Chapter 4: Where a change is sometimes simultaneously appreciated and despised.

    Star shot up, awake.  “What. The. FUCK.” she pronounced slowly, the pacifier which she had been happily suckling on just a minute before fell from her mouth.  “Was I drugged?!” her mind screamed at her, as she shifted and looked around, only to be met with a cold dampness between her legs. “This is not happening.” she spoke aloud, and ripped the blanket off of herself.  Star was padded in a thick, nighttime diaper with a pattern of a sleeping moon and stars on the front. That, and it was absolutely soaked through. Star reddened as she realized that she must have wet herself on accident while she slept, completely losing her control.  Star grasped the front of her padding with her still mittened paws and squeezed, feeling the absorbent material shift around as the clammy wetness pressed against her. She shivered, this was all getting too close to home. Just as the thought of attempting to escape while unattended crossed her mind the giantess strode in, humming cheerfully.  Star snarled at her, “What on earth did you feed me yesterday!?” Her feelings of closeness and nostalgia from the previous night had vanished, for she was furious with the large fox for putting her through such an ordeal with absolutely zero consent.

    “Letta?” the giantess inquired, grinning, as she leaned over the crib edge and effortlessly picked Star up and deposited her on her hip.  Ignoring Star’s complaints and fumings she placed her once again on the changing table, and strapped her in and replaced her complaints with a pacifier gag buckled behind her head.  Star huffed and puffed during her change, and found herself not only being changed into a diaper, but having a legless onesie being pulled over her head and buttoned at her bottom. Star couldn’t help but feel a little relieved after being changed into drier padding.  She was unstrapped, and the giantess took the two downstairs and to the kitchen, where the lion sat waiting patiently for them to arrive. He mrowled at the two in greeting, and Star caught his eye, which she would have sworn winked at her. She scowled in return, and was plopped into her highchair and once again restrained.  Star was happy to see that her breakfast seemed to be look relatively normal with a distinct lack of blue pudding. As her pacifier gag was untied and she had accepted a few spoonfuls of scrambled egg after some deliberation, her heart dropped to her diaper as she heard a doorbell ring.

    The giantess’s ears twitched, and set aside Star’s breakfast (much to her displeasure) and strode over to the door to answer it.  Opening it, Star turned her head and saw an elderly looking beaver giantess, smiling toothily up at the fox giantess. She stood a little shorter than she and was wearing a hat which looked like it was designed for a beekeeper.  The fox exclaimed in happiness and warmly embraced the old beaver, and delightedly accepted a jar of purple gel which Star guessed must have been what this world considered to be honey, according to the picture of the bee on its label.  Ushering the beaver in, the giant fox pointed towards Star and said something, causing the two to giggle like girls much younger than they. The fox left the room with the jar, leaving only the beaver, the purple lion once again breathing on Star’s feet to tickle her, and Star still strapped in her highchair.

    The beaver moved closer to inspect Star, a kind expression on her face, Star wanted to stick her tongue out at this second giant and perhaps say a few choice words, but found herself too intrigued by the sight of another large being from this world.  “Sooltrin effer, no?” the beaver chatted, her large front teeth flashing as she spoke. Noticing the half-finished breakfast, she picked up the spoon and plate and, scooping some egg onto the spoon, offered it to Star with a smile. Although furious, Star realized she was still really hungry having only eaten blue mush since her night of drinking, and the beaver didn’t seem to be intending any harm.  Sighing, she accepted the bite of scrambled egg, and allowed the beaver to finish feeding her her breakfast. The fox soon returned to the kitchen after Star had finishing chewing her last bite, and much to the reddening of her cheeks the two began what Star could only interpret as cooing, the two exchanged words most probably about how cute she looked.

    “Oh quit your yammering already,” Star thought to herself, and was going to begin to protest when much to her horror her stomach gurgled, and a familiar pressure began forming in the bottom of her stomach.  “Did she lace my breakfast?!” Star thought, as her mittened paws moved to her midsection and she groaned. The fox then decided to take her out of her highchair. Groaning with the pain her midsection was giving her, Star barely noticed that the beaver had taken a seat in a chair by the kitchen table, and was motioning for the fox to deposit Star in her lap.  Star almost lost control as she was whisked over to the beaver, who accepted her and sat her in her lap, placing her bottom on her knee. Star knew what was going to come next and she dreaded it, as she finally lost control, and her bowels filled her awaiting padding with a noise like a tuba, the beaver began to lightly bounce the poor cat on her knee, humming a foreign tune and cooing at her the entire time.  Star’s mess was catastrophic as it was spread to every region of her diaper because of the beaver’s knee percussion accompaniment. Star squirmed and shuddered as utter humiliation and infantile feelings rushed through her. She swore she could hear the purple lion’s grin from across the room, as she shut her eyes tightly wishing it would all stop her cheeks on fire.

    She opened them to her disappointment to see the two giantesses once again cooing over her, and to her horror the fox picked her up from the beaver’s lap, and before she could react she was turned around, and held up to the fox’s nose which sniffed. “Yech!” the pink fox exclaimed, and giggled once more with the beaver.  Star whimpered, she was being treated like a baby. Relief was nowhere to be seen, for the beaver stood up and took Star from the fox once again, and saying what Star thought was a goodbye in their strange tongue, took the lynx outside of the house and deposited her in a waiting stroller on the front porch. The elderly beaver’s strength rivaled even the fox’s to Star’s surprise, for she was deftly put and strapped into the stroller with a five point harness. Even her ankles were strapped to the sides and her mittened paws were clipped at the wrists to the harness at the center as well, immobilizing all attempts at escape and giving her only a small range in which she could move her paws which were just out of reach of her diaper. Star half-hearted pulled against them, but was more concerned about where they were going than escape at the moment.  The beaver began pushing the stroller out of the garden, and onto a path that Star hadn’t noticed when the giantess had first brought her to her home.

    The beaver pushed the stroller through the hilly forest, up and down they went as Star gazed in wonder at the size of the trees, and the strange undergrowths that sprouted beneath them.  White flowers that sparkled as if decorated by an over enthusiastic kindergartner with unlimited glitter, leaves that moved in accordance to where the sun’s rays shown down through the breaks in the canopy, like the necks of swans straining for sustenance, beetles colored like gems scuttling on the barks of the trees, their antenna excitedly examining each and every crevice in the bark they clung to, berries of blues and reds and pinks so plump with juice they looked ready to burst.  Star felt truly like an infant, seeing the world for the first time and comfortably restrained and safe in her stroller. She even forgot about the mess still in her pants, although when the stroller hit a bump she was reminded unpleasantly. After the bump had so rudely interrupted her awed gaze at her surroundings, she look ahead and let out a little gasp as she saw, beneath the hill they were descending, a Germanic looking village in an opening in the trees below. Warm little lights were displayed from windows and from street lamps, and dozens of giants of various fauna roamed around, chatting with one another, shopping for food in an open market, or creating sparks from the ends of sticks and their hands, which Star realized must have been either pyrotechnics,

Or magic.