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Chapter 4:
Andrew bent over and let Star roll down onto all fours, plush pink carpet under her paws. She kneaded like a kitten, feeling it flow and move between her toes and around her claws. The stuff felt oddly calming, and she was suddenly given to an urge to roll around and play in the stuff. The lynx felt suddenly tiny as she looked around. The room was a nursery, if any one word could be used to describe it, but it was nursery on steroids, a nursery for giants, a nursery blown out of all reasonable proportions to serve one purpose and one purpose only: it was a nursery built for an adult. For one thing it was huge, easily twice the height of a normal room and about as large in area as Star’s whole apartment. The walls were covered with flowing pinks and greens, with murals of sunsets and playful looking cubs lying on their back and swatting up at butterflies. The room was covered half in the pink carpet, and half in a laminated easy-wipe plastic tile. There was a changing table on one side that was the size of a single bed, and a crib in the opposite corner that had six foot bars and a matress that could have comfortably fit Star and four others. She was dazzled, totally and completely amazed that anything so wonderful could even exist, let alone in such a place as this. The back wall facing the door was covered in pretty, semi-circular windows that looked out onto a beautiful garden. It was too much for Star, who had gone into her little mindset, and curled up into a ball in the carpet, stupefied.
“Impressed?” Andrew said, sitting down next to Star and lovingly scratching her head. She was still dressed in her green military uniform, rank and awards showing in a brick on the right side of the jacket. It looked ridiculous, two people in army dress standing in a giant nursery, but Andrew didn’t plan to let that stay for long. “Come on, Star,” he said after calming her somewhat, “let’s get you into something more appropriate.”
Star allowed herself to be helped to her feet, which shook from the lack of use, and let Andrew support her with his hands under her arms like one would a baby that was learning to walk.
“That’s it. That’s it. There you go,” after a few steps, and the toddling lynx had gotten her land legs back under her again, he let go, and had her follow him over to the far side of the room, where a huge dresser, wardrobe, and a door to a closet could be seen. Star was shocked by how intensely small the increased proportions made her feel. The room… the furniture… Andrew… she had never been very tall, and had to contend with a world that was built for people a foot or taller than her, but this was insane! Upon reaching the dresser, and finding that her head only reached two thirds of the way up, she experienced a moment of the most intense regression she had ever felt, suddenly seeing the world through the eyes of a child, and felt tears start to roll from the sides of her eyes without any visual cause. “Oh, oh Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Andrew said, turning the crying feline to face him and kneeling down so that they were at the same height.
Star wrapped her arms around Andrew’s shoulders, and buried her wet, furry face into his jacket. He embraced her back without another thought, and cooed all the sweet nothings he could think of into her drooping ears, nuzzling when he thought it was appropriate.
The fit passed after a time, leaving Andrew confused about its cause, and Star still sobbing, arms in her lap. For some reason he couldn’t explain, the panther felt deeply saddened himself at seeing Star cry, and somehow knew it was his duty as of that moment to see her restored to happiness. “Here here, look at this, Star,” Andrew said, putting on a loving smile, and reached into the wardrobe before pulling out a tailored dress fit for a princess, or maybe just a little girl that was desperate to look like one. It was made of silk and satin, and had puffy pink shoulders, with frills all down either side. There was a blue satin sash at the waist, below which the dress flowered out in all directions with a fluffy, frilly hem. Star looked up at it, uncomprehending. She had never been a girly girl, not by a long shot. She had taken after her brothers, always preferring to play games or sports as opposed to… whatever the heck it is little girls do. But her little side was much more open minded, and, if anything, the heart adorned silk garment looked much more cozy than the hard fabrics of her military uniform, and if Andrew would be happy, then… why shouldn’t she be happy? Star brightened up somewhat. Andrew grinned with legitimate happiness at seeing her humor restored, and scratched behind her ears again, “There’s my happy girl. Come on, let’s get you out of that silly uniform, it’s not very becoming of such a pretty little girl.”
Star purred at the attention as Andrew slowly and meticulously undressed her, constantly making loving encouragements and tickling or scratching her whenever possible. The lynx didn’t pay her modesty much mind, and Andrew didn’t give her any reason to. Within a few minutes he had her down to her mottled white and tan fur, her uniform discarded into a hamper next to the dresser, naked but for the rosy white and red hearts of her diaper. Star blushed a bit at being so completely exposed, especially in front of a relative stranger, but she felt good nonetheless. The bulk of her diaper was a bit more manageable without the tight military clothing making sure she felt every inch of padding, and, while she still couldn’t keep the waddle out of her walk, she was no longer in any danger of toppling over.
“Oh, how pretty you are,” Andrew cooed, holding the flowery dress in one hand while he scratched behind her ears again. Star purred with delight, being scratched always having been a guilty pleasure, and blushed as she looked over the dress. It was positively oozing pink, froo-froo, girlishness, and looked a little too small about the waist and chest for her. Not enough that she wouldn’t fit, but that it would hug her form more tightly than it was meant. Star had always been active despite her size, and had a surprising amount of power in her slight frame. It was, and would continue to be nothing in comparison to Andrew’s sheer size and weight, but she saw in the dress a garment built for someone who was more feminine than she could lay claim to.
When he bade her, Star put her arms up and let Andrew pull the thing over her head. It felt… odd. So far as she knew, Star had never worn a dress in her entire life, and the snug, form-fitting silky fabric was something new to her. It showed off her form in a way she wasn’t used to, and wasn’t entirely sure if she was comfortable with it…
“Aww, don’t you just look precious?” Andrew said, adjusting the poofy sleeves and flares, banishing all her fears, “do you like it?”
Star nodded after a moment’s hesitation, catching herself in a wall-mounted mirror and feeling a queer sort of confusion. She looked… tiny, out of proportion to the huge furniture at her back, and imagined that, at barely five feet in height, she could have been easily mistaken for an actual child under the right circumstances. The lynx felt, rather than saw, Andrew at her back. He put his paws on her shoulders, and looked at them both in the mirror, his size reinforcing the illusion.
“This is all so… strange,” Star said, seeming to curl in on herself out of embarrassment, “I feel so… so…”
“So what, Star?” Andrew asked, leaning over her shoulders.
“Little…” Star managed, before being overcome by another of the strange, uncontrollable bursts of emotion, and was dragged almost to the brink of tears again.
“Oh, hush… hush, little Star…” the panther cooed, and picked her up over his shoulder, one arm supporting her under her diapered rear, and another around her back. He could feel the low rumble of the feline’s purring as was carried around the room, paying little attention to what Andrew was doing, exactly.
Eventually, after a few minutes of simply letting Star purr and hang over his shoulder, he completed whatever task he was performing and sat down in a big, leather armchair in the corner and shifted Star onto his lap, her face, still red from the tears, looked perfectly fussy. Perhaps some part of Star’s adult mind had bullied its way into her little side’s fun. Andrew grinned, and put a swift end to that.
“Here you go, my little princess,” Andrew said, revealing a nursing bottle filled with warm milk. Star’s face turned to shock and confusion as she realized what she was being offered, and then turned pink as the evening sky in embarrassment.
“I’m not thirsty, Andr-,” The panther didn’t let her finish her sentence, simply pressing the nipple of the nursing bottle, containing perhaps three liters of milk, between her open lips and watched her start to fume with embarrassment. The initial regressive effects of showing her the nursery seemed to have worn off somewhat. It didn’t really matter, maybe the milk would lull her back into obedient childishness, or maybe it would remind her who was giving the orders around here. Star hesitated with the bulb in her mouth for a moment too long, so Andrew squeezed the bottled, sending a small jet of the warmed milk into her mouth. She didn’t dare fight him at this point, knowing full well that that would accomplish nothing and probably wind her up worse than before, but she wasn’t just going to acquiesce quietly. That would make it too easy for him. Besides, who knew what kind of humiliations the panther might be able to bring to bear upon her, here, in his own house, what with him having a room that was clearly dedicated to reigning in rebellious, overgrown kittens like her. She flushed bright pink at how obedient she was becoming, and started suckling like a baby.
“There’s a good girl,” Andrew said with an unnecessary flourish, and gently rubbed her belly with a hand while she nursed. He watched Star’s anger and frustration dull, fade, and then disappear entirely as the huge bottle of rich, thick, warm milk disappeared into her muzzle and down her throat. It was a special formula, specifically for use before a baby’s bedtime. It wouldn’t be enough to put her to sleep entirely, but he hoped that his new kitten would be a bit more amenable to play time after some of that rebellious spirit had been drowned out of her.
Star finished the bottle a few minutes after she started, scarcely having stopped suckling for air more than was absolutely necessary, so relaxing was the motion. She hiccupped, and a little bit of milk ran down her cheek. Andrew grinned, and wiped it away with a sleeve.
“Alright, your highness,” Andrew said with a giggle, leaning in to nuzzle the side of her fluffy head, “it’s prissy princess naptime, isn’t it?”
“N-nap time?” Star said, clearly not too happy with the idea, and swallowed hard, “I don’t need naptime…”
“Of course you do! I wouldn’t want you to be sleepy for playtime, would I?” The panther looked playful as he often did when he was in daddy mode, but didn’t let the lynx make objections, standing up almost immediately and marching her over to the huge crib in the corner of the room. Upon a closer look, she realized that the vertical bars were as tall as Andrew was, and had a foot or more on Star. The side that didn’t face a wall had slid down into the floor, allowing him to lower her onto the feathery, peach colored mattress with little difficulty. Star was baffled by the intense comfort of the mattress. It was much more cozy than the one in her apartment, and that one had come at no small cost. “Now, crawl under your sheets and I’ll tuck you in,” Andrew said, grinning ear to ear and scratching the furry tufts under Star’s ears. The lynx couldn’t keep the happiness out of her voice and manner as she crawled up to the head of the crib, where a handful to teddy bears and pink, cloud-soft pillows were laid out, then slipped underneath it. She considered asking the panther for a bedtime story, but dismissed the notion. Despite it being only shortly after three in the afternoon, she was exhausted, all the mental and physical exertion of the day, not to mention Andrew’s questionable conduct, had left her body drained. She curled up into a ball, and let the panther coo soothing words at her as he tucked her in. “Sleep well, little darling,” Andrew said, leaning in to kiss Star’s warm, pink cheek, “I’ll be back here in a few hours, okay? I have a few things to take care of.”
“Okie daddy…” Star said, realizing what had come out only after she said it, and grinned awkwardly in embarrassment. Maybe she was getting too used to this…
The lynx’s keen ears thought that they could detect purring. It wasn’t hers. Without another word, Andrew pulled up the bars of Star’s crib, and locked them in place with the magnetic key. Star, exhausted, and confused in the extreme, was happy. There was no other way to say it, really. Half of her mind considered this treatment to be outright torture, and the other was in heaven. The mixed signals would have torn her apart, so she focused on the one that was enjoying it. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere in a hurry. Star curled up around one of the pillows, and rolled onto her back, helpless to keep the smile off her face.
Star had never been one to panic, it was one of the virtues that growing up in a military household gave. In her service she had been put into terrifying, stressful, and horribly unpleasant situations time and time again, and never cracked under the pressure. Perhaps there was something about the type of regression she had been experiencing since entering the nursery, but, only after the bars of her crib had gone up and Andrew had left the room did Star realize her mistake in avoiding the bathroom that morning, after the panther had forced her into the diaper. She didn’t know what she was afraid of more, being caught, or being scolded by Andrew again, but it had stayed her hand. She had planned to go after everyone had left for lunch, but hadn’t thought to. Now she regretted that decision.
The lynx hurried out from under her covers, comfort forgotten, and tried to rattle the bars down so she could escape and find a bathroom, frilly dress waving. “ANDREW!” Star shouted, hoping he would hear her, “ANDREW! COME BACK!” The walls of the nursery were thick and well built, and they threw her screams back into her face as she desperately wrapped her fingers around the rubberized bars and tried to climb. She was an expert at it, military training and all, and she had scaled much taller walls than the bars of a crib, but she quickly found that the crib had been built to be inescapable. The cap bar of the walls were thicker than the vertical ones, and, for all the effort she could give, she couldn’t wrap her paws around it enough to grip, even with her claws extended. They didn’t take, and, when in desperation Star tried to propel herself up and out, lost her grip at the last second and fell six feet onto her back, fall cushioned only by the mattress below. The crib’s mattress was thick and fluffy, but the impact sent a jolt through her system, stunning her for a second, it was enough for her to forget for a second that she needed to clench her bladder, and shortly felt the uncanny sensation of warmness and wetness between the legs.
Star’s jaw hung open as she wet herself, unable to stem the flow after her tired bladder had been given the chance to release, then made the mistake of sitting up and feeling the soaked, squishy diaper squelch under her. There was no humiliation like it. The lynx in the crib and soggy diaper felt her lip quiver, then sniffled, then tears, and then the wailing started, howling to the empty halls of the mansion, now devoid of people now that Andrew had gone.