{"sf1_id":274400,"sf2_id":"2145pZGe","title":"day 37","author":"chevs","words":8564,"posted_at":"2011-08-04T18:53:00.000Z","tags":["Bondage","Diapers","M/solo","Machine","Scat","Watersports"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/274400-day-37","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/2145pZGe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1e/2e/1e2ed245-3c26-48d8-9293-b309ddbaf30e","description":"","content":"_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** _\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Day #37\"  \nChapter 1  \nThe advent of affordable computers led to the reality of the internet and by the beginning  \nof the 21st century homes were being monitored and controlled by computers that were  \n100 times as powerful as their early predecessors. They controlled everything from  \nturning lights on and off, adjusting the thermostat in the home to maintain a comfortable  \ntemperature, to brewing gourmet coffee. All of this and more were controlled from a  \ncomputer half the size of a pad of paper.  \nAs microchips became smaller, more powerful and cheaper to make, the predictions of  \nthe great science fiction writers of the 20th century came true. Machines were being  \ncreated to free man from the menial tasks of the day. It began with simple things;  \nrobotic vacuums and pool cleaners, but within a half decade robots were mowing lawns,  \ncleaning toilets and bathtubs, and changing diapers.  \nRiv, was a young male timber wolf, nineteen years of age and glad to be out on his own.  \nHe had well groomed grey fur over his entire body which was a little abnormal for  \nsomeone of his species. It made him unique among his peers and pack-mates and that  \nwasn't always a good thing. He grew up being \"the gray wolf\" and joke and comments  \nabout his emotional state permeated his youth, and the once happy cub became a  \nmorose and melancholy teen.  \nHe became a loner and his personal journey to rediscover the happier him had led him  \nto turn to age regression. It was a secret interest that he only shared with a small  \ncommunity of on-line friends. When he let himself act like a little cub, he felt genuinely  \nhappy. But Dog forbid his peers found out about it.  \nMost nights he'd fire up his IM client and role play through situations where he was being  \nbabied and taken care of by a favorite daddy of his or make time to play virtually with  \nany number of baby brothers or sisters. But it always left him wanting when it was all  \ndone and he switched his computer off. What he had truly longed for was to be taken  \ncare of for real and finally the technology had caught up with that dream.  \nHis hopes rose a year ago when he read the entry on RUPadded from an AB in Texas  \nwho had purchased a HICU-P or \"hiccup.\" The acronym was short for Home  \nIncontinence Care Unit - Personal. It was an adult version of the HICU, Home Infant  \nCare Unit, which arrived on the market a year earlier to much fanfare from the Adult  \nBaby community. They were originally designed and marketed for hospitals and other  \nmedical institutions and finally had reached consumer pricing. Built and programmed by  \nRichardson Robotics of California, it was quickly found that the programming for the  \nInfant Unit could be applied to the Incontinence Unit and used for special needs patients.  \nFinally, having a real mommy or daddy, albeit a robotic one, to feed, change and take  \ncare of lonely cubs was only limited by cash.  \nRiv had saved for an entire year after the news in that blessed entry graced his screen  \nthat day. He watched and read with envy as others got their \"hiccups\" before him and  \nposted how much they loved the new experience. Reviews came pouring in and in time  \nRiv's patience and perseverance paid off. When he had finally placed his order, the  \nprices on the units had come down. He ordered the adult - institutional version which  \nboasted a high capacity, dual feeding system and diaper storage.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The young wolf was once again perusing his favorite sites on the internet when it arrived  \nby UPS in four boxes. \"Some Assembly Required,\" the instructions said. The  \ndirections were simple enough, but some of the processes were difficult to do alone; and  \nthere was no way he was going to ask someone over to help him. That would lead to  \ntoo many questions. But the young wolf kept at it and by the end of that weekend, he  \nhad it all put together.  \nRound, shiny aluminum legs, held up a 6 foot long clear aluminum table. 2\" high raised  \nedges were sealed to contain any liquid matter along with the 6\" thick foam, vinyl  \ncovered mattress pad that made up the changing table. Under the pad was a thin sensor  \npad that measured specific weight changes to determine if the patient's diaper required  \nchanging. This could be enabled based on a default setting, a custom setting entered or  \ndisabled completely to allow for a set time between changes. Five rings ran down the  \nside rails of the changing table and rusty brown Velcro straps hung down to the floor;  \nready in case the patient needed to be restrained.  \nCentered, along side the table, stood the storage containment and support unit. It was  \ndesigned to contain 72 hours of specially prepared solid food items, a vessel of adult  \nformula mix, powder, lotion, medication, hygienic and personal incidentals and...a stack  \nof adult diapers. It was also clear aluminum, shiny and new, and very institutional  \nlooking. Secured to the top of it the cabinet was the heart of the system; the \"HICU-P\"  \nitself. It was secure in an insulated bronzed aluminum casing to reduce unwanted  \nmechanical noises while operating. Four hinged, robotic arms ending in soft, furry four  \ndigit paws could extend one out of each side and two from the long side over the  \nchanging table, the length of the table to the patient's head and feet.  \nOn the back side a pair of doors opened to refill the items in the storage containment  \nand support unit. In the back of the HICU-P a black cord ran from the power supply to  \nthe floor and in the power supply was a simple rocker switch to turn it on and off.  \nNearby a set of FireWire interface cables were plugged into a replaceable SATA  \ncontroller board nest to a small, fold down, shelf which had been mounted so a lap top  \ncould be put there to program the unit.  \nHe stood back and admired the thing. He longed to give it a \"test drive\" and that  \nprompted him to lift his left wrist and glance at his watch. Frowning, Riv mused to  \nhimself, \"It's too late to put it to any real test now. But I'll spend all of next weekend as a  \ncub and let myself be taken care of by my new caretaker.\" The gray wolf patted the side  \nof the bronze aluminum case, shut off the light at the switch on the wall, and walked out  \nthe door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Chapter 2  \nTo say he was distracted would be an understatement. When Rivy arrived home after  \nwork on Monday he dove right into the manual and loaded the software onto his laptop.  \nIt seemed to take forever, the little status bar in the middle of the screen seemed to  \ncrawl across the small window. Rivy was already three steps ahead in the manual when  \nthe speakers let out a friendly \\*ding\\* to prompt him to select \"Finish.\" The grey wolf  \nmade sure the radio box was clicked next to the words, \"Launch software\" before hitting  \nthe enter key.  \nThe window winked out and was replaced by a larger one. At the top, in big, bold,  \nfriendly letters was written, \"Welcome to the HICU-P Programming Software! Please  \nchoose from the following options: Enter New Patient, Edit Existing Patient, Options.\"  \nHe selected, \"Enter New Patient\" and a new screen replaced the old.  \nThis sheet asked for all kinds of vital data on the patient; Name, Species, DOB, Weight,  \nHeight, Conditions, Allergies. All the basics were in the top box. Below that was where  \nthe real programming began. Information pertaining to \"change every X hours\" or  \n\"Change when weight differential is X\" was in this box. Below these were radio boxes to  \nturn on or off the feeding solid and or liquid foods in the event the patient was being fed  \nintravenously. Fields were placed to denote how much of each and how often to  \nadminister.  \nName: Species: DOB:  \nHeight: Weight: Condition:  \nPhoto: Allergies:  \nFacility: Doctor: Admitted:  \nBed #:  \nAbsorbent Briefs: Capacity:  \nChange patient every hours.  \nChange patient when weight differential is kilograms.  \nSolid Food: Capacity:  \nFeed patient hours.  \nLiquid Suppliment: Capacity:  \nFeed patient liters, every hours.  \nRestraints:  \nWrists Arms Chest  \nAnkles Legs  \nMedication 1:  \nName: Capacity  \nDosage: Frequency:  \nMedication 2:  \nName: Capacity  \nDosage: Frequency:  \nNew Patient  \nHICU Services  \nOther Comments \u0026 Instructions  \nkilograms, every  \nDefecation Assist?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Wwwoww.\" Rivy breathed, looking over the document on the screen in front of him.  \nThe possibilities which lay at his claw tips were unimaginable. All his fantasies were a  \nmere few button clicks away. His right paw dropped down from the mouse to his crotch  \nas he adjusted his swelling sheath. \"Dog! I'm getting hard just thinking about it.\" He  \nsaid out loud, alone in his living room.  \nThat gave him an idea. He moved the laptop, but left it on, and walked down the hallway  \nto the door to the spare room on the left. His right hand reached for the door knob,  \ngrasped it and turned. The light from the hallway shone off of the bright aluminum  \ncabinet and table. He flicked the light switch and the room and the 'hiccup\" were bathed  \nin light.  \nThe walls were still painted white by the previous owners in order to better market the  \nsale of their home. Rivy had dressed it up with an orange and yellow border of Tonka  \nconstruction and fire truck toys. He had gotten the idea from an on-line fox friend of his  \nand found it in the home décor department at a nearby Lowes. A set of azure blue  \ncurtains hung under a matching valance in front of the window and on the floor beneath  \nit was a basic wood night stand. An Optimus Prime lamp stood on the night stand along  \nwith an alarm clock. Next to it was a genuine twin size wooden race car bed, the kind he  \nremembered sleeping in when he was still a cub. On the far side of the room was a  \nwood toy box and a three shelf bookshelf full of various action figures, story books,  \ngames and coloring books.  \nThis was his cub room; his nursery. His \"supplies\" were all in the closet, out of sight.  \nHe'd had to move things around to accommodate the HICU-P, but it would be well worth  \nit he kept telling himself.  \nHis shaft was poking at the front of his waist band by now, and he casually unbuckled  \nhis belt, slipped open the snap and cautiously drew down the zipper. He let his shorts  \nfall to the floor as he walked across the room to open the sliding closet door. He  \nreached in, passed the baby lotion and powder, passed the box of wipes to take hold of  \na small bottle of clear liquid. \"Astroglide\" was written on the label as he brought it up to  \nhis face to confirm he'd grabbed the right thing.  \n\"I may not be able to play with it.\" Rivy said out loud to himself, \"But that doesn't mean  \nthis wolf can't christen it.\" He stripped off his shirt and underwear with practiced skill and  \nhopped up on the smooth, soft vinyl padding. He let his senses enjoy the smell of the  \nnew material and the soft, smooth touch under each paw pad. A drop of pre cum fell  \nslowly from the tip of his glands to land on the padding. Riv smiled and leaned back to  \nlick it up, savoring the saltiness.  \nHe put the bottle of lube down, rolled onto his side, and brought his right leg up nearly  \nover his head as he folded himself across his chest and abdomen. His muzzle hovered  \nfor a moment over the tip of his growing cock and his eyes looked down on its glistening  \nfissure. As he had done so many times before since coming of age, his tongue slipped  \npast his lips and drew it's warmth across his slick, pinkish head. His body shuddered  \nwith excitement with each long lick and his shaft grew even further.  \nRivy could now reach the head and could get nearly two inches into his muzzle if he  \npulled himself forward, straining and stretching his muscles to achieve a blessed mix of  \npain and wonderful pleasure. His lips locked around his wolfhood as he bobbed his  \nhead carefully up and down. He'd learned long ago that too much enthusiasm results in  \nlosing his grasp on his cock or worse, nicking it on one of his sharp canines.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Rivy was taking his time anyway. This was just a bit of foreplay to get himself fully  \naroused. As he reveled in each tingling sensation, his mind drifted to that screen on his  \ncomputer again. He saw himself entering his name into the first field, followed by his  \nspecies and date of birth. Each was an act of commitment to the fantasy that would be  \nrevealed this weekend.  \nHe had a full three inches of thick cock in his muzzle when the knot fully formed over his  \nfuzzy sheath; Rivy was very well endowed. Now was the time. He had all the personal  \ninformation filled out in his mind as he allowed his penis to slip free of his muzzle. The  \nyoung male wolf eased himself onto his back and his weight sank into the water proof  \nmattress. He poured a dollop of lube into his paw and as he grasped the length of his  \nerect cock, his mind was checking the box next to \"Absorbent briefs.\"  \nRivy pumped his shaft from tip to knot as he went down the list; Change patient every six  \nhours. Supply patient with 1 liter of liquid supplement every 2 hours. He had to tale a  \nmoment to so he could calm himself down a little or he'd surely pop before he finished  \nfilling out the form in his mind. The thought of what each entry made so far would mean  \nwhen the time came and the sensations of his paw pads were pushing him too quickly.  \nWhen the young gray wolf thought he was in control enough to continue his little \"data  \nentry\" fantasy, he began to massage his cock with more enthusiasm again. It was a  \ngood thing he'd waited a little bit, because just thinking about the category of restraints  \nwould have had his chest fur covered in his seed a few moments ago.  \nNow he joyfully checked each box under restraints; Wrists, Arms, Chest, Legs and  \nAnkles. His mind stopped on Defecation Assist and for a moment he wondered what  \nthat was. He checked it anyway, promising to look it up after he was finished. It was all  \nso exciting and he could feel that he was nearing climax. The very thought of being  \nhelplessly restrained so all he could do was be fed and cared for as an infant was going  \nto be a dream come true.  \nHe moved on to Medication 1 and checked the box. He was going to have to move  \nquickly if he was ever going to hope to finish filling out the form in his mind before his  \ndick erupted. Under the name he imagined, \"oral laxative,\" and he made up a dosage of  \n5 mg. That would ensure that he would have no control over his bowels next weekend.  \nHis mind wandered to past experiences with laxatives and messy diapers and he knew it  \nwas a losing battle. But he tried to finish any way. His mind imagined the next cell and  \nnext to frequency he imagined \"every 12...ugh...uh...howwwwooooooo!!!\n\nChapter 3  \nLuckily for the young male wolf, things had become busy at work for the rest of the  \nweek which blissfully occupied Riv's mind and caused him to come home exhausted  \nfrom work each night. He barely had the energy to eat what little dinner he had prepared  \nfor himself before falling asleep on the couch while watching television. By Wednesday  \nhe was seriously considering setting up the \"hiccup\" to take care of him and feed him  \nwhen he came home from work; but he was too tired to bother.  \nDespite his exhaustion, he made himself stop at the local Walmart, on the way home on  \nThursday, to pick up five gallons of filtered water, chocolate flavored, powdered, toddler  \nformula and two boxes of 25, 5 mg, Fleet oral stimulant laxative. Just for fun he picked  \nup a box of 60, 100 mg Fleet oral stool softener; the Fleet products were on sale, 50%  \noff. When he arrived at home, he put the bags down and made himself some dinner.  \nWhen he had finished dinner, he carried his weekend supplies down the hall and into his  \nspecial room.  \nHe hadn't been in here since Monday night and it still had a bit of a musky smell from  \nwhen he had \"christened\" himself and the unit. That caused Riv to smile a little;  \nsomething he hadn't done much of these last three days. He set the gallon jugs of water  \ndown and put the bag of formula and laxatives on the vinyl pad. He allowed his paw to  \nglide over the smooth, vinyl surface of the foam mattress and he shuddered with the  \nmemories of three nights ago. The wolf walked to the closet, slid the mirrored doors  \nopen to the side, took two bags of Secure X-Plus disposable diapers out and moved  \nthem on the vinyl pad also.  \nRiv opened the front of the storage unit and familiarized himself with where everything  \nwent. \"Diapers there. Solid food there.\" He confirmed in his mind while pointing to each,  \n\"Powdered formula in there and these must be where the daily meds are kept. He  \nturned around to the table and opened up the first package of 12 disposable diapers. He  \nheld them in a stack between both paws, rotated the stack ninety degrees and slipped  \nthem into the vertical rack so they laid flat on each other. There wasn't quite room for  \ntwo packs, but he opened the other bag, took three out and slipped them in on top of the  \ntwelve.  \nHe took the partial bag of diapers back to the closet and brought back a box of  \nCu'Biscuits. They're a nutritious bone shaped granola cookies designed to give cubs a  \nfun way to get their daily dose of vitamins, fiber and minerals. He dumped the box of  \nthose in the Solid food bin then tossed the empty box over by the door. All the  \npowdered formula went into a moisture resistant plastic container so it wouldn't get  \nclumpy or spoil. The last things out of the bags from his shopping trip were the  \nlaxatives. The stool softeners were easy. They were loose, in a bottle and they poured  \nright into their \"tamper resistant\" bin. He spent about forty-five minutes releasing each  \nstimulant laxative pill from its foil wrapping and placing them in their \"tamper resistant\"  \nbin.  \nThe last thing he'd do tomorrow, before hitting \"begin\" was pour the five gallons of water  \ninto the plastic tank. He took out the liter sized feeding bottle, shut the supply cabinet  \ndoors, turned off the light to the room and returned to the main part of his house. He  \ntook the liquid feeding bottle into the kitchen and boiled the nipple while he washed out  \nthe large bottle. When the nipple was satisfactorily sterilized, he filled the bottle half way  \nwith cool water and tested the flow on the nipple.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Very good.\" He thought, impressed. He carried the bottle with him and went back into  \nhis living room to sit with his computer. He'd finish off the water while he set about the  \nnext task of his evening; filling out his Patient Form. The laptop booted up and the  \nyoung wolf moved the wireless mouse over to the proper icon and clicked on it. The  \ndisplay screen lit up his screen and with a shaking paw Riv clicked, \"New Patient.\"  \nThe window changed to the blank patient form he'd looked at, and later masturbated to  \non Monday night. Those feelings of arousal returned again as he moved the cursor over  \nto begin by entering his personal information into the data fields in gray. He chuckled as  \nhe made up names for the \"facility\" and \"doctor\" fields. He even found a nude picture  \nhe'd posed for last year to crop out the head to insert where a \"photo\" was asked for.  \nNext was the \"Services\" section of the form; the fields in blue. With few exceptions he  \nfilled each field out as he had fantasized them days before. Riv's eyes saw \"absorbent  \nbriefs\" but his mind registered \"diapers\" and checked the box. He sat back a moment  \nand asked himself, \"How uncomfortable do I want to be?\" The cursor moved over the  \nfield that sought information on how often to be changed. Finally, his paw fell on the \"6\"  \nkey. He used the information on the box of Cu'buscuits and toddler formula to fill out the  \nnext few fields. Now up to the section on restraints Riv smiled and wasted no time  \nselecting every option available; even \"defecation assist\" which he had learned lifted the  \npatient's legs back to make it easier to pass a bowel movement.  \nThe bottom fields were left for prescribed medications. Only two were shown on the  \ndefault form, but others could be added if needed. For the young wolf, the two sets of  \nfields would be sufficient. He filled in the stimulant laxative in the first set of fields and  \nthe stool softener in the second. Riv knew what those two over the counter drugs  \ntogether would mean for his weekend and he smiled with anticipation. He would be  \nhelpless as a cub in his mother's care, forced to use the diaper around his waist for  \neverything and remain in it until it was time to be changed, and only fed Cu'biscuits and  \nformula from a bottle.  \nHe'd read stories and blogs where fursons had founds themselves or placed themselves  \nin just that situation. His hard drive was full of such wonderful fantasies and he'd spend  \nnights naked, just he and the glow of his lap-top, pawing to such wonderful tales of truth  \nand fiction. But there was always a gotchya; always some glitch in the system that  \nfound the main character in an unexpected predicament. Riv was smarter than that  \nthough. He had this all thought out ahead of time.  \nIn the last section of the form, were special instructions and commands that were to be  \nfollowed. The HICU-P was smart enough to translate and understand ASCII characters.  \nSo the wolf typed in two lines of special instructions. \"Patient is to be unrestrained and  \nallowed to move, under supervision, once every 24 hours.\" \"Treatment to cease 48  \nhours after initiated.\" That would give him a chance to bail after a day if he didn't like it  \nas well as restock his food supplies. It also set a hard time for his session to end, and  \nfor Rivy to take care of some pent up needs the entire ordeal was likely to instigate in his  \nloins.  \nHe looked it all over, one more time, his paw straying to the front of his jeans again and  \nstroking his slowly growing erection. The gentle fondling sent pleasant waves of chills  \nup his body. For a moment he thought about calling out sick tomorrow so he could get  \nstarted today. He thought better of it though and willed his paw away from his groin so  \nhe could click \"save\" on the file. He picked up the lap-top and walked back down to his  \nspecial room to sync the data into the HICU-P.  \nHe dropped the little shelf down, placed the lap-top on it. The guide said to plug the  \nHICU-P into a standard 110 wall outlet and turn it on. Riv did just that, powering the unit  \non for the first time since he'd put it together. It whirred to life, making a few beeping  \nnoises before the audio interface began its configuration. It began with a very choppy,  \ndigital voice, but as it went through its routine, the voice settled into a gentle, feminine  \nvoice that was both motherly and relaxing.  \n\"Hello.\" It greeted the room, \"I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is active  \nand ready for service.\"  \nRivy was in love. \"Heather.\" He said dreamily in his mind. The voice was better in  \nperson than the mp3's he downloaded from the website made it out to be. The next  \nstep, in the start up instructions, was to plug in the data cable from the hiccup to the laptop.  \nRiv did that and in less than a minute the computer let out a \"ding\" that it had  \nrecognized the link.  \n\"Ready for patient record upload.\" Heather the HICU announced.  \nRivy looked over the information one last time...  \nName: Species: Lupine DOB: 3/10/1990  \nHeight: 162.5 cm\n\nWeight: 65.1 kg\n\nCondition: Constipation/Incontinence  \nPhoto: Allergies: None  \nFacility: VanHelsing Care Hosp.\n\nDoctor:\u0026nbsp; Dr. Gentlepaw\n\nAdmitted: 8/25/2009  \nBed #: 1  \nAbsorbent Briefs: yes\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Capacity: 15  \nChange patient every 6 hours.  \nChange patient when weight differential is .... kilograms.  \nSolid Food: yes \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; Capacity: 2 kg  \nFeed patient 0.15 kg every 6 hours.  \nLiquid Suppliment: yes\u0026nbsp; Capacity: 18.93 litres  \nFeed patient 1 liters, every 3 hours.  \nRestraints:  \nWrists: yes\n\nArms: yes\n\nChest: yes  \nAnkles: yes\n\nLegs: yes\n\ndefecation assist?: yes  \nMedication 1: Oral stimulant laxative  \nName: Capacity 50  \nDosage: 5 mg Frequency: 1/day  \nMedication 2: Stool softener  \nName: Capacity 60  \nDosage: 100 mg Frequency: 1/day  \nPatient is to be unrestrained and allowed to move, under supervision, once every 24 hours.  \nTreatment to cease 48 hours after initiated.\n\n\u0026nbsp; ...and then selected, \"upload.\"  \nA few moments later, Heather verified, \"Patient data upload complete. When patient is  \nready, press the green button on my front panel.\"  \nRivy looked longingly at the glowing green button, just below a solid red one that had  \n\"STOP\" written in tall capitol letters. \"Tempting, but not tonight.\" Riv spoke for the first  \ntime to the HICU; to Heather. He powered the unit down, leaving it plugged into the wall  \nto maintain the new data in its memory. He unplugged the data cable, took the laptop  \nunder his arm, shut the light out and closed the door.  \nChapter 4  \nHis eight hours of work on Friday had to be the longest day of his entire life. But it was  \nfinally the weekend. The drive home was a challenge as he fought to stay focused on  \nthe road and not where he was going to be in about an hour or so. He picked up the  \nmail and threw it on the coffee table when he entered his home. He had a tight feeling of  \nanticipation in his chest and butterflies in his stomach from anxiety. The moment was  \nnearly here. He locked the front door, turned the ringer off the phone and made his way  \ndown to his bedroom.  \nThe walk was surreal. His mind was in a daze as it ran down the list of \"what ifs.\" H e  \nstood before the full length mirrored doors of his bedroom closet and watched as he  \nstripped off his clothes. Each layer was a layer of adulthood and responsibility cast off.  \nHe deposited his dirty clothes in the hamper nearby then stood and looked at himself in  \nthe mirror.  \n\"Am I ready to do this?\" The eyes of his reflection asked. Then they dropped down to  \nhis sheath and the rising erection. \"I guess that's the answer 'Yes.\" He smiled at  \nhimself, gave his reflection a \"thumbs up\" and walked purposefully out of his adult  \nbedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to the door and reached for the  \nhandle. Suddenly, he stopped.  \n\"I almost forgot!\" He said out loud to himself. Riv released the door handle and walked  \nnaked down the hall to his coat closet. Opening the door he found the items he was  \nlooking for in their places; a light weight tripod and a digital video camera. He smiled,  \nglad he'd thought of this little idea to capture this first session to watch again, or maybe  \npost to X-tube.  \nAfter assembling the base of the camera to the head of the tripod, he walked it down to  \nthe hall. The young wolf placed his paw once more on the knob to his special room and  \nthis time turned it and walked in. He flipped the switch on the wall illuminating the room  \nand its contents. The HICU-P stood right where he had left it last night. It was all ready  \nfor him. All he needed to do was power it on, hop up on the vinyl mattress and hit the  \ngreen button.  \nHe powered up the 'hiccup' and like yesterday it whirred to life and emitted a few friendly  \nbeeps as it went through it's boot up process. Meanwhile, Rivy extended the legs of the  \ntripod and placed it over by the closet doors, to video the events up from the foot of the  \ntable. \"The better to get all the juicy diaper bottom shots where all the \"action\" will be  \nat.\" The wolf mused to himself with a smile, \"It would be fun to watch after the fact.  \nCertainly a new source of \"paw off\" material.\"  \n\"Hello.\" Heather greeted the room, \"I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is  \nactive and ready for service.\"  \nRiv smiled to himself as he rose from plugging the AC adapter from the camera into the  \nwall. He moved back to the video camera, opened the LCD screen, adjusted the angle  \nand zoomed the picture in just a touch. \"That'll be perfect.\" He said.  \nThen he looked at the 'hiccup' and said, \"Heather. Please ready yourself to care for  \npatient Davis, Rivy C. Confirm.\"  \nThere was a momentary pause then Heather began, \"Davis, Rivy C. 19 years of age.  \nTreating for constipation and incontinence. Subject is to wear absorbent briefs and  \nchanged every 6 hours; fed .15 kilograms of solid food once every six hours, and liquid  \nsupplement one liter every 3 hours. Subject is to be restrained at all times except once  \nevery twenty four hours for supervised movement. Patient will be administered the  \nfollowing medications: 5 mg of stimulant laxative, once a day; 100 mg of stool softener,  \nonce a day. Patient vitals will be monitored and recorded per default settings and for  \nbowel movements so I may adjust patient position to assist with defecation. Treatment  \nto last 48 hours.\"  \nRivy listened to each directive confirming that each had been understood and nothing  \nhad been lost. Confident and more than ready to get this started, Riv hopped up onto  \nthe thick, soft, waterproof mattress pad. He turned himself, brought his feet paws up to  \nlay on the pad, then slowly reclined so he was laying on his back. He took a deep  \nbreath, gathered up his nerves, and opened his eyes.  \nHe was blinded by the light in the ceiling fan.  \nRiv frowned, rolled off the mattress and walked over to the transformer's lamp on the  \nnight stand. He turned the switch on the lamp and the compact fluorescent bulb  \nflickered to life. Since he was up, he unlocked and cracked the window to let some fresh  \nair in. Something he suspected he'd need once the laxatives began to do their work. He  \npulled the cord for the light on the ceiling fan and checked to see that the video camera  \nhad adjusted to the new lighting levels.  \nSatisfied, and a little impatient now, Rivy climbed back up onto the vinyl mattress and  \nlaid down on his back. He turned his head and looked again at the glowing green button  \non the face of the HICU-P. Slowly, but with purpose, the young wolf reached out and  \nsealed his fate for at least the next 24 hours.  \nThe robot came to life with a brief, \"Patient program activated.\" The pause couldn't have  \nlasted much more than the span of a breath, but it felt like an eternity before Heather  \nspoke again. \"Hello Rivy, I will be taking care of you during your treatment.\" Heather  \ntold him, \"Please relax, you are in good hands.\"  \nThe arms moved very quickly and efficiently as they moved from the box and over his  \nbody. A fur covered, hand gently grasped his left paw and moved it down to his side  \nwhere two others attached a hook and loop restraint around his wrist. They did the  \nsame with is right paw, and then moved up to attach similar restraints on his upper arms  \njust below his shoulder. He didn't resist, but he did test his bonds. He was secure from  \nusing his arms or sitting up.  \nHe felt paws grabbing each of his ankles and before he could think to crane his neck up  \nto look down his chest, he was folded nearly in two as another paw was placing his first  \ndiaper up under his bottom. He was given a fine dusting of baby scented talcum powder  \nthen his ankles were lowered and spread so the front panel could be lifted into place and  \nthe adhesive tabs secured. His legs were lifted up again and the tail tape was adjusted  \nover the root of his tail and secured.  \nHis now padded bottom was placed gently back onto the soft mattress pad and Rivy's  \nankles were now secured, spread eagled, to the corners of the mattress pad. A final  \nstrap was secured across the young wolf's diaphragm.  \n\"You were a very cooperative patient Rivy.\" Heather praised him, \"Thank you baby.  \nPatient care established. Begin distribution of medications, 17:23 hours.\"  \nA paw retrieved the small white pill and moved it over Rivy's muzzle.  \n\"Open wide baby.\" Heather encouraged.  \nRivy smiled and did what she asked, catching the pill and swallowing it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A second paw retrieved the larger pink gel cap and brought it over to the wolf's mouth.  \nOnce again Heather encouraged, \"Open wide baby\" and Rivy gladly complied.  \nSometime before...or after his next diaper change...he would be experiencing an  \nuncontrollable urge to defecate.  \n\"Medications distributed, 17:24 hours.\" Heather recorded, \"Vitals normal at 17:24 hours.  \nBegin patient feeding.\"  \nRivy turned his head and watched as Heather received a Cu'biscuit and guided it over to  \nhis muzzle. She held it as he took a bite, chewed it up, swallowed and then took  \nanother. It was sweet and tasty and reminded him very much of his days as a cub. He  \nfinished it in three bites and smiled as Heather offered her praise, \"That's my good boy.  \nAre you ready for your bottle?\"  \nReady or not the large, clear silicone nipple was rapidly approaching his muzzle. \"Open  \nwide Rivy dear.\" Heather said as her paw brought the teat to rest against his lips. The  \nyoung gray wolf complied and she slipped it right in. Rivy tested the nipple with his  \ntongue, then latched around it and took his first pull. The thick, chocolaty mixture  \nsplashed across his tongue and drained down his gullet.  \nThe young wolf had entertained himself with age play for almost five years now. He  \nwas used to cub sized bottles that held at most a half liter of liquid. The volume inside  \nthis big bottle was a little intimidating, but he kept on. Heather sensed that her charge  \nwas slowing, but she would not remove the bottle until it was drained.  \n\"Come on baby, just a little bit more to go.\" She encouraged, \"That's my good little wolf.\"  \nRivy kept nursing from the bottle, but realized now that the fiber in the biscuits was  \nabsorbing the formula in his stomach and making him feel quite full. He knew that was  \nthe plan, but he hadn't anticipated the difficulty that combination would present. It wasn't  \nsomething that he couldn't get past, and it actually played into the whole feeling of  \nhelplessness. He had willingly given himself over to his mechanical Mommy and so far  \nhe was enjoying the experience even with its discomforts.  \n\"Good boy. Your such a good boy Rivy.\" Heather praised as she pulled the emptied  \nbottle away a few minutes later. Restrained and full, Rivy was naturally sleepy. Sensing  \nthis Heather switched on some soothing \"ocean waves\" across her audio. The wolf wet  \nhis diaper for the first time as he let relaxing slumber overtake him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; CHAPTER 5  \nHe slowly woke from his nap, gently suckling on the feeding bottle nipple that had been  \nplaced there by Heather. His arms and legs felt a little cramped, but the feeling  \nsubsided as the soft silicone nipple and cool chocolate soothed his muzzle and mind. It  \nwas replaced by a need to urinate again and with some exertion he felt a stream of  \nwarmth running down his sheath and sack to dribble down into the thick padding.  \n\"Hello baby. Have a nice little nap?\" Heather asked me, although I couldn't answer her  \nwith the nipple in my muzzle. Instinctively I raised my head up a little, looked toward the  \n'hiccup' and gave a little nod.  \n\"That's a good little wolf.\" She replied to my gesture, \"Drink up and you may rest again. I  \nregister a slight increase in your weight from the intake of nutrients and normal urination.  \nYour next change is in three hours.\"  \nHer arm held the bottle. All I had to do is suckle down the nutrients inside and let nature  \ncontinue to take its course. My ears could hear the normal chorus of crickets and frogs  \nthat come with the falling of night. It would be about 8:30 at night now if his math was  \nright. He pulled in the last bit of chocolate formula and Heather drew the bottle away  \nand put it back into storage until his next feeding in three hours.  \n\"Good boy Rivy.\" Heather praised him in a motherly way, \"Relax baby and go back to  \nsleep.\"  \nThe sound of gentle ocean waves was once again playing from her audio ports. Rivy  \nanswered back quietly as he was falling to sleep again, \"Thank you Heather.\"  \n\"You're welcome Rivy.\" She replied softly.  \n. . .  \nHe was pulled from his sleep again three hours later when his feet paws were released  \nfrom their bonds and his bottom was lifted up off the table. Under normal circumstances  \nhe would have an urgent need to relieve himself upon waking up and this was no  \ndifferent.  \n\"Wait! Wait! Wait\" He barked groggily, \"Hu...Heather! Wait a moment. Please.\"  \n\"It's time for your change baby.\" Heather answered, but halted her processes.  \n\"I...I know, but please let me pee before you do.\" Rivy begged, \"So...so I don't make a  \nmess while you are changing me.\"  \nHe hung there his legs over his head and bottom off the pad for about twenty seconds  \nwhile she processed the request.  \n\"Processing request.\" She said finally and she lowered his bottom and legs back onto  \nthe mat.  \nRivy had to piss like a race horse now. The formula was doing it's job but running  \nthrough him. He let loose into the diaper for what felt like a minute, probably more. He  \nlaid there enjoying the feeling of warmth growing around his haunches that sent tingles  \nup his sides and down his legs. He'd have lain there like that until he leaked probably.  \n\"Weight differential suggests that urination is complete.\" Heather interrupted his bliss. In  \na moment Rivy's legs were back over his chest and his bottom was off the pad again.  \nThe tail tap was snipped, the wolf was lowered enough to open the side tapes and then  \nraised back up. The soaked diaper was whisked away and disposed of as another  \nmechanical paw brought a cool, moistened wipe against his bottom. Heather was just  \nas efficient with clean up as she was with diapering and feeding and she left no spot  \nwithin his diaper area untouched or un-probed.  \nRivy could feel his bowels beginning to rumble as the medications performed their  \nmagic. But he knew that the mess it heralded was probably another sixty to ninety  \nminutes away. He let his body be as supple as a green twig as Heather moved him  \naround in order to secure a clean diaper around his tail. The smell of baby powder  \nreached his nose and then he was flat on the pad again, the diaper pulled up between  \nhis legs and fastened down tightly.  \nIf his estimate was correct, he was going to be stuck lying in his own feces for at least  \nfour hours. His ankles were secured again, and a Cu'biscuit was offered to him. Rivy  \nate it in four smaller bites this time around. As he ate he reminded himself that this was  \nnot about comfort. This fantasy was all about giving up control and being subject to the  \nwhim of another. In this case, the other was a machine, which made it all the more  \nexciting.  \n\"And boring.\" He admitted to himself as a new liter of chocolate formula was pressed  \nagainst his muzzle.  \n. . .  \nA sharp pain pierced his right side. Then again, and as Rivy struggled to pull himself out  \nof a deep sleep yet again, he felt the pressure building up in his abdomen.  \n\"Heather?\" He asked weakly, \"What is the time please?\"  \n\"01:53 Rivy.\" She answered his query.  \n\"Right on time.\" He thought to himself as he felt the movement beginning in his lower  \nintestines. He laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for the  \ninevitable. The wolf had set this in motion almost eight hours ago. \"Four hours until my  \nnext change.\" He thought and added with little enthusiasm, \"This is going to be fun.\"  \nMinutes passed by, and the sharp pains turned to a slow, dull throb in his abdomen, just  \nabove the tip of his sheath. His sphincter was holding back the tide, and that kept him  \nfrom relieving his bladder also. Riv knew that when the wall of potty training fell, he'd be  \nissuing liquid waste from both orifices down there.  \nMore minutes passed by and now Riv could feel the pressures mounting. It felt like he  \nneeded to fart and his mind told him that letting that fart out would relieve the pressure  \nand allow him to be comfortable again. But the wolf was more experienced than to  \nbelieve that. This was no fart his sphincter was holding back. It was a tidal wave of  \nsoftened feces that was destined to fill his diaper from front to back. A diaper he'd have  \nto lie in for four more hours.  \nIt wouldn't be long now Riv knew. He could feel his sphincter quivering now, flexing  \nunder the mounting pressure. All of a sudden, Heather came to life again. Riv moaned  \nand thought, \"Oh no. This is a bad time to have to suck down another bottle of formula.\"  \nBut instead, the robotic arms unfastened the restraints around his ankles. With a paw  \naround each ankle, she brought his legs back and held them like he was in birthing  \nstirrups.  \nThe change in position and the contraction of Riv's abdomen increased the pressure on  \nthe young wolf's pucker to a level it couldn't hope to hold back. Crap poured from his  \nanus, splashed against the tight confines of the absorbent padding and then spread  \ndown toward the root of his tail. A breath span later, a steady stream of pee ran down  \nhis sheath, watering down the poop even more.  \nWith the first wave involuntarily forced from his body, the next waves would now require  \nstrain and effort to expel. As Riv pushed to send another dose of shit into his diaper,  \nHeather maneuvered his 2:30 am bottle of formula into his muzzle. The wolf spit and  \nsputtered, not ready for his next feeding while he was busy feeding a hungry diaper; but  \nshe held it to his muzzle firmly and he gave in.  \nIt was an odd experience; taking in nourishment in one end, and expelling the waste  \nfrom the other at the same time. He likely hadn't even come close to ever doing that  \nsince he was a cub for real. By the time the laxatives had run their course, suckling on  \nthe nipple was a real comfort. Rivy was consciously upset when he finished the bottle  \nand Heather drew the nipple out of his reach.  \nThe effort had left him physically drained. Heather returned his ankles to their restraints  \nand by 3 am Riv had drifted back to sleep; indifferent of the cesspool he was lying in or  \nthe stench that was permeating the air around him.  \n. . .  \nThere was a crack of thunder and Riv was instantly awake. He jerked against his bonds  \nand tried to sit up but it was no avail. He looked toward the window, wide eyed, still in a  \nfrightened state. He could hear it was raining pretty hard outside and somewhere in the  \nback of his mind he remembered the weatherfur on the radio mentioning something  \nabout a chance of thunderstorms tonight.  \nHe laid his head back down and tried to relax again.  \n\"Patient's heart rate and respirations are elevated 04:13 hours.\" Heather reported  \nquietly, \"Relax Rivy.\"  \nOddly enough, her voice was relaxing to the young wolf in her care. Rivy's bladder was  \nsending signals again that it needed to be emptied and the wolf complied. Outside the  \nwinds were picking up and the rain continued to fall. Lightning flashed twice, lighting up  \nthe room like a strobe light. The crack of thunder fell and the light on the nightstand  \nflickered once, and then went out, plunging the room into darkness.  \nBehind him the internal fans on the HICU-P stopped turning.  \nRivy turned his head in alarm and looked at Heather, his caretaker, just in time to watch  \nthe green glow of the 'start' button fade to nothing.  \n\"No!\" Rivy cried out, understanding now that the only thing that could release him was  \ncrippled by a lack of power. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the room, the robotic  \nwonder of technology laid bare by mother nature's ill timing, and the young gray wolf  \nrestrained to the table.  \nThunder rolled passed his home and the rain continued to fall outside of the window; the  \nonly other noises aside from random, eerie creaks of the structure around him. \"Never  \nleave a bound submissive unattended.\" The words he had read on one particular  \nwebsite rang in his head. He was alone, locked inside of his house, bound to this table,  \nwallowing in his own filth, and he was uncertain what might happen when the power  \ncame back on.  \nOn that thought his mind wandered; reviewing all the possibilities. He never thought to  \nplug the HICU into a battery back-up, and of course actual hospital facilities would have  \nemergency generators and banks of batteries so as to avoid even a minute hiccup of  \npower loss. So what might happen?  \nRivy hoped that the software was written that Heather would regain power, synchronize  \nwith its internal clock and pick up right where they had left off. Then again it may go  \nback into a stand-by mode, or it may not even turn back on at all. There was no way to  \nbe sure and he hadn't seen a section in the user's manual that addressed this issue of  \npower failures.  \nThe grey wolf struggled and pulled against his bonds. He thought about crying out for  \nhelp, but he was too embarrassed to let someone find him like this. He pulled and tried  \nto twist his legs to see if he could slide them free. What he might do if he did free them  \nhe wasn't sure. All he did was smear the shit in his diaper further into his furry behind.  \nHe gave it one last try, this time trying to wrench the straps from their purchase points in  \nthe table. Try as he might, pull and push as hard as he could he was bound tighter than  \nhe thought to that table.  \nExhausted from the exertion, Rivy let the gentle rhythm of the rain lull him back into a  \nsleep full of worried dreams. He was stuck until the power came back on; and then he  \nwould find out what his fate will be.  \n. . .  \nDaylight illuminated the room when Rivy woke up to the initializing beeps and  \nmechanical whir of the cooling fans as power was again restored to the HICU-P. He  \nlooked over at the green start button on the front of the unit as it glowed gently again.  \nHe gazed intently at the bronzed aluminum box on top of the storage cabinet, waiting for  \nsomething...anything to happen.  \n\"Hello.\" Heather greeted the room, \"I'm Heather. Your Home Incontinence Care Unit is  \nactive and ready for service.\"  \nRivy breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said, \"Heather. Please resume patient care for  \nWolfe, Rivy G. Confirm.\"  \nThere was a momentary pause then Heather began, \"Davis, Rivy C. 19 years of age.  \nTreating for constipation and incontinence. Subject is to wear absorbent briefs and  \nchanged every 6 hours; fed .15 kilograms of solid food once every six hours, and liquid  \nsupplement one liter every 3 hours. Subject is to be restrained at all times except once  \nevery twenty four hours for supervised movement. Patient will be administered the  \nfollowing medications: 5 mg of stimulant laxative, once a day; 100 mg of stool softener,  \nonce a day. Patient vitals will be monitored and recorded per default settings and for  \nbowel movements so I may adjust patient position to assist with defecation. Treatment  \nto last 48 hours.\"  \nRivy listened as she read through his programmed treatment, glad that the information  \nhad not been lost. He couldn't wait until she had finished and then got around to  \nchanging him out of this messy diaper. It had long since become itchy and  \nuncomfortable and he would be glad for a little relief from having had to endure it. When  \nHeather had stopped talking and the room was silent for a good minute or two, Rivy  \nturned his head and looked at the robotic caretaker.  \nAfter another minute went by with no action by the HICU, Rivy finally barked impatiently,  \n\"Heather. I need a change. I've needed a change for over six hours now.\"  \n\"I am aware of your condition Rivy.\" Heather stated.  \n\"Well?\" Rivy asked after another long pause, \"What are you waiting for?\"  \nThe HICU-P paused, perhaps for the span of two breaths, before Heather answered in  \nher friendly tone, \"I am waiting for the medical attendant to press the green button and  \nactivate my program.\"\n\nhttp://d.facdn.net/art/padfootsquarepants/1248614245.padfootsquarepants\\_rivy.jpg  \nWritten for Rivy  \nSwift Fox (2009)\n\n  \n  \n\n"}