Scott's Remote | Chapter 20 (NSFW)
#20 of Scott's Remote
A white leopard creates a device that enables him to explore and experience some of his wildest fantasies and fetishes.Warning! This story contains explicitly adult material including suggestive and sexual content! Do not read this unless you are over the age of 18 and are comfortable with consuming adult AB/DL furry literature!
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Chapter 20 (NSFW)
Scott squirmed uneasily in the high chair he had been strapped into for the past several hours. His rear was absolutely caked in his own mess which he had made several hours earlier. A week had passed since the cage had been locked onto his cock, shortly after what he considered to be the best blow job he had ever received. Now however, the rabbit had changed her methods of caretaking into a much stricter, more dominant role. Just as the setting he set her to described, she was growing steadily more and more controlling and dominating in his role now as her charge. Where previously he had had the freedom to refuse and free himself from his various constraints, he found himself now victim to her whim and discipline. If he tried talking back to her, a pacifier gag was quickly administered into his muzzle. If he tried tampering with any bit of clothing or piece of furniture or restraint he was in, she would lightly scold him for being naughty and place him into locking mittens, rendering his handpaws useless.
And worse of all, she had his libido quite literally by the balls. The white leopard found that no matter how much he tried grinding against his especially thick diapers he felt minimal to no stimulation. And the rabbit was sure to constantly remind him of this, commenting on how he was such a good little kitten not making any more stickies in his diapers anymore. And it truly did feel like that. His diet he now found seemed to be having more adverse effects on his digestive system. He was messing four, five, sometimes six times a day and usually an extraordinary amount as well. As far as he had noticed he had not gained any weight, but the several bottle feedings and five meals a day that the rabbit was imposing on him kept him well stocked to empty his bowels into his diapers. He had tried to beg for changes at first, but was only rewarded with chastising that little ones do not ask their mommies for changes, that that was something for caretakers to decide. The rabbit was now officially calling herself the leopard's mommy, an occurrence that brought no end of blushing from him when she informed him that that was what he was to refer to her as from now on during the rare moments that a pacifier wasn't strapped into his muzzle.
Scott whimpered, feeling yet another pressure on his bladder and almost immediately emptying it into the front of his diapers, the absorbent material swelled and pressed against his caged member which could just barely detect the warmth of his soaked padding pressed against it. The rabbit padded softly into the kitchen at that moment, strolling over to the well restrained and mute leopard and inserting two fingers into the front of his padding. Nodding dramatically she happily chirped, "My my, looks like my little one has really done a number on his diapers this time! I could smell your messy little bottom from two rooms over! Goodness such big stinkies from such little a helpless little kitty! I think I might just have to remind my little one too about just how little he is!"
Scott frowned slightly, unsure of what she meant and suckled on his pacifier almost instinctively for comfort. The rabbit glided out of the room once more, appearing a minute later clutching what the leopard quickly realized as his eyes widened to be a vibrator wand. His ears pinned against his head as he quickly perceived the rabbit's intentions. Plugging in the cord of the device into a nearby outlet she pressed the large bulb of the wand against the front of his thoroughly soaked diapers, Scott just being able to feel the pressure of it held against him. "Time for my kitty to be reminded of his place! That little ones don't get stiffies or make stickies! Nope nope nope! Good babies only use their diapers for number one and number two!"
She flicked the wand onto the lowest setting, and a shudder ran through the Scott's body as he felt the vibrations through his diaper just bare tickle his trapped member, which strained against the cage locked snuggly around it. The rabbit nodded slowly, cupping a hand underneath the leopard's cheek and moving his gaze to hers. She spoke, softly intoning, "That's right my little one, feel the nice buzzies on the front of your diapers? Notice how you can't fully make a stiffy? That's because you're only a little baby! A little baby who can't help but make very large messes in his diapers for his mommy to then clean up! Little ones you don't have to worry about stiffies or stickies or anything like that! You've just got fuzzy thoughts in your head and fuzzy stuffed animals to hug! No big thoughts now, just stay focused on how good a job you did using your crinkles to make Mommy proud! Be a good kitten now."
The vibrations increased in intensity as the rabbit flicked the wand up to a higher setting, and Scott moved to arch his back as best as the harness keeping him strapped to the high chair allowed. He moaned into his pacifier, legs straining against the ankles restraints while his handpaws would have done the same were they not cuffed to the tray of the changing table. Writhing and moaning, Scott's eyes fluttered as the vibrating grew into an even more intense level, the rabbit now progressing up more quickly. Scott's cock dripped with pre but did little else in its plastic prison as the leopard felt himself growing almost desperate with horniness and the need to release. He whimpered, his tail wrapping around his leg like a uneasy snake and his ears pinned against his head; cheeks absolutely flushed with crimson.
He felt himself yearning for release, he would do anything just to be allowed to finally be able to cum. But no such thing would happen, just as he felt that he was going to finish regardless of his lack of erection the rabbit flicked the vibrator to a lower setting, and eventually continued her way down its levels until she flicked it off. Scott panted around his pacifier, his head falling down and forward as the rabbit withdrew her cupped paw from his cheek. The leopard felt humiliated and completely and utterly helpless. There was no escape from his torment, no way out and no way to stop the rabbit at this point. She was in complete control now, and he was victim to her whim and dominance. He found the mantra she had been repeating to him over and over again now playing in his head. Good babies don't make stickies! Good babies don't get stiffies! Good babies use their diapers! Good babies don't have big thoughts!
His mind felt fogged with pent up sexual energy and the internal conflict of feeling completely out of control. Scott felt the thick, red collar firmly strapped around his neck pressing up against it as his head hung while he panted. She'd placed it on him the day after his cage was locked onto him, but not before reading what was inscribed on the tag that hung off of it. "Mommy's Little Kitten" was carved onto a little heart shaped tag that was attached to the collar, permanently, as she put it, labeling him as her little kitten, and nobody else's. Scott's face contorted, and he felt his stomach announcing the all too familiar prelude to yet another messing. He whimpered and gasped before emitting a grunt and feeling the mess being pushed out of his bottom and into his already well used diapers. The rabbit tsked, and he looked up at her, seeing her face adorned with a knowing smile. "My my! Kitty really is showing me just how much of a little baby he is! I think another hour in that pamper should be enough before I change you!"
The rabbit padded out of the kitchen once more, leaving the leopard yet again to his own thoughts and squirming. The worst part of this is... he thought to himself, as he shifted uncomfortably, I have no idea at what point she'll stop!