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     Dungeon of Crawling.

     For Toya

     By Psudo Argyraspides

    

    

    

    

     Seeing his only possible escape, Toya tensed, waited for the three of them to close in, then tried to dive between the naked crow’s legs, hitting the ground shoulder first and rolling, but his limbs were still achy from sleeping for so long, and the gesture was too little, too late. Anzu grabbed him by the nape of his neck, gently but firmly, and arrested his dive with such force that the wolf yelped in surprise, and immediately began to kick and squirm. “I’m sorry, Toya,” The skunk said with a shrug as he and Matteo each grabbed a flailing arm and helped to move him into a nearby clearing, “This isn’t exactly ideal for the rest of us either, in case you hadn’t noticed. We’re not any keener on being dressed like yearlings than you are.”

     “Screw you guys!” Toya said as he found himself in the middle of the softly carpeted room, “You know what I had to go through as a cub! This is ten times worse for me than it would be for you!” Letting go of his nape, the crow took hold of Toya’s wrists and pinned them down with a sigh, letting him fight and squirm all he wanted against the paladin’s much superior strength and grip, to no avail. Farix muttered a spell of binding that tied the fur on the underside of the wolf’s legs to the carpet, meaning that, if he wanted to move them, it would either mean taking out all that fur, or tearing up the carpet from the floor. He tried, and received the obvious results.

     “I was a bedwetter,” Matteo said, leaving the diapering of the wolf to the other two and quietly playing a song of calming on his lute, which, as intended, helped to calm Toya as Farix picked out one of the diapers from the strange case they’d come in, they were all identical so it didn’t really make a difference which, and wincing at the two inches of bulk that each of them had, “Sheesh… Where did he even get this much of this stuff…” The raccoon said. As was typical for a bard, he was also the group’s defacto trader, keeping up to date on who offered the best prices for what, and distributing the coin from dungeon loot appropriately to the rest of the party. The material used in much of the constructions was something called plastic, an alchemical material that, while being incredibly useful in a lot of different situations, was also prohibitively expensive at every turn.

     A groan of displeasure came from the wolf’s muzzle as he saw the diaper Farix had taken out of the case, and he blushed tremendously, “Come on, guys! I’m not even going to be able to walk in that! We can get by any traps this guy laid, just… don’t put that thing on me!”

     “Come on, Toya,” Farix said, straddling one of the wolf’s legs as he wedged an arm between Toya’s back and the carpet, giving him an opening to slip the diaper up underneath him, then let his backside fall onto the heavily padded seat, “I know this is uncomfortable for you, and that you desperately hate being treated like a cub, but this time there’s no avoiding it. We’ve all come to grips with that, you haven’t. Now in five minutes we’re all going to look like just as much like fussy toddlers as you are, so don’t try and blame us for this.”

     “Hmph!” The wolf pouted, sounding exactly like the bratty cub that he was so veherently claiming not to be, and would have crossed his arms over his chest if it weren’t for the paladin sitting on them. “I’m not a cub…”

     “You do kind of act like it, sometimes,” Farix replied, shrugging as he hesitated with the bottle of powder, reluctant to admit that they were actually going to be using these diapers, then blushed for the wolf’s sake and sprinkled it over his crotch, pulling the snug pamper up around Toya’s waist and taping it in place. There was a slight pop of magic as he did so, but Farix didn’t catch sight of it quick enough to determine its purpose, and made a note to do so when the rest of them got dressed.

     “Now Toya,” Anzu said, loosening his grip on the wolf, “I’m going to let you go. Are you going to put the onesie on without fighting?” Toya grumbled his affirmative, then pulled his arms free of the crow’s vice like grip, glowering intently at the diaper around his waist as though he could make it burst into flames with his gaze. A few seconds later, the wolf was hit in the face by a high-velocity onesie, which, with dismay, he immediately noticed was the piddle puppy one from before. He growled.

     “I’m not wearing this,” Toya said. Matteo, who was sitting by the dresser, tossed him several more onesies, each of which had an equally humiliating phrase, picture, or something like printed onto the front, or embroidered into the fabric. Eventually, his anger wavering, he just whimpered, “This is so degrading…” And, submitting, pulled the onesie over his head and snapped it up around his crotch. By now, the rest of the group, with nearly as much relluctance as the wolf had shown, was dressing themselves, in garments every bit as humiliating as Toya’s.

     “How are we supposed to fight in this…?” Farix grumbled to himself, repeating the diapering procedure with somewhat more difficulty than he had had with Toya. The diapers looked thick from the outside, sure, but once he had actually taped it up, and realized just how much it restricted his movement, the skunk suddenly felt a pang of guilt for the wolf, and couldn’t help but blush on his own behalf. Remembering his earlier note, Farix watched intently as he finished taping the diaper up for the small flash of magic, and, when he saw it, blinked in surprise at what he thought he’d seen. Cautiously reaching down, the skunk took a hold of the tapes of his diaper and pulled to either side, trying to dislodge them. As he’d feared, no amount of force was enough to remove them, and the waistband clung so snugly to his fur that a sheet of paper couldn’t have fit between him and it. “Oh great… We’re stuck.”

     Various groans of discontent came from the rest of the group. Anzu, who was rather adorably stumbling about as he tried to get his balance back on two legs while swinging his sword, kept almost falling over from the unfamiliar bulk between his legs. Matteo seemed better equipped than the skunk or crow, and, to everyone’s surprise, Toya didn’t seem slowed down at all by the giant diaper and onesie, moving through a few motions with his knives with as much grace as he usually did, almost as though, now that they were all pampered together, he felt a need to show off.

     “How the heck are you doing that, Toya?” Farix said, stepping off the crib where he’d laid down to get dressed, only to bow his legs and, bracing himself against the crib bars, take a few tentative steps in the strange garments.

     “Years of practice,” Toya said, blushing and looking away, “My pack told my older cousins to take care of me, because it was below them to take care of pups on their own, and I was a runt… They used to like to pretend I was a rabbit, and chase me all over our territory…” The wolf blushed and squirmed a bit, as though remembering some particularly uncomfortable series of events, “Needless to say, I got pretty good at moving in… you know… these.”

     With a bit of prodding from Farix, and much blushing on the part of Toya, they eventually got him to share a few tips on moving dressed like this, each of the four taking their own method of dealing with the embarassment of trying to adventure while dressed up like a toddler. Anuz, much to everyone else’s amusement, was trying to act exactly like nothing of consequence was going on, and this was just one more dungeon, his usual straight-face turned up to eleven with all these sudden developments. Farix was being even quieter than usual, and, without being prompted, began intently examining the area around them for spells and enchantments, cursing himself for having neglected to notice the trap door they’d fallen through in the chamber room. It made a decent distraction from the fact that he was stuck in, and, more than likely, would soon be forced to use, the bulky pampers between his legs. Matteo was the calmest of all of them, his big, gray and black tail flicking this way and that behind him as he tuned his lute, almost happier than usual. The wolf, however, having smelt the blood in the water, was taking every available opportunity to tease, coo at, or otherwise show himself up as the most aptly equipped at these peculiar set of circumstances.

     “Alright, is everyone ready to move on?” Anzu said, looking around at the other three of them, “We’re probably not going to be able to come back here, so make sure you have everything you need.”

     “I wish we had something to eat,” Farix said, blushing as he waddled over to the door of the chamber, one which nobody in the room had yet touched. The other three agreed, nodding. The last thing any of them had eaten was Toya’s brief escapade at the banquet table, and that, by the looks of him, had cost him a few years in age. Rather cautiously, the group’s mage opened the door, sticking his head out and looking around cautiously. “Huh… This is… oddly innocent,” he said, opening the door wider, and waddling into what might have been a posh, upper class kitchen. There was a table full of food, meat, vegetables, and loaves of freshly baked bread, as well as four identical set places at the table.

     “Well look at that…” Toya said, licking his chops, but knowing full well that it would probably cost him more of his adulthood to indulge, and he that price simply wasn’t worth it. “It’s obviously a trap, guys… I learned that the hard way.” Out of the corner of his eye, Toya caught a glimpse of what looked like a wooden plaque, hanging on one of the walls next to the door. Just to make sure, Toya tried to open it, and, sure enough, it was locked. “Hey guys, check this out…”

     Taking the plaque from the wall, Farix blinked at it, and, translating it out of the northern tongue that it was written in, blinked with surprise with what he was reading.

     “What’s it say, Farix? Can you read it?” Anzu said, looking thoroughly ridiculous in a Lil’ featherbutt onesie with cute little eggs all over it and carrying a great sword nearly so long as he was. Wincing, Farix read it exactly as it was, blushing all the while.

     “Welcome to your first challenge, my adorable little diaperbutts. By now I’m sure you’ve figured out that touching strange food in my dungeon isn’t a particularly wise idea. If that’s not the case, however, enjoy the thoroughly messed diaper, and I hope you took my offer of a free change in exchange for the wolf’s dignity. If not, you have my pity, and my amusement.

     Being the benevolent captor that I am, there is, in fact, a way for you to eat the food on the table without consequences. In the center of the table you’ll find four large nursing bottles full of baby formula, one for each of you. Removing the lids or cutting them open will invalidate the challenge and you get to move on without breakfast. Distribute them how you will, however, bare in mind that one of them is heavily spiked with a powerful potion that will act as an extremely strong laxative and diuretic approximately thirty minutes after ingestion. The door will open upon completion of the four bottles.”

     “Oh great,” Toya said, complaining loudly, “First diapers, now we’re being bottle nursed, what’s next?” The wolf rolled his eyes and grumbled, waddling over to one of the four set seats on the table and, crinkling loudly, sitting down on it. The other three joined him shortly, there being very little else of interest in the unwaivering light of the flame-less lanterns that the faerie seemed fond of.

     “Which one is spiked? If we can figure that out, we can minimize the impact of the…” Anzu started to say, trying to reassure the group with his normal, no-nonsense leadership voice, despite the absurdity of their circumstances, but it just fell flat when he couldn’t think of a term to describe the bottles that didn’t drive home just how humiliatingly screwed they were at the moment. “Just… check the bottles, Farix.”

     “No difference that I can see…” The skunk said, switching through both of the magical spectrums that he had at his immediate disposal, and seeing nothing special, “My poison-checker probably wouldn’t pick up a potion like that, especially if he’s deliberately trying to hide it.”

     “Wonderful,” Matteo said, grinning and putting an arm around Toya’s shoulders, “See? I told you it was a good idea to dress you up like that. Now whoever it is who winds up needing a change can get one, and you don’t have to feel horribly guilty later on. Everybody wins!”

     “Except me…” The wolf grumbled, blushing at the reminder of his current state of dress. “Whatever… I’m too hungry to really care anymore. Let’s just each drink our stupid bottles so we can get some real food…” Grabbing one of the bottles off the tray, Toya sat back down and lent back in his chair. He desperately didn’t want anyone to see him drinking it, and would have turned his chair around if that didn’t raise so many questions, but eventually thought better of it. Instead, he waited for everyone else to start drinking, Matteo having very little problem, while Farix struggled awkwardly to find a suckling tempo, especially with his cheeks as red and hot as they were, and, worst of all, Anzu desperately trying to drink the milk with a beak, and finding it virtually impossible.

     Once he was sure everyone else was occupied, Toya relaxed, and, blushing inwardly, began to drink the formula. A rush of near euphoria rose up in the wolf’s belly as he began to drink, his suckle reflex having stuck with him for years after the many mandatory feedings he’d received, even into his early adolescence, to encourage growth, the village elders had insisted, but, at the end of the day, Toya had just seen it as one more thing that the bullies could tease him about, and oh had they had a field day upon learning that the runty piddle pup was still suckling at the age of nine.

     Unknown to Toya, everyone else in the room was slowly becoming enthralled by their bottles, almost as much as he himself was, and were in no position to notice or criticize him. The formula was almost addictive, and, after ten minutes of near constant suckling, the four of them blushed, sat their bottles back down on the table, and looked at one another, an unspoken agreement of we speak of this to nobody passing between them. Anzu’s stomach grumbled loudly, birds not being quite so adaptable to large influxes of dairy as mammals were, and, cautiously, he reached out and took a bite of bread to calm his stomach, which, thankfully, it did, and with no curse of hyper incontinence, either, to everyone’s satisfaction.

     “Well, at least the food is good!” Matteo said, happily digging into anything he could get his paws on, and he wasn’t wrong. All the food they dug into was masterfully cooked, so much so that Farix almost questioned whether or not it was actually real. They’d been quietly suckling on their bottles for almost ten minutes after arriving, and everything was still piping hot and succulent. “Better than we eat on our own, most of the time.”

     “I only wish we had our packs, here,” Anzu said, standing back up when he was thoroughly finished picking the bones of a roast chicken, the leg of which he’d stripped to the bone in typical corvid manner, “It would be nice not to have to barter with our… age, or whatever you want to call it, later on when we’re hungry again.”

     They all delayed another few minutes, chewing on bones, enjoying the water and juice that were provided, even though, to Matteo’s displeasure, there was no wine or brandy to be had, but, eventually, their stomachs said that they’d had enough, and that it was time to move on.

     “I hope the rest of the rooms are this easy,” the raccoon said, playing a simple chorus on his lute over and over again to test the string tensions, “We’ll be out of here in no time if it is, and we can all hopefully forget about this whole disaster.”

     “Yeah, let the duke find some other suckers to send after this faerie thing,” Toya agreed, his stomach grumbling from the sudden influx of food, and, confidently, stepped with the others through the door into the next room, looking curiously around at what it was that awaited them.

     “Huh? A… play room?” Matteo said, following some ways behind the wolf and looking around with curiosity. The playroom, for it was, indeed, a playroom, seemed to have been built on a radically different scale from the previous room, and it immediately had the effect of making the wolf, raccoon, skunk and crow feel terribly small… The ceiling must have been thirty feet high, and everything else inside of it was in proportion, leaving the adventurers, in mere comparison, seemingly little more than knee high on an adult. There were play blocks, wooden horses and model houses, and even a time out chair that Toya winced at the very sight of, having spent probably a quarter of his entire adolescence in one just like it after pulling some elaborate prank on his parents, the village elders, or the other pups that had so tormented him when he was young enough to take it.

     “I think I’m starting to see a pattern here,” Farix said dryly, taking in the vast size of the room, “Could he be… trying to mess with our heads? See if we’ll start acting like children if he tells us that’s what we are frequently enough?”

     “Maybe…” Anzu said, looking around. The door they’d just come in through, which had, naturally enough, locked as soon as they were all through, was about the same size as a normal door, but, on the other side of the room, a six foot tall play-pen fence away, the obvious exit was nearly as tall as the room, almost twenty feet, and seemed to tower over the four comparatively tiny adventurers. “Does anyone see another of those wooden plaques with instructions on it?”

     “Right here,” Farix replied, walking over to the door and plucking the plaque off a hook it was hung on. Not bothering to read it to himself first, he spoke it aloud to the eagerly awaiting group.

     “I hope you cubs enjoyed your breakfast, and your bottles. You can be sure there’s lots more like that in store for you. While I did keep my promise about there only being one spiked bottle, I might have neglected to mention…”

     The skunk trailed off in mid sentence, all the color draining from his face as he read, then reread the next few lines over and over again, just to make sure he had them down right, “Oh crap…” He said, feeling a cursory rumble coming from his belly, and his face promptly turning blush pink again.

     “What? What does it say?” Anzu said again, eager as the rest of them to hear what sort of devious challenge awaited them, and what the owl had neglected to mention, considering the implications that would have on them. Farix blushed, looked away, and continued.

     “I might have neglected to mention that all the rest of the food was spiked, as well, so it really won’t matter who got the drugged bottle.”

     “That son of a bitch!” Toya said, stomping his foot in frustration, “Great, just great. Now we’re all going to have to deal with messy pants again, aren’t we?”

     “Let him finish,” Anzu said, but the frustration in his voice was just as clear as it was in Toya’s.

     “The drug, however, only lasts an hour. If you manage to hold down your bladder and/or bowels until it wears off, you could feasibly escape having to use your diapers. It really just comes down to a test of will, which is what this is. Put the plaque back on the wall when you’re ready to start, and try to have fun, my little rascals. I wouldn’t want the desperate need to avoid constantly wetting and messing yourself to ruin a perfectly good playtime.

     After the urges have subsided, and the group of you have all, if you prove yourselves the adults that you claim to be, which I will be greatly surprised if you do, then the four of you will be able to take a pleasant nap in the provided crib on the other side of the fence before moving on. The nap will be a challenge all on its own, but don’t worry about that, you’re all going to have much more immediate things calling for your concentration.

     “N-nnghh… Oh…” Matteo groaned suddenly, doubling over as his stomach churned uncontrollably, “I- I really don’t think I should have eaten so much…” He said, waddling over to the nearest wall and sliding down into a sitting position.

     “Come on, guys, it’s only an hour. We’ve been through much worse than this,” Anzu said, clapping his hands to get all their attention, but, even as he did, the diuretic side of the potion kicked in for him, and, peeping with alarm, the crow crossed his legs and winced in concentration, “G-gahh… Wh-what the heck?!”

     “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m fine,” Toya said, shrugging, then his face controrted somewhat, and he wiggled around, “Hey, wait a minute… I feel… something?” A soft, but familiar, hissing noise eminated from the wolf’s diapered crotch, and, even as they all watched, Toya squeaked in dismay, trying to bead down and stop the flow of urine, but pressing his legs together only squeezed the warm, fragrant liquid back out of the diaper’s pulp to press into his fur, a constant reminder of what he was doing. “W-wait! I didn’t even get a c-chance to hold it…!”

     “Wait, wait…! There’s more here,” Farix said, turning the slab of wood around and beginning to read from it again, “However, in high doses the potion has, before, lead to an uncontrollable flushing of many harmful toxins from the body, but also causes a sort of hyper-incontinence for the duration, where the shock of it is so great that the subject finds their wetting and messing uncontrollable. Whoever it is who drank the spiked milk should keep hydrated, more bottles of formula, these unspiked, are available for everyone on the far side of the room.”