The minor details
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The Minor Details is a no yiff story that is somewhat sexually charged based on your interests. Read the tag list and then the story at your own discretion.** Any resemblance between nouns used inside of this story and those outside of it, existent or otherwise are purely coincidental.**
The Minor Details ~ Compiled final revision
NOTE: If you read the six individualy posted sections, the story is the same. There is no need to re-read it.
"But you signed the contract," Jamel shouted as he pushed Krage into a tree, "You signed the oath of the brotherhood!" Jamel was sick of arguing with Krage over the one little task he had assigned him. The sheep had some serious nerve trying to back out of his duties as a member of The Elites. "You do what I say when I say, got it?"
Krage leaned up against the tree terrified by the tigers tone. He looked over to the fourth grader they were about to torture. "What did he ever do to us?, why are we... doing this to him?" Krage inquired, fearful that Jamel would attack him.
"Nothing aside from being born into the lower classes. The poor need to be reminded of their place in the world. " Jamel replied angrily.
Krage winced, was it just because he was poor? Clinton might have been poor but he was very friendly to everyone. "You mean to tell me we're going to torture him just because he's poor? What gives us the right to do that!? He does not deserve this!"
Jamel was furious, "You make it sound like it's wrong. We can do it because we are better than them!"
"Being rich does not make us better!"
"Krage, you need to learn your place or your going to suffer like the rest of these pathetic excuses for beings. If your not over there diapering that horse in the next three seconds you're next!"
Krage looked over towards the horse tied naked to a tree, a blindfold and earplugs keeping him from seeing or hearing what was happening. A huge feeder gag shoved into his mouth that was forcing him to drink a mixture of juice and laxatives that Krage had been told was a party drink for the rituals. Krage briefly envisioned himself in the horses' position and cringed. "I....I... just can't do this!, please don't make me do this."
"One", Jamel said waving the diaper in front of Krage's face, baring his fangs to show the little sheep he was serious.
Krage's legs were shaking, he had to tell someone what was going on here. Krage pushed off of the tree and began running towards the school. Jamel's foot quickly intercepted him though, causing Krage to face-plant on a tree root.
"Grab him, he needs to be taught a lesson.", Jamel proudly proclaimed as his two goons grabbed Krage. They tore his clothing with their claws leaving Krage naked, his clothes lay in tattered pieces on the ground. The trio dragging him over to a tree adjacent to the horse. Despite his struggling Krage could not fight all three of them. Krage panicked as they tied his hands together and secured the rope to a low hanging tree branch. "Please stop!, I'll do it, I'll do it!!" Krage bleated out in fear as they forced him onto his knees.
Jamel smiled, "Unfortunately its too late for that, you should have listened to me earlier." A look of content on Jamel's face as Krage's legs were spread apart, his legs being tied around the tree, almost causing him to fall forward.
Jamel produced a second feeder from the supply bag. Krage clamped his mouth shut to keep it out. Jamel just plugged his nose as he pressed the bit up against the sheep's' maw. Krage soon gasped for air, the gag being shoved deep in his throat. Krage could only wait as they snapped it on and ran a clear plastic tube from the tank pump to the gag. Krage struggled as a line of fluids snaked its way up the tube and began to fill his muzzle. Krage tried to swallow it as fast as he could, balancing his breathing against the swallowing. The slimy distasteful mix of laxatives and water nearly caused him to throw up several times. The tank was only half empty and it already felt like Krage's stomach was going to burst as it filled to the brim.
Over the next several minutes Krage watched hopelessly as Jamel's henchmen diapered the young horse. Eventually breaking off they came over to Krage, plopping the supply bag right in front of him. Krage did not even have to guess what was in that bag to be fearful of it. The chilling wind seeming much colder as he contemplated the situation he was in.
"You had so much potential as an elite, I'm sad we spend three months hanging out with you. If I had known you were going to quit the first time we put you through a ritual I would have never let you into this group.". Ruffling though the bag Jamel pulled out a super thick diaper, "I been saving this one for someone special." The crinkle from him just waving it in the air was a sure sign that it was built with heavy plastic. Its white front covered with a few pictures of Callie the dog left the impression that it was made for females, which would embarrass anybody at Krage's age. Not that wearing a diaper was any less embarrassing in itself, the pictures of Callie just made it worse.
Continuing to struggle against the ropes became a useless endeavor as Jamel opened the diaper, holding it up to Krage's rump as one of the others pulled it tight around his waist and secured the tabs. "Now, because this one is a super special diaper, It's going to be on a while longer than your friends' will." Jamel's finger pointing to the struggling horse desperately trying to fight off the urge to wet himself. Reaching into the bag Jamel equipped himself with a roll of duck tape, tightly wrapping the roll around Krage's waist many times before ripping it and putting it back. Jamel stood up, his image in the morning light making him to appear as a glowing idol to his own ego. "Alright boys, we can let him stew lets give our other guest a little push over the edge."
Krage watched as Jamel lightly scratching the horse's stomach with his claw, warranting a reflexive jerk as Jamel began tickling him. The others soon joined in by fingering his arm pits, causing the horse to loose his concentration on his bladder. The front of the diaper began to inflate, a sign Krage took that Clinton had lost all control. It was even more horrifying to Krage when he saw a brown mush start to fall out of the sides. Krage shuddered as he heard a gurgling in his belly, the feeling of bowel movements reinforcing his own fears.
A small alarm sounded out from a watch on Jamel's wrist, the groups attention being drawn to it. "Looks like we are going to have to cut it short boys, school starts in half an hour..."
"What do we do about Krage?" The thug on the right asked.
"I think we should take him to school with us, Dispose of the horse like we did the others."
It was something that Krage did not want to hear, given his clothing situation. Not that he seemed to have much choice in the matter as they untied him from the tree and began carrying him towards the school.
There had not been a single soul around as they walked onto the playground, and into the building. The sheep still jerking around trying to get free as they shoved him into Jamel's locker. "Now, be a good quiet little boy all day and I won't tell anyone. Nobody will have to know if you stay silent" The entourage of darkness encompassing Krage as they shut the door, the only light coming from the slits on the locker.
Location: Inside Jamel's locker
Time: 7:29AM, one minute before school starts
Status: Dry, strong desire to urinate.
Krage tried again for the fifteenth time time to untie the rope that bound his hands together. It felt like a train was moving through his bowels and Krage's bladder had already burst a few times. He knew he would not be able to hold it much longer, but he wanted to hold it till the halls were clear. He could see thorough the slits a little. There was a large number of students walking by the locker, some of them accessing the lockers right next to the one he was in. It had been nerve racking every time he heard a dial spin, not knowing if it was Jamel or someone with a locker near his.
The crinkling that the diaper made was just as loud as the locker dial's, at least it seemed that way to Krage. Limiting his movement was a top priority, holding back a dam was very uncomfortable in many ways but he could just not risk that noise being heard. It felt like hours were passing, the solitude of the locker was literately an opposite to the commotion outside of it as the bell rang. Urine continued to slip past his control, the tiny leak tingling inside of him causing a sense of relaxation to the involuntary muscles holding back his fluids. The stream sounding like the audible dripping of rain on a large leaf, the moisture being sucked into the padding shortly after touching it.
Everyone would have to get to class soon or he was going to draw attention, Krage just knew it! It became worse as his backdoor started knocking, concentrating on closing his urinal sphincter was hard enough, now he had to watch a second one. A slowly growing pain all over his lower torso was also adding onto his many discomforts, the hall way was clearing slowly. Krage's mind screaming in agony as the two minute warning bell sounded out, the flow of students still only leading up by a few at a time.
His stream had become a little more constant, the warmth running down his crotch and swelling the padding, he could feel his back passage starting to seep as well. The panic in his mind reaching critical as someone stopped in front of the locker raising an eyebrow. Krage grasping as tight as he could, the leaks sealing themselves almost instantly.
"Hey do you guys hear that?".
"Hear what?"
"It sounded like water running on plastic."
"Man your probably just hearing things again, you and those big rabbit ears are always hearing things."
"Your probably right,..."
A close call, too close if Krage had anything to say about it. The flow started to pick up again, the strain on his systems were just too great to hold back and the hallway was almost completely clear. The mush and fluid began to spread Krage's legs apart, the padding wedging between the back wall and the door sealing him into place. The seals around his legs must have been very strong, he could not feel it leaking and it had already water logged up to his penis a few inches short of the duck tape line. The feeling of a pudding like mush against his back holding that wall of urine forward. It was probably still running though the under pad because the water level was dropping as he could feel the back expanding. There was no smell either, it probably could not escape the duck tape. If Krage could avoid puncturing the diaper he could probably keep anyone from noticing a smell, he could practically be quiet all day and no one would notice. It was one sign of good luck on this rather horrible day....
Location: Locker
Time: 12:05PM, five minuets into lunch time
Status: Wet and Dirty, being wedged between the walls of the locker Krage has not been able to move but he has managed to untie his hands during the five hours of alone time.
The penetrating hunger was about all that Krage could think about, he was used to mess between his legs by now. He could only guess at what time it was, there was only waiting, and waiting, and waiting. he would occasionally hear footsteps coming down the hall, but kept silent out of fear. If only there was a way out of here, this was so embarrassing.
Another set of footsteps started coming down the hallway, it would have been just like any other he had heard earlier, except that they stopped right out side. The dial started to turn clicking back and forth till it unlocked, the door swinging open causing the diaper to bulge out, Jamel just stood there smiling in satisfaction.
"Well it looks like you had fun, I knew I had saved that diaper for someone special!"
"I'm sorry Jamel, just please let me out of here I'll do anything you ask."
"Now, now... I thought we had this discussion earlier. I warned you and you still didn't listen. If your not going follow the rules you will have to bare the consequences. Just two more hours and your free"
"Two hours!?", Krage could not stand it anymore. It was bad enough he had to sit in it for so long already. Pushing against the back wall had produced a slight forward motion. Krage's untied hands were exposed as soon as he tried reaching the forward, giving Jamel a certain level of disappointment. Sticking about halfway out of the locker Krage found his arms no longer had any leverage, stuck in a 60 degree angle watching Jamel fold his arms in a fixed stare
"Well it looks like you want to get out early" Jamel smiled, a creepy smile as if he had something planned. "I ~WAS~ going to let you go, but since you insist on leaving early I'm going to have to let you suffer some more."
Krage was effectively stuck his arms not even able to push Jamel away as he reached for the rope. A few minutes into the struggle had ultimately left Krage's hands tied tight together, Jamel pulled him from the locker as soon as he was sure there was no one around.
"Now follow me or I'll drag you into the lunch room, No questions, No begging, and No running. GOT THAT?"
Krage's throat clenched a small nod being the extent of his reply. Waddling down the hall lead by a rope was difficult given the bulk between his legs, he managed to keep up with Jamel though. Heading out onto the playground Krage found that it was empty, It must have been lunch time if it was this empty. Being pulled over to 'the box', a jail like structure that everyone used as the jail house when they played cops and robbers, Krage could feel a mounting tension to run but that never seemed to work for him.
"Umm Jamel? What are we doing"
"Your going to spend the rest of the day in jail." Jamel smirking as they entered the box.
"But people will see me in here!"
"Too bad you decided to try to escape from he locker when I graciously offered you a silent way out. Now you are going to learn a lesson in obedience"
Krage, fearing the worst decided to run, there was no way he was going to stay in the box while people made fun of him. Jamel, being a tiger, was much stronger than Krage and had no problem reeling him in and pinning Krage against the bars. Jamel forced Krage into one of the plastic chairs and soon had his legs apart showed off Callie quite nicely.
"Now, I'm going back to lunch and when I get back I'm going to bring a few hundred friends along to see you. You should have just did what I told you! And none of this would have had to happen" Jamel stated walking away.
Krage felt like crying, why was everything going downhill today. He was going to be ridiculed and tormented for the rest of his life and on top of that Jamel was probably going to continue ruining other peoples lives. Lifting his head slightly brought a pair of paws into Krage's view, jerking his head up the rest of the way had brought a sight he had not been expecting for at least another twenty minutes.
Although it was a single person it had been just as embarrassing for her to seem him like this. Her dress swayed with the light breeze as she stared into his eyes, something was weird about her. She did not appear to be amused at this sight, she was not even laughing, just standing there with a serious face as if trying to mask something up. Approaching him was the last thing he was expecting, it was even more amazing that she had started to undo the ropes. Within a minute he was completely untied, able to stand face to face with a pretty rabbit in a maroon colored dress.
"Come on, we have to get out of here." She said, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the jail and up the hill on the far side of the playground and through a small grove of hedges that lead them to the back of a house.
"This is my house, come on lets get you cleaned up" she said, giggling as she moved up the steps ont he back porch approaching the glass door waiting for him to follow.
Location: Backyard of some house
Time: 12:24 PM
Status: Wet, sweaty, and confused
"My name is Fieva, what's yours?"; The rabbits dress waving in the breeze
Krage could only look at her partially given his circumstances. "I'm Kr-kr-kr-kr Krage...." He stuttered as he tried to make eye contact, narrowly breaking down into a flurry of tears.
Snickering just a bit Fieva grabbed him by the hand and dragged him inside. "Don't be shy you're among friends Krage." Fieva batted her eye's softly pulling him into a hallway covered with various pieces of art.
"Friends? As in more than one?" Krage questioned , slightly confused at her statement.
"I'll introduce you later, for now we should get you cleaned", Grasping his hand and smiling Fieva tugged Krage down the hallway. Her hand was soft yet forceful and her smile carried a certain glow that just relaxed the mind. It was almost as if she had the power to hypnotize someone into trusting her. Moving into the bathroom had felt awkward, to be in someone's private bathroom was unorthodox to Krage. The fact that he was in the bathroom with a girl around his age felt even weirder. "Lay down in the tub and we'll get you cleaned up." Fieva's voice was well practiced at comforting people, Krage found himself calming down as she spoke.
Krage, although fearful of being naked in front of a girl, was far more embarrassed to be wearing this diaper. Complying with her order Krage stepped into the tub, laying down as instructed. Looking at the diaper from this laying position had showed its bulk. The color shifting forward as the mess settled on his crotch. An overwhelming sense of hopelessness washed over Krage. Why did this have to happen to him? Fieva was messing around in one of the drawers next to the sink.
A few minutes of ruffling in the drawer followed by it being slammed shut had produced a pair of scissors. Fieva opened and closed them repeatedly, the sound of sheering drawing a instinctive worry from Krage. Coming over to the tub, Fieva began to snip away at the tape surrounding Krage's waist. The amount of tape wrapped around his waist was making cuts a slow but sure process. As she made progress through the seal an exit for the smells to come burst open nearly causing the two of them to gag on the putrid smell.
Eventually the diaper fell open, a slurry began pouring out of it. The thick muck flowing down the curvature of the tub. She had managed to pull the diaper itself off after that which she disposed of it in a heavy plastic bag. Fieva started cutting off sections of Krage's wool. He didn't need to question her, he already knew that some of his wool was bound to be ruined by the soupy brown liquid. It must have taken at least twenty minutes to get it all cut. The pool of crap and urine had almost completely been washed down the drain at that time. Turning on the shower allowed it to delude the few remaining chunks at the bottom of the drain.
Fieva closed the curtain leaving Krage to bathe in the showers falling water, or so he thought. A Few seconds of ruffling from outside the current and the drawback of the curtain had revealed a completely naked Fieva. Krage was caught off guard by her actions; His parents had made it abundantly clear that he should never be naked around a girl, a policy which he had already broken twenty minutes ago. He did not recall his parents ever talking to him about girls being naked around him but he was sure they would disprove just as much. Krage could only blush at the site of her slim figure, she of course did not seem to even be phased by the situation one bit.
Fieva's hands were stained brown from working on him which she did not seem to mind either. After quickly rinsing off her hands she reached out to pull him up, a feat which took no effort as he was already stumbling to his feet.
"You know Krage, your the first person I've helped that blushed when they saw me naked but not when they were in a diaper in front of me."
"Uhhhhhhhhh what?" Krel could only continue his sheepish behavior, he was after all a sheep.
Another giggle from her mouth was making it seem like a common place thing with her. "Most people are blushing well before I strip down and get in the shower with them, you just barely started."
Come to think of it he had been rather relaxed around her till just now, did he not mind being diapered in front of her? Did he like being diapered? A hand on his crotch had sent him flying back against the wall under his own force. Did she really just grab his crotch? It scared the marshmallows out of him!
"Oh get back over here silly, I still need to scrub you clean.".
Was that not something he could have done himself?, Was she having fun with him?. One thing was for sure. He was naked in a shower with a girl he has never meet and she is getting awfully touchy.
"I was just cutting lumps of fur off of your crotch with scissors yet you pull away when I touch you?, Somebody has a strange way of reacting to things." A small smile on her damp face giving Krage a really uncomfortable feeling of exposure. She had a good point, but was it really necessary?
Moving closer and pulling him back into the falling water Fieva started to paw over his crotch again. When she was sure he was not going to move away from her she released her grip on his arm and grabbed a shampoo bottle. Fieva continued scrubbing away as Krage looked at her damp rump bobbing up and down, Krage felt interested in this situation, not sexually but he was definitely curious about girls at his age. Its almost as if he was playing of a game of 'show me you and I'll show you me' at a time when neither of them were developed enough to feel sexual urges.
She had taken her time scrubbing every crevice of his body, he had been completely distracted in thought until she turned the water off. Snapping back into focus Krage watched as she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel from a wall mount.
"Are you coming out of there?"
Krage had honestly thought about staying in the tub, if it was his house he probably would have. "Um.. yea." Krage replied stepping out of the tub, a towel being shoved into his face in an instant after he set his foot down. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his back, Krage proceeded to dry himself off; Fieva had already finished and was hanging up her towel, she stood and waited for Krage to finish drying himself before taking his towel.
"Alright now meet me in the room across the hallway, I'll be right over."
Despite the fact that he was completely naked in a girls house Krage just followed orders, this day could not get an stranger anyway. The room was a pale color of pink, with all the furniture that you would assume a girl would have. There was a great deal of soft looking items all over, her bed looked like a puffy white cloud with some pillows to match and the various piles of stuffed animals left Krage looking around the room, jumping forward a little when he felt a finger jabbing at his posterior.
"Hop up on the bed." Fieva had managed to catch him off guard while he was distracted.
"What?.. Why?.. " Krage stood in confusion as Fieva ruffled around in a nearby drawer.
"We need to get you a fresh diaper silly, now get on the bed."
It took a second to register but he figured out what she said, "WHAT?!? I Don't want to wear another diaper, that last one was forced onto me!" Krage shouted.
"Clam down,.. clam down... I know you don't like them but your captor always uses laxative that last a few days. Your going to need them till you can control yourself."
Almost as if in shock at what he had just heard Krage started to back up, running into her bed as he looked down at his crotch. Small drops of urine were still coming out of his penis, He could see a line across the wooden floor where he had been walking, HE WAS URINATING ON HER FLOOR!. Grabbing his shaft to keep it from dripping Krage started to panic, this was embarrassing!. Why didn't she say something earlier!. Fieva was audibility giggling; she had seen quite a few reactions to that information, nothing as funny as that one though. "Alright now get on the bed, I have the diaper right here, we can get you covered in a few seconds if you just lay down.."
"But!"
"Do I have to diaper you while your standing?" Fieva had begun to tap her foot, It did not bother her if he could not control it, but it did stain the floor if too much pooled in one area. Krage finally climbed onto the bed and laid down, holding his penis shut to keep as much of his urine off of her sheets as he could. She had climbed on the bed Right after him a diaper in her hand. Fieva worked quickly to spread his legs, unfold the diaper, place it under him, and tape him up; She had probably finished in under ten seconds, at least it felt that way.
"Alright now I assume you want to meet the others."
Krage pondered for a moment, "You don't by chance have any pants do you?"
Smiling back at Krage, "I don't have any boy clothes but your welcome to wear anything you can find in my closet." Fieva jumped off the bed, and proceeded out the door ,"I'll see you down the hall and to the right when your done."
Krage's eye's had popped at her statement, Did she really just offer him her clothes?. He was not going to even bother looking, that was just something he would never do or consider. Following Fieva, Krage walked into the room down the hall. At first he could not believe it but there were several people sitting on various furniture, all of them wearing diapers. One in particular stood out, Clinton.
Location: Living room of Fieva's house
Time: 1:15 PM
Status: Comfortable, dry, and mildly happy.
If not for the fact that everyone but Fieva was wearing diapers Krage might have run, The fact that she was still running around without clothes was probably an indication of how little anyone cared what the others were wearing even if it was nothing. Krage wandered about before plopping down on one of the many chairs in the room, he had at least decided to sit down while he waited for today to resume its torturous course. An observation of the room had lead Krage to believe that Fieva was fairly rich, despite the mundane look of the exterior the interior was covered with expensive looking objects. A light green hue spat across the back wall gave an almost calming tone to the baby blue shag rug. A few windows covered in heavy white drapes left the room at a comfortable level of lighting. The furniture was plush and colorful, almost all of the couches had at least one blanket on it and a few decorative pillows.
Fieva was conversing with two people on the far side of the room, The horse Krage had seen earlier was sitting alone and the other five furs were sitting in a circle on the floor playing some game. Krage couldn't help but be curious about that horse and the question of how to deal with Jamel. Krage really didn't want to think about it either way. Thinking back on it for a moment Krage wished he had never given Jamel an invitation to his birthday party last month. It seemed great when Jamel told him he was Elite Furry's Of Regton (EFOR) material but it just an excuse to hurt people. Looking at his hands Krage began to study the dirt that was on them, Not real dirt of course. It was not the type you could not simply clean off and go about your day, it was a conscious dirt from the knowledge of what Krage might have helped Jamel do for an entire month. Jamel had him running errands every day since they meet, countless items that might have been used to tie someone up or hurt them in some other way....
A hand placed on his shoulder had shocked Krage back into focus; Fieva was standing in front of Krage, her left arm stretched onto his shoulder. Lifting his head to meet her gaze Krage noticed that everyone was gathered around him. He could not say anything, what would he say in this situation anyway?. Frozen stiff Krage watched as everyone continued to stare at him, a dead silence fell for a few seconds before Fieva started laughing uncontrollably. Falling on the floor as everyone else broke their own silence and began to laugh just as hard. Clinton still sitting down, smiling slightly like he knew what had just happened.
Krage was dumfounded, whatever they were laughing about had eluded him completely. Looking at himself he could find nothing out of place, nothing but the diaper of course...
"What is so funny?" Krage could not help but question.
Fieva started to clam down, sitting up and gaining control of herself long enough to blurt "Its a joke we play on newbies, you will understand it later." A rather uncomfortable scowl formed on Krage's face, what was that supposed to mean? "Alright guys, lets get down to business, we don't have long till departure time."
Everyone started to get up, the laughing died down with the formation of a circle around the table in the center of the room. Fieva sat at the end and everyone else grabbed spots around the table that suited them. Krage was still just as confused, remaining seated on the couch till Fieva motioned him over, patting a spot on the floor she had left open next to her, the horse had been seated on the other side; she had motioned him over as well. It was pretty awkward, Krage's built in social-instincts were going against the situation, not to mention that 'joke' that they had apparently just pulled. To be in a diaper in a room full of other people wearing nothing but diapers might have appeared to be a dream if Krage had not known he was awake.
"Alright!" Fieva shouted, "First order of business, lets welcome Krage and Clinton to the group. They were both rescued today."
Krage was just happy that he was not the only person on the spotlight at the moment.
"Krage, Clinton; This is Rosie, Chetto, Gregos, Remee, Walters, Burvie, and Jayra." Fieva had pointed to everyone in order, A female bluebird, a male cheetah, a male gecko, a male hamster, a male giraffe, a female koala, and a female kangaroo. "Krage, being the only one of the rescued never having been blindfolded, I ask that you tell us as much about what you saw so we may exact a harsh vengeance upon your captor."
The room had fallen dead silent, everyone's eyes were upon Krage, even Clinton appeared to be taking a great interest in this soon-to-be information. Krage could only sit uncomfortably while he thought of what to say.
"His name is Jamel" Krage finally said.
It took only a second for Fieva's face to turn bright red. "That no good double backing son of a.."
Walters interrupting her mid-sentance, "Wait a minute Fieva, how do we know it is not a different Jamel? We do go to a pretty big school." The others began to fuss over this news to the person next to them. It took a shout from Fieva to calm everyone down.
"Walters brings up a good point, we need to make sure it is our Jamel and not another person before we plan revenge. Krage, can you tell us anything else about your captor, any defining features you remember would be helpful."
Krage had to think hard on that one but he did manage to remember that he had a cut on this left ear and that Jamel usually wore a colored band on this tail after school. Given the new information, Fieva and the others were sure that it was the Jamel they knew.
"I can't believe it was him this entire time." said Jayra
"It makes no sense why he would do this!" exclaimed Chetto
Krage was at a loss, how exactly were they linked was a complete mystery. "Wait, what is going on?"
Fieva stopped arguing and looked at Krage, "Jamel is the person that brought us together." Everyone continued arguing in the background as Fieva pulled Krage into her room.
"It started when Jamel found my diary some time ago, he read it and found out that I still wet the bed from time to time. He returned my diary saying that he found it in the hallway. I asked if he had read it, to which he laughed and said yes. He however was sympathetic and invited me over to his house after school. When I got there I found out that he had used to wet the bed over two years ago; He told me that his mom had forced him into diapers until he managed to gain control. His mom by chance kept the diapers just in case the behavior resurfaced.
He gave me an entire package and said I should come back for more which I did after I had used the first package. To my surprise he was giving diapers out to more than just me, he introduced us to one another and we grouped together at my house. He started to charge us when the supply his mom had run dry. We managed to work out a deal where he would buy them and deliver them to my house and I would sell them from here. My house is closer to everybody's and it was easier for us to sneak packages from my house than it was from Jamel's.
We have rescued a few people in your same predicament, most of them went on with their lives keeping it all of this a secret. However Chetto and Walters joined the group because they enjoyed diapers as much as we do. Every person we find has the same story; They were ambushed from behind and blindfolded. Later they are forced to drink some awful tasting liquid and diapered then tickled till they wet and mess themselves. Then their legs are untied and they stagger around till someone finds them, most times it has been us, sometimes they run across someone from school who shows everyone else before we can get them out of the fire. The effects of that liquid seem to make you unable to control yourself for an entire week, by which time you have forgotten how to hold it and have to be potty trained again. We watch the forest quite often, we managed to grab Clinton just this morning and Thanks to you I hope we can put an end to this."
"Now I have to go get everyone back to school, you can stay here if you like or go home" Fieva turned to head out of the room, turning back for a moment to say "Oh and since you don't have any clothes I suggest you run home before school gets out. It will be much harder to avoid being spotted after school is over. OH and..." going over to a dresser she opened a drawer and pulled out an entire package of diapers handing it to Krage. "You will need these, keep the ones you don't use if you like." A smile on her face as if she knew he would like them. "You can still use my clothes if you don't want to go out in a just a diaper, if you use them please return them after you get some of your own."
Finally passing under the doorway Fieva disappeared and the room fell silent. Krage pondered the thought again, he was very sure as he was before that he was not going to wear her clothes. He was going to have to set out in the near nude, carrying a package of diapers....
Location: Krage's bedroom
Time: 2:35 PM
Status: Tense, kinda dry, and mildly tired.
It had taken Krage over an hour to run home, narrowly avoiding three cars that had been driving down the roads he had to cross. His house was not far, its just that he had to spend a lot of time hiding and checking for anyone that could see him. Carrying the bag of diapers had been just as unnerving as running around in just the diaper. Lucky for him, his mother or father were not home home yet. His diaper had a small wet spot on the front where urine had been flowing out. The front was starting to become noticeably heavier and the wetness on his shaved skin was not unnoticed.
It took him a good ten minutes of thinking before he was able to hide the package where he thought it could not be found. He then looked for some clothes that looked like the ones he had on in the morning. Hearing his parents coming in the door he scrambled to get them on Not even three seconds after he zipped up his pants and pulled on a shirt did they bust into his room to ask him how school had been.
If anything had been unnerving today it was being less than ten feet from you parents in a crinkly diaper that gave off the slight smell of urine. Not only did the diaper make him uncomfortable, but he had to lie to his parents on the spot about what had happened all day. He was not used to lying especially not to his parents who he had never been able to lie to more than once or twice in his life.
The rest of the day Krage spent trying to avoid his parents from getting close enough to notice the diaper or its smell. It was only when he was told to take a bath that he was able to take the diaper off and throw it away by which time it was pretty much full. He unfortunately was not given any time to get another one on as his parents burst into the bathroom to give him his pajamas and a towel as well as instructions to get out and come to dinner. Krage ate quickly, a wet spot on his pajamas was growing at an alarming rate, almost to the point of licking his plate clean he finished dinner and asked to be excused. After his parents allowed him to leave he ran out of the room as quickly as he could.
Closing his door behind him and ripping open the package he hid under his bed. He hurried to pull off his pajamas and put the diaper on, shortly realizing that he had no idea how to put it on. He at least managed to figure out how to open the flaps and lay it out, laying down onto it so the urine dripping from him at least was not hitting the floor. It took another two minutes while he fiddled with the tapes, finally getting them to where it felt like it was on him. Getting up and looking in the mirror, Krage could see that the diaper was secured pretty well, a real struck of beginners luck. Tucking away the package and climbing into bed Krage nestled into his dreams, troubled over the fact he would be in these for the next six days troubled him. It also bothered him he would be going to school tomorrow, wearing one....
Location: Krage's bed room
Time: 5:15 AM
Status: Wet, sore, agonized.
Krage peeked his eye's open and looked at his clock, he shoot up with a renewed curiosity. Was it really five fifteen in the morning?; Krage had never even managed seven without his parents arousal. That however was no longer important as the horrid realization that he had not been dreaming swept over him. Krage pulled his covers off to reveal a diaper, he stared at it for a moment in angst. Yesterdays events began to flood back to him when the clock ticked over to five sixteen. Krage jumped out of bed to open his window, the fresh air on his snout instantly destroying the facade put up by an entire nite. Krage had finally been able to grasp how much it smelled. What was worse is that it smelled like he had taken a dump sometime last night.
Krage patted his butt in a curious gesture, experiencing the horrible feeling of poop pressing against his skin. This had not been like his waste from yesterday which was watered down to the point of being drain-able in Fieva's tub. This was clearly something the consistency of the paste, somewhere around the feeling of mashed banana's. Closing his eyes for a second in dismay, Krage could still not believe he was awake. Several pinches later he found that he was indeed awake and in a situation he was going to loath. He looked down again at the front of the diaper, spotting the tapes, knowing they would unleash a dreadful smell.
A thought or two later, Krage began to pull at one of the tapes, which to his surprise were pretty hefty. Grabbing the tab with two hands and tugging it off, the right side of the diaper fell open, a cool breeze accompanying the stronger smell of poop and urine. It was not enough to gag him like yesterdays, this was much more bearable. Pulling off the second tab the diaper fell to the ground. Stammering around Krage could feel the coldness embracing his crotch, and the left overs of what had come out his back tunnel. Grabbing a lot of tissues from the box on his nightstand, Krage began to wipe himself clean. Almost thirty tissues later he became satisfied and threw everything into his trash bin that he lifted afterwords and placed outside of his window. 'I'm going to have to dispose of that before my parents wake up.' he thought, looking down to see a small stream of pee escaping him.
Bending down and grabbing the package under his bed, Krage pulled out two diapers one he stashed in his backpack for later the other he secured to himself before he put on his shirt and pants. Thinking for a moment, he took his pants off and slipped a pair of underwear and then pulled his pants back on before tucking the plastic flaps into his underwear so that if his pants did not hide it, all anyone would see was his underwear. The hair that had been shaved off of him surfaced the diaper low enough that it looked like he was not wearing one, aside from a waddle that Krage was going to have to suppress the whole day, He might even be able to avoid being detected entirely. This however did not concern him as much as disposing the trash sitting outside of his window at the moment. Climbing out his window and grabbing the bin, Krage trekked around the house to where the garbage bin sat and emptied his entire bin into it. Looking in to see if the diaper or the tissues were visible, he could see they were fairly concealed by a few papers he had thrown out earlier. Math homework, at that time, actually had a use thought Krage; "I might even have to pick up some extra credit" he murmured to himself as he wandered back to his bedroom window, which was still venting miniscule traces of the smell out his window. It was still only six twenty when he finished, to which he thought some TV would be a good before school activity.
Location: Living room
Time: 7:05 AM
Status: Dry, comfortable, oblivious to the world.
It had taken his parents a good five minutes to figure out he was out of bed, when they did find him in the living room they were pretty surprised to find him watching TV. Krage could just smile and say good morning, his parents did not care that he was up early in fact it meant they could enjoy coffee earlier. They paid him no mind beyond good morning, and paced into the kitchen. Krage snapped back to reality, where he was wearing a diaper, sinking into the couch he expressed a sigh of despair and hopped off the couch. Krage stopped, clenching his teeth , he could swear the diaper had made a loud crinkle. Another step forward he found that it was pretty audible, he might have to whistle all day just to cover it up.
A short walk to the kitchen had enveloped Krage in a fury of crinkling, his mom stared when he came in, making his heart jump between paces. Sitting down at his spot on the table he felt a gush of air come out of his diaper, this was shortly followed by the feeling of sinking as his diaper deflated. He was sure that had been audible as well, but his parents had paid no attention to it. They were too busy pouring coffee to notice anything he was doing. Krage had never watched them in the morning, it was truly disturbing how zombie like they were. Krage watched as they took a swig of the dark liquid, sucking on the coffee mug like a starving vampires. This of course was followed by his parents suddenly jolting to life, their eye's perked up, their backs straitened, they took in a whiff of the morning air, and began to look like his loving parents he had seen last night. This would have disturbed Krage if he was not preoccupied with keeping his diaper a secret.
His dad, now awake, looked over and adopted a confused look that made Krage nervous. "son... when did you get up?" The notion that he had seen Krage on the couch just ten minutes before completely vanished from his mind. His mom was busy scrambling with a large bowel that she filled with dark green grass and placed in the middle of the table where everyone could reach it.
"I went to bed early last night, I guess I just work up early as well." Krage explained, grabbing a handful of grass as his parents seated themselves. They shrugged the answer off as acceptable and began to eat themselves.
Location: Inside a car outside of school
Time: 8:00 AM
Status: Dry, mild discomfort, freaking out
He had several close calls between eating and getting into the car, which had unnerved him every time his parents inquired if he had heard or smelt something. "Now remember it's Friday, so we want you in by seven thirty" his mom stated; "Remember to call us after school and tell us where you are" added his dad. Krage looked out the window at school, wave after wave of people flowing pass the car towards the entrance. Pulling the handle and pushing the door open, Krage hopped out, unsure of weather he could keep secret that which lay just under his pants. "Have a good day at school honey!" was all his mom could shout off before he closed the door. The car driving away like it had a thousand times before, this time however it seemed excruciatingly important.
A pat on his butt had sent him jumping, turning around Krage's eyes meet with Fieva's. "Looking good" was all she said.
Krage panicked "Is it really that noticeable!?" he said in a yelling wispier.
"I could not even tell it was there without spanking you" she replied aware of his tension, "Your going to be fine, I wear one every day and I've never been found out in the two or so years I've worn them"
Gasping in astonishment Krage looked around just to be sure nobody was listening. "How do you hide the smell?" he asked, This information was of vital importance to Krage and although he felt awkward for asking the question, he knew it might turn out more awkward if he was found because of the smell.
"I don't hide it, an extremely large percentage of people can't even identify the smell, and those who can identify it are usually busy smelling their own putridity to notice."
This concept was very VERY unbelievable to Krage, but he did not have much of a choice but to put faith in it. "Well how do you hide the sound?" asking again out of desperation.
"That's a bit of a different issue, I just get around it by wearing tight panties that keep it from moving around enough to crinkle."
This was a little more believable to Krage but did not help him at all, "But I don't have any tight fitting underwear, is there anything else?"
Pulling Krage aside, Fieva whispered in his ear, "Not that I know of, but if you want I can run home and grab a pair for you to use."
Krage was again pondering the thought and again he came to the conclusion that he was not going to wearing girls clothes. "I'd rather be caught in this infernal thing." Krage whispered back.
"Suit yourself, just know my drawers are open if you change you mind." Fieva smiled and walked away, waving down a few of the other Krage had meet yesterday. Why was she so obsessed with him wearing her clothes? Krage walked towards the school doors expecting the worst and hoping for the best.
Location: Leaving class for lunch
Time: 12:01 PM
Status: mostly-Dry, semi-paranoid
Four hours into school, Krage could honestly say that things were going better then he expected. Nobody asked where he was yesterday and no one smelt nor could see the diaper as far as he knew. The only thing that had gone wrong as far as he was concerned was that his pencil had broken three times and he had to keep getting up to sharpen it. A new problem however troubled Krage, it was lunch time and Krage had the feeling of impending doom bear down upon him when he remembered the Jamel was sure to be at the usual table in front of the cafeteria entrance. Krage stepped out into the hallway and waited at the side of the door, "I may just skip lunch this next week" he murmured to himself.
"Good cause we have work to do"
Nearly jumping out of his pants, Krage looked over to see Walters with his hooves clasped together. "Don't you know its rude to sneak up to people?" Krage noted with a frown
"Yes well I did not have to sneak up because you were not paying attention"
Krage again, adopted a frown. "Well what do you want?"
"Fieva asked me to invite you back to her place, for a meeting."...
Location: Arriving at Fieva's house
Time: 12:05 PM
Status: Nearly wet, Comfortable
A short walk to Fieva's house and Krage was well into the notion that something was going down. Jamel could be heard yelling.
"Let me go you worthless excuses for people! LET ME GO!"
A moment passed before It resumed.
"YOU HAVE NO PROOF!"
Walking into the living room Krage found that Jamel had been tied to Fieva's coffee table, his face red with anger and hatred.
Fieva looking over replied "On the contrary, our witness just arrived."
Jamel shot his look over, his chest still heaving while he took into account what was going on. Jamel looked back and forth briefly before resuming his screaming and pulling on his restraints. This nearly sent the table over but Fieva caught it before it could tip. "Watching you worms squirm was pretty fun you know."
"Forty three people" Fieva explained, "You have hurt forty three people with your blasted 'fun'."
"What are you going to do? Make me say I'm sorry? BAAAAHHHH your all worthless sacks of fresh meat to me!"
Fieva had waited long enough, she unzipped a backpack that she had pulled out from behind her. Pulling out a gag she shoved it into his mouth, the noise level dropping considerably.
"I hope you recognize it, it's from your backpack. As well as this." Pulling a half full bottle of clear liquid from the pack she waved it around in his face. "Laxatives, with large red letters telling you to delude it."
Jamel just screamed into his gag, creating a muffled 'MMMMM' while he gesticulated on the table.
Pulling out various other things from the backpack, Fieva found a tube, a pump, a few diapers, tape, some rope, and of course in the last pocket, Jamel's meager school supplies. Krage watched as the seven furs mercilessly worked on him. Soon Jamel was diapered, a tube running into his mouth which ended up connected to the pump which in turn had its own tube running strait into the bottle of laxative.
A moment of silence, followed by a small click and then the sound of the pump turning on. In that moment time slowed down and Krage watched as the liquid ran into Jamel, his body struggling against all odds to keep it out.
Location: Principles office.
Time: 6:17 PM
Status: Wet, traumatized.
"The rest of it passed by so quickly, Fieva and the others dragged him all the way to the schoolyard and tied him up, everyone found him minutes into recess, the whole school got to see him as you well know." Krage quivered. "I.. was so unsure of what to do that I ran away and hid... till Mrs. Gillespie found me.."
The raccoon leaned back into the chair, the entire story from beginning to end was getting complicated.
From the multiple accounts read back to him from the seven members of the group, and now from Krage. He had a good idea of what had transpired, two years ago it might have been a simple affair, but it had festered into a monster that had consumed many, The raccoon was going to have to tell all fifty-one of the child's parents..... assuming he could track down all of the victims down that was.
"Alright Krage, you can go, send your parents in so I can talk to them."
_ Aftermath _
~Forty-Two victims (43 minus Krage),The first three quarters that were found, were sent to a psychiatrist where they found peace with the event and continued their lives. The other quarter keep silent and lived life, forgetting the whole thing all together.
~Fieva, Rosie, Chetto, Gregos, Remee, Walters, Burvie, and Jayra. Were all punished to varying degree's, their parents all allowed them to continue wearing diapers under the condition that if they continued to wear them they would not be allowed to change themselves or revert back to using the toilet. This lead to them being dependent on diapers for the rest of their lives which they did not at all mind.
~Krage went home with his parents later that day, the next five days he wore the diapers till he regained control and went though potty training again. He became friends with Fieva and the others and occasionally wore a diaper when he had a sleep over with them at Fieva's house, otherwise he lived a normal life.
~Jamel ended up incontinent from the undiluted laxative, he was taken back into school where only a few teased him about it for the first few weeks before he made some friends that did not mind it. Although he remained just as convinced that everyone around him was worthless, he managed to learn the concept known as 'cause and effect' which kept him out of trouble for the most part.