{"sf1_id":689364,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Veemon's Hypnotherapy","author":"Notrix","words":4769,"posted_at":"2014-04-06T06:42:00.000Z","tags":["Age Regression","Babyfur","Bondage","Digimon","Fanfiction","Forced","Hypnosis","Male","NC","Veemon","age play","diaper","gag","regression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/689364-veemon-s-hypnotherapy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/689364","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=689364\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"After a series of mysterious disappearances, Veemon is coerced into seeing a therapist for help - but the visit doesn't quite go as expected.","content":"Veemon nervously trembled in his seat as he sat in the lonely waiting\nroom of the therapist's office. It was the poor thing's first time\nvisiting the place, and he didn't know what to expect. It was a place he\nnever thought he'd find himself, but his circumstances demanded it.\nIntrusive thoughts plagued his mind; fear and anxiety were giving way to\nparanoia, and Veemon was beginning to fear he was going completely\ncrazy. Worse, he was beginning to shy away from his friends and family\nbecause of it. He could no longer trust anyone, and it was destroying\nhis life! But although he knew he was thinking irrationally, he knew\nthere was logic behind his madness - and it was hard to calm himself.\nA series of kidnappings in Shibuya had him on edge, and he feared he\ncould be the next victim. Digimon were being abducted from their\ntamers, and returned completely different than how they were when they\nleft - and no one knew why it was happening. One day they were perfectly\nnormal, then they were gone - only to come back a week later with a new\nstrange mentality. It was like they were like infants again! When\nthey'd return to their tamers, they'd be crawling around, cooing and\ngiggling happily, sucking on pacifiers, wearing diapers, and just simply\nbeing infantile in all ways imaginable. They didn't have any memory of\nwhat happened, and no one knew how this was even possible! It seemed\nridiculous, but it was true.\n \nVeemon hardly paid any attention in the beginning - but after what\nhad happened to Patamon, he began to panic. It terrified him to know\nthat someone was doing such a scary thing, and he was growing so fearful\nthat it was quickly getting the best of him. His tamer was supposed to\nbe the courageous one of the group, but now... now the poor thing was\nbecoming so anxious that he was becoming paranoid, and his fear was\noverwhelming him so much that he could hardly function. He didn't think\nhe needed help... but a flyer in the mail had changed his mind.\nOf course he'd thought it was ridiculous, at first. Then it began to\nhit him; there were a group of humans trying to do research into the\nbrains of Digimon in the human world. They were apparently fully\nlicensed and trained, and with their knowledge of psychology; well,\nDigimon were made by humans, so methods used to help humans should work\nto help him, right? At first, he was reluctant to believe it was\nnecessary, but here he was - impatiently waiting in the lobby, hoping\nfor the best. Would it hurt to talk about it? To get a second opinion;\nto at least have someone he could tell his fears to without being\njudged?\n \n\"Veemon! The doctor will see you now!\" he heard.\nThe blue Digimon flinched lightly at the sudden disturbance in the\notherwise silent waiting room before quickly rising from his seat.\nReluctantly, he followed the friendly looking secretary past the front\ndesk and into the back offices. Veemon navigated through narrow hallways\nlined with locked doors, generic office wall art, and fake plants - but\nalthough it was all very confusing, the secretary led him straight\nthrough to the therapist's office. They both stopped at a door, and he\nnervously played with his fingers as the secretary quickly smirked in\nhis direction - as if a comfortable way of letting him know everything\nwas going to be okay.\nThe secretary knocked on the door, and a moment later, a tall, slim\nman opened the door. He knelt down and smiled at the Digimon, who was\nonly a couple feet tall. It was like a grown adult was greeting a child,\nand it somehow made Veemon feel smaller than he actually was.\n\"Hello there, Veemon! Come on in, and take a seat\" the man greeted.\n \nVeemon nodded and uttered out a bit of a 'thank you,' before walking\ndeeper into the office and sitting down on a large, comfy chair. The\nroom was well kept and comfortable; it had a warm tone about it, though\nsomething still seemed eerily off. The man seemed friendly and\nwelcoming, but Veemon was still nervous about everything. It would take a\nwhole lot more than a friendly greeting to earn his trust!\n\"Veemon, what brings you into my office today?\" the therapist asked as he sat down.\nVeemon nervously sat down in the chair and continued to toy with his\nhands as he began to think of a way to explain his emotions. He\ncertainly wasn't the emotional type, but in this situation, he was\nrequired to figure out a way to convert feelings and thoughts to speech.\nIt was difficult, and he found himself at a lost for words.\n\"Erm... I don't really know w-where to begin,\" Veemon nervously\nbegan, squirming awkwardly in his seat, malcontent with his mental\nstate.\n\"On the telephone you mentioned you were having problems coping with\nstress, and that you were having troubling thoughts. Let's start\nthere,\" the therapist suggested. He smiled warmly down at Veemon.\n \n\"Well, erm... I'm- um, it's kind of hard to talk about,\" Veemon\nsighed, rubbing the back of his head nervously. It was painful to be\nthis shy!\nHe felt so stupid and awkward, being put on the spot. He never truly\nconfessed to anyone why he was so scared - but of course he was sure\nthat even his tamer knew. Veemon knew the source of his stress and his\nanxiety, but it tore him up to admit that he thought he might be the\nnext victim - he was supposed to be courageous. Now... he wasn't so sure.\n\"Just relax and take your time\" the therapist instructed, leaning\nback in his chair. His right leg crossed his left as he gave Veemon\nanother warm smile, if a bit clinical.\nThe Digimon sighed and nodded his head understandingly, and took a\nmoment to collect himself before continuing on his embarrassing mental\ntrek.\n\"Well... have you heard of the kidnappings that've been happening\nrecently?\" Veemon asked, his head tilting a little to the left.\n\"I have, yes,\" the therapist confirmed, nodding his head and taking a\nnearby notepad from the desk. Veemon could see the therapist was\nalready jotting down notes even though they had hardly spoken, and he\nwondered just what the man was seeing that was noteworthy.\n \n\"I-I... I'm scared I might become the next victim\" Veemon admitted -\nhis face burning from embarrassment. Although he felt butterflies in\nhis chest, he knew he was doing the right thing by admitting his\nproblem.\n\"Veemon, that is nothing to be ashamed of - I want you to know that.\nBut let's figure out exactly what scares you about this\" the therapist\nsincerely stated.\n\"Well... I'm supposed to be courageous, I'm supposed to be strong,\nfight evil, that sort of thing! How could I do that if I become some...\nsome infant! I... I would be a letdown to everyone! And what would they\nthink of me?!\" his heart raced and he swallowed hard.\nSimply thinking about it was putting Veemon on the verge of an\nanxiety attack, but the therapist looked right through it and shook his\nhead.\n\"So you're concerned that... if this person were to somehow choose\nyou, you'd let down other people? You don't want to disappoint anyone\nbecause you feel responsible?\" the therapist asked, still writing notes\ndown.\n \n\"Well yeah, I mean... even my tamer is supposed to be courageous! How\ncould I let something like that happen to me? I'm the strong Digimon of\nthe group, I'm the one who everyone has to rely on! It's my job... my\nduty,\" Veemon justified.\nThe therapist nodded his head.\n\"Any other concerns? Surely this fear is deeper than just others'\ndependencies on you\" the man admitted, waving his hands in the air as if\nhe were talking with them.\n\"I don't know... I guess. I just... erm... it's just so scary that\nsomeone out there is... doing something so terrible and cruel, for no\nreason!\" Veemon explained. It felt good to get off his chest.\n\"Well, let's look at the reality of the situation as we know it.\nThis person that's out there... he's not necessarily doing anything\ncruel. These Digimon have no memory of what happened, and no sign of\nharm\" the therapist pointed out.\n\"B-But how do we know their memories aren't gone because of what\nhappened? A-A-And how can you say it's not cruel to be kidnapped, and\ncome back like how they are? Th-They're practically babies again! And\nthey... they have no memories of any of it! They can't remember\nanything. It's as if their whole lives have been erased\" Veemon\nelaborated.\n \n\"Hm... I don't see it that way, Veemon. They still remember their\ntamers quite well. The victims have shown plenty signs of self-awareness\nand, given the limitations of their mental state - have proven that\nthey still associate a lot of things with memories from before being\nkidnapped. What is peculiar is that many of them seem to be... actually\nquite content in their new mentality\" the therapist continued.\nVeemon slowly stopped playing with his fingers, and he looked up at\nthe therapist. Was he really justifying what was happening to the\nDigimon in Shibuya? Was this professional truly attempting to shine a\nsilver lining on such a terrible situation? It irritated Veemon a bit,\nand it flared his anxiety. But he did his best to maintain his composure\nand continue the session. He was a doctor, after all, and the optimism\nwas an interesting perspective to hear.\n\"How would they be happier like that? I-I-I had a friend who was\nkidnapped. They came back a week later and it was like they were a baby.\nThey needed to be fed and cared for all the time. They even needed to\nwear and use diapers! It seemed like every time their tamer tried taking\nthem out of it, they'd just start crying and demanding to be put back!\"\nVeemon argued.\n \n\"But your friend was as happy as could be before their tamer was\ntrying to force anything on them, right? I mean... surely, a child's\nperspective on the world is a brighter, happier, and less stressful\nplace. Entertainment comes easier... you'd get cared for, and you'd\nnever need to ever worry about responsibility or dealing with the real\nworld\" the therapist continued.\n\"I... don't... see it that way. I see it like someone is stealing\nthem and forcing something on them, and their tamers are losing a friend\nbecause they come back completely different\" Veemon argued.\n\"They're not different. The way they see the world, and the way the\nworld sees them - is the only thing that changes, Veemon,\" the therapist\ncoldly stated.\nA lump began to build in Veemon's throat. Something didn't feel\nright to him, and he couldn't ignore his paranoia any longer. As the\ntherapist looked towards him, a chill went down his spine. He no longer\nseemed friendly or trustworthy, and the therapist's stare began to make\nVeemon feel uncomfortable. Something definitely didn't seem right\nanymore... and Veemon had had enough.\n \n\"I'm going to go,\" Veemon said; but it was in vain. The therapist\nsuddenly stood up, his eyes flashing a deep, crimson color. Before\nVeemon could exit the office, two green, muscular Ogremon came stumbling\nin and blocked his way out.\n\"Where do you think you're goin', bub?\" the first one dumbly said. \nVeemon staggered back, tripping over his own two feet and onto the\nfloor. At once, before the Digimon could react - he was quickly lifted\nup and placed in the chair!\n\"Veemon, Veemon. Did you really think you were going to escape so\neasily?\" the therapist clucked his tongue, his mouth curling into a\ncynical smile. \nHe removed his coat and before Veemon could do anything more, he watched\nin horror as the therapist quickly began to shift form. Suddenly, he\nwas no longer the friendly therapist Veemon thought he knew, but was now\nthe vampiric Myotismon; a cruel fiend from the not-so-distant past. The\nmaster of darkness, one who sought to destroy the world, who would\noften take control of others using his dark spores, seeds which would\nseep into and sulk inside of a being until they were twisted to his\nwill. Suddenly all became clear; this wasn't a set of random\nkidnappings. \n \nIt was a plot to take over the world. Through regression. \n\"Damn...\" Veemon gasped under his breath.\nVeemon was helplessly held in place by the diabolical virus Digimon. He\nstruggled to get free - but they were much too large and too strong for\nhim to escape. He was trapped!\n\"Oh come now, Veemon. Did you really not expect this? Did you really not\nrealize that you were next? Oh, but you did; but instead of seeking you\nout and stealing you in the night like I did to your friends, I let you\nwalk right into my trap. Now hold still...\" Myotismon evilly instructed.\nVeemon watched in horror as Myotismon reached into his cloak and pulled\nout a small, strange object; it almost looked like a seed - like a\nspore, but it was somehow different. It had a pale, almost pastel blue\ntint to it. Before Veemon could even think about using his V-Headbutt to\ncounter the incoming spore, Myotismon brought the evil creation to\nVeemon's forehead. But no matter how much he struggled the spore sunk\ninto his head, and then into his brain...\n \n\"Ah!\" Veemon whined as he felt the spore sink deeply into his head.\nHis whole forehead burned horribly, and his whole skull instantly\nthrobbed like the worst migraine he had ever felt in his life. Veemon\nstruggled against his captors to stop the horrible attack, but they held\nhim still as the spore sunk deeper and deeper inside of him. Panicking,\nhe could only tremble and stare around as he was forced to take the\nspore inside.\n\"W-What are you doing!? S-Stop!\" Veemon argued.\nBut his captors only chuckled like the villains they were.\n\"Don't worry little Veemon. You won't remember any of this,\" Myotismon cackled.\n\"You won't get away with this!\" Veemon shouted! Of course, his warning fell on deaf ears.\n\"Quickly you insolent whelps; get a diaper on him before he makes a mess on my expensive furniture,\" Myotismon commanded.\n\"No!\" Veemon whined, struggling to the best of his abilities as he tried to yell as loud as he could.\n\"And would someone get something to keep him quiet? I can hardly hear myself think!\" the villain concluded.\n \nIn only a few moments, Veemon's shouts and screams were instantly\nmuffled. An overwhelmingly large pacifier was shoved deep into his mouth\nand held in place by a strap that was fastened tightly around his head.\nNext, with the larger of the two Ogremon holding him in place, he\nwatched in horror as the other approached him with a big, poofy diaper\nthat seemed just his size.\n\"Come here little guy!\" the Ogremon teased with a menacing chuckle, his eyes narrow and focused on his task.\nWithout thought of recourse, Veemon tried to V-Punch the incoming\nOgremon, but was still held down by the other. He tried to V-Headbutt,\nbut that wouldn't work, either. He had no ranged attacks; he was\ndefenseless! The Ogremon held Veemon's legs tightly, and lifted them up\njust enough to slide the diaper underneath his butt. Squirming and\nwriggling about, Veemon continued to fight and resist - and although the\nOgremon had diapered plenty of Digimon like this before, Veemon was\nproving difficult to subdue...\nAs he forced his body in all directions, Veemon managed to get one of\nhis arms free - and he quickly tossed a fist towards the Ogremon with\nthe diaper. The ruffian stumbled back as the fist slammed into him!\n \n\"Agh!\" the Ogremon shouted.\nBut his attack wasn't enough to win the battle. The other Ogremon had\nhim firmly in place, and the antagonist he attacked was quick to\nrecover.\n\"Grah! This little baby needs mittens if he's gonna keep throwing a tantrum!\" Veemon heard.\nSuddenly, the diapering was put on hold as the two Ogremon worked\ntogether to secure his fists with mittens. One after another, he felt\nhis hands quickly get trapped by thick mittens that became tied tightly\naround his wrists - rendering his hands useless. They reminded Veemon of\nsoft boxing gloves, and he knew that if he managed to throw another\nattack, it would be harmless. With no fine motor skills to take\nadvantage of, he now truly felt trapped.\n\"Go ahead, Veemon! Fight! Wear yourself out. It'll only make this part\nmuch easier...\" Myotismon exclaimed - dangling a pocket watch in the air.\nWithout any hesitation, an Ogremon picked up the diaper and resumed\nputting it on Veemon. The Digimon's muffled shouts and the exasperations\nof a scuffle provided background noise to the overwhelmingly loud sound\nof crinkling and tapes tearing as Veemon continued to get diapered. As\nthe two Ogremon worked together to wrap the diaper around Veemon,\nMyotismon simply watched with a sinister smile on his face - playing\nwith the pocket watch. Veemon tried so hard to slither from his chair,\nbut all he managed to do was tire himself out.\n \n\"Let me explain to you what is about to happen. I know you're the curious, simple type,\" Myotismon started.\nThe two Ogremon quickly pulled Veemon back onto the chair and held him\nfirmly in place. With his head held steadily to face Myotismon, all\nVeemon could do was huff and puff from behind his pacifier angrily. His\neyes glared defiantly at the cackling Myotismon. This wasn't the first\ntime that the two had met face to face; the last time he'd seen him he\nwas MaloMyotismon, and he was being shot back to the digital world by\nthe power of the worlds' digidestined; now he was back, working in the\nshadows, about to transform him.\n\"That spore that's in your brain is going to make you oh so suggestible,\" Myotismon began.\n\"And because you're so gullible, you're going to do exactly as I say -\nand you won't be able to resist. Even if you try to, you will not\nsucceed. That little spore is going to make me be able to hypnotize you\ndown, and when you're in a trance - I'll make you a little baby again! A\nbaby who very much loves his diapers, and very much hates being a big\nboy. When I send you back, you're not going to remember all of this. All\nyou will remember is how to be the very best baby Digimon a tamer could\never have\" Myotismon explained.\n \nVeemon shook his head, but the villain only chuckled.\n\"Look boss, he's drooling!\" one of the Ogremon teased.\nSpit was drooling out of the sides of his mouth and through the\npacifier's spitholes from Veemon's harsh muffle panting. Myotismon\nscoffed as if from disgust, and he shook his head.\n\"You're practically a baby already! You're wearing a big, poofy diaper,\nand you're sucking on a big pacifier in that drooly mouth of yours. And\nyou sure can't use your hands anymore. You'll need us to do everything\nfor you! See? This shouldn't be too hard,\" Myotismon teased. \nVeemon couldn't help but blush. As angry as he was, he couldn't help but\nfeel embarrassed by how small he was made to feel, as he was forced\ninto this treatment. The diaper was so poofy; it made him feel as though\nhe was sitting up an inch from the chair! It was itchy, hot, and\nuncomfortable to him. Worse, the pacifier tasted like rubber and was\nawkward to fit in his mouth. He couldn't spit it out and the nipple made\nit impossible to properly close his mouth.\n \n\"Now look closely and pay attention. This'll all be over soon\" Myotismon began.\nThe two Ogremon held his head still, and the villain began waving the\npocketwatch in place. Veemon was forced to watch, and with his captor\nspeaking loud and clear - he couldn't help but hear the instructions.\nMyotismon began to speak to Veemon slowly and clearly, careful to hold\nthe swinging pocket watch in front of Veemon. The Digimon instinctively\nfollowed it with his eyes. Worse, even if Veemon closed his eyes, the\nsound of Myotismon's voice echoed loudly in his skull. He could feel the\nspore in his mind listening closely.\n\"You are a diaper-boy Digimon. You love your diapers, you want your\ndiapers, you need your diapers. You want their thickness... you want their\ncrinkles. All you can think about is how much you want and need your\nthick, crinkly diapers; nothing else will do!\" Myotismon gleemed into\nVeemon's eyes slowly open and watched as they began to haze.\nIt was almost instantaneous. The spore in his head began to throb as it\nheard Myotismon's voice, and it made it nearly impossible to ignore his\ninstructions. It was as if the villain was speaking not to Veemon, but\nto the Digimon's very subconscious. Veemon soon found himself unable to\nresist following the pocket watch and being dragged further and further\ndown. A sinking feeling came over Veemon - a step further down with each\nswing of the watch, and with each step down, his captor's voice became\nlouder and clearer.\n \n\"That's it, relax... listen to the words that I speak. Tell me, Veemon, what are you?\"\n\"A... Digimon...\" Veemon started. Myotismon looked intently into his eyes\nfor a moment before something, somewhere in his head clicked. \"I'm a...\ndiaper... boy Digimon?\"\n\"That's right, my little play-thing, you're a diaper-boy Digimon. What\ndo you like?\" Myotismon used his hand to graze Veemon's diaper area.\nA warm blanket sensation came over him. No other sound in the room could\nbe heard in the room now. Was it always this quiet in the room, or\ncould he only hear the voice now? In fact, it seemed as if he couldn't\neven hear himself think anymore; Myotismon's voice was so strong and\npowerful that it began to replace the voice in his own head. He was\ndeeply subdued now, and Myotismon had complete control.\n\"I like... thick diapers...\" Veemon responded dumbly. Veemon began to\ngrapple with the diaper beneath him, squirming a bit as he made it\ncrinkle, cooing a little contently. Yes, this was what he wanted, what\nhe needed. Why was it such a big deal before?\n \n\"That's right, little Veemon. You're so little... think back to the\nPrimary Village, to when you'd just hatched from your Digiegg. Remember\nhow little you were, how you had no cares or worries, how all you had to\ndo was wear your nice, crinkly diapers... suck on your pacifier,\"\nMyotismon added in. \nVeemon began to remember... or perhaps it was just the suggestions that\nMyotismon was planting in him. The spore was doing its job, allowing the\nhypnosis to work its wonders on him in a profound manner. \"You would\nsuckle so softly... so gently... it felt so nice, didn't it? Yes, it did,\"\nMyotismon concluded. \nVeemon seemed to come to the very same conclusion. He suddenly\nremembered the soft feelings of the pacifier teat on his tongue, the\ngentle caress of the hard-plastic pacifier on his lips; he remembered\nexactly how it soothed him. Suddenly, the pacifier in his mouth didn't\nseem so bad... not bad at all, actually. The rubbery taste wasn't so bad\nonce he got used to it; and, come to think of it, it actually fit his\nmouth fairly well.\n \n\"And how about this diaper between your legs, hm? How do we feel about this big poofy diaper you're wearing?\" Veemon heard.\nHe felt so absent minded, and it seemed now the only word that\ninterested him was the word \"diaper\". He instinctively looked down and\nwriggled around in the warm, soft, comfortable interior of the thick\npadding that supported him. He suddenly felt a giggle escape from him,\nand the crinkling seemed so satisfying. He felt so excited now, to be in\nthe comfort of that diaper - and he could only think to bounce up and\ndown for Myotismon to express his enthusiasm.\nMyotismon grinned. Before him sat an infantile, regressed Veemon,\nsuckling happily on his pacifier and squirming contently in his thick,\ncrinkly diaper. His hands and feet were mittened, they may as well of\nbeen nubs. It wasn't like he could use his fingers very well anymore,\nanyway. Of course, this was what he was wanting; exactly what he needed.\nHe needed Veemon out of the way; and now he was! \nHe was regressed and useless to anyone now, his will was broken. He\nwould do whatever Myotismon wanted; but Myotismon wanted him to do\nnothing more than to be a good diapered Digimon, to suckle through the\ndays and nights and crinkle as he toddled along. He smirked as the\nhappily oblivious Veemon idly fidgeted in his seat like the overgrown\ntoddler he now was.\n \n\"Well, it seems that my work here is done, little Veemon. You're nothing\nmore than a mere infant; I already know who'll be next. But of course\nyou don't much care, do you?\" he waited for a response, but Veemon was\nlost in his own little world of diapers and pacifiers. \n\"Of course not. Now, a quick test...\" Myotismon undid the strap of\nVeemon's paci gag and quickly plucked the pacifier out of his mouth.\nAlmost instantaneously, Veemon began to whine... then whimper... then sob,\nthrowing a fit!\n\"NO! I WANT MY PACI! MINE!\" he cried aloud. Myotismon obliged, shoving the pacifier back into Veemon's mouth.\nSurely, Myotismon wasn't evil enough to steal the soothing comfort from the helpless baby Veemon in front of him!\n\"Of course, little Digimon, of course. One last test, then...\" Myotismon\nthen untaped Veemon's diaper and ripped it off of him. Just as with the\npacifier, Veemon began to whine, whimper and cry about the sudden loss\nof plush beneath him! Myotismon cackled, but decided to give into\nVeemon's uncontrollable, insatiable urge for padding when he actually\nstarted crying. \n \nThis time, he himself repowdered and retaped a fresh, thick diaper onto\nthe blue vaccine Digimon's waist, concluding his tests. As the light\noutside of the office dimmed, he knew that night was falling, and when\nthe darkness moved, so would he; and he would return the infant Veemon\nback to his home to become his tamer's responsibility.\n\"Take him into the room with the others\" Myotismon commanded.\nWithout a second's hesitation, the two Ogremon scooped up the overgrown\nbaby Veemon and began to carry him out of the room.. Of course, the\noblivious Digimon simply stared about in amazement at his surroundings;\nnow all so mysterious to him. Where was he, and where was he going?\nEverything seemed so new and exciting, yet so strangely familiar - and\nit was this familiarity that made the world around him so intriguing.\nAs the two Ogremon led him into a room, his eyes widened as he saw so\nmany other Digimon just like him! A whole room filled with babyish\nDigimon - crawling around happily in their diapers, playing with\nfriends, drinking from baby bottles and sippy cups, and taking naps in\ntheir cribs! It was a whole playroom just for him and friends - some of\nwhich he recognized from a time he could not currently remember. For the\nfirst time in an extremely long time, Veemon felt safe and secure here.\nThe fear that got him here was now long gone!\n \nOf course, there were ways to break Myotismon's trance, but it would\ntake time. Veemon's mind was not lost to the regression, but he simply\nwas left in a different way of thinking. What was there to be afraid of,\nanymore? The world was so new and exciting to him. Happiness and\nlaughter would come easier now. He felt no anxiety or fear any longer,\nand his ignorance filled him with bliss. Deep down inside, he knew he\nwould be soon returning to his tamer as a new and improved Veemon - a\nVeemon that could be happy, and carefree like Davis would want. Veemon\ncouldn't wait to be the good diaper-boy Digimon he was told to be, and\nhe knew it was only a matter of time until he was home again. "}