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From the start, the whole thing seemed a bit off. Your parents had left you home alone countless times; why would you suddenly need a cubsitter again? Sure, you may have had a few friends over the last time you had the place to yourself for a night, but that didn't mean you needed constant supervision like a little cub! If punishment was their goal, couldn't they just take away your allowance or something? Alas, under threat of having your gaming console locked away in Dad's file cabinet, you caved into their demands and hopped into the back seat of the minivan.

"Jackie was so stoked for us when she heard we got the tickets." Your mom gleamed to your dad as he got in.. Her eyes flashed to you in the rear-view as she reversed out of the driveway. "And when I told her about our being in need of a cubsitter again, she said it would be the perfect chance to catch up with you after all this time, honey!"

"This band hasn't played a show out here since back when you were one of Miss Jacqueline's frequent flyers." He shot a look back, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "So I better not have to leave early because of her calling and telling us you lost your temper."

"I still don't see why you're doing this." You protested, crossing your arms in angst.

"Because if you're going to throw parties when we go out for the night, then clearly you aren't mature enough to be left alone yet." She retorted.

"It was four people! And I've apologized so many times!"

"You better not have this attitude when you're at her place, kiddo." Your dad rumbled. "Miss Jacqueline has babysat for our family since your uncle was in nursery school. That means she's basically family, and you know that if you misbehave at all, we'll hear every single detail, right?"

"Now, I don't want to hear any more whining. If you don't have anything nice to say, then just be quiet until we get there." Your mom tutted. "And you listen to your father. Jackie's been nothing but nice to you over the years, so if you want your video games to still be in your room tomorrow, then you'd better do everything she says."

"Can't believe you won't even let me have my phone." You grumbled defeatedly.

"I said quiet!" She raised her voice a notch, making the fur on your neck begin to stand. "Even when I knew her in high school, Jackie was old-fashioned. If she says she doesn't want you staring at your Angry Birds or whatever for a few hours, then you have to respect her rules. Understood?"

Hanging on to some semblance of pride, you withheld giving an answer, preferring to stew in silence rather than admit that your parents were right.

Miss Jacqueline only lived a town over, and thankfully, it was on the way to where the concert was held. As the minivan pulled off the main road, the nostalgic feeling from driving down this same block so many times started to settle in. Any time your parents had plans, and couldn't get a grandparent to watch you, her house was practically your second home. She was a nice enough lady, but as you got older, she seemed a little too coddling and involved for your liking. At an age where one is perfectly content with a Game Boy and a Capri Sun, no one wants to have a bedtime story read aloud to them, or watch the boring cubby shows on her basic cable. Now that you were long past needing to be babysat, you could only imagine how impossibly boring the night ahead would be.

Finally pulling into the familiar driveway, you lingered in taking your seatbelt off, as if staying put right in the van would somehow change your fate, but a stern look from your father succeeded in getting you out. Up the cobblestone path from where you parked, the front door swung open, and out stepped a sienna-furred cow of statuesque build. Her dark eyes crinkled as she smiled and waved, lifting her long skirt off the ground as she descended the porch steps to meet us.

"You're running late!" Miss Jacqueline clucked teasingly.

"Someone didn't want to stop playing their video games." Your mother rolled her eyes. "Shocking, right?"

"They grow up so fast, but never really change!" The cow chuckled, planting her hands on her knees as she bent down to beam at you. "How have you been, sweetie? Oh, I missed you so much!"

You muttered something venomous-sounding under your breath, shoving your hands in your pockets and looking aside disinterestedly. Stepping beside you and wrapping a hand around your shoulder, Miss Jacqueline spoke to your parents.

"I'll take it from here, you two. Enjoy the show, I hope you have a blast!"

"Thanks a million, Jackie!" Your mom reached out to hug her.

"We should be back around midnight." Your dad waved goodbye as he plodded back toward the minivan. "Maybe later if they play an encore."

"Take your time, you deserve a night to yourselves!"

As the minivan pulled off into the dusk, Miss Jacqueline ushered you back toward the front door. It had been so long since you'd last seen her that you'd forgotten just how much bigger than you she really was; while as a little cub you may have seen all grown-ups as giants, this cow still towered almost a head higher than you, and another if you include her horns.

"So, dear, how is my precious little angel today?" She cooed, only a step behind you as you entered the house. "We're gonna have so much fun together; can you hardly wait?"

Another wave of deja vu hit you as the door closed behind you. The house was exactly the same as you remembered it, down to the smallest detail: the same play kitchen of white and blue plastic sat beside a wooden dollhouse in the room beside the entryway, and down the hall, you could make out a bright red toy dump truck in front of a stack of cardboard building blocks you had practically stacked enough times to build the Great Wall of China over the years. You had heard that Miss Jacqueline still took care of cubs for family and friends, but hadn't counted on her keeping what may well have been antiques around!

"Not very talkative today, are we?" The cow paused to slide her shoes off, placing them neatly on the mat by the door, and eyeing yours until you did the same. "Well, that's not very kind of you, but I certainly prefer it over that tantrum you through last time. Remember, you didn't want to eat your peas at dinner?"

She seriously remembered little details of the last time you had been there? As she said it, vague memories of mushy peas and many tears were stirred up, but she spoke as if it had been only days ago.

"Speaking of which, you follow me." She started off down the hallway, and with no viable alternative in sight, you followed suit. Around the corner from the room with boys' toys, she flicked on the light switch and stepped into a room with walls of soft yellow, decorated with vinyl decals of little balloons and Winnie the Pooh characters. The nursery had been designed to accommodate cubs of all species and sizes, and you had always distinctly remembered the furniture as being much larger than what your parents kept at home. That observation still held true; the long wooden table in the center of the room, topped with a pad of shiny white plastic, looked like a doctor's exam table, and the crib in the corner appeared to have a twin-sized mattress fitted between its slats of canary yellow.

"What are we doing in here?" You raised an eyebrow curiously. Miss Jacqueline reached down to the shelves beneath the tabletop, pulling out a hefty bottle of baby powder and setting it on the table.

"I seem to recall someone making an uh-oh on the kitchen floor when they were being fussy." She strode over to a cabinet against the wall, where rows and rows were stacked with bundles of thick white cloth. Eyeing each stack inquisitively, she suddenly turned back to you and set her hands on your waist, giving a determined "hmm" noise before rotating back to the shelf. Before seeing her select one of the bundles and placing it beside the powder, you had almost forgotten Miss Jacqueline was exclusively a purveyor of cloth diapers. Sometimes having multiple cubs who needed them around the house, she swore by them as more cost-effective and environmentally conscious, but all you remembered thinking at the time was how strangely they compared to the Huggies you were accustomed to as a cub.

"I know potty-training has been pretty tough for you, so we decided it'd be easier for everyone if we put that on pause for tonight, and not have to worry about any accidents like last time. Does that sound okay, sweetie?"

At that point, something seemed seriously wrong to you. How could she possibly think you were still potty-training? You'd have understood if she was a few years off in guessing your age, but you struggled to think of how someone with detailed memories of the last time you'd met could fail to realize how long ago it'd been. Your mind raced as she paced toward you and reached for your midsection again. Not as off-guard this time, you tried to swat her hands away, but she deftly placed her fingers on your belt and began to unfasten it.

"What the..." you stammered. "Hey!"

"Really, skipping straight past trainers and putting you in big cub undies so soon?" She clicked her teeth as the button on your jeans was undone, revealing the white cotton of your waistband. "If you ask me, your mummy and daddy are rushing you into it. No wonder you've been having so much trouble."

Without warning, you were hoisted into the air by your waist, and the cow's muscular arms gently sat you down on the tabletop. With a firm push to your abdomen, she forced you to lie back on the crinkling mat while her other hand tugged your jeans down your legs.

"Stop!" You yelped, wriggling against her strength in an attempt to break free.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, dear." She soothed, folding your pants tidily before reaching back toward your underwear. "There's nothing wrong with still needing diapers at your age, little one. It's certainly better than dirtying a pair of undies with drips and drops, now, isn't it?"

"I haven't..." Adrenaline began to surge as your crotch was bared, and you looked away to hide a tear of distress while Miss Jacqueline closely inspected the interior of your underwear.

"Looks like you did pretty good so far today, but better to expect the unexpected, as they say." She set them down by your jeans, removing her hold on your belly as she began to unfold the bulky fabric on the table. You had been seriously entertaining the notion that this was all a joke, that Miss Jacqueline had been doing a bit about how long it'd been since she was last your cubsitter, but now you were moments away from having an oversized diaper pinned on you. Bolting upright and cupping your hands over your privates, you desperately aimed a flurry of kicks toward the cow's head. In a heartbeat, both hands were locked onto your ankles, and with expert precision, she fastened them to the corners of the table with sturdy fabric straps. Before you could bend forward to push her away, she leaned over you and bound your wrists similarly.

"Let me go!" you sniffled, writhing against the restraints, but feeling nothing budge. "Come on, please! This is so fucked up!"

"Language!" She snapped, staring down into your eyes with potent warning. "I don't think I like this attitude you've been having recently. What could have possibly gotten into you, sweetie?"

"What do you want from me? I don't undermmph!" Your pleading was cut short by a thick teat of squeaky rubber being shoved roughly into your maw, and before you could identify the intruder as an almost comically large pacifier, Miss Jacqueline was tightening a strap around the back of your head to keep it firmly in place.

"I seem to remember Mummy saying you'd get your computer games taken away if you weren't a good cub for me tonight." She continued preparing the diaper, plucking a couple safety pins from a cup beneath the table. "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we? So, if you promise to be on your best behavior for the rest of the night, and do whatever I ask you, then I'll tell Mummy and Daddy that you told me how sorry you are for being naughty at home the other night. Maybe they'll go easy on you. How does that sound?"

You hesitated to agree, but she had a valid point; any chance at gaming in the near future was dependent on this lady's word, and it didn't seem likely she'd be taking no for an answer. Perhaps going along with whatever delusion she was experiencing was the path of least resistance in this scenario.

"Oh, goodness. How could I forget?" She clasped her hands to her cheeks, before turning around and exiting the room. "I bet I know exactly why you've been so fussy lately. Always were such a colicky little tyke. Let's see now..." You could make out the sounds of rummaging through a cupboard, followed by a triumphant "aha!", and the running of a faucet. Her footsteps clacked back toward you, and proudly she held a massive red water bottle, steam and soapsuds escaping the open top.

"I know your mummy usually just gives you extra juice when you get like this, but I don't believe any of that works half as well as an old-fashioned colonic." Finding a hook mounted overhead on the ceiling, she mounted the bag where its attached tube dangled down beside your stomach, and as she reached for a tub of petroleum jelly underneath the table, the realization of where all that hot, soapy water was intended to go suddenly sank in. You frantically renewed your struggle against the bonds, but the only movement came as she unlatched a clasp at the foot of the table, separating the end plank to which your legs were secured. Lifting the plank high enough to carry your behind off the table, she swiftly positioned the diaper underneath, and set you back down on it. The fabric beneath you provided even more cushion than the table pad, thick with layers and layers of soft cloth sewn together into a classic prefold.

"Now sweetie, this might make your tummy feel all rumbly for a little while, but in order for it to make you all better, I need you to try and hold it in for as long as you can. Do you think you can try that for me?"

Seeing no way out of the situation from here, you resigned yourself to nodding silently, eyes tightly shut as you braced every muscle in your body for what was coming. The cap of the petroleum jelly popped off, and time seemed to slow to a crawl as you waited.

"This part might feel a little funny, dear. Just relax." Without warning, a cold finger prodded against your bottom, smearing a glob of slick jelly against the pucker before slipping inside ever so slowly. You let out a soft sob behind the gag in your mouth, feeling the digit twist around as it entered deeper before pulling quickly back out. In a moment, the missing finger was replaced with a poke from a tapered rubber plug. Coated with jelly just as liberally as your hole, the plug eased in as Miss Jacqueline applied steady pressure, coaxing a gasp from you when it stretched wider and wider. Once it seemed unable to push any further, the cow picked up a rubber bulb attached to the plug, and gave it a firm squeeze. The plastic intrusion seemed to throb inside your cubby hole, inflating like a balloon in your backside. With a groan, you could feel it pulse again as she squeezed the bulb anew, and when she continued to steadily pump more air, the growing pressure seemed to be causing an achy restlessness in your private parts that felt entirely uncalled for in such a tortuous predicament.

"Here it comes, sweetie. Take a deep breath, alright?" You opened your eyes, and her fingers were toying with a clamp on the bag's hose. It slid freely down the hose once released, and with it, a torrential gush of warm, sudsy water came rushing inside you. You jumped as much as you could in your confines, entirely unprepared for the feeling of so much liquid filling you up. Your belly felt like it was beginning from the sheer volume, and you couldn't help but whimper as your entire digestive tract cried out in discomfort.

"Hush now." Miss Jacqueline murmured beside you, resting a hand on your stomach and rubbing it in slow circles in an attempt to soothe the incessant cramping. "All that yucky mess will come out soon enough, and you'll be back to your well-tempered self. No need to fret."

Looking her in the eyes, her expression was as tender and genuine-appearing as the tone of her voice. Even as you gave her a look of terror and fear, she smiled back at you as if to reassure you that it would be alright, despite every fiber of your being screaming to the contrary. You threw your head back onto the table and winced your eyes shut, simply counting the seconds as you prayed the torment would be over soon. And sure enough, after what felt like a decade, Miss Jacqueline squeezed the bag to confirm that its contents had poured completely into you, and reclamped the hose. An involuntary sigh of relief escaped your throat as the plug began to deflate with a hiss, and was unceremoniously yanked from your tailhole. A shudder shook up your spine as the girthy nozzle left you, and a squirt of soapy water dribbled out into the thirsty diaper waiting below.

"Just keep holding it in. That's a good cub." She gave your belly one last pat before curling up the enema kit and setting it on the table. Grabbing the baby powder next, she gave several strong shakes to the bottle to unleash a flurry of thickly scented talcum onto your crotch. The cool sensation was a bit of a shock, and when she began to tenderly rub it into your most sensitive bits, that restless needy feeling began to simmer again, persisting after she had pinned the fabric tight across your hips, and only adding to the total confusion you had already experienced tonight.

Just as quickly as you'd been strapped into the table's restraints, the cow released each of your legs and pulled some new garment up over them. Placing a palm on the small of your back, she forced you up off the mat and let a sturdy elastic waistband snap over the top of the diaper. Looking down with frightened curiosity, you found a pale blue pair of heavy-gauge plastic pants covering the pillowy fabric and pressing it tight against your crotch. Experimentally stretching your now-free thighs, you found that the hefty bulk pressed your thighs out into a cowboy stance, no matter how hard you tried to force them shut.

After releasing your arms from their straps, she slung you over her shoulder, as if you weighed only as much as a sack of flour. It would have been an ideal time to attempt an escape, but with the unexpected shift in body position, a storm surge of the waters sloshing around inside you demanded your whole attention. It was all you could do to tense your weary muscles and pray that would be enough to keep it in. The battle only worsened as she began to walk down the hallway to the living room, where a section of the carpet was lined with brightly colored foam mats, and penned in by a series of tall plastic gates. Littered about the floor were a plethora of stuffed animals and baby toys, some of them larger than any you'd seen in stores, and directly in front of the TV screen sat a wooden rocking horse so massive, it could have rivalled an actual pony.

"You sit here and play nice while Miss Jacqueline picks out a show for you to watch, okay sweetie?" Into the playpen you descended, wincing beneath your binky as your bottom made contact with the matted floor. "I think last time, you took a nap before finishing your Thomas, so why don't we replay that tape before starting the next one? Let me see where we left off..."

Her back was turned as she rifled around in the video cabinet, and despite the countdown timer blaring in your posterior, you saw your best chance yet to get to a bathroom, and after using it, hopefully climb out a window and seek help. Standing up gingerly while trying to keep your behind clenched tight, the only hurdle you could find in your path would be literally hurdling over the chest-high gates surrounding you. On tiptoe, you stealthily crept toward the corner nearest to the stairs, where you vividly recalled the house's only bathrooms being. Another wave of cramps wracked your colon, making you grab your middle and almost fall over with the intense feeling of pressure, but you couldn't blow what might be your one chance at freedom. Waiting a moment in hopes the discomfort might subside, you continued.

As you hesitantly lifted a leg up and placed it on the bars of the gate, the cramps doubled in force without warning, and in such a compromising position, you couldn't help but let out a surprised yip as a resonant wet farting sound bellowed from under your tail, and the spurt of gas made the crinkly plastic pants around your waist puff out past their tight elastics.

With uncanny speed, Miss Jacqueline whipped her head around and glared daggers directly at you, confirming the source of the lewd sound with a subtle sniff. You were frozen in place, unable to move a muscle out of fear that your next leak might be something more substantial.

"And here, I thought you'd finally gotten over this little naughty streak." She stood up and folded her arms across her chest, VHS tapes in hand, and marched slowly toward you. "This is your final warning, okay? If you act up like this one more time, I guarantee you won't see your video games for another year, at least. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay put and stop testing my patience."

As you stared back at her like you were caught in headlights, another twitch of your belabored pucker let a pair of short toots escape, and your only tactic to dam the floodgates was to right your leg until you stood perfectly straight, and clasp your paws to your butt cheeks while sucking in a desperate deep breath through your nose. Her footsteps sounded out of the room, but by the time the cramps waned long enough to allow you to open your eyes, she had returned, with two decidedly unfamiliar puffy white objects in tow.

"Give me your paws." She commanded, and with all hope of maintaining a shred of dignity long gone, you simply obliged without giving it a second thought. Over your paws, she slid thumbless mittens with padding so thick, you could scarcely even wiggle a finger inside. Pulling you toward the rocking horse until you straddled the cushy leather saddle, she fastened buckles on the mittens' cuffs to the leather reins of the horse, and pushed you down onto the seat with enough force to let a considerable gush of enema solution shoot out into your diaper. As you grimaced, she slid a finger inside the waist of your plastic pants and pulled it back to peer inside.

"Looks like you've still got a long way before you're all cleaned out. You just relax and watch your Thomas while the rest works its way through, sweetie." She popped a tape into the VCR, and as the TV flickered to life and a familiar theme song began to play, she planted a kiss on your forehead and stepped out of the room.

Desperate to be rid of the aching cramps in your belly, but very much wishing you could leave your own body to do so, you found yourself strangely transfixed on the island of Sodor, where Percy was being chastised by the Controller for pulling pranks on the big engines again. By this point, you could already feel how the back of your diaper has started to turn damp and warm, clinging to your backside as the rocking horse teetered back and forth. There was no point in prolonging the suffering any further. When the next cramp bubbled up, you simply let go, and your tail involuntarily flagged high as a torrent of hot mush came squelching out uncontrollably. Your insides instantly felt ten times better after the first push, but the way the saddle forced the mess to spread across your bottom and squish up toward the front left much to be desired.

More and more water and mush flowed out of you, and even if you wanted to stem the flow, you weren't sure you'd be able to. Upper body practically slumped onto the head of the rocking horse, you felt as winded as a marathon runner while your guts continued dumping their contents into the seat of your diaper. Another warm flooding sensation began to sodden the front of its crotch, and ashamedly, you realized your bladder had given out with hardly a warning during all the commotion.

Still attempting to focus on the misadventures of Thomas and his train friends instead of how spent and dirty you felt, your attention was broken as you began to pick up on Miss Jacqueline's voice coming from the other room.

"...must have had to go quite a bit, from the sound of it!" she chuckled. "I think the message is crystal clear now. Yes, yes, I'll be sure to draw a bath before it gets too late. Wouldn't want the car smelling like a nursery too!"

By the sound of it, you were fairly certain she was on the phone with your parents. Had they put Miss Jacqueline up to this? Or had it been her idea? Whatever the case, this punishment was magnitudes more severe and more twisted than anything you thought you deserved for your wrongdoing. The only solace came in the fact that, in a few hours, you'd be gone from this place, hopefully forever.

"...Tuesday nights are usually free for me, but Fridays could work, assuming you're alright with other cubs being around. Oh, heavens, no, they're all about the same age. Yes, a lot of clients are saying that regular sessions help keep the cubs in line long-term..."

Despondent, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It seemed you'd be seeing a lot more of Miss Jacqueline than you'd ever could have imagined.