Chapter 16

    Light was streaming between the shades as Scott groggily awoke.  The rabbit must have let him sleep late, for the light coming through his window was already tinged with subtle notes of afternoon sunlight.  He wriggled and stretched, noticing immediately the sorry state of his underpants, “I must have wet more during the night” he thought to himself, bringing his legs together and feeling the thick, wet padding pushing back against his thighs, preventing him from completely closing his legs.  The spotted leopard rubbed at his eyes with his mittened paws and took in a deep breath, sighing and bringing his ears back and brows high up in a satisfied expression. He had had a good, deep sleep the night previously. After the promenade the rabbit had taken him on he was feeling especially tired yesterday and was glad that she had let him rest for so long.  Now, however, he was wide awake, and was rather curious what surprise the rabbit had in store for him next. He had put her on a very independent setting, one that would escalate. Scott’s curiosity was getting the best of him and he was considering sneaking out of his crib when the door to his room opened.

    In padded the rabbit, smiling sweetly and carrying with her a breakfast tray filled with all of Scott’s favorite breakfast components.  Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, french toast, butter croissants, bacon, and nutella, the rabbit had outdone herself by creating a large sample plate of every breakfast item that Scott could think of and had placed it in an impressive array of breakfast bonanza.  Scott’s mouth immediately began to water and he sat up eagerly, forgetting the mess in his diapers which immediately pressed up against him as he sat on his bottom. He shifted uncomfortably, but didn't make much of a fuss. A part inside of him relished sitting in his own mess helpless, unable to get away from the soiled state of his pants without the help of his loving caretaker.   The rabbit set the tray on a chair next to his oversized crib, dragged over another chair and lowered the rail exclaiming, “Wake up sleepyhead! Did we have sweet dreams last night?” Scott beamed up at the rabbit, the smells of the trey wafting up to his nostrils and filling his mind with mouthwatering thoughts of breakfast. “Yup!” he replied, his eyes gazing into the rabbit’s warm ones.  “Good! Because you sure did sleep a long time!” the rabbit stated a hint of humor in her voice. She took out a large bib from her front apron pocket and put it around the leopard’s neck. Scott obligingly bowed his neck as she put the bib on him, and soon enough the rabbit was cutting up a large piece of syrup covered blueberry pancake and flying the airplane straight into his ravenous jaws.  

    Breakfast went by quickly as Scott voraciously dug into his breakfast, feeling as if he hadn’t eaten in years.  The rabbit alternated between eggs, bacon, pancake, croissant covered in nutella, french toast covered in raspberry jelly, sips of warm milk, and big gulps of orange juice.  Scott’s palette was in ecstasy as the rabbit fed the adult baby leopard. He had forgotten the state of his padding throughout the meal, but as he finished up the last bites of pancake and sighed contentedly, resting his head on his paws which were placed on the top rail of the crib, Scott once again remembered that he had used his diapers during the night and was in dire need of a changing.  To Scott’s surprise the smell of his pampers wasn’t too distinct. As if reading his mind, the rabbit placed down the fork and picked Scott up from the crib, and carried him over to his changing table. Pulling him out of his sleeper, the rabbit gently strapped him in and placed a finger on his thoroughly soaked, exposed diaper. “My my we are a heavy wetter, aren’t we?” she tisk-tisked to herself, as she felt up his diapering, pushing up the messes he had on the back part of his diaper against him.  Scott squirmed, feeling excited at having his padding under such close inspection.

    “Perhaps we need to change things up a bit, hmm?” the rabbit hummed, as she unstrapped his diaper and began to clean him up, powdering him up and placing a what seemed to be a thicker than usual day-time diaper.  Dipping down under to retrieve something from a shelf beneath him the rabbit quickly returned with a jar of something Scott couldn’t quite make out. “Raise your tushy please” the rabbit instructed, to which Scott obeyed.  Spreading his legs apart abit the rabbit swiftly inserted a pill into his rectum and pushed it in. Quickly diapering him before he let out a small yelp of surprise. “Good boy, that wasn’t so bad was it huh?” She looked at him, grinning coily.  Scott was a little surprised at the hint of devilishness in her face and how she had tricked him so easily. His face grew red in embarrassment and he lay his head back down again, still feeling awkward at having a surprise suppository put into him.  The rabbit finished strapping him into a diaper and had taken him off the changing table and placed him in a large t-shirt and shorts. Scott wondered why she had put significantly less restrictive clothing on him than per usual as the rabbit clipped the end of a pacifier string to his shirting, popping the other end into his mouth and ruffling his headfur affectionately.

    Scott smiled at her through the pacifier sheepishly, and the rabbit took him by the paw and lead him downstairs.  Where to his surprise had changed dramatically overnight. The living room had now been completely transformed to be a designated play area.  A baby bouncer hung in the middle of the room in front of a large flat screen playing what Scott realized was one of his favorite childhood tv shows.  The floor was covered in soft carpeting that made Scott want to roll around in, the walls now displayed a baby blue sky covered with clouds birds and aeroplanes, and all around the couch were various beanbags, baby toys, lego sets, and above all else, some of the plushies who had until previously been residing in the basement were now in the living room.  A feral wolf plushie was rolling on his back, paws in the air and panting happily in one corner, look directly at Scott. The oversized teddy back was slouching on the couch, his warm eyes twinkling as he watched the television screen. A few stuffed bird plushies were huddling in a corner, budgies and parrots and cocktails occasionally chirping at each other, ruffling their feathers, and turning their heads curiously to look at Scott.

    Scott’s pacifier would have dropped to the floor were it not clipped to his shirt as he took everything in.  He looked at the rabbit, who smiled at him, “Do you like it?” she asked him, her voice dripping with sweet honey.  Scott turned back to survey his living room, awestruck. “I love it.” he replied, as he walked over to the bird plushies.  He knelt down and offered a finger to one of them. They looked at each other, as feral birds do when approached with a stranger, and a blue budgie looked up at him and hopped up, resting on his finger.  He brought it up to his face for closer inspection, and marveled at its life-like detailing. Had he not seen this exact bird earlier in his basement as nothing more than a stuffed animal he would not have believed that what he was seeing was in fact, a stuffed animal.  He looked at Scott curiously, its head moving in jerky movements, and let out a trill, not in an unfriendly manner either. Scott looked back at the rabbit, and asked bluntly, “How on earth did you do this?” She only smiled at him, her eyes glittering with her motherly kindness.  “Oh it wasn’t that difficult, anything for my sweet little kitten.”