A Change of Pace
#2 of Cat and Mouse
Suddenly decided to make Vickie my bitch. Bee doesn't play around.
Canonically this story takes place 1-2 years after B & V's relationship has bloomed. (AKA Ch. 1, "An Outing")
*HIC*
How did she manage to get herself into this situation? She'd been made to stand in the living room, her legs forced apart by three separate layers of obnoxiously bulky adult baby diapers. A diaper stuffer had even been slipped carefully into the innermost layer to add more unnecessary thickness. Whoever diapered the feline must have wanted her to struggle with her own padding. Vickie's waist was swaddled so well that she couldn't make any movement without a chorus of rustling plastic sounding around her. The noise made her uncomfortable, her heart racing beneath orange fur and the pink tiger-stripe footie pajamas her captor had ordered specifically for her. This new bodysuit hugged snugly to her form from her shoulders down to her feet. It swelled embarrassingly at the waist, her diapered status clear to absolutely anyone in ear or eyeshot. A pacifier had been commissioned from a specialty dealer and Vickie was astounded when she found out that she couldn't simply chew through it. Her teeth, sharp as daggers, had been taken into clever consideration. A solid rubber bulb made sure her mouth cavity was stuffed full, keeping her silent while also forcing her teeth apart. The fact that it made her drool uncontrollably was just a bonus. With her mouth rendered useless, her only weapons were her paws. Thanks to her pajamas, she couldn't use those either. Custom-made mittens and booties had been sewn to the wrists and ankles of Vickie's new outfit. Made to look like cartoon kitten paws, their secret was more of the same rubber Vickie now slobbered around. It was good enough for her mouth and it was doing a wonderful job of keeping her paws subdued completely. As powerful as she was, Vickie had effectively been reduced to nothing. Well, not nothing, but certainly not Mommy.
Bee was Mommy now.
"Turn around," the hamster commanded from far below Vickie's eye level. Bee had kept her work clothes on today. It was a wonder that the rodent could find pantsuits in her size, but Bee managed. Usually Bee would be in an outfit similar to Vickie's by now, but here Bee stood in all black with sharp rectangle-frame glasses pointed expectantly up to the overgrown kitten. With her girlfriend in an outfit like that, Vickie couldn't help feeling intimidated. "I told you to turn around, Vickie. The next bottle will be castor oil if you don't move it." The orange feline flinched at the suggestion and complied within seconds.
One leg lifted and she struggled to gracefully turn it, her jammied limb swinging awkwardly in the air and then planting once more. If her diaper was any more thick, Vickie would be doing the splits. The padded thing around her ass was hard enough to maneuver in on its own, but the alcohol in her system sure wasn't helping. Vickie's first bottle had consisted of rum and Coke, the ratio leaning heavily toward the former. It was the one liberty Mommy had allowed her new kitten before their fun began. Vickie had meant to take the edge off, but had baby proofed herself in the process. Combined with her mollifying outfit, the tiger was an uncoordinated toddler at best. Now she was showing off her toddle and Bee savored every unflattering step.
The tigress rocked back and forth between one foot and the other. It took her multiple seconds just to rotate so that her bulbous diaperseat now faced Bee. A hamster paw came up to dig into the cushy padding. "You're going to fill this in the next half hour or you're going to be filling them for the next week. If you don't come whining to me about poopy diapers by ten, you're wearing the next one to class tomorrow. In a skirt. Now flag your tail and show Mommy your diaper, Kitten." Vickie's tail quivered as it raised, Bee taking it by the base and hiking it up roughly enough to make Vickie jump. She leaned forward slightly and looked back, worry crossing her face. She was being checked like a toddler, but the worst part was that she couldn't even feel it. A hamster paw had been groping her ass for who knew how long, but she was so heavily diapered that she hadn't known until now. "Keep the tail up. The rest of you is going on the floor. You're not old enough to stand anymore."
Vickie felt a rodent-strength shove to the small of her back. It took her a moment to figure out what Bee meant, but she toppled down onto her hands and knees when she connected the dots. Vickie wasn't allowed to stand anymore and she made a note of it. Maybe the rum was making her paranoid, but the tiger had no intention of testing just how serious her little girlfriend was. She remained in the position she'd been put in until Bee told her to change it. Tail stayed spiked right into the air in pure submission, ass supplied to her owner for proper inspection. Vickie was Bee's bitch for the night.
Matronly hamster moved forward around the presenting feline to place her hand between Vickie's ears. Bee towered over Vickie in this position and it made the orange feline glow pink with embarrassment. Vickie's eyes turned to the ground, but Bee took her by the chin to fix that. "If you let me down, you're going to regret it. But," Bee stroked down the side of her pet's face, "Good kittens are rewarded. Keep that in mind, Victoria."
The name left a bad taste in Vic's mouth and she responded with an annoyed, throaty gurgle behind her infant gag. A simple pinch to the ear was enough to remind her of her current place. The only person who called her Victoria was her mother, but given her situation, the usage actually made sense.
"I'm off, Sweetheart!" Bee leaned downward to press a gentle smooch to her pet cat's nose. Vic shot back a confused look amidst submissive nuzzling to the hamster's stomach. As much as Bee enjoyed the affection, she parted from the feline to prepare for her absence. Victoria watched curiously as the little hamster walked over to their coffee table where she fiddled with the remote. TV came to life, flicking through multiple channels until Bee found one suitable for her charge. Harmless baby programming designed specifically to catch the eye of a dumb newborn. Nothing that could somehow be construed as educational. It ranged from the absolutely mundane to absurdity. It was Vickie's babysitter.
In front of the TV was a spread set up for Bee, but it would serve Victoria just the same. An old-fashioned playpen, a square of wooden bars surrounding a colorful foam play mat. It sat in front of the TV and contained many plushies and an assortment of other harmless toys fit for the average infant. Bee went directly to the gate and opened it, pointing to the tiger and then into the playpen. Boring as she knew it would be, Victoria was in no position to decline. Even crawling was difficult at this point and yet again, the tiger began by struggling with lifting her leg. It made an awkward pivot and she planted it into the ground, shifting the other one forward a bit ahead of the last one. Her diaper made things incredibly difficult and an awful sway was added to her crawl. One hand and foot at a time, Vickie crawled her infantile ass closer and closer to the pen. A full, drunken minute later, she turned herself around inside the pen as her caretaker locked the gate shut behind her.
"I trust you'll stay out of trouble while I'm gone, Darling. Watch your baby cartoons and play with your toys. Don't forget our deal though. If those diapers aren't full by the time I'm back, then you'll spend the next month practicing to make up for it!" Bee moved over to the special sound system in the corner of the room. She poked buttons here and there, finally cranking a dial until a faint white noise picked up in the background. Soon enough, a song akin to a baby mobile began to play throughout the room. Sadistic smile unfolded across the cheeky rodent's face and she squatted down to Vickie's eye level now, raising a paw to wave bye-bye through the bars of the tiger's cage.
"I should be back soon enough. Just need to buy some lube for later tonight. Toodles, Kitten!" And just like that, Bee was gone.
Last week, she'd let the tiniest of subconscious hints slip. Vickie had been overworked lately! She felt exhausted, and while infantilism was her fetish, it did get tiring at times. "You try coming home to change your girlfriend's dirty diapers and then we'll talk." Vickie hadn't meant anything by it. She didn't consider herself a bottom, but she'd wondered what it was like before. Now she was up to her neck in babydom and her girlfriend intended to do exactly what Vickie told her to. Two hours ago, she arrived from work to find Bee waiting at the door for her. A small box, a bottle, and quite the attitude. She'd thought it a joke at first. She even laughed at Bee's advances, but Bee didn't let off. In fact, Bee pressed Vickie until she caved. As strong a woman as Vickie was, she couldn't say no to her girlfriend. In truth, she wasn't sure if she wanted to.
Now she sat, tail lifted into the air and an uncontrollable purring oozing out from within her chest. She'd lost total track of time. The program she'd been watching on TV had become so strange and random that it was almost hypnotizing. Many female hands were playing with finger paint, swirling it on a white board and mixing it together with glitter. Next, a program of the animal wheel, footage of a toy where a lever is pulled and a spinning arrow points to a random animal. Vickie had become so bored that she was entranced. She mimicked the TV, making a dull mooing into her wiggling pacifier as the arrow selected the cow. One hand idly bounced a teddy bear, the other struggling to feel any sort of pressure through the crotch of her diaper. It was so thick that even with all of her strength, she couldn't find any pleasure in grinding into her own paw.
The music serenading little Vickie was a nasty number that Vickie often used as a kinky punishment. The more one listened to it, the more worked up they became. She'd often play it to Bee for fifteen minutes during time-out. It was effective enough that time-out was more akin to foreplay than an actual bad time. More often than not, Bee was a bad girl simply because she wanted to screw. She'd fuss at her Mommy Tiger, settle happily into time-out, and they would make up by doing it right there in the corner.But this wasn't time-out. Bee was gone and fifteen minutes had passed by twice now. The simple, cheery mobile song was getting to Vickie in the worst way possible.
Her dick throbbed painfully. Bee had set the track on loop and it had just restarted for the 23rd time. Vickie had been counting, every replay only making her lust worse. Even if she could find some pleasure in masturbating with her mittened paw, which she couldn't, she wouldn't allow herself to do it. In the back of her head, she knew Bee would kill her for doing it without permission. If Bee came home and the tiger had spurted into her diapers, then Tiger likely wouldn't be getting out of the cage anytime soon, or diapers for that matter. Vickie knew a test when she saw one, and she wasn't going to flunk so easily.
Not that flunking was easy. Was this the 50th or the 60th play of her song? The soft jingling of the lullaby continued to drone on in the background as Vickie unhappily ground her crotch into her mittens. What little stimulation it offered was not enough. She had thoroughly soaked the front of her diapers with precum. Aching, swollen tiger stiffy was held uncomfortably tight within layer after layer of thick baby padding. She wanted to cum, she desperately needed release, but she had to wait for Mommy's permission. She had to pass this test, lest she upset her mother. Hips jerked and gyrated as the feline continued to stop and start her humping. She resisted the best she could, eyes glued to the TV. Familiar shapes bounced across a white background with fitting sounds, silhouettes of birds chirping and cars beeping to the only baby in the room. How long had Mommy been gone? An hour? Ten hours?! The poor tiger was losing her mind-- .. feline ears twitched.
*Click, swish.. thud.*
The door shut behind Bee as she finally returned home with toys in tow. A small sack of goods hung off her shoulder. Lube, oatmeal, and baby wipes among other trivial things. She'd gone to have a slice of pie at the local diner and she'd bided her time specifically to let Vickie's own music turn against her. Vickie herself had never let Bee experience more than 30 minutes of the track without immediately fucking the daylights out of the horny little hamster. Bee was installing dependency though. Only Bee could help Vickie get off now and two hours of the song had made that perfectly clear.
The first thing to go was the TV. Bee snagged the remote from where she'd left it and off went Vickie's baby shows. Next, Bee went back to the kitchen without so much as a glance at her desperate pet. A mixing bowl would be found, large enough for an entire box worth of individual serving oatmeal packs. While Bee worked on making dinner, she listened in to the faint noises of feline whimpering and the same boring mobile restarting endlessly after every two minutes. The microwave buzzed to life, warming the incredible serving of oatmeal within. With that ready, Bee finally made her way back to her waiting pet.
. . .
At first, Bee taps a single button on the stereo. Everything becomes silent except for the constant rustling of a very clearly agitated pussy cat. The grumpy tomboy was a mess. Her pacifier had fallen out of the playpen and her mouth, chin, and cheeks were wet with drool. Her lower lip quivered sadly and a permanent state of red had fixed itself into her cheeks. Face was pressed between the bars and she mewled up to the hamster, eyes wide and wet with tears. Tail now swung back and forth, ass raised up even higher than when Bee had made Vickie present. The tiger looked pathetic and a wide smile slowly formed on Mommy's lips.
"Hi Baby. Mommy's here. _Shh, shh.. it's okay. _Time to come out and play, Kitten!"
The gate of the playpen easily unlocked and Bee swung it out of Vickie's way. Tiger pushed her way out immediately, basking in the freedom and rubbing up against Bee like any normal house cat. She reeked of sex, baby powder, and spiced rum. Bee was certain that Vickie hadn't came yet. If she had, she wouldn't have been so happy to see her Mommy! A shamefully obvious bulge strained against the front of the tiger's pajamas and Bee would push her foot up against it, that heavenly plastic chorus joined by a mixture of sharp moaning and surprised kitten mewls.
"That's funny. I thought I told you to fill your diapers, but I don't smell a thing."
Vickie's eyes opened wide and everything stopped. Panic. Absolute terror. Her breathing turned rapid after a split second of processing what had happened. She'd forgotten entirely about their deal. She didn't remember the details, but she'd promised to fill her diapers by the time Mommy had gotten back. Vickie had spent so much time worrying about getting off that she'd forgotten to do the one thing she'd been asked to do. Waves of shame washed over her. Only one solution came to mind.
Vickie growled. Her cheeks grew hot with blood and effort. Tail remained hiked and she pushed her hardest, desperate to show her Mommy that she was a good girl. If she didn't do this, then she knew she wouldn't be allowed any other relief. With the strength of a tiger backed into a corner, Vickie began to fill her diaper. Her footing wasn't good though. The position was bad for going potty and she began to shift her hind legs up slowly. Constant, struggling groans left the girl's empty mouth as her back paws finally pushed against the carpet. The tiger had moved into the classic toddler squat. Fully hunched over, diapered ass stuck out behind her, tail raised high, and face a mess of drool and frustration. She was not having an accident, she was not some toddler who just couldn't hold it. Vickie was a baby.
She had been an adult only hours ago, but now she had chosen to fill her pants because her Mommy had told her to. She was actively messing her diaper full because she had been told that it meant she was a good girl, and she was a good girl! Mommy had already set up the reward, but Vickie had work to finish first. Unfortunately for Vickie, it would take awhile. She may have seemed little, but she was still pushing something adult into those crackling baby diapers.
The bulge formed slowly at first. It pushed outward and then receded back again as the tightness of four layers plus jammies weighed back on it. Vickie's rump wiggled and she spread her legs out more, pushing harder again and slowly making more progress as the mess gave in. Bit by bit, she forced more into the tight baby garments, only to have it suddenly stop coming out altogether. Mommy had taped her into so many snug diapers that there was barely any room for anything else! Little Tiger was not done though. Almost instinctively, Vickie stopped holding herself up. Her entire weight beared down upon the mess already in her diaper with a myriad of crackles and messy smushing. The baby rocked around on her mushy bottom, squelching muck all throughout her padding until she'd made more room to fill again. Leaning forward on her butt, legs spread out on the floor and mittened paws placed between them, Vickie began grunting again. Multi-layered padding billowed out as fresh, clay-like mush packed the back of her padding. Yet again, she began to shift around to try and smush it into what little room there was. With kitten muck creeping up between her legs and up the back of her padding, she tried one last time to finish messing. And one last time, a heavy bulge distended the seat of her pajamas. Kitten was done and she sighed. She breathed heavily, stunned and drained of energy. Eyes were nearly closed, head swayed in the air, and tail now twitched on the floor beside her.
"That's what I thought."
Discombobulated girl was running on empty. It took help from Mommy just to get back on her hands and knees. Even then, she could barely maintain it. She found her jammies being casually unzipped and glorious, squelchy warmth quite suddenly began to pour down into the front of her diaper. Mommy had retrieved the oatmeal and now it oozed around Vickie's dick. She'd poured every last bit into the front of Vickie's padding, which was now warm and mushy like the back of her baby pants. A low, pleasant rumble echoed out of Vickie's chest as her jammies were zipped back up. Bee had even been kind enough to fish the tremendous teddy bear from the nursery. Laid out on its stomach, it made the perfect humping partner for the poopy kitten. With assistance, Vickie would finally be hefted into place, diapered crotch against a plushie bear's backside.
"Almost, Sweetheart. One last thing!"
She'd bought lube for a reason and during Vickie's pants-filling escapade, Bee had made sure to select the perfect toy to lube up just for Vickie. Knotted, vibrating, and thick. The feline was already presenting in her position on her plushie. All Mommy needed to do was line up the toy at the tailhole of her diaper and push. Through one, through two, through three diapers. Bee rammed hard on the toy, weak feline swooning and wagging her ass back into the length piercing it. After a few sloppy, inaccurate jabs, one final shove was enough to drive the rubber dick into place. The tiger squeaked unnaturally, tail flopping from left to right as she grew intimately aware of the toy mating her ass. Bee casually flicked the switch. It was slow at first, the motor warming up as it began to send quaking vibrations through the feline's sensitive flesh. As the dense material began to buzz and vibrate, Vickie too roused to life, the cooling heat in her loins surging violently again.
And yet still, Vickie waits. Mommy paced 'round to the front of the kitten, humming that familiar lullaby that had bored its way into Vickie's brain only minutes ago. Bee took hold of her belt, undoing the clasp and setting it down beside her. Business attire tumbled down and away, Bee shuffling out of her formal outfit until naught but somewhat buttoned blouse and.. drenched diaper remained. Bee smiled down to her ever-patient cub, eyes closing as she leaned forward and pressed Vickie's snout into the squishy plastic of her own soaked padding.
It was too much for Vickie. The toy had crammed itself right against her prostate, sending constant pulses of pleasure throughout her body. Her toes flexed within her booties, goosebumps forming all over her fuzzy self. She buried her nose into Mommy's crotch, huffing the scent and shuddering. A liter of hot, gooey oatmeal had been poured and sandwiched between her waist and her tight diapers and even the slightest movement caused a tidal wave of warm, smushy goodness to slosh all over her needy dick. She rammed her crotch against the bear below her, mewling like a true blue kitten. Not even a minute had passed before Kitten came to an explosive finish. She'd been waiting all night, months even, to experience bottoming for herself, but she never imagined it would be like this. Vickie gave a final thrust down into her swampy padding, a shocked whimper escaping her throat as her ass clenched. Toy happened to angle just perfectly and as Vickie smothered her own face with the hamster's sodden Huggies, Vickie's prostate is practically ground into dust.
Kitten popped. Majestic tigress collapsed onto her teddy bear, choking as her diaper struggled to find somewhere to put her spooge. Her hips jerked and she melted in her jammies, mind shattered by the most anticipated orgasm she'd ever had. Bee stroked the spent feline, petting between her ears and hushing her until she'd finally calmed.
Vickie was off. Her brain didn't work anymore. She needed rest. Thankfully, Mommy had been kind enough to put her in jammies. Mommy had even prepared by triple diapering her. She'd be safe through the night. No need to worry about potty breaks or even leaks. She had her bear, she had her pen, and she was warm all over, especially so in her diaper. Mommy even went to find a baby blanket for her. She was helped into her playpen and laid out on her play mat for rest. After being kissed on the forehead and nuzzled affectionately, Mommy said goodnight, but the kitten had already nodded off to sleep.
Bee looked at her work. She'd always wanted to try being on top, but tigers were not little rodents. They needed strict mommies who could control their feisty personalities. Thankfully Bee was a pretty good actor. All it had taken was a bit of effort to reduce her beautiful girlfriend into a stinky, adorable mess. Vickie now laid before her in the playpen, gnawing on her own thumb and purring in her sleep. She smelled of stinky baby and she even looked the part. A gentle pat was given to Vickie's rear before Bee stepped out of the playpen. She was proud of her work. There would be more fun later, but they were done for now.
With that, Mommy put the kitten back in her cage.