Chapter 12

He began indulging himself in babish thoughts, reminding himself that he was dressed up so because silly little babies like him couldn't be trusted by themselves.  They had to be properly secured to keep themselves safe from any trouble that they might get into. His arms were at his sides and his ankles were secured for his own good, the rabbit had done it to him because she loved him so much.  He fell on his back and squirmed around in his diaper, his raging erection coming back with a feeling of deep satisfaction. He was exactly where he belonged, well padded between his legs so his accidents were safely contained, the hugging jacket around him to remind him that the rabbit loved him very much, and his ankles anchored at the corner of his cage to keep him from moving.  After all, the rabbit had instructed him not to move around. And he would do anything for the rabbit. Especially be a good baby that uses his diapers and doesn't use his body unless the rabbit allows him to. And the rabbit had made the decision that he shouldn't, and had even been so generous as to put him into bondage to make sure he felt nice and safe and loved.

Scott felt light-headed in his ecstacy, his struggles became weaker as he began to doze softly in the playpen, his arms tightly hugging around him and the ankle restraints bringing his legs together, pressing against the padding.  The straight jacket crotch strap pressed against his padded tightly, offering a pleasurable amount of resistance as Scott gently began moving his waist forwards and backwards, the cushy padding softly supporting his furry bottom and the strap offering pleasurable pressure on his male front.  He moaned happily and suckled on the pacifier in his mouth, taking comfort from all the things forced lovingly upon him. Scott felt a pressure building in his bladder, he had drunken quite a lot during breakfast, something that he was sure the rabbit had done intentionally. After all, she wanted to make sure that he used his diapers like a good baby, just like he was supposed to.  He allowed himself to let go, and a warmth began to grow on the front of his diaper, pressed against him by the crotch strap. After he had thoroughly soaked his diaper, he squirmed around, enjoying the wet padding against him, keeping in his thoughts that he was a helpless, little, bondaged baby that really could do little else but use his diapers like a good boy. He let out a sigh, and again allowed his mind to soak in the pool of ecstacy brought to him by the infantile predicament he was in.

Soon however, he found himself experiencing another pressure, he smiled through his pacifier, and he closed his eyes.  He knew exactly what was going to happen next. This time, however, he'd take a different approach, he breathed steadily, and relaxed completely.   Without exerting any movement or effort, he allowed the pressure to build on his diapered bottom, and when he felt it reach a tipping point, his relaxed muscles gave way, and he began to soil his diaper.  The mess pushed out of him as he made no attempt at all to hold it in. He allowed his tushy to do the work for him, letting the mess escape him just like a real baby would, without a hint of restraint. Why should he try not to mess his pants? That's what his pants were for!  The rabbit had put them there for him exactly for this reason, to make sure that when he messed himself that they'd be there for him to catch his mess and keep it safe so the rabbit could clean him up easily. He realized that quite a lot was coming out from his bottom, the mess was spreading through the seat of his pants as he allowed himself to thoroughly diddy in his padding.  

The warmth of him wetting and messing himself was pressed secured against him due to the strap running underneath him.  He squirmed around a little, shifting the mess and further pushing it against him. He had, quite literally, uncontrollably messed in his diaper.  He had simply allowed the pressure in his stomach to give way into the waiting padding, and hadn't bothered to hold in the urine in his bladder. He'd used his diapers as they were intended, because the rabbit, his loving caretaker, would have wanted it that way.  Scott sat up slowly, allowing the weight of his torso to push down on his bottom. He sat in own mess and suckled happily on his pacifier. He sat, ankles strapped together and arms hugging reassuringly around him in his own dirty diapers, like a good little helpless baby.  Another stream of warm urine filled the front of his diaper, the thirsty padding waiting for him soaked it up, and expanded slightly, furthering the pressure of the crotch strap on his padded front.

His mind was awash with infantile thoughts and sayings, filling the space between his ears with the pleasant sounds of the rabbit's reassurances.  “It's okay that you wet yourself, little babies can't help it! Mommy's here to clean you up and put you into fresh new diapers, so that when you wet again there'll be there to take care of you! A little bit of mommy is always with you, your diapers are your Mommy's care for you so that you stay nice and clean, and the straight jacket is to make sure that you always feel Mommy's loving embrace around you.  The pacifier is to remind you that Mommy's warm milk from her own baba will always be there for you to fill your tummy. And the bonds on your legs are to make sure that you'll never wander off away from Mommy, you'll always be close to her and she'll never leave you. All put together and you always know that Mommy is always here, always ready to take care of you and keep you safe." Scott leaned back and landed on his back with a cushioned thud, his eyes fluttered, and suddenly he fell fast asleep, the rabbit's sweet voice still in his ears, telling him how much she loved him.