# day 37

Author: chevs
Tags: Bondage, Diapers, M/solo, Machine, Scat, Watersports

_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** _

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"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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Written for Rivy  
Swift Fox (2009)

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