day 37
_I admit, I check if there are new stories on here every day, and the only conclusion I keep drawing is: Not Nearly enough diaper stories. About two years ago, I had two people write a story based on a picture I had commissioned and I just found them sitting about on my computer. So for those who share my believe that there are never enough diaper stories, I'll be posting them here. I DID NOT WRITE THIS. The Author's name is Swift fox _
"Day #37" Chapter 1 The advent of affordable computers led to the reality of the internet and by the beginning of the 21st century homes were being monitored and controlled by computers that were 100 times as powerful as their early predecessors. They controlled everything from turning lights on and off, adjusting the thermostat in the home to maintain a comfortable temperature, to brewing gourmet coffee. All of this and more were controlled from a computer half the size of a pad of paper. As microchips became smaller, more powerful and cheaper to make, the predictions of the great science fiction writers of the 20th century came true. Machines were being created to free man from the menial tasks of the day. It began with simple things; robotic vacuums and pool cleaners, but within a half decade robots were mowing lawns, cleaning toilets and bathtubs, and changing diapers. Riv, was a young male timber wolf, nineteen years of age and glad to be out on his own. He had well groomed grey fur over his entire body which was a little abnormal for someone of his species. It made him unique among his peers and pack-mates and that wasn't always a good thing. He grew up being "the gray wolf" and joke and comments about his emotional state permeated his youth, and the once happy cub became a morose and melancholy teen. He became a loner and his personal journey to rediscover the happier him had led him to turn to age regression. It was a secret interest that he only shared with a small community of on-line friends. When he let himself act like a little cub, he felt genuinely happy. But Dog forbid his peers found out about it. Most nights he'd fire up his IM client and role play through situations where he was being babied and taken care of by a favorite daddy of his or make time to play virtually with any number of baby brothers or sisters. But it always left him wanting when it was all done and he switched his computer off. What he had truly longed for was to be taken care of for real and finally the technology had caught up with that dream. His hopes rose a year ago when he read the entry on RUPadded from an AB in Texas who had purchased a HICU-P or "hiccup." The acronym was short for Home Incontinence Care Unit - Personal. It was an adult version of the HICU, Home Infant Care Unit, which arrived on the market a year earlier to much fanfare from the Adult Baby community. They were originally designed and marketed for hospitals and other medical institutions and finally had reached consumer pricing. Built and programmed by Richardson Robotics of California, it was quickly found that the programming for the Infant Unit could be applied to the Incontinence Unit and used for special needs patients. Finally, having a real mommy or daddy, albeit a robotic one, to feed, change and take care of lonely cubs was only limited by cash. Riv had saved for an entire year after the news in that blessed entry graced his screen that day. He watched and read with envy as others got their "hiccups" before him and posted how much they loved the new experience. Reviews came pouring in and in time Riv's patience and perseverance paid off. When he had finally placed his order, the prices on the units had come down. He ordered the adult - institutional version which boasted a high capacity, dual feeding system and diaper storage.
The young wolf was once again perusing his favorite sites on the internet when it arrived by UPS in four boxes. "Some Assembly Required," the instructions said. The directions were simple enough, but some of the processes were difficult to do alone; and there was no way he was going to ask someone over to help him. That would lead to too many questions. But the young wolf kept at it and by the end of that weekend, he had it all put together. Round, shiny aluminum legs, held up a 6 foot long clear aluminum table. 2" high raised edges were sealed to contain any liquid matter along with the 6" thick foam, vinyl covered mattress pad that made up the changing table. Under the pad was a thin sensor pad that measured specific weight changes to determine if the patient's diaper required changing. This could be enabled based on a default setting, a custom setting entered or disabled completely to allow for a set time between changes. Five rings ran down the side rails of the changing table and rusty brown Velcro straps hung down to the floor; ready in case the patient needed to be restrained. Centered, along side the table, stood the storage containment and support unit. It was designed to contain 72 hours of specially prepared solid food items, a vessel of adult formula mix, powder, lotion, medication, hygienic and personal incidentals and...a stack of adult diapers. It was also clear aluminum, shiny and new, and very institutional looking. Secured to the top of it the cabinet was the heart of the system; the "HICU-P" itself. It was secure in an insulated bronzed aluminum casing to reduce unwanted mechanical noises while operating. Four hinged, robotic arms ending in soft, furry four digit paws could extend one out of each side and two from the long side over the changing table, the length of the table to the patient's head and feet. On the back side a pair of doors opened to refill the items in the storage containment and support unit. In the back of the HICU-P a black cord ran from the power supply to the floor and in the power supply was a simple rocker switch to turn it on and off. Nearby a set of FireWire interface cables were plugged into a replaceable SATA controller board nest to a small, fold down, shelf which had been mounted so a lap top could be put there to program the unit. He stood back and admired the thing. He longed to give it a "test drive" and that prompted him to lift his left wrist and glance at his watch. Frowning, Riv mused to himself, "It's too late to put it to any real test now. But I'll spend all of next weekend as a cub and let myself be taken care of by my new caretaker." The gray wolf patted the side of the bronze aluminum case, shut off the light at the switch on the wall, and walked out the door.
Chapter 2 To say he was distracted would be an understatement. When Rivy arrived home after work on Monday he dove right into the manual and loaded the software onto his laptop. It seemed to take forever, the little status bar in the middle of the screen seemed to crawl across the small window. Rivy was already three steps ahead in the manual when the speakers let out a friendly *ding* to prompt him to select "Finish." The grey wolf made sure the radio box was clicked next to the words, "Launch software" before hitting the enter key. The window winked out and was replaced by a larger one. At the top, in big, bold, friendly letters was written, "Welcome to the HICU-P Programming Software! Please choose from the following options: Enter New Patient, Edit Existing Patient, Options." He selected, "Enter New Patient" and a new screen replaced the old. This sheet asked for all kinds of vital data on the patient; Name, Species, DOB, Weight, Height, Conditions, Allergies. All the basics were in the top box. Below that was where the real programming began. Information pertaining to "change every X hours" or "Change when weight differential is X" was in this box. Below these were radio boxes to turn on or off the feeding solid and or liquid foods in the event the patient was being fed intravenously. Fields were placed to denote how much of each and how often to administer. Name: Species: DOB: Height: Weight: Condition: Photo: Allergies: Facility: Doctor: Admitted: Bed #: Absorbent Briefs: Capacity: Change patient every hours. Change patient when weight differential is kilograms. Solid Food: Capacity: Feed patient hours. Liquid Suppliment: Capacity: Feed patient liters, every hours. Restraints: Wrists Arms Chest Ankles Legs Medication 1: Name: Capacity Dosage: Frequency: Medication 2: Name: Capacity Dosage: Frequency: New Patient HICU Services Other Comments & Instructions kilograms, every Defecation Assist?
"Wwwoww." Rivy breathed, looking over the document on the screen in front of him. The possibilities which lay at his claw tips were unimaginable. All his fantasies were a mere few button clicks away. His right paw dropped down from the mouse to his crotch as he adjusted his swelling sheath. "Dog! I'm getting hard just thinking about it." He said out loud, alone in his living room. That gave him an idea. He moved the laptop, but left it on, and walked down the hallway to the door to the spare room on the left. His right hand reached for the door knob, grasped it and turned. The light from the hallway shone off of the bright aluminum cabinet and table. He flicked the light switch and the room and the 'hiccup" were bathed in light. The walls were still painted white by the previous owners in order to better market the sale of their home. Rivy had dressed it up with an orange and yellow border of Tonka construction and fire truck toys. He had gotten the idea from an on-line fox friend of his and found it in the home décor department at a nearby Lowes. A set of azure blue curtains hung under a matching valance in front of the window and on the floor beneath it was a basic wood night stand. An Optimus Prime lamp stood on the night stand along with an alarm clock. Next to it was a genuine twin size wooden race car bed, the kind he remembered sleeping in when he was still a cub. On the far side of the room was a wood toy box and a three shelf bookshelf full of various action figures, story books, games and coloring books. This was his cub room; his nursery. His "supplies" were all in the closet, out of sight. He'd had to move things around to accommodate the HICU-P, but it would be well worth it he kept telling himself. His shaft was poking at the front of his waist band by now, and he casually unbuckled his belt, slipped open the snap and cautiously drew down the zipper. He let his shorts fall to the floor as he walked across the room to open the sliding closet door. He reached in, passed the baby lotion and powder, passed the box of wipes to take hold of a small bottle of clear liquid. "Astroglide" was written on the label as he brought it up to his face to confirm he'd grabbed the right thing. "I may not be able to play with it." Rivy said out loud to himself, "But that doesn't mean this wolf can't christen it." He stripped off his shirt and underwear with practiced skill and hopped up on the smooth, soft vinyl padding. He let his senses enjoy the smell of the new material and the soft, smooth touch under each paw pad. A drop of pre cum fell slowly from the tip of his glands to land on the padding. Riv smiled and leaned back to lick it up, savoring the saltiness. He put the bottle of lube down, rolled onto his side, and brought his right leg up nearly over his head as he folded himself across his chest and abdomen. His muzzle hovered for a moment over the tip of his growing cock and his eyes looked down on its glistening fissure. As he had done so many times before since coming of age, his tongue slipped past his lips and drew it's warmth across his slick, pinkish head. His body shuddered with excitement with each long lick and his shaft grew even further. Rivy could now reach the head and could get nearly two inches into his muzzle if he pulled himself forward, straining and stretching his muscles to achieve a blessed mix of pain and wonderful pleasure. His lips locked around his wolfhood as he bobbed his head carefully up and down. He'd learned long ago that too much enthusiasm results in losing his grasp on his cock or worse, nicking it on one of his sharp canines.
Rivy was taking his time anyway. This was just a bit of foreplay to get himself fully aroused. As he reveled in each tingling sensation, his mind drifted to that screen on his computer again. He saw himself entering his name into the first field, followed by his species and date of birth. Each was an act of commitment to the fantasy that would be revealed this weekend. He had a full three inches of thick cock in his muzzle when the knot fully formed over his fuzzy sheath; Rivy was very well endowed. Now was the time. He had all the personal information filled out in his mind as he allowed his penis to slip free of his muzzle. The young male wolf eased himself onto his back and his weight sank into the water proof mattress. He poured a dollop of lube into his paw and as he grasped the length of his erect cock, his mind was checking the box next to "Absorbent briefs." Rivy pumped his shaft from tip to knot as he went down the list; Change patient every six hours. Supply patient with 1 liter of liquid supplement every 2 hours. He had to tale a moment to so he could calm himself down a little or he'd surely pop before he finished filling out the form in his mind. The thought of what each entry made so far would mean when the time came and the sensations of his paw pads were pushing him too quickly. When the young gray wolf thought he was in control enough to continue his little "data entry" fantasy, he began to massage his cock with more enthusiasm again. It was a good thing he'd waited a little bit, because just thinking about the category of restraints would have had his chest fur covered in his seed a few moments ago. Now he joyfully checked each box under restraints; Wrists, Arms, Chest, Legs and Ankles. His mind stopped on Defecation Assist and for a moment he wondered what that was. He checked it anyway, promising to look it up after he was finished. It was all so exciting and he could feel that he was nearing climax. The very thought of being helplessly restrained so all he could do was be fed and cared for as an infant was going to be a dream come true. He moved on to Medication 1 and checked the box. He was going to have to move quickly if he was ever going to hope to finish filling out the form in his mind before his dick erupted. Under the name he imagined, "oral laxative," and he made up a dosage of 5 mg. That would ensure that he would have no control over his bowels next weekend. His mind wandered to past experiences with laxatives and messy diapers and he knew it was a losing battle. But he tried to finish any way. His mind imagined the next cell and next to frequency he imagined "every 12...ugh...uh...howwwwooooooo!!!
Chapter 3 Luckily for the young male wolf, things had become busy at work for the rest of the week which blissfully occupied Riv's mind and caused him to come home exhausted from work each night. He barely had the energy to eat what little dinner he had prepared for himself before falling asleep on the couch while watching television. By Wednesday he was seriously considering setting up the "hiccup" to take care of him and feed him when he came home from work; but he was too tired to bother. Despite his exhaustion, he made himself stop at the local Walmart, on the way home on Thursday, to pick up five gallons of filtered water, chocolate flavored, powdered, toddler formula and two boxes of 25, 5 mg, Fleet oral stimulant laxative. Just for fun he picked up a box of 60, 100 mg Fleet oral stool softener; the Fleet products were on sale, 50% off. When he arrived at home, he put the bags down and made himself some dinner. When he had finished dinner, he carried his weekend supplies down the hall and into his special room. He hadn't been in here since Monday night and it still had a bit of a musky smell from when he had "christened" himself and the unit. That caused Riv to smile a little; something he hadn't done much of these last three days. He set the gallon jugs of water down and put the bag of formula and laxatives on the vinyl pad. He allowed his paw to glide over the smooth, vinyl surface of the foam mattress and he shuddered with the memories of three nights ago. The wolf walked to the closet, slid the mirrored doors open to the side, took two bags of Secure X-Plus disposable diapers out and moved them on the vinyl pad also. Riv opened the front of the storage unit and familiarized himself with where everything went. "Diapers there. Solid food there." He confirmed in his mind while pointing to each, "Powdered formula in there and these must be where the daily meds are kept. He turned around to the table and opened up the first package of 12 disposable diapers. He held them in a stack between both paws, rotated the stack ninety degrees and slipped them into the vertical rack so they laid flat on each other. There wasn't quite room for two packs, but he opened the other bag, took three out and slipped them in on top of the twelve. He took the partial bag of diapers back to the closet and brought back a box of Cu'Biscuits. They're a nutritious bone shaped granola cookies designed to give cubs a fun way to get their daily dose of vitamins, fiber and minerals. He dumped the box of those in the Solid food bin then tossed the empty box over by the door. All the powdered formula went into a moisture resistant plastic container so it wouldn't get clumpy or spoil. The last things out of the bags from his shopping trip were the laxatives. The stool softeners were easy. They were loose, in a bottle and they poured right into their "tamper resistant" bin. He spent about forty-five minutes releasing each stimulant laxative pill from its foil wrapping and placing them in their "tamper resistant" bin. The last thing he'd do tomorrow, before hitting "begin" was pour the five gallons of water into the plastic tank. He took out the liter sized feeding bottle, shut the supply cabinet doors, turned off the light to the room and returned to the main part of his house. He took the liquid feeding bottle into the kitchen and boiled the nipple while he washed out the large bottle. When the nipple was satisfactorily sterilized, he filled the bottle half way with cool water and tested the flow on the nipple.
"Very good." He thought, impressed. He carried the bottle with him and went back into his living room to sit with his computer. He'd finish off the water while he set about the next task of his evening; filling out his Patient Form. The laptop booted up and the young wolf moved the wireless mouse over to the proper icon and clicked on it. The display screen lit up his screen and with a shaking paw Riv clicked, "New Patient." The window changed to the blank patient form he'd looked at, and later masturbated to on Monday night. Those feelings of arousal returned again as he moved the cursor over to begin by entering his personal information into the data fields in gray. He chuckled as he made up names for the "facility" and "doctor" fields. He even found a nude picture he'd posed for last year to crop out the head to insert where a "photo" was asked for. Next was the "Services" section of the form; the fields in blue. With few exceptions he filled each field out as he had fantasized them days before. Riv's eyes saw "absorbent briefs" but his mind registered "diapers" and checked the box. He sat back a moment and asked himself, "How uncomfortable do I want to be?" The cursor moved over the field that sought information on how often to be changed. Finally, his paw fell on the "6" key. He used the information on the box of Cu'buscuits and toddler formula to fill out the next few fields. Now up to the section on restraints Riv smiled and wasted no time selecting every option available; even "defecation assist" which he had learned lifted the patient's legs back to make it easier to pass a bowel movement. The bottom fields were left for prescribed medications. Only two were shown on the default form, but others could be added if needed. For the young wolf, the two sets of fields would be sufficient. He filled in the stimulant laxative in the first set of fields and the stool softener in the second. Riv knew what those two over the counter drugs together would mean for his weekend and he smiled with anticipation. He would be helpless as a cub in his mother's care, forced to use the diaper around his waist for everything and remain in it until it was time to be changed, and only fed Cu'biscuits and formula from a bottle. He'd read stories and blogs where fursons had founds themselves or placed themselves in just that situation. His hard drive was full of such wonderful fantasies and he'd spend nights naked, just he and the glow of his lap-top, pawing to such wonderful tales of truth and fiction. But there was always a gotchya; always some glitch in the system that found the main character in an unexpected predicament. Riv was smarter than that though. He had this all thought out ahead of time. In the last section of the form, were special instructions and commands that were to be followed. The HICU-P was smart enough to translate and understand ASCII characters. So the wolf typed in two lines of special instructions. "Patient is to be unrestrained and allowed to move, under supervision, once every 24 hours." "Treatment to cease 48 hours after initiated." That would give him a chance to bail after a day if he didn't like it as well as restock his food supplies. It also set a hard time for his session to end, and for Rivy to take care of some pent up needs the entire ordeal was likely to instigate in his loins. He looked it all over, one more time, his paw straying to the front of his jeans again and stroking his slowly growing erection. The gentle fondling sent pleasant waves of chills up his body. For a moment he thought about calling out sick tomorrow so he could get started today. He thought better of it though and willed his paw away from his groin so he could click "save" on the file. He picked up the lap-top and walked back down to his special room to sync the data into the HICU-P. He dropped the little shelf down, placed the lap-top on it. The guide said to plug the HICU-P into a standard 110 wall outlet and turn it on. Riv did just that, powering the unit on for the first time since he'd put it together. It whirred to life, making a few beeping noises before the audio interface began its configuration. It began with a very choppy, digital voice, but as it went through its routine, the voice settled into a gentle, feminine voice that was both motherly and relaxing. "Hello." It greeted the room, "I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is active and ready for service." Rivy was in love. "Heather." He said dreamily in his mind. The voice was better in person than the mp3's he downloaded from the website made it out to be. The next step, in the start up instructions, was to plug in the data cable from the hiccup to the laptop. Riv did that and in less than a minute the computer let out a "ding" that it had recognized the link. "Ready for patient record upload." Heather the HICU announced. Rivy looked over the information one last time... Name: Species: Lupine DOB: 3/10/1990 Height: 162.5 cm
Weight: 65.1 kg
Condition: Constipation/Incontinence Photo: Allergies: None Facility: VanHelsing Care Hosp.
Doctor: Dr. Gentlepaw
Admitted: 8/25/2009 Bed #: 1 Absorbent Briefs: yes Capacity: 15 Change patient every 6 hours. Change patient when weight differential is .... kilograms. Solid Food: yes Capacity: 2 kg Feed patient 0.15 kg every 6 hours. Liquid Suppliment: yes Capacity: 18.93 litres Feed patient 1 liters, every 3 hours. Restraints: Wrists: yes
Arms: yes
Chest: yes Ankles: yes
Legs: yes
defecation assist?: yes Medication 1: Oral stimulant laxative Name: Capacity 50 Dosage: 5 mg Frequency: 1/day Medication 2: Stool softener Name: Capacity 60 Dosage: 100 mg Frequency: 1/day Patient is to be unrestrained and allowed to move, under supervision, once every 24 hours. Treatment to cease 48 hours after initiated.
...and then selected, "upload." A few moments later, Heather verified, "Patient data upload complete. When patient is ready, press the green button on my front panel." Rivy looked longingly at the glowing green button, just below a solid red one that had "STOP" written in tall capitol letters. "Tempting, but not tonight." Riv spoke for the first time to the HICU; to Heather. He powered the unit down, leaving it plugged into the wall to maintain the new data in its memory. He unplugged the data cable, took the laptop under his arm, shut the light out and closed the door. Chapter 4 His eight hours of work on Friday had to be the longest day of his entire life. But it was finally the weekend. The drive home was a challenge as he fought to stay focused on the road and not where he was going to be in about an hour or so. He picked up the mail and threw it on the coffee table when he entered his home. He had a tight feeling of anticipation in his chest and butterflies in his stomach from anxiety. The moment was nearly here. He locked the front door, turned the ringer off the phone and made his way down to his bedroom. The walk was surreal. His mind was in a daze as it ran down the list of "what ifs." H e stood before the full length mirrored doors of his bedroom closet and watched as he stripped off his clothes. Each layer was a layer of adulthood and responsibility cast off. He deposited his dirty clothes in the hamper nearby then stood and looked at himself in the mirror. "Am I ready to do this?" The eyes of his reflection asked. Then they dropped down to his sheath and the rising erection. "I guess that's the answer 'Yes." He smiled at himself, gave his reflection a "thumbs up" and walked purposefully out of his adult bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to the door and reached for the handle. Suddenly, he stopped. "I almost forgot!" He said out loud to himself. Riv released the door handle and walked naked down the hall to his coat closet. Opening the door he found the items he was looking for in their places; a light weight tripod and a digital video camera. He smiled, glad he'd thought of this little idea to capture this first session to watch again, or maybe post to X-tube. After assembling the base of the camera to the head of the tripod, he walked it down to the hall. The young wolf placed his paw once more on the knob to his special room and this time turned it and walked in. He flipped the switch on the wall illuminating the room and its contents. The HICU-P stood right where he had left it last night. It was all ready for him. All he needed to do was power it on, hop up on the vinyl mattress and hit the green button. He powered up the 'hiccup' and like yesterday it whirred to life and emitted a few friendly beeps as it went through it's boot up process. Meanwhile, Rivy extended the legs of the tripod and placed it over by the closet doors, to video the events up from the foot of the table. "The better to get all the juicy diaper bottom shots where all the "action" will be at." The wolf mused to himself with a smile, "It would be fun to watch after the fact. Certainly a new source of "paw off" material." "Hello." Heather greeted the room, "I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is active and ready for service." Riv smiled to himself as he rose from plugging the AC adapter from the camera into the wall. He moved back to the video camera, opened the LCD screen, adjusted the angle and zoomed the picture in just a touch. "That'll be perfect." He said. Then he looked at the 'hiccup' and said, "Heather. Please ready yourself to care for patient Davis, Rivy C. Confirm." There was a momentary pause then Heather began, "Davis, Rivy C. 19 years of age. Treating for constipation and incontinence. Subject is to wear absorbent briefs and changed every 6 hours; fed .15 kilograms of solid food once every six hours, and liquid supplement one liter every 3 hours. Subject is to be restrained at all times except once every twenty four hours for supervised movement. Patient will be administered the following medications: 5 mg of stimulant laxative, once a day; 100 mg of stool softener, once a day. Patient vitals will be monitored and recorded per default settings and for bowel movements so I may adjust patient position to assist with defecation. Treatment to last 48 hours." Rivy listened to each directive confirming that each had been understood and nothing had been lost. Confident and more than ready to get this started, Riv hopped up onto the thick, soft, waterproof mattress pad. He turned himself, brought his feet paws up to lay on the pad, then slowly reclined so he was laying on his back. He took a deep breath, gathered up his nerves, and opened his eyes. He was blinded by the light in the ceiling fan. Riv frowned, rolled off the mattress and walked over to the transformer's lamp on the night stand. He turned the switch on the lamp and the compact fluorescent bulb flickered to life. Since he was up, he unlocked and cracked the window to let some fresh air in. Something he suspected he'd need once the laxatives began to do their work. He pulled the cord for the light on the ceiling fan and checked to see that the video camera had adjusted to the new lighting levels. Satisfied, and a little impatient now, Rivy climbed back up onto the vinyl mattress and laid down on his back. He turned his head and looked again at the glowing green button on the face of the HICU-P. Slowly, but with purpose, the young wolf reached out and sealed his fate for at least the next 24 hours. The robot came to life with a brief, "Patient program activated." The pause couldn't have lasted much more than the span of a breath, but it felt like an eternity before Heather spoke again. "Hello Rivy, I will be taking care of you during your treatment." Heather told him, "Please relax, you are in good hands." The arms moved very quickly and efficiently as they moved from the box and over his body. A fur covered, hand gently grasped his left paw and moved it down to his side where two others attached a hook and loop restraint around his wrist. They did the same with is right paw, and then moved up to attach similar restraints on his upper arms just below his shoulder. He didn't resist, but he did test his bonds. He was secure from using his arms or sitting up. He felt paws grabbing each of his ankles and before he could think to crane his neck up to look down his chest, he was folded nearly in two as another paw was placing his first diaper up under his bottom. He was given a fine dusting of baby scented talcum powder then his ankles were lowered and spread so the front panel could be lifted into place and the adhesive tabs secured. His legs were lifted up again and the tail tape was adjusted over the root of his tail and secured. His now padded bottom was placed gently back onto the soft mattress pad and Rivy's ankles were now secured, spread eagled, to the corners of the mattress pad. A final strap was secured across the young wolf's diaphragm. "You were a very cooperative patient Rivy." Heather praised him, "Thank you baby. Patient care established. Begin distribution of medications, 17:23 hours." A paw retrieved the small white pill and moved it over Rivy's muzzle. "Open wide baby." Heather encouraged. Rivy smiled and did what she asked, catching the pill and swallowing it.
A second paw retrieved the larger pink gel cap and brought it over to the wolf's mouth. Once again Heather encouraged, "Open wide baby" and Rivy gladly complied. Sometime before...or after his next diaper change...he would be experiencing an uncontrollable urge to defecate. "Medications distributed, 17:24 hours." Heather recorded, "Vitals normal at 17:24 hours. Begin patient feeding." Rivy turned his head and watched as Heather received a Cu'biscuit and guided it over to his muzzle. She held it as he took a bite, chewed it up, swallowed and then took another. It was sweet and tasty and reminded him very much of his days as a cub. He finished it in three bites and smiled as Heather offered her praise, "That's my good boy. Are you ready for your bottle?" Ready or not the large, clear silicone nipple was rapidly approaching his muzzle. "Open wide Rivy dear." Heather said as her paw brought the teat to rest against his lips. The young gray wolf complied and she slipped it right in. Rivy tested the nipple with his tongue, then latched around it and took his first pull. The thick, chocolaty mixture splashed across his tongue and drained down his gullet. The young wolf had entertained himself with age play for almost five years now. He was used to cub sized bottles that held at most a half liter of liquid. The volume inside this big bottle was a little intimidating, but he kept on. Heather sensed that her charge was slowing, but she would not remove the bottle until it was drained. "Come on baby, just a little bit more to go." She encouraged, "That's my good little wolf." Rivy kept nursing from the bottle, but realized now that the fiber in the biscuits was absorbing the formula in his stomach and making him feel quite full. He knew that was the plan, but he hadn't anticipated the difficulty that combination would present. It wasn't something that he couldn't get past, and it actually played into the whole feeling of helplessness. He had willingly given himself over to his mechanical Mommy and so far he was enjoying the experience even with its discomforts. "Good boy. Your such a good boy Rivy." Heather praised as she pulled the emptied bottle away a few minutes later. Restrained and full, Rivy was naturally sleepy. Sensing this Heather switched on some soothing "ocean waves" across her audio. The wolf wet his diaper for the first time as he let relaxing slumber overtake him.
CHAPTER 5 He slowly woke from his nap, gently suckling on the feeding bottle nipple that had been placed there by Heather. His arms and legs felt a little cramped, but the feeling subsided as the soft silicone nipple and cool chocolate soothed his muzzle and mind. It was replaced by a need to urinate again and with some exertion he felt a stream of warmth running down his sheath and sack to dribble down into the thick padding. "Hello baby. Have a nice little nap?" Heather asked me, although I couldn't answer her with the nipple in my muzzle. Instinctively I raised my head up a little, looked toward the 'hiccup' and gave a little nod. "That's a good little wolf." She replied to my gesture, "Drink up and you may rest again. I register a slight increase in your weight from the intake of nutrients and normal urination. Your next change is in three hours." Her arm held the bottle. All I had to do is suckle down the nutrients inside and let nature continue to take its course. My ears could hear the normal chorus of crickets and frogs that come with the falling of night. It would be about 8:30 at night now if his math was right. He pulled in the last bit of chocolate formula and Heather drew the bottle away and put it back into storage until his next feeding in three hours. "Good boy Rivy." Heather praised him in a motherly way, "Relax baby and go back to sleep." The sound of gentle ocean waves was once again playing from her audio ports. Rivy answered back quietly as he was falling to sleep again, "Thank you Heather." "You're welcome Rivy." She replied softly. . . . He was pulled from his sleep again three hours later when his feet paws were released from their bonds and his bottom was lifted up off the table. Under normal circumstances he would have an urgent need to relieve himself upon waking up and this was no different. "Wait! Wait! Wait" He barked groggily, "Hu...Heather! Wait a moment. Please." "It's time for your change baby." Heather answered, but halted her processes. "I...I know, but please let me pee before you do." Rivy begged, "So...so I don't make a mess while you are changing me." He hung there his legs over his head and bottom off the pad for about twenty seconds while she processed the request. "Processing request." She said finally and she lowered his bottom and legs back onto the mat. Rivy had to piss like a race horse now. The formula was doing it's job but running through him. He let loose into the diaper for what felt like a minute, probably more. He laid there enjoying the feeling of warmth growing around his haunches that sent tingles up his sides and down his legs. He'd have lain there like that until he leaked probably. "Weight differential suggests that urination is complete." Heather interrupted his bliss. In a moment Rivy's legs were back over his chest and his bottom was off the pad again. The tail tap was snipped, the wolf was lowered enough to open the side tapes and then raised back up. The soaked diaper was whisked away and disposed of as another mechanical paw brought a cool, moistened wipe against his bottom. Heather was just as efficient with clean up as she was with diapering and feeding and she left no spot within his diaper area untouched or un-probed. Rivy could feel his bowels beginning to rumble as the medications performed their magic. But he knew that the mess it heralded was probably another sixty to ninety minutes away. He let his body be as supple as a green twig as Heather moved him around in order to secure a clean diaper around his tail. The smell of baby powder reached his nose and then he was flat on the pad again, the diaper pulled up between his legs and fastened down tightly. If his estimate was correct, he was going to be stuck lying in his own feces for at least four hours. His ankles were secured again, and a Cu'biscuit was offered to him. Rivy ate it in four smaller bites this time around. As he ate he reminded himself that this was not about comfort. This fantasy was all about giving up control and being subject to the whim of another. In this case, the other was a machine, which made it all the more exciting. "And boring." He admitted to himself as a new liter of chocolate formula was pressed against his muzzle. . . . A sharp pain pierced his right side. Then again, and as Rivy struggled to pull himself out of a deep sleep yet again, he felt the pressure building up in his abdomen. "Heather?" He asked weakly, "What is the time please?" "01:53 Rivy." She answered his query. "Right on time." He thought to himself as he felt the movement beginning in his lower intestines. He laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for the inevitable. The wolf had set this in motion almost eight hours ago. "Four hours until my next change." He thought and added with little enthusiasm, "This is going to be fun." Minutes passed by, and the sharp pains turned to a slow, dull throb in his abdomen, just above the tip of his sheath. His sphincter was holding back the tide, and that kept him from relieving his bladder also. Riv knew that when the wall of potty training fell, he'd be issuing liquid waste from both orifices down there. More minutes passed by and now Riv could feel the pressures mounting. It felt like he needed to fart and his mind told him that letting that fart out would relieve the pressure and allow him to be comfortable again. But the wolf was more experienced than to believe that. This was no fart his sphincter was holding back. It was a tidal wave of softened feces that was destined to fill his diaper from front to back. A diaper he'd have to lie in for four more hours. It wouldn't be long now Riv knew. He could feel his sphincter quivering now, flexing under the mounting pressure. All of a sudden, Heather came to life again. Riv moaned and thought, "Oh no. This is a bad time to have to suck down another bottle of formula." But instead, the robotic arms unfastened the restraints around his ankles. With a paw around each ankle, she brought his legs back and held them like he was in birthing stirrups. The change in position and the contraction of Riv's abdomen increased the pressure on the young wolf's pucker to a level it couldn't hope to hold back. Crap poured from his anus, splashed against the tight confines of the absorbent padding and then spread down toward the root of his tail. A breath span later, a steady stream of pee ran down his sheath, watering down the poop even more. With the first wave involuntarily forced from his body, the next waves would now require strain and effort to expel. As Riv pushed to send another dose of shit into his diaper, Heather maneuvered his 2:30 am bottle of formula into his muzzle. The wolf spit and sputtered, not ready for his next feeding while he was busy feeding a hungry diaper; but she held it to his muzzle firmly and he gave in. It was an odd experience; taking in nourishment in one end, and expelling the waste from the other at the same time. He likely hadn't even come close to ever doing that since he was a cub for real. By the time the laxatives had run their course, suckling on the nipple was a real comfort. Rivy was consciously upset when he finished the bottle and Heather drew the nipple out of his reach. The effort had left him physically drained. Heather returned his ankles to their restraints and by 3 am Riv had drifted back to sleep; indifferent of the cesspool he was lying in or the stench that was permeating the air around him. . . . There was a crack of thunder and Riv was instantly awake. He jerked against his bonds and tried to sit up but it was no avail. He looked toward the window, wide eyed, still in a frightened state. He could hear it was raining pretty hard outside and somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered the weatherfur on the radio mentioning something about a chance of thunderstorms tonight. He laid his head back down and tried to relax again. "Patient's heart rate and respirations are elevated 04:13 hours." Heather reported quietly, "Relax Rivy." Oddly enough, her voice was relaxing to the young wolf in her care. Rivy's bladder was sending signals again that it needed to be emptied and the wolf complied. Outside the winds were picking up and the rain continued to fall. Lightning flashed twice, lighting up the room like a strobe light. The crack of thunder fell and the light on the nightstand flickered once, and then went out, plunging the room into darkness. Behind him the internal fans on the HICU-P stopped turning. Rivy turned his head in alarm and looked at Heather, his caretaker, just in time to watch the green glow of the 'start' button fade to nothing. "No!" Rivy cried out, understanding now that the only thing that could release him was crippled by a lack of power. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the room, the robotic wonder of technology laid bare by mother nature's ill timing, and the young gray wolf restrained to the table. Thunder rolled passed his home and the rain continued to fall outside of the window; the only other noises aside from random, eerie creaks of the structure around him. "Never leave a bound submissive unattended." The words he had read on one particular website rang in his head. He was alone, locked inside of his house, bound to this table, wallowing in his own filth, and he was uncertain what might happen when the power came back on. On that thought his mind wandered; reviewing all the possibilities. He never thought to plug the HICU into a battery back-up, and of course actual hospital facilities would have emergency generators and banks of batteries so as to avoid even a minute hiccup of power loss. So what might happen? Rivy hoped that the software was written that Heather would regain power, synchronize with its internal clock and pick up right where they had left off. Then again it may go back into a stand-by mode, or it may not even turn back on at all. There was no way to be sure and he hadn't seen a section in the user's manual that addressed this issue of power failures. The grey wolf struggled and pulled against his bonds. He thought about crying out for help, but he was too embarrassed to let someone find him like this. He pulled and tried to twist his legs to see if he could slide them free. What he might do if he did free them he wasn't sure. All he did was smear the shit in his diaper further into his furry behind. He gave it one last try, this time trying to wrench the straps from their purchase points in the table. Try as he might, pull and push as hard as he could he was bound tighter than he thought to that table. Exhausted from the exertion, Rivy let the gentle rhythm of the rain lull him back into a sleep full of worried dreams. He was stuck until the power came back on; and then he would find out what his fate will be. . . . Daylight illuminated the room when Rivy woke up to the initializing beeps and mechanical whir of the cooling fans as power was again restored to the HICU-P. He looked over at the green start button on the front of the unit as it glowed gently again. He gazed intently at the bronzed aluminum box on top of the storage cabinet, waiting for something...anything to happen. "Hello." Heather greeted the room, "I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is active and ready for service." Rivy breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said, "Heather. Please resume patient care for Wolfe, Rivy G. Confirm." There was a momentary pause then Heather began, "Davis, Rivy C. 19 years of age. Treating for constipation and incontinence. Subject is to wear absorbent briefs and changed every 6 hours; fed .15 kilograms of solid food once every six hours, and liquid supplement one liter every 3 hours. Subject is to be restrained at all times except once every twenty four hours for supervised movement. Patient will be administered the following medications: 5 mg of stimulant laxative, once a day; 100 mg of stool softener, once a day. Patient vitals will be monitored and recorded per default settings and for bowel movements so I may adjust patient position to assist with defecation. Treatment to last 48 hours." Rivy listened as she read through his programmed treatment, glad that the information had not been lost. He couldn't wait until she had finished and then got around to changing him out of this messy diaper. It had long since become itchy and uncomfortable and he would be glad for a little relief from having had to endure it. When Heather had stopped talking and the room was silent for a good minute or two, Rivy turned his head and looked at the robotic caretaker. After another minute went by with no action by the HICU, Rivy finally barked impatiently, "Heather. I need a change. I've needed a change for over six hours now." "I am aware of your condition Rivy." Heather stated. "Well?" Rivy asked after another long pause, "What are you waiting for?" The HICU-P paused, perhaps for the span of two breaths, before Heather answered in her friendly tone, "I am waiting for the medical attendant to press the green button and activate my program."
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