Art by the awesome  bobkitty

Turns out there was a reason daddy was hiding that chocolate.

Continuation of: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18163223/


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Chewing the candy Mark could instantly tell something was wrong. It was definitely chocolate,
but the taste carried something extra, and the texture was slightly off. As the chocolate began to
rapidly melt Mark began sloshing the semi-solid chocolate in his mouth. The liquefying let the texture
difference fade into nothing, but now the taste difference was way more obvious. None of this,
however; would be enough to stop the kit from enjoying the candy bar. Swallowing the mouthful the
kit gave a toothy grin to his empty room.

Mark stood still analyzing the taste. Hoping to better understand what gave the chocolate its
unique flavor the kit raised the bar to his face and tried to read the label. 'Fast-Lax WARNING:
Extremely fast acting, do not ingest without immediate access to toilet facilities!' the kit only
understood, 'fast,' 'acting,' 'do,' 'not,' 'toilet.' Ultimately the label was useless to him.

A sudden rumble in his belly interrupted Mark's pondering. Quickly following the rumble was a
strange sensation in the raccoon's abdomen. It didn't hurt; it felt more like a pressure moving through
him. With his free paw Mark began to gently massage his belly. The confused kit stood still in his room
as the sensation crept lower and lower in his body.

Things quickly changed for the kit. When the pressure hit his lower stomach his digestive
system quaked and gave off a deep gurgle. A sudden cramp hit the raccoon's tummy, causing him to
drop the chocolate bar on the floor. His quickly moved his paws, embracing his mid-section. His tummy
gave off another quick gurgle and a very familiar sensation welled up in Mark's body.

Mark's tail began flagging upwards without the kit's conscious input. The pressure was going
too fast for the kit to offer any real resistance. Mark let out a grimace as his cheeks began glowing red
with embarrassment. He let out a slight whimper as his bowels loosened and his body began expelling
the mess into his diaper. Several seconds later the kit finished pooping. The ache in his tummy was
being replaced by a pleasant, peaceful feeling. His tail let itself down and Mark let out a sigh as the foul
odor began filling his room.

Unfortunately Mark was not going to get to enjoy any post-messing bliss. Turning the corner
into her son's bedroom Rose began to speak. "Honey, I heard something fall in here. Are you okay..."

Rose abruptly ended her speech. The smell hitting olfactory caused the female raccoon to
recoil and wrinkle her nose. Covering her snout with the neck of her blouse rose began to walk to the
source of the scent. Looking on the other side of Mark's crib confirmed her suspicions. She saw her
son standing motionless, his paws still embracing his stomach, and his diaper drooping under the
weight of his recent tummy troubles.

Conjuring the most comforting tone she could Rose started to address her son. "Oh Honey!
You had a messy accident! Don't be upset about it though, everything will...be...al...right."

Her voice started to fade as her eyes located the chocolate bar lying on the ground next to her
kit's feet. Walking over to the bar she picked it up off the floor and quickly examined it. Feeling a wave
of anger wash over her she spoke to Mark again, this time her voice was confrontational instead of
comforting.

"Mark, where did you get this candy bar from?" She said in her sternest tone.

The little raccoon looked his mother in the eyes but didn't respond to her question.

Feeling annoyed that Mark wouldn't answer Rose asked another question. "Mark, did you get
this from the bathroom medicine cabinet?"

Mark gazed downwards towards his feet before giving a soft, "n...no."

Rose couldn't help but softly laugh at Mark's answer. "Oh sweetie, I know for a fact that you
did. That's a very special kind of chocolate you ate. Little kits cannot get it without their mommies and
daddies directly giving it to them. Unless of course they are naughty and decide to steal some." Giving
Mark a smile she continued. "I think the chocolate doing its special thing was enough punishment for
stealing, but now I have to put you in timeout for telling a lie!"

And so the raccoon kit could do nothing but sigh as he was picked up and carried to the
changing table. The messy diaper most likely sent Mark's big boy points into the negative, and now he
would be sitting in the naughty corner for the rest of the afternoon. But do not feel sorry for the little
raccoon, for it was his own distorted sense of fairness that led to his sudden diaper filling. And besides,
each mistake brings an opportunity for learning. In this case Mark learned that when you do
something bad, even if you think you've gotten away with it, karma will always find a way to punish you in the end.