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Reconditioning

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Ariel the Baby Tiger

"Did you remember to bring the spare batteries for the flashlight?"

"Yes, double A's. You think I'd forget?"

"You forgot last time..."

"Last time you forgot to bring the chocolate protein bars!"

"I brought the oatmeal raisin ones, they're good for you!"

"Yeah, good for making my tongue taste like cardboard."

"Well... Maybe you could stand to lose a few pounds..."

"I'll make you lose a few pounds in a minute if you don't watch your mouth!"

In the midst of a dimly lit hallway, two feline furs strode alongside each other while they bickered. Iris, a proud snow leopard, was the one who had commented on Ariel's stature. She was holding a firm grip on the flashlight in her paws.

Dimly illuminated alongside her by their only source of light walked a Bengal Tiger, Ariel. Ariel rolled her eyes, stretching her paws out to the other side in a demonstration of ease, her facial expression unbothered by the commentary of her partner.

"Just make sure we don't trip or whatever, we need to bag the goods and get out of here. I think I'll run myself a bath and buy one of those expensive gold-leafed bath bombs with our payout."

It was Iris's turn to roll her eyes, scanning the flashlight up and down the relatively uniformly painted hallway as she narrowed her eyes, trying to see into the distance.

"As if, we're putting that into a savings account and eating ramen. You know how easy it is to start spending carelessly when you're in the burglary business."

Ariel's slitted eyes shot over to the snow leopardess, narrowing as she replied ensuring that her impressive fangs flashed as she did so.

"Keep saying out loud what it is that we do and we'll end up tape-recorded, big shot. You're the rookie here, remember that."

Iris decided to hold her tongue, knowing that the tiger's temper could be short-fused if she was pushed around too much. Swallowing the biting response that just popped into her head, the two tensed as the beam of the flashlight illuminated something that appeared to be made of metal.

"Shh... Wait."

Iris glared. Ariel had shushed her even though she had not even opened her mouth to speak. Deciding that it would be better to give her a piece of her mind later, the snow leopardess reached into the back of her pocket for the taser she kept handy at all times.

"What is it?"

She hissed, keeping the flashlight pointed directly at the foreign object while she felt her paws wrapped around the familiar, rubber hilt of the taser's grip. Ariel approached slowly, the fur on her back and tail standing on end while her eyes remained fixed on the object with the accuracy and precision of a targeting laser.

"It's... It looks like a detached mechanical arm..."

Iris raised an eyebrow, her sense of urgency abating somewhat as curiosity took over. Hesitantly, the two approached the object until they towered above it. The arm in question appeared to have been severed at the elbow, various wires were strewn haphazardly around it. A fine layer of dust covered the surface, but not enough to take away from the glistening sheen of reinforced steel that lined it's exterior.

Whatever the arm was designed to do, nothing organic would be able to stop the will controlling it.

The two felines exchanged brief glances, concerning furrowing their brows as they returned their attention once more to the mechanical limb.

"Do you think-"

Ariel was unable to finish her sentence. Without any warning, she felt something grip her right arm firmly. Reflexively, she twisted as her maw opened to release a roar of alarm.

But yet again, she was not quick enough. Something bulbous and rubbery was pushed into her muzzle as she opened it and she felt something tighten around her cheeks and behind her head.

Her fur stood on end, tail lashing from side to side in fervent panic as she tried pulling away from the unyielding grip on her arm. The tiger's struggles were only rewarded by more hands grabbing her limbs and holding her.

A second later she heard the flashlight scatter to the floor, rolling away before bumping into a wall turning its beam back towards the two furs.

Twisted her neck, Ariel's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Iris flailing and lashing out with her claws extended, a gag lodged in her muzzle as mechanical arms much like the one that lay on the floor held her fast.

And then, it was all over. The two big cats stared at each other in silent horror as they were forced to their knees by the arms that had so silently snuck up on them. Their arms were held behind their back, their voluptuous chests heaving with effort as adrenaline coursed through their veins.

As Ariel craned her neck, trying to communicate with her partner despite the intrusive bulb pressing down firmly upon her tongue she felt something pressing against the bridge of her nose and beneath her chin.

Her eyes crossed as she tried to see what it was that was covering her nose and mouth. Despite how much she tried to focus her vision, the tigress was able to make out only the hazy visage of a steely, robotic arm before her sight faded to black.

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What felt like a few seconds later, Ariel moaned audibly and tried to move her arms and legs. Her limbs met resistance almost immediately, causing her eyes to shoot open as she recalled the panic she had felt earlier.

She blinked several times, squinting in order to adjust to the bright light that now bombarded her irises.

Ariel tried looking around, her mind unable to make sense of the change of environment for a few seconds until it finally registered. She looked down, and found that she appeared to be strapped down to a padded table of some sort.

Looking to her left, she saw that Iris appeared to be incapacitated in a likewise fashion, her eyes glaring at the tigress as if to impress upon her the same sense of panic and fear that she herself felt. Seeing Iris's naked body, Ariel glanced down to see that she too had had all of her clothes removed.

Whatever they were, they were helpless.

The tigress glanced around the room, finding that the walls appeared to be lined with mirrors on all four sides. This gave the room a strange sensation of depth, causing her to feel uneasy as she stared at her restrained reflection in silent fury.

Glancing up, she saw that her paws were placed into rounded mittens with paw print impressions where her actual paws would normally be. Her foot paws had been treated similarly, and a large, robust strap ran along her middle. All four of her limbs were bound with short, leather straps to the four corners of the table.

"Mmpf! Mmmmmpf!"

Iris moaned into her pacifier, attempting her best to speak as Ariel turned around to look at her. The snow leopard's eyes appeared to be fixed on something that was above Ariel, causing her stomach to turn with a deepened sense of trepidation.

Turning around, she was met with four arms each holding a different item. One of the items appeared to be a large, soft-looking pink rectangle which another arm was assisting with in an unfolding process. Her attention shifted to another arm which held a container of some sort, the words, "Kitty Powder" was printed in neat lettering on the front of the bottom.

As the cushioned rectangle unfolded, she put together what was happening. The strange rectangle was an adult diaper, and the bottle of Kitty Powder was a container of talcum powder.

The arms think I'm a kitten!?

Ariel's thoughts raced as the arms moved towards her, trying her best to figure out a way to get her and her partner in crime out of there.

But the arms would not yield.

Unclipping her ankles, they grabbed her legs and raised her up just enough for the robotic limbs to slide the unfolded diaper underneath her furry buttocks.

She squirmed, her tail thrashing as the mighty bellow that welled up in her throat was lost into her pacifier gag. Ariel almost felt like sobbing, but anger overruled any thoughts of self-pity as she tried her best to resist.

It was futile, Iris watched as her partner had her hind quarters lowered onto the soft, absorbent padded line of the inside of the diaper alongside a generous helping of Kitten Powder that doused her private parts.

As the front of the diaper was brought up between Ariel's legs, the hands expertly taping the diaper onto her with near perfect symmetry she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.

The snow leopardess gasped, the pacifier in her mouth suddenly bringing her a strange sense of comfort as she suckled on it reflexively.

A quartet of mechanical arms equipped with the same supplies as the ones attending to Ariel had now appeared in front of her. Her gaze drifted to Ariel, tears welling in the Tiger's eyes as one of the arms held up a teddy bear a foot from her face, shaking it gently as if the stuffie were dancing cheerfully in front of her.

Iris knew it would be futile to resist. With a groan of displeasure, she watched as the arms stripped away her dignity as they set to diapering her behind as well. She sniffed, the scent of the kitten powder tickling her nostrils while her legs were lowered once again.

Ariel strained, her neck muscles bulging as she looked over to see Iris receiving the same treatment she had. She looked down at the diaper between her legs, the bulk of the large undergarment forcing her thighs several inches apart from one another. Had she not been forcefully placed into the padding, she might have marveled at how comfortable and well-fitting they were to her form.

She returned her attention to Iris, her eyes pleading silent empathy with the snow leopard as she watched the padded front being raised over the leopard's crotch. Iris closed her eyes, enduring the humiliating process in silent protestation.

Withdrawing, the two felines watched as the arms appeared to withdraw into the ceiling into black squares cut out of the ceiling as silently as they had appeared.

They were left with only the sound of heavy breathing as the two tried their best to calm down, their cheeks stark red with embarrassment as they studied their new appearance. For all intents and purposes, they looked like newborn kittens swaddled in thick, protective pink diapers.

Iris felt her heart flutter, a mixture of emotions she was unable to comprehend. The two fur's eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them that they both felt completely and utterly flabbergasted at the events that had unfolded.

A few seconds later, Ariel jumped as she felt the table underneath her beginning to move. Arm rests appeared that had previously beem seamlessly hidden in the table that brought her incapacitated paws with them as leg rests separate beneath her. The table appeared to have mechanically changed from a padded changing table to a chair bringing her into an upright position onto the seat of her diaper.

Her wrists and ankles were still tightly bound to the newly appeared limb rests, a pair of mechanical hands appeared from the ceiling clutching an array of pink straps. Iris watched in grotesque fascination as the arms appeared to place a five point harness onto Ariel, clipping its various rings to the newly formed chair while the tiger helplessly pulled against her restraints.

Iris let out a small mew of surprise, muffled by the pacifier in her mouth as her table began to shift as well, appearing to be designed for the same purpose of morphing from restraining table to restraining chair. A similar pair of arms descended in front of her, fixing the same harness to her chest and belly as they fitted her into the chair.

Ariel and Iris moaned in almost perfect synchrony, their gags prevented them from uttering anything more specific than a sound of distinct protest.

Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed drastically. Their eyes strained, the naturally gifted eye-sight given to them from their feline heritage suddenly becoming insufficient as the room faded to almost complete darkness.

In front of them, a large rectangular length of mirror appeared to move towards them. Muffled yelps and roars filled the room as the two were once more set into a state of panic, but the room's mechanisms had not yet finished manifesting.

The mirror shifted, turning inwards on itself until a black screen revealed itself to the two felines. The two stared, transfixed by the movement as a spiraling swirl slowly faded onto the screen.

A deep, resounding voice filled their ears and vibrated their very skulls as it spoke. It's deep, calming caliber caused both of the felines to catch their breath, feeling as though its intimate rumble was being whispered directly into their ears.

"Good little kittens don't think. Good little kittens wet their diapers. Good little kittens make big pushies into their diapers."

Ariel wanted to turn her head away from the screen and make eye contact with her companion once more. Desperately, she yearned to tear her eyes away from the lulling sense of blissful ignorance that the swirling screen in front of her offered.

But she could not.

Utterly incapacitated, the two felines jaws slackened as they melted into their confined seats, captivated by the imagery that flashed in front of them of various big cats wetting and messing into thick, almost absurdly large diapers of all shapes and colors.

A thin line of drool descended from Ariel's slackened jaw, her lips and tongues moving lethargically in her mouth as her pacifier once again subdued her attempts at speaking. Only now, the only words that would have come out of her mouth were it not filled with a gag would have been senseless baby babble.

The voice continued to repeat itself, slowly and methodically boring its way through their skulls and kneading their soft brain matter to its will.

"Good little kittens don't think. Good little kittens wet their diapers. Good little kittens make big pushies into their diapers. Good little kittens don't think. Good little kittens wet their diapers. Good little kittens make big pushies into their diapers. Good little kittens don't think. Good little kittens wet their diapers. Good little kittens make big pushies into their diapers. Good little kittens don't think. Good little kittens wet their diapers. Good little kittens make big pushies into their diapers. Good kittens..."

Over and over again, patiently the voice spoke out each sentence with perfect pronunciation. A profound sense of helplessness now began to shift into a blissful, dull pressure that prevented either of the two felines from forming a single, coherent thought.

The two now drooled openly, suckling on their pacifiers as their eyes reflected the spiraling swirl of the screen in front of them, successfully hooked. Slowly but surely their own eyes begin to swivel, the spiral on the screen becoming reciprocated by their own windows to the soul. They were smitten.

As the voice continued to repeat its smothering mantra, Iris felt a growing pressure in her bladder and lower abdomen. She squirmed, whimpering softly into her pacifier at the discomfort as her ears continued flattened against her skull.

And then it came. With a mighty push, she felt the mess slighting out of her rear end and cushioning itself against the soft padding of her diaper. A soft hiss filled the room, the front of her pink diaper growing darker in color as she wet herself helplessly.

The sound of her companion emptying herself helplessly into her diapers like a newborn kitten appeared to have a domino effect on Ariel, who soon two came to realize the pressure building in her nether regions.

As the voice commanded, she let go almost immediately. Her cheeks glowing bright red with the effort she huffed out her breaths as she pushed with all of her might.

The accident ballooned the back of her diaper, distorting its shape as she flooded the front padding with her accident.

A minute later, the two felines relaxed, reclining into their well fudged diaper seats as their gaze remained on the screen, on the voice, on the sensation of sitting in a wet, messy diaper.

As soon as they began to subconsciously enjoy the warmth of their accident, coating their fur and radiating heat back into their bodies, the voice shifted, changing its tone as it spoke.

"Good little kitties love sitting in messy diapers. Good little kitties love wearing used diapers. Good little kitties wait for changes when their caretakers decide so. Good little kitties love sitting in messy diapers. Good little kitties love wearing used diapers. Good little kitties wait for changes when their caretakers decide so. Good little kitties love sitting in messy diapers. Good little kitties love wearing used diapers. Good little kitties wait for changes when their caretakers decide so. Good little kitties love sitting in messy diapers. Good little kitties love wearing used diapers. Good little kitties wait for changes when their caretakers decide so. Good little..."

On and on again the voice continued to ring out its hypnotic gospel, cementing itself deep within the fragile minds of the two vulnerable, oversized kittens.

Iris let out a gurgle, a giggle escaping her throat as she smiled dumbly at the screen in front of her. The effect was contagious, and Ariel joined her in childish glee as the two shifted around in their diapers, enjoying the squishy sensation that their used undergarments offered them as the hypnosis sealed itself permanently inside of their consciousnesses.

Slowly, the spiral faded away as the flashing images subsided in frequency. The voice followed suit, still echoing inside of the minds of the newly brain-drained kittens as the lights were once more brought up to their maximum brightness.

In the seats, still held firmly by their respective harnesses sat the two once proud felines, giggling senselessly as they tugged half-heartedly at the restraints binding their wrists.

"Guh... G-goo..."

Ariel babbled, the drool now wetting her chin underneath her pacifier gag as a glazed expression covered her eyes. Iris looked no different, her legs pressing together she felt a sense of immense reward flood her neural circuitry as she pressed the soggy contents of her diaper together, feeling the squish of the soaked padding against her nether regions.

The scent of their accident along with the hint of kitten powder were forever eliciting pleasant feelings inside of the brainwashed cat's minds.

Their fate successfully sealed, the mechanical arms descended once more from the ceiling. Small wheels were attached to the mechanical chairs, a door that had been hidden inside of the glass paneling slid open revealing a darkened hallway outside.

Ariel caught one last glimpse of herself, sitting stark naked in nothing but a thoroughly used diaper, before she and her snow leopard companion were wheeled out of the room and towards the rest of their kitten lives.