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The Hypnotist's Volunteer

By Horatio Husky

Cover art by Baby Star

Commission for Kazard the Fox

The inside of the theatre was already packed and buzzing with various excited furs chatting with each other as the silver furred, blonde haired fox quickly strode over to a seat near the front aisles.

Good thing I bought my seat ahead of time... but the traffic could have been better he mused to himself,as a feeling of annoyance and anxiousness entered his mind when he saw how many furs he had to climb over to reach his seat.

Several chatty foxes, a somber looking avian, and a particularly grumpy looking bear sat between him and his seat.

"Excuse me... Pardon me... Sorry excuse me!" The slightly nervous looking fox shuffled sideways through just as the lights in the theatre dimmed.

An audible "Ooh!" came from the crowd, as purple smoke curled from a break in the curtains at center stage.

As a blue spotlight shown down onto the parting in the curtains out strode a tall female kangaroo in billowing robes covered in large, silver, five-pointed stars. Her arms were raised above her head, as if she were about to embrace the skies above. Across her face was painted a knowing smile, and she cooly observed the crowd before her with perceptive eyes.

With a voice as clear and piercing as water from a glacier, she exclaimed to her audience, "My name is Alastair! Master of the mind and sorceress of seduction! Observe my fair viewers, as tonight's performance shall demonstrate the true and vast abilities of hypnotism!"

The crowd grew silent in anticipation, eager eyes watching and waiting to see what a furson with such gripping stage presence would do next.

She lowered one of her arms and pointed a finger to her lips, surveying the seated furs in front of her slowly and methodically.

"In order to demonstrate my connection with the ethereal and the mysterious I shall need a volunteer from the audience!"

Her eyes landed on the fox who had just managed to settle down in his seat, his movement probably catching her eye.

As her green eyes connected with his, his ears immediately pinned themselves against his head and he kneaded his fists in his lap, praying that she wouldn't choose him.

As his luck would have it, that day truly was not his.

She pointed at him, white spotlights quickly swiveling and shining on top of him from three sources.

He blinked and raised his paws in front of his eyes, temporarily blinded.

The kangaroo hypnotist proclaimed, "You there! I choose you as our volunteer! Does my audience agree!"

The disgruntled looking bear, who had been less than pleased at having his feet stepped on by the tardy and clumsy fox, cheered loudly, "Yes! Pick him!"

Kazard's cheeks flushed bright scarlet as other furs joined in, suddenly finding himself surrounded by a large crowd of furs egging him onto the stage.

Fearing the retaliation of the crowd now if he refused, he took a deep internal breath and stood up, much to the gratification and cheering of the people around him.

He shuffled back out of the aisle almost right after he had sat down, this time the furs in his way even standing up for him to slip past.

Before he had quite internalized that he was standing in front of several hundred people on stage, the fox found himself standing next to the kangaroo, who as it just so happened, stood a good foot above him in height.

"Thank you for agreeing to volunteer! Now then, what is your name, little fox?"

Cheeks still flushed, and left ear twitching nervously, he responded into the microphone that a stage hand had rather abruptly thrust into his paws.

"Urhm... My name is Kazard, Kaz for short" he replied lamely, nerves fluttering as he reminded himself to take deep breaths.

The hypnotist smiled approvingly, and putting her large, muscular tail around his shoulders she raised her arms once more, vocating, "Everyone please give a round of applause for our volunteer, Kazard!"

The crowd complied with enthusiasm, Kazard even hearing the sarcastic jeer of the brown bear he had trod on exclaiming his amusement.

As the crowd died down once more the kangaroo withdrew her tail from his shoulders, and turned to face him now directly.

"Alright then Kaz, follow my instructions closely. When I count to three I would like you to close your eyes and clear your mind as best as you can. Let the only thing that enters it be my voice and my voice only."

Kazard nodded, feelings of self-consciousness and apprehension poorly dampened by his vain attempts to calm himself down for her instructions.

The kangaroo spoke slowly, her intense green eyes locked with his own, "One... Two... Three..."

The fox obediently shut his eyes.

"Now then little fox, today we're going to try a particular type of hypnotism often used as a therapy against those who find themselves having difficulty realizing their true desires and wants. We shall be engaging in a type of regressive therapy, particular that of behavioral control and internal sensual rearrangement. I will be in control of the entire process and shall administer it throughout. When I count to three once more, I will be holding a stopwatch in front of you. You are to look at it and not waver in your stare no matter what, as well as repeat exactly what I say after I say it, nod if you understand."

Meekly, the fox bobbed his head, blond hair flopping slightly over his eyes which he quickly brushed away with a paw.

"Alright, on the count of three open your eyes. One... Two... Three!"

Kazard opened his eyes, and was immediately transfixed by the golden, circular object hung by a chain before him. The kangaroo was much closer to him now, and he could feel her breath brushing against his face as she spoke to him, her voice blaring over the speakers with a surprising clarity that filled his mind.

The pocket watch began to swing methodically side to side, his eyes following it intently and his jaw hanging slightly agape, but he didn't notice it.

His mind was only filled with her words and the pocket watch, gracefully swinging back and forth at a steady pace. A tempo that he soon found himself lost in.

He could faintly remember the kangaroo telling him to relax, as well as to open his mind to instructions. He repeated the lines dutifully, and knew that he said many more lines after that. But try as he might the moment he reiterated her instructions he forgot what exactly it was that he said.

He felt those words settle deep inside of him, however. Locked in a place in his mind that his conscious thoughts couldn't access, but which his subconscious thinking knew was there deep inside of him. Try as he might he was so fixated with repeating the words of the kangaroo and following the motions of the pocket watch he could not remember the words he repeated after her.

Unbeknownst to him, his open mouth had now began to drool slightly, much to the stifled giggles of many of the furs in the audience. Still he heard nothing except the hypnotist, and saw nothing except the swinging pocket watch.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp snap. He shook his head, blinking wildly and staggering back a few steps. He realized that the kangaroo had snapped her fingers, shaking him out of his trance.

He looked around confused, he seemed to now be fully aware of his surroundings, his mind writhed in complete and utter confusion.

Did it work? Am I hypnotized? Why do I still feel awake? Is the whole thing over already? What did she make me do? But all I remember is the pocket watch and saying things... Maybe she failed? Maybe my head is too nervous or too strong to be hypnotized?

The kangaroo spoke up now, pointing at his chest and in a different tone than the hypnotizing melody that came out of her lips before, issued an order, "Kazard, take off your shirt at once!"

Without thought the fox immediately felt his arms raising up as he gripped the collar of his shirt, swiftly pulling it off of himself and letting it fall from his paw to the floor.

He frowned, and looked down confused at the shirt now lying in front of him. Huh? He thought to himself, confused.

The crowd oohed and aahed in response, and the kangaroo looked very pleased with herself.

"It would seem that it has worked perfectly! You, my dear Kazard, are now under a state of hypnosis where you shall obey my commands!"

The fox crossed his arms, the turmoil in his head manifesting itself in denial and rebellion. He shook his head, half trying to convince himself as he replied.

"N-no I'm not, I did that of my own volition! I don't feel hypnotized I still feel like I'm awake?"

The hypnotist cocked her eyebrow, a coy smile playing upon her lips as she shrugged her shoulders, clearly amused by the fox's attempts at convincing her that her hypnotic skills hadn't worked on him.

In a tone of mock seriousness, she replied to him, "Alright then Mr. Fox. If you're so resistant to my hypnosis, then how come you really, really want to obey everything I'm going to tell you to do?"

The fox digested this for an instant, before a feeling of dread filled his stomach as he came to the realization that her words resonated with truth. He did have a feeling inside of himself, like a nervous potential energy ready inside of him to obey whatever commands were to be issued by the kangaroo.

He shook his head, eyes closed as if he were trying to shake those feelings and thoughts out of his head.

Now the expression of the hypnotist changed to one of determination. Still smiling, she pointed at him, and twirled her finger around in a circle as she commanded.

"Now, now then my little fox kit. Lay down as I put you into more appropriate attire for somebody who's acting like a toddler."

The crowd laughed at this, clearly excited to see whatever humiliating punishment the hypnotist was going to force onto the fox as a result of his lack of compliance.

Kazard was still convinced that he wasn't hypnotized, but he found himself to his slight horror immediately lying down on the stage floor, his arms above his head and legs down flat, unable to find the strength or will to get up.

The hypnotist began to circle the fox slowly, examining him from all angles and tapping a finger against her lips repeatedly, as if pondering what exactly she should do with her entranced victim.

"I think firstly we need to get something to make sure you don't leave any puddles on this stage, perhaps some more fitting underwear for our little kit!"

She stopped pacing, standing by his head and snapped her fingers, then holding out an open palm.

A stage hand quickly scuttled over, placing a rather large, pink diaper in her palms.

The diaper he handed her was covered with ruffles on the back end and with a pattern of frilly pink bows and daisy flowers, she leaned forward and placed it on the fox's chest.

"Now Kazard, be a good little fox kit and change yourself into this diaper to show everyone in the audience just how much of a little baby you are!"

Kazard scoffed, and shaking his head replied loudly that, he would do no such thing. However, to his great dismay he found himself unbuckling his pants and sliding them down his legs, his underwear following shortly after.

He lay there, naked in front of hundreds of furs that stared at him intently, many of which now were giggling or outright laughing at his naked person laying on the stage, spotlights almost blinding him and totally helpless under the commands of the hypnotist.

Unwrapping the large diaper, he raised his bottom and slid it under himself. With an expertise that surprised him immensely he found himself bringing the forward part of the diaper over his crotch and taping up the sides. Sliding several fingers to bring out the leak guards he finished off by adjusting the back of the diaper and sliding it up for a snugger fit.

WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING?! His mind screamed at him, as he experienced only a slight relief from now being not completely naked in front of the crowd.

He spluttered, shaking head once more and only managing to get out a weak, "I-I'm... I'm not... I'm not hypnotized I'm just... I'm..."

"What? You're what now? A little baby fox who just put himself into a big sissy diaper because he knows he's too little to be expected to stay dry? Is that what you're trying to say?" The hypnotist cooed at him in a mocking fashion, snapping her fingers once more and pointing upwards.

Immediately Kazard pushed himself to his feet, and a sense of fight or flight took over his mind. He had to get out of there, but he found his body wouldn't listen to him. A thought bubbled up in his mind, he couldn't leave because the kangaroo wasn't allowing him. She gave him no orders to do so. This thought frightened the fox, and he grappled with it, still refusing to accept that he was hypnotized.

The hypnotist stood behind him now, her presence looming up, out of his shadow as she spoke up once more.

"Now then my little fox kit, why don't you show us just how little of a thing you are and just how much you need those diapers you just taped around your waist! Be a good little baby and pee in your diapers for me!"

"Fat chance! I'm not going to do any such- oh my... what the hell?!"

The fox looked down and suddenly brought a paw against his now well diapered front, as the audience began to erupt into loud laughter. He had begun to quite obvious soak the front of his diapers, the front turning an obvious darker shade of pink spreading out from the front and causing the diaper to swell.

Not only was he wetting it, he was positively flooding it and he didn't stop for almost a whole minute. The entire time he protested loudly, trying to press the diaper against himself to stop the flood but his efforts were completely in vain.

He grimaced and shook his head, No... I'm still completely aware of everything that's happening!

He was about to turn around and seriously start chewing out the hypnotist for drugging me? Tricking me? I still don't...

Seemingly out of nowhere a stage hand scurried over to the hypnotist, handing her what looked to Kaz like a pile of pink, frilly cloth. Had one been paying particularly close attention, it would have been apparent that underneath the stage hand's black attire was a suspiciously familiar looking bulge around his middle, almost as if he too were wearing a particular type of underpants.

Unfolding the article of clothing the kangaroo revealed the garment to in fact be a short, pink frilly dress, she smirked and spoke aloud, "Now, this is certainly a better match for what you really are, don't you think little fox?"

She strode over and threw the dress over him, much to his indignation and spluttering. Before he knew it, she had him well fitted into the dress, he tried pulling the skirt down past his diaper to hide his soggy front, but found that it was by far too short and exposed his wet condition to the crowd quite obviously.

"What's the matter little girl, feeling a little shy about showing everyone just how much of a wet fox kit you are?" The crowd's jeers rose in response as the fox felt a distinct blush rising in his cheeks in response to her teasing.

His thoughts were left unfinished as she snapped her fingers once more, and commanded him in a loud, clear voice, "On your knees little one! Crawl around and show us just how little and helpless you are!"

The crowd continued its jubilant noise as Kazard found himself kneeling down and then getting onto his front paws and knees. He crawled back and forth on the stage and around the hypnotist, the spotlight following him, and his wobbling, padded posterior, the entire way as his cheeks flushed bright crimson.

It didn't help either that he was now stammering, practically babbling out his words of protest. And even though the microphone he had been handed earlier was long forgotten, lying on the stage floor where he had diapered himself, the crowd was able to just pick up the panicked gibberish coming from his mouth.

The kangaroo pointed to the space in front of her, and in spite of himself the fox obediently crawled into the area she indicated.

Reaching down into her pouch the kangaroo retrieved her next prop, and Kazard found himself having yet another piece of humiliating clothing being put on him.

Pink baby mittens and booties were securely bound around the ends of his limbs, preventing any hope of using his hands to free himself from his current get up or properly walk on his two feet, for he found the booties cumbersome and difficult to stand on. Each step in the overly padded footwear required him to wait for the cushion to settle under his weight before he was stable enough to take the next step.

Standing him up again she once more in her authoritative voice, intoned,"Until I command otherwise, you shall find yourself struggling greatly to walk upright! After all, little ones just aren't old enough to know how to walk."

Kazard's knees wobbled, and with a yelp he found himself falling down onto his hands and knees. He tried to get up, but only found himself floundering further and unable to fully right himself, flailing his limbs as he groaned and grunted with effort, landing on his soggy bottom several times much to the great amuse of the furs watching him.

"S-stop that! I c-command you to stop doing this to me!"

The kangaroo cocked an eyebrow, and leaned forward with her paws on her knees to peer down at the fox, a fierce glint in her eye.

"What's that baby? You're trying to talk back to me? Command me? Oh the mere notion is absolutely hilarious! Now now, until I allow you to, you shall now only speak to me, and others, using babble! Like only the littlest of pathetic infants do!"

Kazard opened his mouth, now thoroughly peeved at his helpless nature, but he found that his tongue felt heavy and awkward in his mouth. It was almost as if he were trying to talk with a stranger's tongue instead of his own!

"Bwahhhh ahhhh, nyeh... Nyah bwuw! Bwu wah g-gaah!" was all that the now thoroughly humiliated fox was able to blurt out, he reflexively moved his front hand paws to cover up his maw, but being on all fours and doing so caused him to fall clumsily on his face, his well padded rear now raised up and facing the audience, tails flailing.

The crowd was beginning to lose it, and jeers of hilarity reached his ears.

"What a complete baby!"

"My toddler has a better sense of balance!"

"He's totally helpless!"

"Oh my goodness, I'd be mortified!"

"I bet he'll never hear the end of this!"

"I wouldn't want to go back to work again on Monday if I were him..."

"He just totally wet himself! In front of a crowd of people!"

"I wonder if he really is just a baby in an adult's body..."

Kazard's cheeks flushed bright fire truck red, and he attempted to cover him his face to hide it, continuing to babble helplessly as he tried his best to form coherent words but only making more infantile noises.

An almost vindictive look came across the kangaroo's contenance as she noticed his discomfort.

Once more she reached within her pouch and retrieved a large, oversized pacifier.

The kangaroo strode forward, and pushed the pacifier inside the mouth of the fox, who made a futile attempt to resist by trying to move his head away. He found, however, as her eyes fixated on his own, he couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried.

As if placing a cherry atop a cake, she reached one last time into her pouch and pulled out a pink strap with a clip on the end. Leaning forwards she clipped it to the front of his dress while tying the string around the ring of the pacifier lodged in his mouth. The crowd, upon realizing what she had done, redoubled their orchestra of hysterics.

Why can't I look away? Is this part of the hypnotism? Am I even hypnotized though? Why can't I shake myself from this?! Is it... am I enjoying this? I don't... I can't tell.. I don't think I've been this conflicted before...

Alastair spoke, her tone now turning a little bit more sinister with a twist of almost gleeful sarcasm, "My my, it's been quite a while since our little stage baby has used his diapers! Does our little one have to go potty?

Raising himself up again on all fours once more, he looked up at the hypnotist defiantly, and mustering all the conviction he could gather, he said slowly but deliberately through his pacified lips, "No!"

The kangaroo cocked and eyebrow, and leaned in closer to the fox's face. "What was that, baby? I don't think Momma Alastair heard you quite right?"

The fox frowned up at her in response, but his ears pinned tightly against the back of his head betrayed his true emotions. Still, gathering his mental fortitude, he managed to push himself up onto his two legs again, and wobbled a few steps forward, eliciting more amused responses from the crowd and even one from the hypnotist herself as she laughed openly. Now standing, he responded again, softer this time, "No..."

"Haha! Look at you toddling around like a little 2 year old! Trying to show mommy that we're all big and grown up?"

The fox grimaced to himself, as his arms flailed behind and in front of him while he struggled to maintain his balance, the accursed booties not helping matters at all, and taking several adjustment steps in order to keep his fragile upright position.

Alastair raised her arm up, pointing at him directly, as the crowd died down upon noticing her dramatic pose. In a stern voice, she pronounced, "You're no big boy my dear fox, you're just a little helpless baby who can't help but use his diapers for their intended purpose. I command you to make stinkies in your diaper!"

Suddenly the grey fox felt something pull sharply at the bottom of his stomach, and soon felt as if he were being attacked with cramps. He clutched at his stomach, his concentration on his balance now shattered as he felt the pressure building on his behind.

Letting loose a loud, almost painful sounding grunt he felt his body begin to push his mess out of his behind and into the seat of his diapers, causing a visible lump to form and sag.

A small cry came from his throat as he fell onto his padded posterior with a loud squishing noise, which broke the silence of the crowd as the guffaws and jeers once again rose up.

The sagging lump squished and soon, was spread evenly against his behind. Several loud farts and squelches erupted from his now almost pulsing behind as he pushed the entire contents of his colon into his diaper, feeling the front of the diaper growing warm again as well, as he wet himself too

Kaz felt his shoulders slump as he found his protests no longer carried with them a tone of indignation, but now sounded more pathetic and pleading, "B-bwut hypwosis nevew wowks on me! How ish thish happening?! Awe of this... you'we just fowcing me into it! I-I'm nawt obeying youw hypwotic commands for wea-"

But he was forced to cut himself off as he found himself putting his paws in front of him and hunching over, panting as the last of the mess was excreted. His backside was now coated in a larger amount of mess than he'd ever imagined he was capable of making, and he'd just done all that in front of more than a hundred people!

Practically gloating with power, Alastair started to slowly walk around the defeated looking fox, she leaned over, her powerful form arching gracefully and her strong, regal tail extending out behind her to balance out her pose.

Kazard could feel her breath and whiskers tickling the inside of his ears as she whispered delicately to him, her voice filling his mind with her power as the words slipped past her lips like drops of honey from a honey bear being squeezed, "You can try and fight me all you like, little kit, but you're nothing compared to my hypnotic techniques. Squirm is all you've done, and all you can ever hope to do. You might as well face that you're utterly powerless and completely under my control!"

Straightening up quickly, she advanced towards the edge of the stage, facing the audience with raised up and outstretched arms, "I see my audience is enjoying the spectacle! But can we not go further?"

She stepped to the side, revealing the humiliated fox who was once again attempting to get back up to his feet in a pathetic bid to escape his now stinkier situation.

"Not only have you demonstrated that you should have always been clad in some pretty thick diapers, but, honestly, given just how well this hypnosis has worked on you, I think you must be enjoying this, right?"

Kazard tried shaking his head to indicate that he very much was not enjoying what was happening to him, but found himself unable to move.

Was there a command in that sentence that forces me to not respond what I think? What's happening? Why can't I tell her no?!

Chuckling, she continued, "Better be careful now, little one. If you show you like this too much, you might just always be turned on by being a messy little diaper kit for the rest of your life!"

Her grin still plastered across her face, she turned to look over shoulder at the crowd, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"What do you think ladies and gentle furs? Shall we make it so that the most arousing thing this poor fox can experience is having everyone see just how much of a messy little baby he is?"

The hypnotist was rewarded with a roar of affirmation, the crowd now more excited than they had been before. She laughed, looking back down again at the poor fox with vindictive glee painted across her face as she studied the pathetic mess before her.

Raising her arm once more and pointing at the fox, she declared, "Until I say otherwise you, Kazard, shall find nothing more sexually pleasing than the public knowledge of just how much of a pathetic, messy, subordinate little fox you are!"

Kazard felt something press down on his soaked diaper front, and he looked down in fear. He was beginning to grope his padded front with increasing intensity. Oh no... he thought to himself, more calmly than he expected to think, What if I won't be able to stop myself...

His initial calm realization, quickly turned to a panicked crushing feeling as he adjusted himself to face the audience, legs spread wide. He began to hump the stage, sliding his messy posterior up and down the stage floor and further spreading his large mess even to the front of his diapers, pressing up against his jewels and giving him the full experience of his messy diaper.

After pausing for dramatic effect, during which Kazard's heart sank down to his toes, she continued, "And if you work your way up to cumming from that sexual fantasy being truth, then I will leave you just like you are. I won't undo any of my ongoing commands. You'll be stuck this way, forever!"

Soon enough the poor fox was rock hard and panting, pawing pathetically against the front of his padding as he closed his eyes with the intensity of his diapered public masturbation.

The sounds of the crowd filled his mind and even while his eyes were closed he saw all those furs and scalies staring at him and laughing, the images of the crowd were seared into his mind, clear as day seeing him as he knew they could tell he was totally and utterly helpless under the will of the hypnotist.

Unbeknownst to him, Alastair was counting down in her mind. Counting down slowly as she observed her latest victim succumb to her will.

Kazard struggled hard, but soon found that even the stubbornness in his mind that was disagreeing with the actions of the hypnotist were dissolving into nothing. His resistance ebbed the closer he got to cumming.

For a second he stopped, struggling to resist. He could feel his control over his mind and body ebbing away from his grasp. He was getting confused signals, I do want this to happen... don't do? Wait... No I don't! But... why don't I? It feels good and I'm supposed to do this... But wait no I'm... What am I again? As his confused took over he resumed once more, passionately rubbing the front of his diaper.

He grimaced and managed to practically babble out, "Bwuh-p-please! J-jusht... undew youw com... com.... commands n-now! B-befowe... it's tew... wate..."

"Tew? Too late for what? None of what I commanded you to do is making you masturbate into your baby diapers. You're doing that of your own accord you little thing!" The crowd, upon receiving this bit of information, were particularly tickled by this and their laughter rose up an extra few levels of volume.

"Don't you have any sense of self control? Just because you find something particularly arousing doesn't mean you have to act on all of your feelings! But I guess little helpless babies have a hard time with their urges, don't they, kit?"

Kazard felt something break, and he gave up denying the truth. Alastair definitely hypnotized him, he admitted to himself as he felt the last dregs of fight in him dissolve.

"A-alwight... I-I'm hypnowotized... Kah woo undow... eet now?"

The sarcasm dripped from her lips her tone suddenly switched to a cooing one, as if she were talking to an actual infant, "It was never about you admitting you were under my power, that was obvious to everyone since you first set foot on the stage!"

The crowd cheered and started to applaud, enthusiastically impressed by her performance.

As the crowd settled once more, she continued, "No no, little one. I don't have to do anything. It's what you have to do. All you have to do is not cum in your baby diapers and I'll happily undo my commands, like I said I would. But I don't think you're going to be able to handle that, hmm kit?

Kazard felt crestfallen, as his self control suddenly was nowhere to be found. He felt a sense of doom upon him as he resumed to rubbing himself through his well used diaper.

The imposing kangaroo leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry now you little thing, just sit yourself back and think of just how much you're enjoying this. That's the most important thing to you right now, how much you want to enjoy this. Go on, let yourself give into the pleasure."

Thoughts of pleasure and sexual fervor began to bombard his mind. It feels so good to be in diapers... Little sissy babies like you ALWAYS enjoy being in diapers... Everyone knows just how big of a sissy and a baby you are... They know that you love making stickies in your little pink crinklepants... Nothing is hotter than being exposed like the big, helpless, and subordinate sissy infant you are!

His cock throbbed as he rubbed harder and harder, now fully unable to control himself. His thoughts drifted away from his consciousness like clouds blown away by strong winds, and he felt himself give way to the subconscious hypnotic programming that he'd be subjected to by the hypnotist.

Everyone... knows that... I'm a subordinate... helpless... messy... diaper kit... Oh gods! Letting out a loud gasp, Kazard felt a shudder run through his entire body like an electric current as he came into the front of his thoroughly messed diapers. With each pulse of his member releasing the hot semen into the front of his soaked diapers the fox whimpered and whined, hips bucking madly against the stage floor.

The orgasm seemed to take over his entire reality as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, cheeks flushed and sweating profusely, the fox's head suddenly felt incredibly heavy. He slumped forward, practically wheezing from the effort he had put forth into showing just how much he enjoyed being in his messy, wet diapers.

He could barely hear the cheering of the crowd as Alastair turned and bowed several times to acknowledge their adoration.

The rest of the performance was a blur in the fox's mind. He vaguely remembered himself being dressed in various humiliating, infantile and sissy outfits by the stage hands, as well as the flash of cameras taking photos of him for, as Alastair put it, "his baby picture scrapbook."

Epilogue

The following weeks seemed to be as unpleasant as the night he went to see the hypnotist's performance. He had had to shamefully toddle back to the theatre when he realized that he wasn't able to get into his car because his pants which contained his keys had been left behind in the theatre. Not to mention his mitten-bound paws and the intense concentration it took to speak anything more than unintelligible baby babble that prevented him from communicating.

The security guard at the front entrance had a seriously difficult time taking him seriously and gave him quite the hassle.

After what felt like hours, a stage hand was summoned and helped the poor fox out of his infantile restraints, but had not taken into account the fact that the fox was still missing his pants.

He had to run off back to his duties, but had informed him that if he wanted to get them he'd probably have to go back up on the stage and ask for them.

Which was why the fox had had to return, yet again, to the stage, wearing nothing but the soft pink booties, the short and frilly pink dress, which still did nothing to hide his smelly and sagging diaper, to ask the hypnotist for his pants back.

She had agreed, but only if he phrased the question like an infant would. It took him quite a few attempts he was able to barely manage an intelligible, "pwease may I have muh big boy pants, pwetty pwease?" as his words still were dissolving into babble.

Carelessly she had motioned for an assistant to give them to him, and he had toddled haltingly out of the theatre again clutching his prize.

After having to sit in his mess during the nerve racking drive home, he had quickly thrown away all the baby crap including the diaper, and showered. He got into his bed shaking slightly, clutching at his covers.

He felt as if his life had been turned upside down. Never before had such an experience both shaken up him so severely and turned him on as much as that night.

Despite himself he found he was revisiting that night's occurrences every time he felt horny, the feelings of humiliation, embarrassment, and subordination giving him a thrill like no other.

The word had spread around his work place quite quickly, and after his boss had found out about the event (through an overwhelming amount of pictures and several videos) had expressed to Kazard that he no longer felt that it was appropriate that he was associated with the company.

Jobless, the fox lived on savings for several weeks before his frustration got the better of him. He had begun to do some research on his newly found fetishes, and found to his surprise the a website offering work involving humiliation, infantilism, and hypnotization.

Before he knew it, he had connected with an associate, and upon expressing his recent griefs found himself before offered a paid position as a "camera baby."

Desperate and subconsciously yearning for more experiences like the embarrassing evening he had suffered through, he readily agreed.

A little more than one year later...

The door clicked open as Alastair let herself into the humble living space of the fox she had hypnotized not so long ago. She smirked to herself as she strode purposefully through the household, nodding shortly at the rather confused looking cleaning lady who was vacuuming the living room at the time.

After the thoroughly humiliated fox had left her theatre the kangaroo had kept tabs on him just like she did with all those who fell head over heels for her hypnotic tricks. True, it didn't always work in the long term like it did with Kazard, but sometimes everything lined up just right.

She smirked to herself as she thought about how malleable he truly was, of course he wasn't too aware of that. Her hypnotic tricks worked so well that she was even able to let herself slip into his life to observe pretty closely without him noticing all this time later.

She could hear muffled moans and whimpers coming from behind one of the doors on the second floor of the house, and the hypnotist climbed up the stairs swiftly taking two at a time with her long strides.

Her powerful tail swished back and forth behind her as she strode purposefully through the second level. She gently cracked open the door behind which her sensitive large ears had picked up the noise.

She stepped into a bedroom which looked rather ordinary, except for the obvious incontinence supplies strewn here and there.

It was pretty apparent somebody relied heavily on diapers occupied the bedroom, as a diaper pail stood next to a changing pad laid out in the corner, and several large stacks of unopened cases of diapers were in another part of the room.

Alastair walked over to the bed and, confirming her suspicions, ran a paw over the bed feeling and hearing the plastic sheets underneath him, just like a small child with a leaky night time bladder would have on their own mattress.

Glancing up she noticed a calendar with various stickers depicting rain clouds on most of the dates. A potty training chart huh? How cute!

She reached over and took it off of the wall, flipping back from December to January of that year. The marks started in February, and didn't display any accidents until the end of the month, then they appeared once a week, and then several times a week as she progressed through the calendar getting more and more numerous until two stickers were being placed every few days.

Looks like somebody lost control during the day too... My my somebody really has become diaper dependent! The show was in September though... My goodness he would have had to start wearing 24/7 only a month after the show to start having accidents by February!! Wow, how pathetic...

Returning the calendar to where she found it, she looked over at a doorway on the opposite side of the room to the one she had entered. The noises were coming from behind it, much less muffled now that only one door separated her from their source. She went over and gently opened the door, peering inside.

There sat Kaz, dressed in a ridiculously girlish outfit sporting pink ruffles and a dress skirt that was nowhere near long enough to hide the obviously thoroughly soiled pink diapers clung around his waist.

The fox was seated near the back of a crib, arms bound snugly to the raised upper back railing. A giant novelty bottle, easily gallon sized had been strung up on a hook above the crib, with a tube attached to it going through to a pacifier gag strapped firmly around his head, leaving him little choice but to drink the bottle's contents.

His legs too were well restrained up towards his arms, fully displaying his diaper which had a vibrator wand taped to the front of it, buzzing away much to Kazard's obvious pleasure.

There were several cameras positioned around the room, and a computer monitor and tower set up in a corner presumably streaming the footage that the cameras were capturing.

The fox's eyes were glazed as he stared at nothing in particular, his paws pulled at the restraints, while he suckled at the milk coming through his pacifier gag. Occasionally, a small amount of the liquid dripped down and was being caught by a bib that was strapped around his neck, displaying the words, "Messy Sissy Baby!"

Alastair gazed around the room, further taking in the scene before her. Various large stuffed animals were strewn around the room, all looking appropriate for a little girl pup.

A large pink unicorn, giant purple teddy bear, and several other similarly colored animals all were scattered around the room. A pink shag carpet, rocking chair, white wardrobe, and large changing table with various other restraints similar to the ones in the crib also occupied the room.

Another, larger, week to week, potty chart was also hung up on the wall, this time displaying not rain clouds but large diaper cub magnets with obvious well soaked diapers, most even looking shy about having done more than just wet in their baby pants, having also messed them quite thoroughly. The chart, of course, was also in perfect view of the camera's line of sight.

Alastair closed the door behind her, leaning against it and simply observing the fox for a few moments. With a sly smile she spoke up, softly commanding, "Now now, be a good little sissy baby and wet your diapers for me like a good girl!"

At first, nothing happened. The kangaroo frowned, and repeated the statement once again, only to no avail once more.

Suddenly an obnoxiously wet fart filled the room, and with a soft, almost desperate sounding grunt the fox messed himself in front of her, the seat of his diapers beneath the vibrating wand bulging out distinctly as he helplessly fudged his pampers.

Her eyes widened as she realized that it wasn't that her hypnotic tricks no longer had any affect on him, it was the fact that he couldn't obey. Kazard no longer had control over his bowels or bladder anymore. He'd become utterly dependent on his diapers.

Nevermind that then, I think that this one might still work. Clearing her throat she intoned once more, "Alright sissy, show everyone just how much you love being in your well used diapers!"

He moaned louder than before and his eyes closed, after a few moments of heavier breathing his legs bucked but were still held firmly and securely by his restraints. He whimpered as he made an obvious show of finishing into his diapers, letting out a sigh of relief as his climax ended

You really let yourself get wrapped up in this stuff huh? Had you actually tried to resist my hypnotically induced commands you would have been able to break free in a week or two. But here we are a little more than year later, and they still work like a charm.

She shook her head, still smiling as she leaned over to picking up a baby rattle and reaching over to shake it in front of his face, causing his distant eyes to fixate on it vaguely, a gurgling noise coming from his pacifier gag as he seemed to attempt to react to it.

That only caused more milk to splotch down on his bib, and Alastair had to place a paw in front of her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Opening the door she softly exited the nursery, quietly closing it behind her. Before leaving, after a moment's slight hesitation, left her business card clipped to the potty chart calendar.

If anything, I'm sure once he sees it he'll get a good squirm. With a feeling of satisfaction at a job well done, she exited the premises, leaving behind a fox whose life she had forever altered to now consist of sissified infantile humiliation, a lack of potty training, an internet fetish presence that served as his primary source of income, and more diapers than he could have possibly imagined before.