Chapter 8

    When Scott awoke, he was lying on his back and covered in a soft, baby blue, fleece blanket, still dressed in the t-shirt, and a now much more used diaper.  He raised his head up from his pillow and looked around.  He was laying in the den, except where previously there had only been beanbags and a large, cushy couch, there was now also a few dozen plushies of various sizes.  Scott sat up and gaped in wonder, the stuffed animals ranged from the size of a domestic house cat to almost larger than him.  Oversized feral teddy bears, small feral tigers, life-sized baby feral sea lions, the works.  “How had the rabbit gotten all this?” Scott wondered.  Throwing the blanket off of himself he got up and padded over to one of the stuffed animals.  It was a grey wolf, about half the size of an actual feral wolf, with its tongue stuck out in a goofy expression on its muzzle.  It sat, legs splayed out in all directions like a ragdoll.  Sitting down in front of the large plushie he picked it up, bringing its face close to his.  And to his incredible shock the stuffed animal craned its neck forward and licked his nose with its soft tongue.  Scott yelled in alarm and dropped the plushie, scrambling backwards.  

    The stuffie plopped down, and to his amazement began panting.  “It’s carbon-fiber based organic!”  A sweet voice rang from above.  Scott turned around to see the rabbit standing on the top step of the stairs, smiling down at him.  Scott looked back at the where the plushie lay, its mouth open and still panting.  “It can’t be” Scott’s thoughts whirled, “Did she find these somewhere and bring them here?  Did she get access to blueprints?” Scott’s eyes widened as a realization came to him, “Did she read the blueprints I had designed in my garage?”  Scott’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt a rush of air on the top of his bottom, turning around he saw that the rabbit was checking the state of his padding.  Shushing quietly under her breath, she placed a reassuring paw on his stomach and scratched softly, relaxing he allowed her to peek under the back strap of his diaper and run a finger underneath the front lining of his diaper.

    “A little wet, but I think your padding can survive a little bit more punishment.”  She lifted a finger to his nose and lightly tapped it, exclaiming as she did, ”Boop!”  Scott felt his face turning red as he smiled, the rabbit had somehow figured out the perfect language to speak to him with to make him feel incredibly infantile.  Standing up she leaned over and gently picked him up off of the ground, balancing his padded tush against her hip.  “How about we fix you something yummy to eat, hmm?”  Scott nodded and wrapped his arms around the rabbit, his mind, however, still wondered on how on earth she had figured out how to install the neural response mechanisms he had designed on paper into actual stuffed animals.  Did the other ones have the same treatment done to them as well? And how on earth was the stuffed wolf able to have no interior infrastructure to support it?  

    His thoughts once again were interrupted as the smell of pasta met his nostrils.  His ears perked up as he looked towards the stove, where he saw his favorite childhood meal was being prepared.  The rabbit had really outdone herself, she had breaded chicken, prepared homemade pasta, and even put together a homemade tomato sauce.  Scott saw all the ingredients strewn around the kitchen, still waiting to be put away.  His stomach gurgled as he realized that breakfast had only been a few pancakes and some cranberry juice.  The rabbit placed him once again into the high chair and strapped him snuggly in, locked in the feeding tray, and tied another oversized bib around his neck.  His mouth watered as she then began to pour out the water from the pasta and mix in the sauce.  A few minutes later, she was cutting up the chicken parmesan dish into little pieces, “Here comes the airplane!” the rabbit announced proudly, Scott opened his mouth obligingly and allowed the rabbit to spoon feed him pieces of noodles and chicken.  It tasted phenomenal, remarkably close to the same dish that his mother had prepared for him on special occasions.

    “Who’s my good little baby, you ate up all the yummy noodles!” the rabbit cooed at him as she gently wiped down his face from all the excess sauce that had gotten there, for the leopard had made zero effort to eat with the proper etiquette of an adult. He had instead adapted the messier traits of an infant being fed.  She turned around and placed another sippy cup fill with cranberry juice on his feeding chair.  He looked at it warily, then looked up at the rabbit, who understood his line of thought and laughed, which again washed over Scott with the power of crashing waves on a seashore.  “Don’t worry sweetie, this one doesn’t have anything in it that’ll make you feel uncomfortable, come on drink it for mommy little one.”  Scott hesitantly picked up the sippy cup and drank, while the rabbit put away all the dishes and ingredients from her cooking.  Within a few minutes he had sucked the sippy cup dry, and was feeling especially content.  With a full stomach, and the bitter sweet taste of cranberry juice on his tongue, the leopard was on cloud nine.  He felt a slight pressure on his bladder and decided to simply release, a soft hissing sound was heard in the room as he flooded his diapers, the warmth spreading through the entirety of his padding as the remaining absorbent material soaked up his accident.

    Scott moved his waist backwards and forwards, enjoying the restrictions and pressure that the straps holding him in the highchair provided as he was reminded by his thick, wet diaper of the infantile state he was in.  The rabbit finished cleaning up and walked over to the high chair, unlocking and unstrapping the leopard, praising him for finishing the sippy cup just like she asked.  Sliding a finger into the front lining of his diaper the leopard once again experienced a feeling of incredible vulnerability and dependence as the rabbit assessed the condition of his padding.  “Looks like somebody has soaked his pants” the rabbit mused to the both of them, as she began to carry up the stairs and into his bedroom.  

As she lay him down on the changing table and fastened the protective strap across his chest, Scott’s mind wandered over to what else might lay in the mysterious, brown wardrobe as he watched her rummaging around in it.  “Not only that” Scott continued to wander, “There’s been quite a few unexplained things that the rabbit has done, although all of them have been pleasant surprises.”  Scott decided that it was time he did a little bit more research on his loving caretaker.  As she finished diapering him up and changing him into a t-shirt, this time with a diapered wolf pup rest on a crescent moon, he reached up a paw and opened the panel on the rabbit’s back.  As it popped open, appearing as if out of nowhere from the seamless back, the rabbit froze, and then readjusted herself to the same position that she had been when Scott had first seen her out of the box.  Her paws cupped in front of her, a pleasant, motherly expression on her face.  Stalk still, yet incredibly lifelike.