwich with cheese, tomato, basil and olive oil.- You don't want anything? I'll pay for it, I don't mind.- Well, I'd have an italian sandwich too.- No, there's not enough fibers in it for you!- Dude, can you just stop it for a second?- Find something with lots of fiber, and you get a free meal! You're tight in money, aren't you?- Ugh... But I don't know much about fibers, I don't eat that healthy...- Let me help you then!

 Ome finished his sandwich and stood up, then lowered a bit on the table in an awkward position. T-K stared at him. "Are you... doing that... here?" To what the rabbit replied with a smile "What's the point of wearing diapers then?" T-K walked towards the beginning of the line, followed by the rabbit. "Okay okay I'll figure it out! Stop following me!" They got in line, people round noticing the smell of Ome's messy diaper. The embarrassed turtle had no idea at all what he could eat, and at his turn, Ome ordered for him before he could even open his mouth. "Something with a lot of fiber for the gentleman, please!" T-K looked at the uninteresting mixture laying in his plate, while the bunny patted his hair. T-K ate his plate, Ome making sure there were nothing left, before getting back to work.The rest of the work day went smoothly, the meal T-K ate calming down his stomach for a few hours, before he was back to uncontrollably pooping every 15 minutes with intense cramps. Ome let him have more frequent diaper changes, which helped him a lot, but he was still unable of being productive. His poor butt was hurting like hell, making him grunt every time he moved or pooped again.

 Once the work day was about to end, T-K had a last diaper change. He was tired, and just wanted to go home. Thinking about college, he just thought "fuck it". He could spare a day, especially after filling his diaper in the corridor last evening. The turtle was expecting the worst about coming back home when the rabbit surprised him. - You've been a good boy

today, so we're not gonna take the bus back home!- Go on...- Our friend Luticras will give ourselves a ride back to my home!- Ooh, fuck yea! Thanks for not being an asshole at least one time today.- Shhhh! Don't make me change my plans!T-K greeted their blue dragon friend and took his stuff, before they left together. Alone in the elevator, Ometochtli and Luticras discussed, while T-K were in front of them, waiting for the door to open.- You guys better not stink up my car. I swear I'm gonna make you clean it up if something happens.- No worries, my turtle is strongly padded and has been changed about 30 minutes ago. As for the smell, there's unfortunately not much to do with his sick tummy.

 Getting out of the building and walking towards the parking lot, Luticras felt ashamed but had to ask T-K "If you have to go, please do it now." The turtle blushed and stood upright while he pushed hot liquid into his diaper. He remained silent while he rejoined them and sat in the back of their friend's car. "Let's open the windows" Said Luticras after starting out the car. It was a short ride, yet painful for the turtle who remained silent while Luticras asked the bunny about their challenge, which he explained with too much details. The turtle faded into his own bubble, waiting to arrive at Ome's place.T-K relieved himself again as the car went away. His cramping and diarrhea had worsened through the day, uncontrollably pooping liquid every 10 minutes. Ome unlocked the  house's door before the turtle rejoined him in no time. He deserved a nice change, and was actually happy about getting back in Ome's baby room. He could now relax and forget about everything while his friend took care of him. He jumped on the changing table waiting for his friend, who followed him with amusement. The rabbit gave the turtle a pacifier and a plush to play with while he changed him.

 - You've suffered enough for now. Let's remove the locking diaper for the evening, so your skin can rest a bit.- Wait... for the evening?- I guess you wouldn't have to wear it for the night if you wish to sleep here.- I don't know... I badly want to get back home tonight.- Well, that means you'll get the locking diaper removed tomorrow, then.The turtle nodded, not much more to do. The idea was quite tempting, but he spent the whole day wishing he was home. Ome opened a plastic bag of boxer shorts, and gave it to the turtle, both knowing it would very be hard for him to keep them clean. T-K put on the boxer shorts, staring at them, irritated.- So I guess you're not going to college this evening?- Hell no!- Nice, that means I can give it to you now.- Shall I be worried?- I have a gift for you.Ometochtli handed a white bag to his turtle friend. Inside of it laid what looked like an orange and white pyjama. T-K took out with

curiosity what revealed itself to be a giraffe kigurumi. T-K observed its shapes and characteristics with amusement. "It's a kigurumi! You can wear it as a pyjama when you want to have baby time! Awesome, isn't it? Try it!" The bunny helped him to put it on. The turtle regressed more and more into his newly discovered babyfur state. Ome gave him a baby bottle he slowly chugged down, his mind somewhere else. The rabbit patted T-K's hair, which gently squealed in ecstasy.

 T-K relaxed for long minutes until his belly rumbled, cutting him off his imaginary world. He jumped off the changing table and ran to the toilet, under Ome's amusement. The turtle desperately searched for an opening on the back to go potty, until he uncontrollably let go a liquid shart into his underwear. "How come there's no opening on the back of this thing?!", T-K shouted while he rushed to unbutton the kigurumi and get his legs out. Under Ome's stare, he quickly pushed down his boxers to let go a diarrhea explosion in the toilet, resonating everywhere in the house. The turtle moaned in relief while his bowels emptied in the bowl, water splashing back to his butt. His cramping was quite intense, as the placement of his hands on his belly suggested. T-K stood there for a long time, not wanting to quit the porcelain throne. The bunny prepared spaghetti for supper while the turtle loudly squirted in the toilet, not about to leave. When the food was almost ready, Ome called his friend for him to come in the kitchen.

 - Can you just bring me my plate in the bathroom? I'm not feeling well...- If you want supper, you have to eat it in the kitchen!- Damn you, Ometochtli!- Wait a minute, I'll help you clean your bottom!Without letting T-K reply, Ome got in the baby room to pick up wipes, a pacifier and a clean pair of boxers. T-K was still sitting on the toilet and looking down when he entered in the bathroom. "Get up!" Ome put the pacifier back in the turtle's mouth, who blushed and raised up, then slowly turned around. "Let's see what we have here... Well, you made quite a mess down there!" Ome crouched down to face the turtle's butt, and took a good whiff of the smell. "You're such a stinker!" Ome started cleaning his sick friend's butt with wet wipes when T-K said "I have to fart..." Ome took some toilet paper which he gently pressed against his anus and told him to let it out. T-K let go a small shart, leaving a clear liquid stain on the toilet paper.- Let's give you medication, I sure believe you've earned some!- Please, I'd very like it.

 Ome looked in the medicine cabinet while T-K quickly sat back on the toilet, unloading another wave of hot liquid. With the medicine bottle in hand, Ome looked at him. "You're gonna clean this butt alone, if you keep dirtying it!" T-K looked at him with an angry face. The beige and brown rabbit gave him a good dosage of medication in a spoon, which the turtle licked

clean. Ome took off the soiled boxer brief at his friend's feet to replace it with a fresh new one. He looked at the stain and smelt it. "Nice one! Going with the others." said the rabbit before taking it to his room into a special basket full of his own soiled underwear needing a good wash, while the turtle wondered about what his friend just said.The rabbit got back to the kitchen to finish and serve the meal. T-K slowly rejoined him, holding his belly over his giraffe kigurumi. He sat down and switched his plate of spaghetti with Ome's, which he looked with amusement.- What are you trying to achieve here?- I wouldn't be surprised if you put something special in my plate.- Maybe. Maybe not. Eat while it's still hot!

 After staring at Ome for a couple seconds, T-K ate his plate with great hunger. After some time, he suddenly stopped eating and raised up in his chair, which Ome replied "Stay on your chair until we've both finished eating. Where are your values?" T-K sat down on his chair, irritated, and finished his plate while his friend took all the time in the world to eat, until he licked his plate clean. "You may go now." The turtle jumped off his chair and ran to the bathroom, where he unloaded yet another loud wave of diarrhea into the toilet.- Have you had an accident? Are your underwear still clean this time?- They're fine. It was a close call... Ugh... My tailhole hurts so much!Ome smiled while he took the plates to the dishwasher.- I'm gonna need your help with a thing tonight. Are you handy?- Somehow, why?- Well, I also 3D printed another design I'd like to test.- Again, shall I be worried?- No, not this very moment, this time it's for me.Ome went to his room and got a cardboard box out of his wardrobe, which he took to the bathroom to show T-K its contents. Inside was another plastic shell designed by Ome, but looked quite different. When the turtle understood what it was about, he sighed in despair, making the rabbit guffawing in laughter. The second 3D printed prototype was a lock to put on the toilet.

 - Your bottom has dried enough now. Let's pad you up again!- You're the worst.After his last diaper change of the night, he was padded enough to survive the night, with a booster pad and two layers of diapers under the locking plastic shell. He could barely walk but at least was sure he wouldn't leak at all. T-K installed the lock on the toilet, which was fairly simple to do with its basic design. A large plastic bar  with clamps prevented the toilet from opening, and a simple lock at the center of it could release the bar using a small plastic key. T-K handed the key to Ome, which then told his friend to keep it. "I can live without it." The rabbit giggled. "Let's bring you home now."T-K took his things and got in the car. He didn't even bother changing into normal

clothes, getting out with his kigurumi on. Ome rejoined him and drove him back to his house, the turtle already falling asleep. Ome patted his friend's hair before the turtle left the car and got in his house with the fun look the kigurumi gave him. T-K headed straight to bed and fell into a well deserved deep sleep, enjoying the comfort of his giraffe kigurumi and the presence of his beloved plushies. On his mouth, a pastel blue pacifier was being chewed on.

 He survived the first day of the diaper punishment.There was still three more left.