Commission for Leoroc

No. No. Not again.
That was the only thing going through Leoroc’s mind as he heard the familiar buzzing and grinding from the laundry room, eyes dilating as he leapt out of the couch and sprinted across the house, through the kitchen and into the depressed room where his roommate’s washer and drier were situated. He frantically hit the big, red STOP button, tail fully flared to thrice its normal size, and jittering back and forth on his feet in anxiety. It took a full, agonizing minute before the thing powered down, all the while that horrible sound of shearing fabric was all the spotted leopard could hear, and, when he finally opened the washer, he saw what he’d been dreading. For not the first time, not the second time, but the third time in the past month, the damn washing machine had eaten his laundry, torn it to literal ribbons where it now lay in a soggy pile at the bottom.
The leopard shuddered, putting his face in his hands and groaning massively as he reached into the inert washer, pulling out a wad of ruined clothing. Supposedly the washer had been fixed after the last incident, any yet here he was, a college student who’s entire wardrobe had been destroyed inside of a week, and lacking the funding necessary to replace it… 
“Hey, Leoroc? What’s up?” The leopard’s ears perked, hearing his name called from the front of the house, and turned around with a start. Corren, his roommate, had just gotten home from work for Friday night, quick and quiet as ever, and stuck his head into the laundry room to see what all the groaning was about.
“You said you fixed this thing!” Leoroc said, groaning some more and realizing that he’d have to pick up some older clothes from his parents when he could, even though most of his old stuff didn’t fit properly anymore and was years out of date, then accented his accusation by smacking the washer with his hand.
“I did!” Corren said, stamping his simian foot. He was one of the rare monkey breeds, and had long, wild brown hair that he never bothered to comb, and now brushed it back out of his face in indignation, “It just doesn’t like you. I’ve never had a single problem with it, and neither has anybody else who’s used it. It’s literally just you.” The leopard paced back and forth in the laundry room for a few minutes while Corren looked on, then sighed and softened a bit. “Look… Are you really that screwed for clothes? I’ve got some stuff you could borrow, if you don’t mind looking a little silly I mean.”
“I’m certainly not walking around naked,” Leoroc replied, having foolishly put every last scrap of clothing in the wash minus the T-shirt and boxers he was currently wearing, in the hopes that he could get what he had left of his wardrobe washed before the thing malfunctioned again. But, that said, Leoroc wasn’t too keen on what Corren had said about the looking silly part. It wasn’t widely known, but, as his roommate, the leopard had quickly realized that the monkey had some… interests, which differed from the norm by a significant margin. That is, Corren liked to wear diapers and dress like a small child, sometimes in private and sometimes in public, and it was no great secret. He’d been happy to explain this to Leoroc when the leopard had found out, though it had been an uncomfortable conversation for him to sit through.
Corren smiled, and took Leoroc’s paw in a strong hand, “Come on, I’ll get you fixed up then,” he said, and started pulling the leopard down the side hall and into his bedroom.
“H-hey!” The spotted feline objected, but his lean body was no match for the simian’s strength and he promptly found himself standing by the door as Corren dug through his closet, then came out a few minutes later with a stack of clothing and a grin that gave the lie to any good intentions he might have had by the gesture. Leoroc stared, dumbfounded, and, still half convinced this was either a joke or a bad dream, looked over the overalls, cartoon adorned T-shirt, Blue’s Clues socks and rainbow pokadot briefs that he’d just been handed. “Dude… You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” Leoroc said, not taking his eyes off the absurd outfit. He’d look like some snot nosed five year old!
“Hey, I’ve got clothes that need washing too,” Corren said, shrugging, and neglected to mention that the outfit had come right out of his AB/DL wardrobe, “And it’s not easy to drive stuff down to the laundry mat every week, so that’s what I have. Would you rather go to the store naked?”
The leopard froze, fur bristling, “Oh no… No no no, you can’t expect me to go out like that!” He glanced down at the outfit again, then back up at the monkey, who was apparently dead serious, and shrugged dismissively.
“Sure, you know the chore schedule. Friday nights; I make dinner, you do the week’s shopping. Now scoot, I’ve got everything we need for sauce but you’re going to need to get the pasta. Get dressed and hurry, you’ve got half an hour before it’s ready, and you know what happens if you back out on chores,” Corren said, referring to an article in their roommate agreement, which the monkey had insisted upon, that stated that if either of them failed to do their chores on time, barring a serious reason, they’d be responsible for all chores for the following week. 
“Oh- Oh come on! Can’t we switch chores tonight?! I’ll cobble something together tomorrow. I don’t want to wear kid’s clothes to the store! I’ve got friends who work there…” Leoroc’s complaints had rather seemlessly turned into childish whining as the monkey looked on, dressed in his casual work slacks. He was a few years older than Leoroc, and about three pegs higher in terms of dominance despite his childish hobby, and the leopard should have known begging would do no good. The spotted cat averted his eyes after a few moments of staring, submitting, and walked off to his bedroom with the stack of clothing.
With disdain, the leopard set the pitiful composition down on his messy bed’s sheets and shut the door. There was no chance in hell he was wearing the pokadot undies or kid’s T-shirt, since he had his holdout shirt and boxers on already, but the overalls were bad enough on their own. Upon holding them up, he saw that the buttons that fastened beneath the shoulders had trucks on the snaps, and an actual butt flap that buttoned up the crotch. He didn’t want to think about what that was for… But it was in his size, embarrassing as it would be to go to the store in it, and it was still better than doing the monkey’s laundry list of chores in addition to his own next week, so he swallowed his pride and stepped into the childish, denim garment. They felt open around the crotch and butt, and the tail-hole was wider than he was used to, allowing anyone who looked at him from behind to see his underwear, but they were just boxers so he wasn’t too concerned. The socks he put on with a blush, having lost all of his in the first load, and, sighing and looking at his phone to check the time, laced up his runners and started walking to the store.
Luckily, the suburban neigborhood he lived in wasn’t too lively at 6:00 Pm on a Friday, so he didn’t have to deal with too much stigma from his neighbors, but that all changed when he got to the local grocery store, which was packed with soccer moms and their brats, who needed no excuse to tease someone who stood out.
More than a few snickers came from the preteens in the parking lot as Leoroc tried and failed to hide his face behind an arm, blushing bright red and shaking his head in frustration. “Awww, does the little cub need his diaper changed?” One six year old wolf said as Leoroc took a basket from the stack and glared at him, moments before his mother took him by the paw and dragged him off. Growling, the leopard clenched his fists as the pup stuck his tongue out and snickered. After that, he would have happily kept himself out of the public eye for a month, and he dreaded what was going to happen if he couldn’t cobble together some reasonable clothes by Monday morning when classes started up again…
Eternally conscious of his childish outfit, and more than a little frustrated and impotent as a few other little punks made jibes about him in the aisles, calling the leopard kitten or cub, and his blushing face only made them all the more enthusiastic in their teasing. He knew this would happen. Knew it, and Leoroc had every intention of bringing it up with his roommate when he got home. 
The leopard powered through, as much as he wanted to just cover his face in shame and humiliation and run home, but in the end he gathered the week’s groceries and walked up to the till, too embarrassed to pay any attention to who was behind the counter.
“Leoroc?” Came a familiar, feminine voice, and the leopard’s eyes dilated as he looked up at the grinning, somewhat confused feline face of a girl he knew from his program, one with a tremendous reputation as a gossip. He flushed bright crimson in the face as she chuckled, and started ringing up his groceries, “Wardrobe malfunction?”
“Y-yeah…” The leopard said, looking away from the other feline, whom he had known since junior year, and sincerely hoped nobody was taking smart phone pictures of him right now, “Washer tore up a bunch of my clothes,” he tried to explain, awkward as could be imagined, and received another chuckle from the girl across the counter.
“So you had to squeeze into your five year old brother’s overalls?” She asked, bagging the food as he handed over his debit card and tried to hide his face in shame, then gathered up his bags and practically ran for the sliding front door, hearing as he did the other feline shake her head and say, “The girls are going to have a riot with this.”
He scrambled home, tail very much between his legs, and far more exhausted than he had any right to be on a Friday night as he came in through the front door and dropped the groceries at his roommate’s feet, looking very displeased.
“You really couldn’t have found anything more dignified for me, could you?” He said, accusatory, but Corren just shrugged.
“Hey, I did you a favor,” Corren said, rolling his eyes and stirring the pasta sauce, and emptying the rigatoni into the boiling pot of water, “and I never did hear a thank you, so that doesn’t make it too likely I’ll do it again.” His look suggested that Leoroc should amend that immediately, and he averted his gaze again.
“Thanks, I guess…” The leopard admitted, frustration forgotten, “Even though I got teased senseless at the store. Why do you even own kid’s overalls?”
“I like to feel little sometimes,” the monkey said with a shrug, tossing the food, “Maybe you should try it sometime. You’re way too concerned about how people act around you.”
Leoroc sighed, returning to his room and stripping the degrading outfit off, “Whatever, man,” he said, as dinner was served and they sat down to eat in silence. The rest of the evening passed more or less as normal for a weekend. They watched TV, Leoroc tried to study a bit, but couldn’t concentrate, the episode in the store too heavy in his thoughts, and he took an early bedtime, hitting the mattress like a fallen rock by eleven and falling immediately into a deep sleep.
***

The leopard slept better that night than he had in a long, long time. So well, in fact, that he might have later argued he’d slept too well. Drowsy and disoriented, Leoroc drifted out of the hazy half-sleep that came between unconsciousness and full alertness early the next morning, rolling back and forth as the sun from his bedroom window fell on his face and slowly drew him out towards wakefulness. Groaning, he reached up to rub his eyes, then, finding that his heavy comforter was in the way, kicked it off and sat up, unpleased.
Squuuiiishhh.
Leoroc blinked, ears twitching at the sound of water being rung from a soaked towel, and looked down at the striped blue sheets around his crotch, still dressed in his boxers and T-shirt from the previous night, and slowly went limp as the thick, clammy odor of stale urine met his nostrils, and he realized that he had not only wet, but legitimately soaked his bed, undergarments, and felt the clinging, soggy fabric all the way up to the center of his spine, the white T-shirt being one of the last pieces of clothing he owned now stained bright yellow in several places, and from an unmistakable source. 
Twitching in confusion and denial, Leoroc pulled himself slowly to his feet, paws trembling as he turned around and looked at the dark splotch in the center of his mattress, right where his crotch had rested all night long, and, while the conclusion was obvious, he couldn’t… wouldn’t bring himself to admit it. The leopard had never wet the bed. Never. Not as a child, and certainly not now! It was impossible!
“Hey, Leoroc?” Corren said from outside the leopard’s bedroom door, knocking. He froze, tail tripling in size, but, mouth hanging open like an idiot, he couldn’t form words. To Leoroc’s horror, the monkey knocked again, then opened the door and stuck his head in, “Leoroc, you’re going to help me with…” He started, then stopped abruptly in mid sentence, sniffing, and looked around the room slowly, taking in the petrified feline in his soaked boxers and T-shirt, the soggy circle on the sheets and mattress that he’d lent to Leoroc, then his shock faded to conviction, and he nodded. “Strip the bed and get all your wet clothes together in a pile, I’ll take them down to the laundry mat for you when I’ve got time. In the mean time, I guess I’ll have to lend you some more clothes…” 
The leopard was dumbstruck at how his roommate was taking this in stride, and could only stare in open anxiety and astonishment as Corren gave a reassuring smile, then shut the door again and walked down the hall. It must have been ten minutes before Leoroc could properly admit to himself that this had actually happened, and wasn’t some cruel dream or trick of the mind. He’d wet the bed, no two ways about it, and now he was about to deal with the fallout…
Failing any sort of self-initiative, Leoroc blindly started obeying the last input he’d received, removing his urine soaked shirt and throwing it in the empty hamper, then stripping his sodden sheets and comforter as well, and just finished when his roommate returned, pushing the door open with a stack of clothes and a sheet set in his arms, as well as some sort of plastic case. “You never told me you were a bed wetter, Leoroc,” Corren said, setting the clothes down on his dresser and, if he felt any awkwardness from seeing the leopard in nothing but soggy boxers, he didn’t show it.
“I- Err… I’m not!” The clearly confused and defensive feline said, tail up and flicking in irritation, “This has never happened before…!” He said, trying his best to explain, but even Leoroc seemed to realize how lame this was coming across as, and, while Corren didn’t say bullshit, the look he gave his roommate made it unnecessary.
Corren shrugged dismissively, tossing the plastic case to Leoroc, “These are for you. I want you wearing them to bed from now on, and during the day while you’re wearing my clothes. I’ll tell you when I’m convinced you’re not going to ruin anything, but until then it’s 24/7 for you.” The leopard’s snout gaped as he looked down at what Corren had given him. The front of the plastic case said 24 Count Child Printed Training Pants, 30-46” Waist. If the leopard thought the shame of wetting the bed was bad, the suggestion that he might actually be reduced to training pants like some bratty three year old that piddled on the carpet was enough that you could fry an egg on the top of his head for all the heat it was giving off. The monkey paid no apparent mind to Leoroc’s plight, and even grinned at the shade of bright red that the leopard’s face was turning, “They should fit. And, just to make sure you’re not sneaking around in big boy pants, I’ll be dressing you from now on. No objections.”
Not bothering to let the astonished, humiliated feline catch his breath, Corren dropped the outfit he’d chosen for Leoroc today on the dresser, then picked up the stack of sheets and comforter that he’d picked out for the leopard’s bed, since his needed washing. As though everything up to this point weren’t bad enough, Leoroc stared in dismay at the baby blue vinyl, waterproof sheet set that he held up. The leopard’s face was turning purple now, cheeks so flushed with blood that he was liable to apoplexy if this went on for much longer, but the monkey only grinned and reveled in his shame, butting in when the leopard opened his mouth to object.
“If you remember correctly,” Corren said, holding up the new set of sheets, “I lent this box spring and mattress to you when you moved in here. They’re mine, not yours, and we both know you don’t have the money to replace it or anything else you might ruin with your little kitten accidents. That’s what these are for,” he nodded at the fitted sheets, and the childish, cartoon printed comforter that Leoroc hadn’t the slightest clue you could even get in double size. Next, he turned his attention to the clothing, which had sunk overnight from frustratingly childish to unacceptably, insultingly infantile. “This is a onesie, you’re going to be sleeping in them from now on until I’m confident you can keep from having accidents in bed,” Corren explained, holding what looked like a colorful T-shirt that buttoned up the crotch, “It’ll prevent your training pants from sagging and leaking when you make piddles.”
“P-Piddles!?” Leoroc said in disbelief, staring at the pathetic excuse for a garment that was being proffered to him, and Corren’s amused grin at his reluctance to regress himself so. “Y-you’ve got to be kidding me, Corren. There is no way in hell I’m wearing this stuff!” The leopard said, asserting himself for the first time. He was ready to punch the monkey if this was all a joke. He had other clothes, Leoroc knew it, he was deliberately coercing him into dressing like a kid because it got him off or some crap like that.
The monkey’s playful grin went hard when Leoroc started yelling and swearing, and he shot a glare at the leopard that had the same effect on him as a pin does to a balloon. “Yes, you are. Unless you want to replace that eight hundred dollar mattress that you damaged last night. And before you start whining about that, let me remind you that our roommate agreement, a legal document which you signed, clearly states that any destroyed property of the other’s will be replaced, or reimbursed in cash. I’m trying to be nice here, and do you a favor Leoroc. Don’t insult me. Trainers on, now.”
For far from the first time today, Leoroc gaped at his roommate, never having been snapped at by the simian before, and in a way that the leopard couldn’t properly define. He sounded like a cop, or a high school principle, someone who was used enough to command that they could draw on the effect at will, and he found himself, albeit reluctantly, obeying, only realizing the absurdity of what he was doing when he’d torn open the case and found himself looking down at a crinkling, plastic backed pull-up, which wouldn’t have looked at all out of place in a pre-school or daycare nursery, except for the enlarged size. “C-come on, man… You can’t be serious…” Leoroc practically begged, looking pathetically down at the garment with ruined pride, but the glare didn’t subside.
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Corren replied, crossing his arms, “Now put it on, before I do it for you.” That was the last straw. Leoroc’s tail went straight between his legs, and, conscious of the fact that he hadn’t even showered yet, despite his desperate need for one, he turned away from his roommate, pulled down his boxers, and, very reluctantly and with no end of shame, pulled the pull-up on, encasing his crotch in the soft, childish, crinkling plastic and padding. Ears lain back against his head, the leopard turned around to find Corren smiling again, as though the tense moment hadn’t happened at all, “There now,” he continued, setting the onesie aside and searching through the clothes pile before holding up the pair of overalls similar to the one from the previous day, only that these cut off at the knee instead of the ankle, and had a much more prominent set of crotch snaps. “Was that really so hard?” The monkey said, his tail swishing back and forth behind him as he looked over the humiliated feline’s lean, lithe body, now accented by a cute pair of training pants. He looked like he was made for them.
“This is degrading…” Leoroc murmured to himself, despite the obvious nature of the statement, and averted his eyes, then spoke up, “How am I supposed to wear that without a shirt…?” He asked, not even wanting to contemplate the idea of dressing like a four year old and being blackmailed into training pants, of all things. It was just too much to take in all at once.
“The onesie, of course,” Corren replied, chuckling as though this was obvious, and, before Leoroc could object, he’d taken the leopard by the paw and, surprisingly strong, turned him around to face the wall. Before he realized what was going on, his roommate had unfolded the onesie again and was pulling it down over his head. Still in a deeply submissive mindset, Leoroc squirmed, but didn’t dare resist as the monkey dressed him, first snapping up the crotch on the block adorned garment before having him step into the shortalls and buttoning those up, too. “Great, everything fits fine,” he said, quite pleased with himself, and ignored the groan that eminated from the leopard. He gave Leoroc a swat on the padded backside, enjoying his squeak of unhappiness at the reminder of what he was wearing, then nodded at the door, “Go take a shower, and keep in mind I’ll be checking to make sure you put those back on when you get out. You’re not the first reluctant cub I’ve dealt with, kitty.”
Unable to convene a response to that, Leoroc hurried out of the room and locked the bathroom door behind him, desperate for the chance to organize his thoughts and figure out what the actual hell was going on here. Corren, the guy he’d been roommates with for over a year, had suddenly turned into a coercive, manipulative jerk that was using one chance accident, probably resulting from the stress of losing his entire wardrobe and being forced to go to the store dressed like a two year old, to further regress him, this time to the point of toddlerdom. He stripped down and showered, struggling for a good ten minutes with the snaps of his onesie before being able to remove it, and got out only to realize that he was actually expected to wear that stuff from now on… 
“Hey, Leoroc? Are you almost done? I need in there, too.” Corren said, knocking on the door to the bathroom, then continued, “Breakfast is on the table, when you get out!” Grumbling, Leoroc pulled his onesie over his head, grimacing in distaste as the snaps clicked together easily, but fought him tooth and nail whenever he tried to undo them. The snugness around the crotch, especially with the especially thick undergarments, was off-putting for Leoroc, and, when the steam had cleared and he finally saw himself in the full outfit, he gaped, realizing just how much of a child he looked like. Apparently tired of waiting, Corren once again let himself into the bathroom, since Leoroc was dawdling, and the leopard was startled to see that the monkey, too, was dressed in an infantile fashion today, sporting a cute pair of baggy shorts and cartoon T-shirt similar to his own, and which betrayed Corren’s own like for training pants. Without a word, he approached the leopard and undid the snaps on his shortalls, heedless of the invasion of personal space, and checked to make sure he was, indeed, wearing the training pants still. “Good boy,” he said with a wink, then sent his roommate out of the bathroom while he took his shower.
Glowering in shame from the events of the morning, but surprisingly hungry and thirsty all things considered, Leoroc walked to the kitchen and took his plate of pancakes and orange juice from where Corren had left them, eating quickly and efficiently and letting the troubles of his childish garments slip away into the monkey’s impressive cooking. Satisfied, he set about doing his share of the chores for the day, then set about to relaxing, since it was a Saturday after all, and very nearly forgot what he was wearing as he went out to sign off on a delivery for his roommate, receiving a quizzical look from the postman as he looked over the leopard, who only belatedly realized he was still dressed like a cub and blushed, signing quickly before muttering a thanks and returning to the living room.
From then on, very little else differed from business as usual that morning. Around lunch, Leoroc sat down to watch some TV, but Corren was already lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and watching…
“Hey… are those cartoons?” Leoroc asked, looking at the television skeptically as he saw his normally mature, adult roommate apparently rapt with interest in whatever the heck the colorful characters on the screen were doing. He had known for quite a while that Corren liked acting like a cub, the few awkward conversations they’d had about it had given Leoroc only the slight insight that it was for stress release, though he inwardly doubted that, but he’d always been tactful and private about it, which the leopard was grateful for. And yet here he was, having dressed them both like cubs, sitting around watching Saturday morning cartoon shows? 
“Yeah! They’re great,” the monkey said, patting the sofa and nodding for Leoroc to join him, which, reluctantly, he did. About half an hour passed, during which the leopard stared blankly at the screen, unable to understand what was going on in the children’s show aside from the obvious, but at the same time unable to look away… It was hypnotic, enticing and playful and colorful, and it just made him feel good to sit back and watch, though he wouldn’t have been caught dead doing it of his own accord, let alone in front  of someone.
The trance was broken when Leoroc realized that, totally unannounced to him, he was squirming around his seat with a desperately full bladder from all the juice and water he’d consumed that morning, but waited until it reached critical mass out of a desire to see what crazy shenanigan was going to occur next in the adventures of this or that fictional character, and promptly stood to excuse himself. “I- err… Need to go to the bathroom…” Leoroc admitted, and started waddling his way towards the toilet as his bladder spasmed with growing urgency.
Shutting the door behind him, the leopard wriggled back and forth, biting his lip and fighting the awkward kid’s outfit he’d been bullied into, eventually managing to get the shortalls off and discard them across the room before grabbing the snaps on his onesie’s crotch, and, with dismay, remembering how much they had fought him earlier. The buttons proved equally stubborn, this time, and, inevitably, his bladder failed before his trembling hands could force them to cooperate. For the second time that day, Leoroc whined in abject helplessness as his body did things he could neither explain nor warrant under normal circumstances, and he felt the padding in the training pants grow warm and squishy between his legs, and certainly wouldn’t have held his accident if not for the onesie, which had caused the accident in the first place. 
Flushed with shame and humiliation from not his first, but his second accident of the day, Leoroc finally bullied off the snaps of his onesie and looked down at the used pull-up, dreading what Corren would say if he found out about this. It would just justify his views, and give the damn monkey even more cause to treat him like a child. Swallowing hard, Leoroc slipped out of the training pants and buried the soaked garments under the other bathroom garbage in the waste bin before padding down the hall silently to avoid his roommate’s range of vision, grimacing as he had to submit to another pair of the crinkling, padded garments, having soaked the first, and was distinctly aware that, if he hadn’t been wearing them, he would have soaked through the onesie, shortalls, and probably left a puddle on the floor besides.
Maybe he was right… Leoroc thought dryly, putting his absurd costume back on and opening the door to his bedroom, only to walk face first into his roommate’s stern chest with a squeak. “H-hey, Corren… What’s up?” The leopard said lamely, backing off and trying to play cool, but felt his face contract involontarily at the sight of the soggy pull-up that the monkey was holding between two fingers.
“If you want to pretend to use the toilet convincingly,” Corren said, setting a waste bin labeled diaper pail inside Leoroc’s bedroom and disposing of the soaked training pant in it, “You might want to consider flushing next time, kitten.” 
Leoroc wanted to face palm. How had he been so careless? Obviously the shock of just having wet his pants had something to do with it, but, ashamed, the leopard could do nothing but avert his eyes and mutter an apology.
While the leopard stood slumped over, tail twitching in utter humiliation at how much of a nightmare he was becoming, Corren took two large steps over and unbuttoned his crotch flap, checking with a finger to make sure he hadn’t shunted his promise to keep in training pants, and nodded, “Well, at least you’re an honest kitten,” he said, buttoning him back up, “but from now on, I expect to hear about every accident you have, day or night, and there’ll be consequences if you don’t. Just you wait and see.” Leoroc whimpered, taking his words as law now that he’d been properly bullied into a submissive position, and let the monkey take him back out to the living room and sit him down on his lap, clearly taking the position of older sibling for himself, and kept one arm wrapped around the leopard’s waist, restraining him from getting up without permission for much of the afternoon. “Now, since you’re a cub anyway,” he explained later on, having Leoroc set the table for dinner, “And I don’t feel like doing twice as much laundry every week, from now on you’re going to be wearing outfits three days before they go in the laundry. I’ll get you some spray, and kid safe shampoo to keep yourself clean,” the leopard’s roommate explained, once again walking over and giving his butt a pat, just to remind him of what sort of undergarments he was wearing.
“Yes, Corren…” Leoroc said, since there wasn’t really much else to do, and blushed as the monkey insisted on him wearing a bib at the table, now. At this rate… He thought to himself, fingering his salad with a dismayed expression, In a week he’s going to drag out that high chair he keeps in the closet and try to feed me with nursing bottles…
With a slow, arduous realization, Leoroc slowly shook his head, and took his dinner to the fridge, shivering. Corren had long since finished and retired to his bedroom for the evening, and, following his example, the leopard contained his anxiety until he got there. Shuddering all over, he examined with despair what had become of his room. Where normally he had band T-shirts and blue jeans, his roommate had stacked a pile of overalls, shorts, onesies, and cartoony clothing that a six year old would have been too embarrassed to wear in public. His normally bland set of sheets now reflected his new status. They were plastic, colorful, and printed with blocks and trucks, leaving him all the dignity of a nursery. He slowly stripped off his shortalls and folded them on the dresser, knowing that, if Corren saw them left on the floor or out of order, he’d almost certainly use it as an excuse to regress him further… 
But did he really need an excuse? Leoroc had, without realizing it, submitted to the monkey little by little since he’d moved in here. Signing the rent agreement, which he hadn’t realized was legally binding in the beginning, getting roped into the monkey’s debt with dozens of forgotten favors here and there over the past year, and finally letting his wardrobe be systematically destroyed by a broken washing machine, and thereby putting himself fully into his grasp. He might have even set it up so that I’d be in that position… He thought, hanging his head in shame at the realization of how well he’d been played, but his vision only filled with the degrading onesie that he was being bullied into wearing to bed.
So that you don’t leak when you make piddles, Corren had explained, inferring of course that he was going to be making piddles again, and again, and again, and again… Just like he’d planned, just like he’d intended from the beginning. Ashamed, embarrassed, but backed into a corner with no way out, Leoroc turned off his bedroom light, and was startled to see that the monkey had installed a little blue night light next to his bed, the kind that bolts into the socket and can’t easily be removed, to prevent a child from shocking themselves. Hopeless, and totally aware of the permanence of his situation, the leopard gave up, ignoring the kitten safe shampoo and conditioner, one bottle for minimal fuss! Bottle, amongst other things on his night stand, and crawled into his crinkling sheets, curling powerlessly around a pillow for what little comfort it would give, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Not an hour later, the drugs Corren had plied his food with kicked in, and Leoroc’s pull up grew warm and wet between his legs, the leopard’s second nocturnal accident in a row, and the third total of many, many more accidents to come.