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Twinkle Twinkle: Chapter 11

Star awoke to the sound of whimpering, and some desperate squirming very close to her. She was immediately hit with a strange sort of vertigo, her clouded memory obscuring the previous day into just another day with Andrew, and it took a full minute of equally vigorous squirming for it all to come back to her. The owl, Star remembered his name was Psudo, whom she had been swaddled with the previous night, was presently crying and squirming vigorously in their tightly sealed cocoon, though she hadn’t the slightest idea why.
The lynx’s stomach grumbled, and, belatedly, she realized what it was that had been bothering her crib mate. With another audible groan, Star could start to feel the pressure growing in her gut. She’d indulged in more food than she probably ought to at the pub the previous day, having gotten into the spirit of things, but now, she realized, that was probably a mistake. Clenching down hard, she started to squirm and whimper alongside the owl, her pacifier falling from her muzzle as she buried her face into Psudo’s dander and tried to hold it in. But, of course, it was for naught. Still half asleep and in no condition to fight for any great length of time, Star lost control suddenly and without much warning. Her diaper, which, she only belatedly realized, was already heavy and soggy, suddenly became a great deal heavier as her bowels betrayed her, filling the seat of her diaper, which, luckily for her, was thick enough that it didn’t sag too badly, only bulged out in the back.
She immediately felt tears in her eyes, and more emotional than she really ought to have… Andrew had made her mess herself on occasion, mostly for a punishment, and it was one of the most humiliating things that Star would allow, at least as long as it wasn’t forced on her too often. But, to be left messy in a stranger’s house, and in front of another, however reluctant baby – even if that baby’s pampers weren’t long for this world – was more than she could handle. The owl’s squirming abruptly stopped as well, some seconds after Star’s had. Their embrace, helped quite a bit by the squeezing, encompassing swaddling which covered them on all sides, grew tighter still, and the two of them began to cry into one-another’s arms, heedless of any social norms or mores. They were babies together, right then and there, babies that had just had a very uncomfortable accident in the middle of the night, and needed immediate attention.
To her credit, Serena made herself known with a gentle hand on their cocoon and a hushing noise not five minutes after their fit began. The part of the bundle around their heads was unwrapped, and the two babies inside realized that it was, in fact, still dark out, the middle of the night. A few moments of cooing and stroking of the heads restored Psudo and Star to an amenable, but not precisely stable humor. “Poor babies,” Serena cooed, her tail swishing behind her as she hugged the two of them close to her chest, and, in the vulnerably suggestible state that they had both fallen into, neither Star nor Psudo objected to the treatment.
She slowly began unravelling the swaddling, the two sissies still in their frilly pink pageant dresses from the previous night. The two of them had practically adhered to the other for comfort while they cried, an unconscious desire to be as close as possible to someone who could sympathise, and dislodging them for diaper changes was no easy feat.
“Come on, let go so I can change those stinky little pampers of yours, alright? I promise you won’t be apart long.” It took a good while, but eventually the two regressed adults, with all due reluctance, allowed themselves to be separated. Star was changed first, feeling so unsure of herself presently that she didn’t even dare try to walk on her own, and then settled back into the thick comforter while Psudo was taken care of. “There’s a good baby girl,” Serena had teased, Star half asleep face-up on the changing table, “P-U, I see someone’s stinky. I should have figured you were too little to hold that, and here I am woefully unprepared,” she smirked, gazing down as Star woke up out of the daze somewhat, and realized what had happened in the past ten minutes.
“N-nuh…!” the lynx squeaked, face suddenly going so pink that it actually ached a bit, but the long night pacified had taken a toll on her syntax and pronunciation, so all she could manage was an infantile, “Nah tinky! I’mma big giwl!” Eliciting a knowing chuckle from her caregiver.
“Oh yes you are! Yes you are! Such a big baby girl, I’ll bet you’ll be fully diaper trained in another few months or so. Are you looking forward to saying goodbye to the potty for good, just like your little playmate?” She cast a glance over at the whimpering and blushing owlet, who was still waiting patiently in the crib, messy bottom and all, as Star got the first change, “You know, my little egg hasn’t used a potty in almost half a year now. He’s… Oh, I mean she’s taken to the life of a baby so nicely. I hope Andrew has as much fun with you as I’ve had with him.”
The straight, matter of fact tone that Serena was using threw Star totally off balance. She scrambled for some witty retort to throw back at her, about how she was still in control of herself and always will be, and that Andrew respected that where she clearly didn’t. But – of course – he hadn’t. Star had nominally said, straight out, no I’m not ready to try something public or be babied by someone new, and, yet, here she was. Sure, she’d enjoyed the lack of control, but… he’d still disobeyed her immediate wishes, regardless. As much as she hated to admit it, Star was having a harder and harder time saying no when Andrew told her to pucker up and do as he said, whatever it was he was telling her to do. You’re going to work in a diaper, he’d said on several occasions, and, despite the mountains of blush and a day of extreme anxiety and embarrassment, she’d obeyed without question. Same with the time where she’d been left in the zoo’s daycare for an afternoon, even if that had been lots of fun… And it was the same here. Andrew had told Star to jump, and she’d jumped. This snake lady was calling into question a lot of important things that Star had deftly and intentionally ignored… Could he really just be taking advantage of her, submissiveness so that he had a baby doll to play with? Star knew full well that, as a female baby, she was pretty rare and desirable, and the possibility made her very uncomfortable. The lynx sighed as Serena finished wiping her butt clean of mess, then taped another, even thicker diaper up around her waist and teased her a bit more, and decided to try talking it over with the owl once they were put back to bed.
Psudo got the same, drawn out changing routine that Star had, the lynx standing there in observation, or at least doing what she could to not topple over with a diaper thicker than the collected William Shakespeare between her legs. The owl squirmed and complained a lot more, and that just seemed to encourage his mommy to tease him more. Star could only blush for his sake, and patiently wait for it to finish so they could chat.
Luckily for both of them, the two regressed adults weren’t swaddled again after their diaper change – only stuffed back into their crib, kissed on the forehead, and told to get back to sleep by a clearly tired Serena. There was no clock in the room, but Star inwardly thought it was probably three or four in the morning, judging by the height of the moon outside of their window.
“So, you’re Psudo, right?” Star said, once they had both been tucked back in, this time in significantly less cramped quarters, “We didn’t really get a chance to talk privately yesterday.”
The owl nodded, putting out a mitted paw for her to shake, “Uh-huh… Or, at least, that’s my boy name… When she’s treating me like a girl, I just get whatever frou-frou nonsense she can dream up that day…”
“Uh huh…” Star said, skeptically, completely understanding his dislike of being treated like a girly girl, “she’s pretty tough on you, huh? I mean, was that true what she said about you using the potty- err, I mean bathroom?”
Psudo blushed, a whimper escaping his lips, “Y-yeah… All the bathrooms are locked, even when I’m allowed to be… you know, a bigger kid. Instead of a baby…” He trailed off awkwardly, stroking the back of his head with the thickly padded pink mitten that adorned his paws, keeping them neatly tucked away and useless.
“Ick… So you mean you have to…?” Star asked, cringing a bit, and blushed furiously as he nodded the affirmative. Going 24/7 in diapers was something Andrew had joked about on more than one occasion, and Star would never admit how often she’d fantasized about it, but the commitment seemed too big to make all at once… That said, Andrew had slowly been ebbing her to wear with greater frequency, and even convinced her to be in diapers for bed every night, even when they weren’t together. She’d had more than one unnoticed nocturnal accident, and, every time it elicited a mixed purr and whimper from her, the adult and child parts of Star’s brain at odds again. “So… Why’d you accept this? I mean, she said you knew about all of this beforehand, right?”
“Erm… sort of? I didn’t get many details… Serena made it out more like it was some kind of part-time job while I studied. She wanted a child to care for, and I didn’t exactly have the best family life…” His tone wasn’t regretful, just nostalgic, and, when Psudo crawled over and hugged Star, she quietly did what she could to comfort him. “I guess the idea of getting to be a kid again was kind of appealing…”
“It is, isn’t it?” the lynx said, sighing and hugging him back, “You can… leave if you want, right? She’s not keeping you here?”
“I did, actually… I left for a while a couple weeks in, thinking this was kind of perverse and totally not worth it, right?” He said, practically right into Star’s furry chest, “But… I don’t know, nothing felt right after that… Being a kid was refreshing, even if it can be really embarrassing…” He trailed off again, and Star gently stroked his head, clearly needing the comfort.
“I think you made the right decision, coming back,” Star said, smiling, “she might be a little tough on you, but your new mommy loves you. I can see it.”
“Heh, yeah…” Psudo said, blushing for a completely different reason than before, “I love her too… even if she does parade me around in dresses half the time…”
“I think we should go back to sleep,” Star said, feeling very contented that she’d managed to help her playmate find comfort, “I’m sure Serena’s going to have her work cut out for her tomorrow,” she continued with a wry grin, imagining all the mischief she was going to get into now that she’d realized how much of a submissive kitten she’d been lately. “You know, you’re the first other baby I’ve met… And I’ve got to say, you’re absolutely precious in that dress.”
Star could feel the heat from Psudo’s face as he flushed at the comment, and immediately started to squirm in her arms with a groan, then had her giggle and settled down, the two of them sleeping soundly for the rest of the night.