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Tiny Bird

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Ari the White Owl

Chapter 1

The snowy owl stirred, feeling as if they were recovering from the worst hangover since their 21st birthday.

God... Why is my head pounding?... What did I do last night...

Ari did not want to open his eyes, as they were perfectly comfortably closed and blocking out any potential light that might exacerbate his headache.In fact, he did not want to move any part of his body. The snowy owl felt perfectly content just laying there, motionless. Waiting for his headache to subside.

It took a minute before Ari noticed the first thing that appeared to be amiss, like the fact that he wasn't dying of thirst. Normally Ari did not have the foresight to drink plenty of fluids before going to bed after a night of drinking. He usually woke up in desperate need of water, which was usually what got him out of bed in the first place. No, he was perfectly hydrated it would seem. That was when the next thing came to mind that he did not fully comprehend.

Where... Where did I fall asleep last night?

The last thing he remembered was, in fact, going to bed after a day full of work. He did not remember drinking anything, as he normally only had coffee or tea when he was spending evenings by himself.

He shook his head, feeling that his head was resting on top of something soft and supportive.

That was when Ari opened his eyes, and gazed at the baby mobile above him. He frowned, the owl's sharp eyes focusing in with their remarkable resolution on the tiny stuffed animals that were hanging above him, gently turning in a circle. The owl noticed that all of them seemed to be adorned with tiny, disposable diapers on their rear ends. They were all, in fact, babyfurs cheerily looking down at him with smiling, sewn on faces.

I didn't remember installing this above my bed... Where the hell am I?

Ari looked around, and saw to his astonishment that he appeared to be surrounded on all sides by vertical, wooden bars. Nearest the mattress a thick, cloth lining two feet tall surrounded him before revealing the wooden bars that seemed to go all the way into the ceiling.

Am I in jail?

Ari pushed himself onto his elbows, wanting to get a better view at whatever cell he was in. As he did so, a distinct crinkling came from between his legs. Glancing down, Ari looked in astonishment at the adult diaper that was adorning his front.

It fit perfectly, almost blending into the colors of his feathers surrounding the diaper. He leaned forward to examine it more closely, as saw to his surprise that on each of the four tapes that were placed on the landing zone was a little lock symbol with a heart in place of the key hole.

What the... Why am I wearing a diaper?

Feeling a slight blush rush into his cheeks as the embarrassment of being unknowingly placed into such an infantile article of clothing registered in his mind, he poked at the diaper with a feathered hand.

Do these lock symbols mean I can't take it off?

Putting a finger on one of the tapes, he attempted to peel and rip it off. The tape did not budge. Moving one of his talons, he tried to put a talon underneath one of the wings of the diaper and rip through it. To his immense surprise, he was unable to put even a slight tear into the fabric of the diaper.

What is this thing made of?!

Next, he tried to slide it down his legs but to no avail. The diaper was placed on him so snugly that it was nearly impossible to remove it without damaging it, which he had now realized was not an option he could explore.

Frustrated, he looked around the crib once again trying to find more clues as to how he could have possibly gotten into such a situation. The interior of the crib was rather plain, with the covers and crib border being colored a baby blue. He saw that he had been placed in the crib with a pillow and blanket, as well as a handful of stuffed animals in the corner of various species.

As the owl looked around further, he saw in another corner of the crib there lay two large baby bottles, one filled with a white substance he presumed was milk while the other was filled with water.

Lastly, next to the baby bottles was a large, avian pacifier. He marveled at the craftsmanship as he picked up the pacifier, noting that not only did it seem the perfect size for him but whoever had placed him in the crib had gone to the lengths of acquiring a pacifier bulb shaped to exactly replicate those of owlets like he had suckled on when he was a chick.

Ari rubbed his eyes, still feeling like he had woken up from a dreadful night of drinking but realizing that perhaps it wasn't alcohol that was causing him to feel so fatigued.

I must have been drugged... But what kind of a kidnapper puts me in a diaper I can't take off and locks me in a crib? What the actual hell is going on here?

Ari decided that he needed to take note of his surroundings if he was going to try and escape. He attempted to stand up and peer over the large cloth border surrounding him. He would have been able to do it too, had the mattress he was laying on not been ridiculously soft. Before he was even able to adjust his stance, he fell over. Ari tried again, but was once more returned to merely sitting in his crib this time falling on his padded butt with a loud crinkle.

I can't stand? What is this mattress made of?

No matter how he tried, his feet would always sink too deeply into the mattress and he would end up losing his balance. He soon found it to be possible to stand inside of the crib forcing him to either be sitting or lying down.

Like an actual baby... I can't believe this... I'm stuck...

He looked over at the bottles filled with liquid in the corner of the crib, suddenly finding the inside of his beak to be very dry.

I might as well... maybe it will help me have a little bit more energy to fight off whoever comes in here to check on me when they do...

He looked down at his diaper, which felt incredibly soft and supportive on his bottom.

If I drink those bottles... I might have no choice but to use this thing... Eugh...

He thought about the ramifications of using his diaper, realizing that no doubt at some point he would have to receive a diaper change since he himself could not take the diaper off.

Presumably I'll get some more information about where I am then... Until then, I guess I might as well just get something in my system.

Hesitantly, Ari picked up the bottle of milk. It felt heavy in his hands, as it was almost as big as forearm.

There's so much in here, gosh...

He lifted it up to his beak, and hesitantly suckled on the teat a few times. To his surprise, he found that the milk inside was flavoured with undertones of cinnamon and honey. Quite frankly, it tasted delicious. Without further hesitation, he began to suckle on the bottle in earnest. Lying back down on the pillow he tried to ignore the mental image that was formulating in his mind about just how infantile he must have looked in that instance. The milk was warm, and made him feel drowsy and at peace with himself as he continued to suckle it down. Before he realized it, he was almost finished with it. As he drained the last few drops, he popped the nipple out of his beak and let loose a loud belch. His cheeks grew warm once again as he blushed, realizing just how ridiculous he must have looked. He marveled at just how quickly he had finished the bottle off, he had really enjoyed the taste. It was almost as if someone had tailored just for his particularly sensitive taste buds.

Damn... I really could not stop myself there, now could I?

He thought to himself, as he took a few swigs of the water to clean his palette.

The bird's eyelids fluttered, and he found that the exhaustion he had felt earlier seemed to be returning as his stomach felt full. He grabbed some of the blanket around him, thinking that he would just lay his head down for a few minutes before trying to figure out potential ways of escaping the crib. As his eyes closed, he thought about just how comfortable he felt. True, he was being held against his will and he was still concerned about that. But it could be worse. Whoever his captors were, they seemed to be intent on holding him in relative comfort.

His drowsiness seemed to be compounded by the feeling of warmth the bottle of milk had spread throughout his body, and he found that soon he was no longer conscious enough to be able to think about his situation. The bird drifted off to sleep, unaware of the pacifier being gently inserted into his beak. He began to suckle on it reflexively, deriving pleasure and a sense of the safety from the bulb pressing against his avian tongue. As he suckled, he felt a distinct warmth spreading throughout the front of his diaper. Unbeknownst to the owl, he was now thoroughly wetting his diaper.

As he slept, his nighttime accident added to the warmth radiating around him under the blankets. The lights in the room he had not yet been able to see due to the border padding dimmed as he drifted off to sleep, responding as if they were aware of everything that he was doing.