Carried Away: Part 3

“Well, Here we are little girl. Your new home.”

Alex wasn’t feeling all that conversational at that moment. Something left him feeling slightly tingly and weird as he looked out onto the building. His eyes widened at the sight of what seemed to be a rather impressive manor house, stood at the end of a long driveway. The driver of the limo paused the car at a large wrought iron gate for a few moments, before it slowly opened up and they continued their way up the hedge shielded drive to the house. Alex’s face was one of pure awe, staring at the large property that just seemed to get bigger and bigger.

“Plenty of space for you to run around in just your diapers.” The husky chuckled, ruffling the kitten’s ears with a smirk while they drove around a large fountain in the middle of the front of the house and parked beside a large set of stairs. A rather professional looking dalmation climbed out of the driver’s seat and came around the side of the car, opening up the door with a slight bow before speaking, soft deference obvious in the tone of his voice. “We’ve arrived, Sir. Do you need help with your luggage?”

The husky paused to consider, then gave a small nod. Not bothering to answer out loud. He turned his attention towards Alex, reaching forwards to unbuckle the cheetah’s car seat and began pulling the straps aside so he was free once more more. Once he stopped holding him in with a light press to the stomach of course. The husky booped the end of the cheetah’s nose teasingly before that paw traveled downwards, prodding at the front of the poor kitten’s thickly padded crotch. He casually tugged the cat’s pants down to properly show off the pink plastic of his diaper. The canine nodded in approval at the resounding crinkling sound and the sight, as well as the slight squish that Alex wasn’t quite sure he remembered causing. His inspection complete, he reached forwards further and scooped up the smaller cat up into his arms, then carefully turned and climbed out of the car. “Leave them near the door on the steps. Once I’ve got this one inside, I’ll pop out for them.”

The dalmation simply nodded and went to the back of the limo to do as he was told, the husky now carrying Alex up the steps to the door. He cooed at the kitten in his arms and rubbed his tummy with the flat of his paw the whole way. Soft, teasing affection, but it also showed off how strong he was. The large canine easily held the kitten with one arm as he pulled the door open, bringing them both into a large open entrance hall. Waiting for them stood to attention was a rather large tiger in a crisply ironed dress shirt and  waistcoat, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and neatly secured in place with buttons. He was bent over, one arm across his chest with his hand on his heart while he spoke. “Master, welcome home. I hope you had a pleasant trip. The others are waiting off in the play wing.”

The husky grinned and took a few steps towards the big feline, using his free arm he clapped it on the tiger’s shoulder and urged him to stand, which the big tiger slowly did. The husky stared him down seriously for a couple a seconds, before he chuckled and leaned forwards, nipping the tiger on the ear as he reached down and groped at his crotch without hesitation. Alex was surprised by what he heard, the obvious sound of crinkling and an embarrassed mewl from the tiger for a second before the husky let go. The butler had a slight blush across his cheeks now as the husky spoke. “Oliver, I see you’re as rigid as ever. It was pretty good, I got what I needed from it.” He lifted Alex up a little, bouncing him in his grip as if adjusting the way you’re holding a baby before continuing. “This is Alex, she’s going to be staying with us. I see you got my message.”

As he said that the little kitten found himself slowly being lowered down onto his feet. Still wobbly from the long car ride from the airport, he stumbled a little before finding his balance. The husky simply chuckled at this and gave the cheetah a little nudge forwards, leaving him to now stand directly in front of the large tiger. “I trust you know what to do from here.” The powerful canine stated, stretching out with a satisfied little groan. “I have to go make the preparations on my end, so do see everything is taken care of.” He came over to Alex once more, leaning down so their eyes were looking directly at each other. “Bye bye baby girl, you’ll see Daddy later on when you’re all pretty.” He kissed the cheetah’s forehead and then turned him around and patted his crinkly rear.

The tiger slowly looked the cheetah up and down, a critical look to his eyes which soon softened, if only slightly. He nodded and then placed a paw on Alex’s shoulder and started leading him down a hallway. Both their footsteps and the light crinkling each of them made softly echoing off the walls. The cheetah took this quiet time to look the tiger over further, even more curious now once he figured out that the big cat was diapered much like himself.

He hadn’t been able tell from his place in the husky’s arms before, but he could now see that while being quite dressed up and professional, at least on his upper half save for a simple black leather collar around his neck, the tiger was completely naked from the waist down. That crinkling came from a rather obvious source, the thick diaper taped about the large male’s waist. A soft white print decorated with little green leaves and accenting, pictures of Simba from the lion king dotting its surface. It even looked to be slightly wet.

“You can stop staring,” The tiger suddenly rumbled, stopping to turn to the cheetah he’d been half pushing along. He seemed annoyed for a moment, before his stern expression broke with a chuckle “Or perhaps I should take your pants now, so we match?” His tone softened and that put Alex at ease a little, having thought he just got here and already managed to upset someone. Alex wondered why they didn’t seem to be moving after that though, before he was gently prompted to look up. And up, and up, as he realised that they were standing before a massive set of white double doors, a plaque across the arch written out in baby blocks read ‘Play Wing’.

The tiger reached forwards and grasped the handles on both doors, giving them a simple push they groaned and then opened, the brighter light from the interior had Alex cover his eyes for a moment. When they finally adjusted, the kitten couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The opening the tiger had made was narrow but it extended into a grand room, one that seemed strangely similar to a certain dream Alex felt like he’d had. The walls were covered in horizontal stripes of baby pink and white, the kitten assumed it was wallpaper at first but it seemed instead it was painstakingly painted. They seemed to stretch almost fifteen feet high, three of which at the bottom was wrapped a border of colorful blocks, mixed with motifs of pacifiers, rattles and soft, puffy clouds. The whole room strewn about with equally babyish furniture, though clearly not sized for such. The whole place seemed designed to leave him feeling as small as possible.

Alex noticed the various furniture about the room, looking at all of the various babyish things before letting out a yelp of surprise at a sudden yank to his waist. He looked down, seeing Oliver positioned on one knee with his claws extended, the button of his pants having since been cut, allowing them to fall freely down to his knees. The cheetah’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as he moved his paws down to cover his now exposed and apparently slightly soggy padding. The kitten whined out from around his pacifier, the tiger just looking at him expectantly before giving him a little pat on the rear. “Come on, let’s go get you changed.” The cheetah felt overwhelmed by a wave of embarrassed nerves, actually taking a step back and bumping into the tiger. He was about to turn and complain to him, but he was met by the sight of a group of furs coming in through the large double doors. Alex jumped and skittered back, hiding behind the tiger. Gripping on to the big cat’s hips and peeking out from around him like a shy toddler.

Alex could now see that there were three of them, two of which seemed to take his hiding as an invitation to get up and come over to stand before the tiger. They were obviously trying to circle around him to get a better look at the embarrassed cheetah, and Alex was doing his best to cover himself from every angle. The tiger chuckled into his hand and shook his head slowly, taking a step to the side to leave the cheetah standing completely on his own. Now exposed to the three clearly intrigued other furs, Alex looked each of them over much like they were doing him.

The one that stood out the most was a large black dragon, easily towering over everyone else in the room, but all those scales were kind of hard to see. Over what seemed like nearly every inch of his body was something that was pink. A short pink dress with puffed sleeves covered his upper half while nothing but an exaggeratedly thick, thigh spreading pink diaper was wrapped around his waist. It was covered in little white eggs spotted with various colors, some of them partially cracked so little dragon hatchlings could peek or spring out excitedly. The cheetah wasn’t sure what gender they were at first, at least until he caught notice of an obvious bulge in those cute diapers. A fact which didn’t go unnoticed as the big dragon whined loudly around an oversized pacifier, covering half their face with one mitted talon, which accented nicely with the bow tied around one of the dragon’s pair of horns.

Alex watched as one of the others rubbed the poor dragon’s tummy to try to calm ‘her’ down, a rather feminine looking arctic fox. They smiled at the ‘big’ dragon and then turned towards Alex, a little bounce to their step as they strutted over. They leaned forwards and sniffed around the big kitten a few times. Whatever they were checking, they were seemingly satisfied as they nodded and then leant back straight. The fox then giggled and clapped their hands together a few times. “Oh I’m so very happy you’re finally here! Oli told us what to expect, but he didn’t say you would be so adorable!” The white fox crinkled every time he bounced, his own diaper equally on display though they only had a white crop-top on and nothing else, the word ‘vixen’ written out in sparkly pink lettering.

“Owi?” Alex mumbled out from around his own pacifier, looking slightly confused towards the fox. The white furred vulpine looked surprised and then giggled, placing his hand on his forehead before  chuckling. “Oh my gosh, of course you wouldn’t know that name. You wouldn’t know any of our names!” the fox laughed happily again and  put his hands behind his back, shifting around before he looked towards each occupant of the room. He started with the dragon, swaying that large fluffy tail behind him. “This is-” the dragon suddenly spoke for the first time, rumbling out in a deep tone as his pacifier fell to dangle from the strap pinned to his dress. “I am Xalixi-” The fox suddenly cut him off with a finger to his lips though, reaching to pluck the dragon’s pacifier from where it dangled before he shoved it back into the dragon’s lips. He held it there with a finger, giving the sissified dragon a stern look before he turned back to Alex and grinned. “This is Lexi, she’s our youngest, er, was our youngest, until you showed up that is!”

The fox chuckled and firmly patted the poor dragon on his thickly diapered rear a few times, grinning wide at the resounding squishing noises that came from it before letting go and looking up at the tiger. “You’ve kind of already met Oli. He’s Daddy Damien’s first pet and he’s, regrettably, in charge of us all…” The fox said that last part with a pout, folding his ears for a moment before they were ruffled around by said tiger. 

The large cat chuckled and paused to ensure the fox had actually stopped talking before chiming in. “And this is Candi, our resident drama queen. Don’t let her attitude fool you, she’s just as big of a baby girl as Lexi, she just gets to dress a bit bigger cause its easier for Master to strip her.” The tiger ended the sentence with a playful wink, leaving the fox to retaliate by sticking out his tongue before letting out a theatrical huff and crossing his arms. His long fluffy tail curled about his waist to hide his own bulky, pink padding.

“Ahem.” came a fourth voice. Alex turned to his side to see someone approaching, seemingly having chosen to lag behind a little bit before coming to join the others. They stood out almost as much as Alex did in such a pink space. A rather masculine looking rabbit came over to join the group, their fur as brown as a teddy bear’s and splotched in lighter cream colors. He too crossed his arms, but he instead of a pout to match the fox chose to smile. He was shirtless to show off his fur, but unlike everyone else in the room he was actually wearing a pair of black shorts that stopped at his knees. Riding just low enough so you could make out the top of a diaper peeking.

The rabbit then smiled and reached out his hand, clearly offering it to Alex with just a soft smile across his face. The cheetah looked down at the offered hand for a few moments, then splayed his ears and slowly reached out his own to grip and shake. The rabbit smiled encouragingly. “Such a pretty little kitten. You can call me Uncle Zach. I’m still one of Daddy D’s pets, but I’m also in charge of you little one’s when he’s not around. I’m also here to make sure you’re nice and pretty for your big night.”

“Big nigh?” Alex mumbled around his pacifier once more, tilting his head in a canine like fashion before he let out a quick mrowl of surprise. He’d suddenly found himself scooped up in Oliver’s arms, being carried further into the room with the rest of the group in toe shortly behind him. The big sissy dragon was doing his best to follow along, clearly having trouble with his balance due to the massive padding around his waist. Candi could only chuckle softly, catching Alex looking out of the corner of his eye he winked and then cooed at the big dragon while waving a hand. Zach followed shortly behind the pair of them, his hands in his pockets and just smiling away, clearly having fun thoughts about what was to come.

Oliver only stopped walking once he reached a rather large, clearly custom built changing table. The thing was even large enough to hold the massive dragon’s weight, which left Alex feeling tiny by comparison. The tiger cooed at him while he slowly lowered him onto his back, making no move to ask permission or hesitate. He gave the kitten’s now slightly soggy front a few teasing rubs, then moved his hands up to the cat’s hips. He delicately sliced through the top two tapes on the top with a claw, then the lower two and brought the front forwards with them.

Alex started to whimper and mewl from around his pacifier, starting to squirm on the table in a combination of embarrassment and the cold of his now exposed crotch. Not only was he once again being changed by a total stranger, he now had an audience that were very clearly watching every moment of it. His whines of protest climbed in volume before the tiger shushed him. “Shh, Shh...be a good girl now. I have to get you changed before you can go and play dress up with Uncle Zach and your new sisters…” He trailed off for a couple a moments, before his eyes traveled up the kitten’s crotch to his half hard length, smirking before gently swirling his thumb over the tip a few times. “That and of course get you under control before you see Master again.”

The big tiger chuckled, leaving the poor kitten’s length to bob untouched in the open air as he bent over and started opening drawers below the massive changing table. He didn’t even look, the sounds of rustling, jingling and light thuds all mixing with one another until Oliver smirked. “Ah, there it is.” he closed the drawer once more and brought his prize up for the cheetah to see. Looking down at Alex with that similar cocky expression the husky used as he showed him something that looked to be made of plastic, and very, very pink. The tiger laid the item on the smaller cat’s chest, letting him look at it closer while he turned his attention back to the feline’s slightly softening crotch. 

“All good little girls need these. You are a good little girl..Right?”

Alex started to open his mouth to answer, but then remembered that the pacifier was in place and the look on the husky’s face the last time he tried to take it out. He slowly whimpered around the plastic nipple, getting ready to shake his head when he found that he couldn’t move it. That slightly numb, tingling feeling filling his head once more, though only for a moment before it cleared. He’d meant to voice his denial, but instead he looked up to Oliver and nodded, his tail flicking a little in nerves over the edge of the large changing table in the process.

“Of course you are. That means this-,” the tiger paused for a moment, reaching to give that half hard length of Alex’s a squeeze before simply letting go. Then with the same paw he reached for the thing on the cheetah’s chest and held it up. “Needs to go on, now doesn’t it? Yes it does.” with the item now held up where he could see it, Alex couldn’t keep pretending he didn’t know what it was. Complete with its own little dangling heart-shaped lock, was a pretty pink plastic chastity cage. A solid expanse of material to seal over his sheath with just a little slit at the end for him to still wet his diapers. He wouldn’t even be permitted to see his cock, let alone get hard.

Oli didn’t seem too interested in the cheetah’s answer to his questions, after all little kittens didn’t get an opinion on what was good for them. He produced a keyring laden with keys of various shapes and sizes, sliding the smallest of which into the attached lock to the cage and setting it to the side. Ready and waiting to seal Alex into his new ‘helper’. When Oli noticed the cheetah’s slightly panicked expression, his own softened. “I think I have just the thing for a nervous Kitten like you.” The tiger soothed, ducking to root under the table, and popping back up holding a small plush husky. Which he proceeded to dangle above Alex, cooing at him like the baby everyone seemed intent on treating him like. Oli turned to look over his shoulder at the white fox behind him, gesturing with his head for him to come over. 

Candi pointed at himself and with a nod from the tiger, the fox was crinkling his way over to stand ready to attention at the table, a happy smile plastered to his features. It seemed to be far from his first time assisting with this process, as he was handed the plush toy and took over for Oliver. Not just dangling like the tiger had, but dancing it about, and teasingly bringing the toy towards Alex’s face to bump against his snout. Initially humiliating, but somehow Alex found himself playing along. It was better to focus on the toy than what was about to happen between his legs. It looked soft, and he loved the way the light glinted off its emerald eyes.

That distraction was very quickly tested as the cheetah felt something cool and firm being pressed against the retreating tip of his cock. Compressing it not quite painfully back down into his sheath, something tight being squeezed down over his crotch in a constant, inescapable hug. A matching snug band was slipped into place behind his exposed, vulnerable balls, clicking tight before both halves were pressed together. He didn’t have to see any moment of it to know what was happening, that adorable lock from earlier being slid where the two halves met to hold them tight, then sealing with an exaggerated click. Not even his new plush friend could distract him from the constant squeezing embrace from the cage, an entirely unfamiliar tightness that there was nothing he could do to escape from. 

“Much better,” The tiger rumbled above him, a meaty paw placed to rub reassuringly over the little cheetah’s tummy. “Now there’s no chance of you accidentally breaking rules you shouldn’t.” He explained warmly, as if Alex should be thanking him for putting him in the chastity cage. Only, even though the smaller cat knew that he still wanted to object, there was a strange sense of rightness from that constant denying pressure. 

The old diaper was whisked away from under Alex. The cheetah given only a quick wiping down, he’d only been very lightly soggy after all, before its replacement was grabbed. Alex suspected he was about to know how that dragon felt as he stared down the almost oversized, poofy thing. A bright, undeniable pink dominated the majority of its design; accented by purple frills at the waist and leg guards, as well as a few over the rear that seemed to be there purely to embarrass him further. The main patterning dotted with yellow stars, and boldly emblazoned on the front were the letters ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’. Stylised on pretend baby blocks. So very much girlier and thicker than anything he’d ever even considered wearing before.

When the tiger unfolded and slid that diaper under Alex, he could feel what must have been inches of thickness between him and the changing table. Thick enough to raise his bottom up off the table at least, and after a healthy sprinkling of strawberry scented power, Oli folded it between his legs and he started to realise the splay it was going to force on him. While dry he could still squeeze down on it easily enough, but there was so much it was like having a cushion between his legs. Despite that, the leg gathers fit him near perfectly, the slight slackness quickly taken care of as the tiger stuck four sturdy tapes onto their landing zone. Not only was this diaper restrictive and clumsy, it was clearly quite capable of holding him for a long time.

When the tiger spoke up again in his warm rumble Alex jumped slightly, drawn out of the distracted daze he’d had staring at and focussing on the sensation of his new diaper “Now let’s not forget a little helper to keep it fitting well, and to keep any wandering hands of the cute little Kitten from misbehaving. You’ve only just got here, and we don’t want to pause for any punishments do we? No we don’t.”

That helper it seemed was going to come in the form of a set of clear plastic pants. The see through material meant anyone would be able to see the exact state of Alex’s diapers, and it meant the feline could see the extras secured inside them. A thin metal cord looped around the waist, meeting at a lock just waiting to seal him into them. There was also a section less clear that the rest of the material, a pair of thicker bands around the leg guards with a segment running between them. The cheetah was left wondering about those for only a few moments as Oli shimmied the pants up Alex’s legs. The added tightness revealing that there was an in built solid brace made to sit against his inner thighs, preventing him from closing them at all. He could move them wider, but no amount of trying allowed him to stop the hefty splay to his legs. The covering squeezed down with a noisy rustling around his already sizable diapers, ensuring he was treated to a constant soft pressure from every part of them. He mewled in a mix of nerves and embarrassment as this too was locked onto him, another piece of control utterly gone.

“He’s done right?” Candi asked, the snowy fox practically bouncing on the spot as he pressed the husky plush down into Alex’s arms where it was immediately grabbed for something like reassurance. “I mean not done done, but like done enough to move onto dressup. I’m not sure I’ll ever actually say he’s done, ‘cause there’s so much I could do here. You know it’s a real tragedy D.D only gave me permission to improve so much at once.” He lamented, only to be growled at for his choice of terms for the master of the house. From the smirk he entirely failed to keep from his lips it definitely wasn’t the first time either. Still, the tiger nodded his permission all the same and plucked Alex from the table to set down on his own two feet.

Alex managed all of about five seconds before his lack of balance enforced by his new diapers sent him wobbling forward, right into the arms of the fox who squeezed him in a hug. “Don’t be a silly Kitten, you’re much too little to walk around on your own. Lexi can barely even manage, and even she’s bigger than you.” Candi laughed, releasing the cheetah save for an almost iron grip on one of his paws to half lead, half drag him towards a distant chair in front of a dresser set. Every step was a challenge, the kitten was almost grateful for the helping hand in staying upright as he was dragged crinkling, wobbly step by step to the waiting chair.

He settled into it with a loud pomf from his diaper, glancing forward at the set of mirrors and drawers in front on him. His relief at having somewhere to sit distracted him long enough for Candi to wrap the cuffs on the armrests around his wrists with shocking speed. Another wider brace was fed between his legs and over his diapered waist, not dissimilar from the car seat he’d been in earlier. “I’d use more, but then I wouldn’t get to do whatever I want with your fur. You really need to take better care of it Kitten, those spots are adorable, but don’t you worry. I know what I’m doing. You just relax and think about all the fun you’re going to have.” Candi instructed the feline in that rapid stream of words that Alex was starting to get used to as the fox’s normal way of speaking.

“So I’m like, super duper sorry about your shirt, but DD’ll replace any damages. In case you couldn’t tell by the place he’s absolutely loaded. Some patent I think? Honestly I’m not too good with details, except for when it comes to looking cute.” The fox soothed before taking a pair of serious looking scissors and then just cutting Alex’s shirt off of him, rather than releasing the restraints. Much to the cheetah’s attempted protests before his pacifier was firmly pressed back into his muzzle. “So remember Kitten, I’m the cool fun one, but if you misbehave I’ll get Uncy Zach and he’ll be much, much stricter. So remember you’re too little for words right now, and we’ll have a fun petting session, yes we will.”

That petting session it seemed started with the fox using a spray bottle and a broad brush to work a strawberry scented something into every inch of Alex’s exposed fur. Candi even took enormous delicacy to make sure he brushed it into the cat’s cheek fur as well. Everywhere it settled and was encouraged by repeated brushing strokes Alex’s fur seemed brighter, healthier, though very much fluffed up. An overall look that left him looking much cuter and quite a bit younger.  While Alex struggled and fussed at first, it was impossible not to relax at the unhurried, luxurious grooming he was getting. Whatever that conditioner was it eased every knot and tangle from his fur to treat him to an easy, enjoyable stroking that left him purring and only mostly awake by the end of it. 

When the fox switched bottles to move onto the cheetah’s hair however, he tugged on a pair of long, disposable gloves first. “If any of this gets on my fur, well this stuff stains if I fall over in the grass so I’m sure you can imagine how much that would suck. Because you’ve been such a good little kitten and not fought one bit I’m using the spray in that’ll wash out, rather than anything permanent. That’ll come when Daddy decides you should have it.” Candi explained, allowing Alex a chance to stare at the violently pink bottle in the fox’s grip. 

He could smell the chemical undertones to the more pleasant aromas worked into it as the contents were sprayed and massaged into his hair with the utmost of care. Candi applied it liberally, but made sure none bled onto the cheetah’s fur. Working it in clump by clump as the deep brown of Alex’s hair vanished under an expanding coloring of cotton candy pink. The white furred fox restyled and straightened out the Kitten’s hair as he worked, easing much of the feline’s hair back to bunch into a pair of twin pigtails, held there by a couple of hair ties that Candi cleary didn’t mind getting stained. Alex was surprised just how long his hair actually was now that it had been forced out of the shaggy mane it usually sat in and brushed out straight.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest widdle kitten with your pwetty new pigtails.” Candi teased in a singsong voice. “And we have to let that dry so you don’t make a mess don’t we, yes we do.” The cheetah just stared forward, shocked at the girly, sissy kitten staring back at him from the mirror. “That’s a good look for you, and it’s gonna be even cuter with the rest of your outfit. Plus they’ll make real good handholds if D.D decides you need a more personal bottle later.” The fox added, setting Alex’s cheeks blushing almost a matching shade to his hair at the suggestion. “All good things must come to an end however, so I have to surrender you to Zach to get you dressed. You promise to be super good for Daddy so I can have you back to play with, riiiight?” He asked in a tone practically dripping with sweetness. Candi didn’t even wait for the answer before skipping off, leaving Alex alone with his own reflection for the moment.
The slight coolness of the room of his drying fur and hair helped bring Alex out of the gentle relaxation his makeover had put him in, giving him plenty of time to fixate on his new look. On the huge diaper between his legs. On the cage locked securely over his sheath. His nerves began creeping back in, without anyone to help sooth him through them. Secured only loosely to the chair, he still didn’t have enough leverage to actually get back up. So after some struggling he dropped his pacifier from his lips to call out a tentative “Hello?”

He wasn’t left waiting for long, footsteps making their way over accompanied by a light rustling and clinking, something dropped on the floor behind him as the bunny approached. “Sorry about that Kitten, had to take care of motor mouth before I could get your clothes. Poor thing, we shouldn’t be leaving a cute little girl like you all on your own.” Zach pressed a testing finger against the cheetah’s hair, inspecting it carefully to ensure it was dry before playfully ruffling the front. “And you’ve dropped your paci too, such a silly little kitten. Don’t you worry one bit, Uncle Zach’ll make sure you don’t need to worry about that happening again.”

The rabbit knelt down to rummage through whatever he’d brought before standing up and giving the cat a brief reassuring stroke to his cheek.“I’ll let you up out of that in a minute, it’ll be easier to get some of this on with you sat down. Open wide sweetie.” He coaxed, pushing a thumb past the cheetah’s lips to encourage him to do just that only to replace it with a wide metal ring. Zach slid the gag in to lock into place behind Alex’s teeth and pulled the strap tight behind his head, holding his mouth open and exposed. A fact the rabbit demonstrated to him by sliding a couple of fingers in to brush teasingly over his tongue to the kitten’s garbled mewl of protest.

His mouth wasn’t going to stay empty for long however, as Zach slid a large pacifier into the open ring. Still too small to stay in for the moment, but as the rabbit began pressing repeatedly at a section of the wide guard it began to inflate to fill his mouth. Locked in place and filling his muzzle until his cheeks felt puffed out. Now any actual spoken protests or begging from Alex were utterly impossible, even his whimpers and mewling came out a muffled mess. Still apparently not quite secure enough for Zach as the rabbit fitted a pastel pink short leather muzzle over him to buckle tight, lock in place, and keep his jaws squeezed down on the dual layered gag. It had an exposed cutout for his nose, but the section over his pacifier was a smooth panel. Removing any hope he had of getting free of any part of his gag even if he did have his hands free. 

“Because sometimes, little crinklebutts should be seen and not heard.” Zach explained with a wry smile, “Though I expect we’ll hear your diaper three rooms over.” A puff of protest was all Alex could manage in response. The rabbit moved around in front of his chair, a pair of what the cheetah took a few seconds to realise were mittens of the same dyed leather as his muzzle. Zach simply grabbed one of the kitten’s hands, pinned by the wrist, and began sliding it into the tight, slightly squishy interior. It was lined with something smooth that felt nice against Alex’s fur, but as he ran out of room at the ends he was forced to ball his fingers up to fit at all in the padded confines. There was no separate thumb, reducing his hand to a useless, clumsy paw. The mitt secured by a long wrist with its own strap and buckle that, like every other piece of bondage gear on him, was locked in place with another heart shaped padlock. The mitten’s twin was soon forced onto Alex’s other hand, he’d given up resisting when he realised just how little he could do to prevent being dressed like this.

His restraints weren’t quite finished yet however, the rabbit producing several matching straps to secure in place. Cuffs for Alex’s ankles and thighs, even a pair for his tail, one at the base and one closer the tip. The one Zach wrapped around the feline’s neck as a collar was much more substantial, thick enough that he could feel the weight of it around his throat. Completed with, as the rabbit was kind enough to make clear by flicking it with a jingle, a little dangling bell.

“Right, let’s get some actual clothes on you.” Zach stated firmly, finally unbuckling the straps over the cheetah’s wrists and waist. “Can’t have our precious little kitten catching a cold.” He chuckled. Compared to everything else that had been put on the kitten, it seemed like they were going easy on him with the top he was shown. A white onesie, dotted sparingly with spirals and butterflies in a gentle shade of pink. Subtle, compared to everything else they’d put on him. “Arms up, that’s a clever little girl.” The rabbit instructed, having only slight difficulty getting Alex’s chunky mitts through the arm holes. Zach paused to neaten up Alex’s hair again after working the onesie down onto him properly, before stretching the button up crotch over the kitten’s leg spreading padding. When he patted over the feline’s crotch fondly, Alex could hardly even feel it through the thick layer.

Zach paced a slow circle around the chair Alex was perched in, clearly inspecting his work before he cracked into a small smile. “You know, that’s pretty cute. Daddy D’s gonna love you, not that he doesn’t already. Now piece of friendly advice Kitten, you’re not going to be able to walk too well, so it’s crawling around for you unless someone is carrying you. Since we can’t have you crawling off too far though…” That smile tugged into a smirk as he retrieved the final item he’d brought over. A sturdy toddler style harness. Straps to go down over his shoulders, around his chest, evenly distributing the weight of the obvious leash already clipped to the panel at the back. Alex just leant forward obediently as he was fitted into it. A slight squeeze, but gentler than any of his other restraints which was a welcome change. What he could see of it wasn’t even that humiliating compared to the rest of his change in ‘clothes’. Of course unseen by him was the message now spelled out across his back, ‘Big girl in training’. 

It was by the shoulder straps of the harness that Zach lifted him off the chair to set down onto the soft, carpeted floor on all fours. A position he remembered with a blush that he seemed to have full time now he was supposed to stay in. Zach gave him a playful tug of the leash, already clutched in the rabbit’s grip, and started heading in the direction of the doors. “Your Daddy’s busy at the moment I think, but he’s already set you up somewhere to wait. So keep up with Uncle Zach sweetie.”

Zach easily pulled open one of the large doors with a single hand, showing off that he was a lot stronger than he looked and probably could of easily wrangled the poor kitten should things have come to that. For now Alex was behaving, not that he had much choice given his current situation. His legs so massively spread apart, mitted, gagged, leashed and harnessed under someone else’s control with no say in the matter. He couldn’t help but admit that his heart rate was increasing a little, for as much as he wanted to struggle and get away, another part of him, something soft whispering in the back of his head was telling him that this was just where he belonged.

Zach could only grin as he saw the internal conflict showing on the kitten’s face, having to pull somewhat on the leash at first to get Alex to follow, now there was no pulling needed. The big kitten was willfully following along, but of course his girly diapers made it hard for the new baby girl to keep up. The bunny didn’t mind though, he had done this with the dragon before, and he managed to handle the now Lexi just fine, so Alex’s petite self put up no challenge for the rabbit.

He continued to lead the cheetah back down the long hallway he had came from before, bringing him out into the entrance hall once more where Alex could smell the scent of cookies being baked from another set of double doors off to the side. Zach slightly tugged forwards with another chuckle. “Cmon baby girl, Daddy D is waiting and we don’t need you getting punished on your big night.” Alex stumbled forwards a little from the tug on the leash, though with some effort he managed to catch himself from face planting on the intricate rug laid out from the front door up to the stairs. Having to waddle and climb to crawl up them, Zach stopping every few steps to pat his knees at the poor kitten, who was given head ruffles and diaper rubs as rewards once they reached the top. Alex, much to the surprise of himself, actually found himself purring from the praise.

Once more they set out down a hallway, but thankfully this one was not nearly as long as the one that lead to the playwing. They passed a few rather impressive looking paintings along the way, as well as what the kitten could tell were various awards before coming to a third set of double doors, half the size of the ones that lead to the play wing, but still quite impressive in and of themselves.

Zach looked down at Alex with his palm raised in a stop motion, then reached towards the door and gave it a few good knocks before speaking out loud enough to go through the thick wood. “Daddy D, she’s all ready for you. Shall I bring her in?” A few moments passed with no obvious response, both Alex and Zach waiting with their own sort of nerves when suddenly the doors slowly opened, and there stood the husky in question. Sleeves rolled up, tie draped around his shoulders and waistcoat unbuttoned, and as he looked down at the kitten and all he could do was smile. “You three did an excellent job...As promised, once my kitten has had her big night and has settled in, you each will get personal, private sessions.”

The husky reached out his paw, Zach knowing exactly what was expected of him as he handed the canine Alex’s leash. Damian smiled and reached out with the other, rubbing the bunny between his ears and scratching one of them before finishing with a pat to the head. Zach had his eyes closed the entire time, only opening them once it was finished with his little cotton tail was wagging behind him. The husky just grinned and reached down, adding some solid diaper rubs before he pat him and nudged him wordlessly back down the hall, the silent instructions followed without hesitation.

The leash now in hand, Damian reached down and started giving the same rubbing and scratching treatment to the cheetah’s own ears, which earned a grin when Alex once more started purring and even nuzzling those large hands. “Good girl…” the husky said softly, the words seeming to linger on the air until the attentions stopped. Finally, he gave the leash a little tug and he led the big kitten into what Alex could now see was the husky’s office.

Every part of the room seemed to be made of differents types of wood, the flooring slatted with one color while the walls were paneled and lined with another. Only the ceiling changed the theme with having a giant skylight in the top, framed in the middle of a large vaulted ceiling with beams going across. The room screamed old fashioned, but the items within were clearly of a more modern take. A large TV set above the fireplace off to one side, radiating warmth throughout. In the center was a large darkwood desk that seemed to have everything one would need, monitors, printers, three different phones and some things the cheetah didn’t even know what they were.

The thing in the room that stood out the most though, was the massive playpen that was set up near the desk. Standing nearly as tall as the cheetah himself, lined with pink, plush cushioning, and filled with all kinds of stuffed animals and baby toys. The thing that quickly caught his eye though was the metal pole that was placed just inside the pen, nothing attached to it or near it. As if sensing him staring the husky chuckled and ruffled the kitten’s hair once more before tugging on the leash, leading him over to the massive pen before they stopped at its gate. “Does my baby girl like her new play pen? You get to be a good baby and play while Daddy sets up your big party, won’t that be nice?”

The husky gave that same smirking grin he always did and bent over, lifting Alex up by the underneath of his arms and chuckling at the cacophony of crinkles that sounded out in the process. “Oh Oliver always knows which one to pick.” He then positioned the cheetah on his hip and unlatched the gate, sliding it open as he brought Alex directly over to that pole he was eyeing earlier. Gently the husky sat him down in front of it, then slipped the leash off his wrist and carefully tied it around the pole where Alex would have the most slack, but there would be no untying of it unless someone else did the job.

Looking down at the sissy kitten know on ‘her’ knees, Damian grinned and gently gripped the back of Alex’s head, slowly pulling it forwards as forced the cheetah to look him in the eyes. Those perfect emerald orbs looking into the cheetah's own and trapping his attention there. Alex felt the light numbness coming over him once more, his eyes half closing as he let himself be moved. Damian could only smile as he pulled the cheetah towards his crotch, till they were pressed up against each other. The husky smiled and ground his hardening bulge against the locked up muzzle of the poor sissy kitten. “Mmm..As much as I would love to feed you a bottle right now, I have to make sure that everything is ready for the party-” Alex’s eyes twitched and the husky noticed, continuing to lightly hump as he spoke. “Yes baby girl, I said party. Daddy invited a bunch of friends over to meet the new addition to the family and give her a… proper welcome.”

With those words in the air the husky released his hold on Alex’s head, the cheetah able to see just how aroused Damian had become with the whole situation with the bulge in his pants threatening to pop them open. The kitten too could feel something stirring within him, but it wasn’t in his crotch, strangely enough...It was deeper than that, an almost empty feeling he had when he looked at that bulge that made the numbness spread more and more.

Alex could feel tiredness washing over him, his eyes heavy and his body numb. The husky clearly knew this was coming and grinned, pulling over a large pillow he laid it out then lead the kitten to lay across it. Alex looked up at the husky with blurry eyes, nearly asleep there and then, but he was awake just long enough for him to see one last thing. The sight of two bright, plastic emerald green eyes looking back at his own as he was once more given the stuffed husky from before. The cheetah pulled it in close to his chest with both arms, as he slowly faded into the deepest, most relaxing nap of his life, his bulbuous pacifier wriggling as he suckled on it.