Chapter 2

Scott grinned to himself, his tail twitched in excited anticipation.  He decided that he would start slow, after all, he first had to figure what how things felt as well as his tolerance before he would see if any of his other inventions could become potentially useful in making his weekend just that more relaxing.  He took out a package of diapers labeled "playtime diapers" he ripped the packaging open and inhaled the smell of baby powder, slipping a paw inside the package he extracted a diaper and opened it up.  Sliding his paw pads through the soft, absorbent interior of the diaper, he took a moment to admire the craftsmanship. He imagined in his head how comfortable and secure his jewels and behind will feel when he'll allow himself to put it on.  He thought about how his movement will be mildly apprehended and how the diaper will constantly remind him of its presence as it pressed up against him with every small and subtle movement he made. Scott had read many a story about this exact feeling on the internet, he had seen many pictures and videos of others just like him indulging in their secret pleasures.  The only thing different now was that Scott now had an opportunity to actual experience it himself.

Scott turned and walked up the stairs, taking two at a time, and opened the door to his bedroom.   Diaper still in paw, he closed the door behind him, grabbed a towel from his bathroom he placed it on his bed to make a makeshift changing table.  He quickly stripped from his work clothes, hanging his shirt and tie on a clothes hanger and throwing his pants and buckle on a chair. Finally, he took off his underwear, and stood completely naked in the middle of the room.  He looked over into a mirror, admiring his feline body. Although a little on the scrawny side, Scott was pretty happy with the way he looked. Not crazily attractive, but attractive enough to get the occasional appraising look from the men and women at his workplace.  He brought his mind back to the task at paw, he let his soft bottom drop onto the towel, and rolled onto his back. His excitement could hardly be contained, and anybody looking into the room would have seen it as so as Scott unfolded the diaper, and expertly lifted his bottom up and slid the backseat of the diaper underneath himself.  Then he deftly pulled the diaper over himself, pushing down on his crotch to get a comfortable fit and then taping himself up snug on both sides.

Scott grinned and groped the front of his diaper, relishing the feeling between his legs.  The soft, tender touch of the absorbent, almost thirsty lining of his diaper made him feel incredibly comfortable.  The tension caused by work and adult responsibility in his brain slowly eased and melted away as he knew, that he could relax his body completely and not worry about a single thing, not even having to get up and use the bathroom.  Why would he have to? His bathroom was right where he was, he didn't have to go anywhere or do anything. Scott pushed himself off the bed and drew himself up, looking at himself in the mirror and testing the flexibility of his padding and admiring how the diaper wrapped itself around his midsection, giving perfect security to any accidents the leopard might have now that he was in a more infantile mind-set.   Grabbing the front of the diaper again the cat groaned in pleasure, he turned around and admired his now much cushier, pattern backside. He gave it a slap, and giggled in pleasure as the slap made a plastic, crinkly noise against his paw.

The cat exited his bedroom, shutting the door as the sun moved down the horizon amidst frozen clouds in the sky.  As he descended he listened with glee to the swish and crinkle of his new under garments. They're much more suitable for me, he thought to himself, a baby like needs his diapers just in case he might have an accident!  As he spoiled himself with babyish thoughts, he glanced at the boxes still in the living room. “I think I'll take it slow,” he said aloud to himself, "One thing at a time."  He padded over to his kitchen, his tail floating smoothly in the air as light as a feather as it protruded from his well padded behind. He walked over to a cabinet, making sure to push his cushioned crotch against the bottom drawers as a reminder to his current state and opened up a cabinet door.  Behind several bottles of cooking wine he had stashed some pharmaceutical grade diuretics.

"Hydrochlorothiazide is a chemical substance that causes your body to increase production of urine in order to rid itself of excess dihydrogen monoxide and various salts," Scott mused aloud, "Or in cases like me make sure that little babies make proper use of their special underpants.”  Putting the jar of diuretic pills and a jug of milk on the kitchen counter, Scott padded back over to the living room to fetch one of the oversized baby bottles and nipples in the big brown boxes. Returning to the kitchen, he poured the milk into several glasses and put them in the microwave to warm up.  "After all," Scott announced, "Little babies like him couldn't drink cold milk straight from the jug, could they?"

Shortly after, the microwave dinged, and Scott extracted the glasses of milk, absentmindedly taking a sip from one of them to test its temperature.  Scott grabbed the jar of diuretics and shook out a few pills. He took out four of the pills and plopped one neatly into eat of the tall glasses of milk, after stirring each with a spoon he poured them into the large baby bottle, and snapped the lid on.  Shaking some out onto his wrist just to check the temperature again, Scott licked up the drops of him on his wrist and smiled broadly to himself. "I think" he said aloud once more, "That this will one of the most memorable weekends of my life!"