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Chapter 5

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Dylan could feel the rivulets of sweat coming off of his brow and dripping from his square chin.

Sure it was a balmy 97 degrees that day, but that wasn't the only reason he was sweating bullets.

Dylan had decided that today was the day he took his infantile fantasies just a little bit further, and he was thinking about the potential consequences as he drove to the mall.

Dressed in nothing except his cutest onesies, a diaper with several stuffers in it, and his pacifier clipped to his front, he had decided to indulge his babyish fantasies on a level he had not thought before he would want to enjoy.

Despite his apprehension, something in the back of his mind egged him on. It was as if a little voice was continually encouraging him to go ahead with his fantasy.

What's the worst that could happen? A few people galk at the cute little baby foal and the accident he has in his pants? It's nothing the furs there haven't seen before. After all, that's why you're wearing your diapers.

This continuous monologue that played in his head, justifying and reassuring him whenever he doubted his babyish instincts, now held a dominating presence in the donkey's brain.

He couldn't have resisted had he wanted to try; he always seemed to come to the conclusion that what he was doing was only natural, as little babies who have accidents need to wear thick diapers.

This inner mantra kept him obeying traffic laws and focusing enough to be able to pull into the mall parking lot without hesitation.

Locking his car, he put his car keys into a little backpack he had brought with him and shouldered it.

The inside of it rattled gently, as it also held a few choice baby toys he had brought with him.

After all, babies can get bored sometimes. Little foals need to make sure to have their rattles and pacis handy!

In addition to the rattle, he had brought a full baby bottle filled with formula that he had prepared prior.

Satisfied that he was fully packed and ready for a day of shopping, Dylan set out working towards the mall entrance.

Furs began to stare almost immediately at the overgrown infant that had just proudly marched into their mixed.

What was originally a normal Saturday filled with mothers and their kids out shopping now turned into a spectacle.

Furs whispered amongst themselves, pointing and some even recording as Dylan strode without hesitation towards his store of choice. Dylan was going to Build-A-Bear.

An elephant mother used her large ears to cover the eyes of her daughter, as a jaguar couple stopped lapping at their ice cream cones to stare at him long enough for the treat to start dripping onto their hands unnoticed.

A group of canine teenagers stopped in their tracks and immediately started whispering with each other, pointing and laughing as Dylan plainly ignored their jeering.

The donkey was in a daze, too focused on the fact that everybody was seeing him as the baby he knew he was to feel any regret or true embarrassment.

True his cheeks were burning with a bright blush, but it wasn't the same kind of embarrassment the adult Dylan might have felt a few weeks earlier had he been doing the same thing.

This time he just felt shy, all the attention the people around him were giving him felt a little bit overwhelming and he couldn't help but giggle to himself.

It was all so silly, people pointing out his diaper and commenting loudly on whether or not he had just wet himself.

Of course he had wet himself, that's what the diapers were for after all. The slight waddle in his gait affirmed that as he felt the front of his padding grow just a bit tighter around his bits.

He smiled behind his pacifier, and expressed satisfaction and relief across his muzzle as he felt the front of his diaper grow warmer and soggier.

Much better... On with the shopping trip!

He had hardly noticed the fact that he had stopped dead in his tracks in the crowd of people and had quite obviously peed into the front of his diaper in front of all the aghast onlookers.

The expressions on the various furs' faces ranged from shock, disgust, to morbid interest, to utter disbelief as the chubby donkey continued about his way as if nothing had happened.

Dylan finally arrived at Build-A-Bear and started to idly browse, occasionally picking up a stuffed animal and giving him a hug test before putting it down and continuing his plush scrutiny.

As his mind was filled with infantile pleasantries, marveling at just how many cute little stuffies there were that he wanted to snuggle in his crib, the staff were standing behind him anxiously trying to decide what to do.

"Do we kick him out?"

"Under what circumstances? He's just browsing and isn't really harming anyone."

"But look at what he's wearing, he looks like an overgrown baby! And I'm pretty sure that diaper is wet..."

"Yeah, sure looks like he could use a change. I don't know, just ask if he needs any help browsing and maybe he'll leave?"

As the staff continued to quarrel amongst each other, Dylan continued his search in blissful ignorance.

Finally, as he picked up a husky plushie that looked suspiciously familiar to him, one of the shorter people working there, an albino ferret, nervously walked up to him.

"H-hi there! Can I... Can I help you?"

Dylan turned around, suckling happily on his pacifier as he held up the husky plushie between his hooves.

"Yesh pleash!"

He said, the bulb of the pacifier in his muzzle causing him to lisp severely.

Giggling, the donkey popped the pacifier out of his mouth and reiterated.

"Yes please! How much is this little plushie? I'd like to get him for my collection back in my crib."

Smiling, he waited for the ferret's response. The poor fur had paled at the apparent lack of bashfulness and the thorough enthusiasm with which the oversized baby in front of her spoke with.

She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted before she could let out as much as squeak by Dylan's legs suddenly becoming wobbly.

He grunted, and much to the horror of everyone in the store exclaimed loudly.

"I'm... I'm making... I'm making big... big stinkies!"

As several people rushed out of the store in a panic, the donkey began to grunt and his rear end made itself audible.

As various blorts and farts escaped him, the donkey turned slightly red in the face as he continued to push.

An apparent lump formed in the back of his diaper, visible even through the onesie that held his crinkly underwear close to him.

As he let out one final grunt, he righted himself once again and looked expectantly at the ferret, who had now gone from white to a mild shade of green.

"Could you check me, I mean, I check me out please?"

The donkey giggled behind a hoof, holding up the plushie in front of him as he looked at her without an apparent care in the world.

What previous sensations of apprehension he had felt on the car ride there had since vanished without a trace, and Dylan had now cemented the belief in his mind that he was an actual diaper-dependent foal, out and about and wanting to buy himself a stuffed animal.

Pinching her nose and looking like she wanted to quit her position that very moment, the ferret slunk over to the cash register and began to ring him up.

Taking his wallet out of his backpack, which stood out in stark contrast as the most adult thing about him, he took out his card and paid for the stuffed animal as usual.

The entire store watched in silent disbelief as he skipped his way out the front door of the Build-A-Bear clutching his new plushie with childish glee.

The mess in his diapers was now beginning to itch a little bit in addition to smelling, and Dylan decided that it was about time to go home and get changed.

As he pranced out the front door of the mall, the resident mall cop who had just heard about the situation stopped in his tracks as he watched the oversized baby skip right past him, his saggy diaper bouncing from side to side behind him.

The burly polar bear did not even bother to stop Dylan as he exited the mall, wondering whether somebody had spiked his coffee that morning with something that was making him see things that weren't there.

As Dylan clambered into his car, gently depositing his new stuffie in the passenger side next to him and buckling him in, little did he know that the news had already gotten word of his stunt.

It all happened too quickly or suddenly for any actual news reporters to be able to find him, so the internet was flooded with videos and pictures of him strolling through the mall without any apparent worry or bashfulness.

Of course, Dylan didn't actually care that he was the internet's freak sensation for the following weeks. After all, most of the stuff he was looking up on the internet involved getting more baby clothes or watching his favorite childhood TV shows.

But it was because of his little stunt that he caught the attention of a particular half canine/ half alligator, who had almost spilled the entirety of his milk next to his bowl of breakfast cereal in shock.

The charlatan fortune teller could hardly believe his eyes. Not only was the person he had given a fortune to on the television, but he was behaving and acting exactly as his premonition predicted.

Groll shook his head, thinking hard about what this could potentially mean. He had jokingly told people that they would regress to babies in his predictions before, after all he did have a little bit of a thing for diaperfurs, being a fetishist himself.

Never before, however, had he seen someone take his words to heart as literally as the donkey that was pooping in his diaper on the security camera footage displayed on his TV.

A malicious grin formed on the fortune teller's face, and he opened up his laptop on his kitchen counter to open an internet browser.

This could be my chance... I could totally liven up my performance if only I could find where he lived... I'd be the greatest hypnotist in the world if I can get my hands on him.

Thinking hard, Groll racked his brains for what town he had been in when he had delivered his fortune.

After pouring through his calendar, he decided that he was going to take a chance on the town of Hamletville.

His fingers flying away at the keyboard, he began to look through the local yellow pages at the local donkey population.

What was his name... He did mention his name... Something with the letter D... There it is!

Dylan Lee stood out in bright lettering on the web page before him, and ever so conveniently was the street that he lived on as well as his phone number.

Thinking quickly, Groll grabbed a clipboard and his best looking Sunday clothes.

Nobody suspects a Mormon solicitor, I'll find out where he lives in no time.

Running into his car, he quickly sent his boss a text that he'd be missing today's work day, but that he'd be coming with a completely new act that needed a day or two to put together that would at least triple their income.

As he pulled out of his driveway, he glanced down at his phone to see his boss's snarky remark.

I'll eat my tophat if you manage to pull this off Groll

48 hours

The canine alligator smirked, thinking to himself.

Get ready to munch on polyester, sir, remember to take those doves and rabbits out before you chow down.