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Chapter 21 (NSFW)

Scott opened his eyes, the first few rays of sunshine entering his nursery like thin fingers looking to tickle the end of his muzzle. Squirming, the leopard felt the resistance of the full body straightjacket sleeper he was strapped into. The piece covered the secured leopard from head to toe, keeping his arms hugging his sides firmly and his legs buckled together. Several locks sewn into the fabric on his back kept the sleeper buckled in place, making it completely impossible for the wearer to have even the slightest chance of escape. The pacifier gag wrapped around his muzzle made sure that any complaints or attempts at biting at any of his night time garments were rendered moot. The smell of a well used diaper tickled at the feline's nostrils, and the expanded bulk that hugged his bottom and crotch pressed firmly against him.

I don't even know what day of the week it is anymore...

It had been quite some time now since the cock cage and red collar had been secured on Scott. The days of uncontrollable messings and wettings had begun to blend into one another, causing Scott to feel as if it had always been like this. The rabbit had indeed not let up her increasing domination over every aspect of his waking day, even to the point of finely tuning his digestive system to be set on a time table. He had noticed that he woke up each day in the morning and after his morning and afternoon naps with a thoroughly soaked diaper hugging his waist. In addition to having now fully developed bladder incontinence, his morning messings had now caused Scott to realize that his sphincter held almost no resistance to his bowel movements whatsoever.

Several times throughout the day his stomach would churn and with almost no warning he would find the back of his diaper expanding to accommodate his accident. The almost liquid consistency of his bowel movements ensured that within a few minutes the entirety of his diaper was messy, furthering the feeling of helplessness and dependency he had on the rabbit to keep his furry bottom clean. Scott suckled sleepily on his pacifier, a line of drool descending from the sides of his muzzle onto the bib adorning his front which read, "Wittle Pwedatow."

The drooling was a result of the thick coating of muscle relaxant and laxatives that covered the bulb of his gag. The drug mixture made it almost impossible for the leopard to struggle or resist any of the various treatments the rabbit subjected him to, which had ranged from spankings to enemas to, "keep the kitty's insides nice and squeaky clean."

Scott felt the front of his diaper grow suddenly warm, and he knew immediately that he had just freshly wet himself with no prior warning. A few seconds later, the door to his nursery opened and the rabbit strolled humming a merry tune. She did not address him immediately, of course. Big Mommies like her had to first sort the baby's straightjacket onesies, sleepers, and other 'safety' clothing into the closet. Little things like Scott had to lay and wait in his thoroughly used diaper until the rabbit was satisfied with her tidying.

"Good morning sweetie, let's see if you made it through the night without any oopsies."

The rabbit padded over to the large crib, deftly unlatching the mechanical locks and lowering the rails down. Scott stayed still, in his mind he reminded himself that good babies didn't squirm while their Mommies examined their diapers. This was just one of the mantras that the rabbit had been playing at night on her subliminal messaging tapes. The rabbit undid a front strap on the sleeper, peeling back a flap which openly revealed just the leopard's diaper area.

"Phew! By the smell of it it seems like my little one had a big accident last night. Good thing I keep you in my special ni-ni diapers, hmm?"

The diaper in question was approximately an inch thick, and incredibly absorbent. The rabbit had taken yet another copy of the leopard's blueprints for various infantile artifacts and had improved upon it exponentially. Covered in patterns of sleepy bears and fluffy clouds, the diaper was designed to take any kind of punishment and mess the leopard was able to create and contain it effectively, eliminating the chance of leaks entirely. Of course, the rabbit had decided to exclude the odor blockage. Scott figured that eliminating such a tell-tale part of diaper usage would be pointless if her intention was to make him feel as babyish as possible.

"Well, we have to make sure, don't we?"

Reaching over, the rabbit began a thorough inspection of gently squeezing and groping the front of his diaper, reaching down and squeezing the back as well. Scott's cock pressed against the unyielding plastic of his cage throughout the entire process, feeling more turned on than during any other part of his infantile day. He loved nothing more than when his Mommy paid attention to his soaked, messy night time diaper. A moan escaped into his pacifier which he now suckled at an accelerated pace.

The rabbit smiled sweetly at him as she patted his diaper front, "Aww, I think my little one is excited Mommy is checking his diapers! Good thing we have you all nice and locked up. Otherwise, we might have some naughty stickies made without Mommy's permission, hmm?"

The rabbit pushed her hand against the leopard's messy diaper bottom, pushing the inner disaster against him as an additional reminder of who was in charge before she refastened the flap over his diaper once again.

"Alright honey you just sit tight, Mommy is going to fix something yummy to put in that tum so you can fill another diaper for me."

Raising the crib rail, Scott could only watch helplessly and squirm against the weighted straightjacket sleeper as the rabbit softly padded out of the room. With a click, the nursery was locked leaving the leopard to his own thoughts. His stomach gurgled, and before he could mentally brace himself he felt the mess slide out of him and into the waiting diaper. His cock ached against his cage, weeks of unreleased tension contained in a tiny plastic package. Scott bucked his hips weakly forward and backwards, yearning, pleading for release.