A VERY late gift for the amazing  rabidbadger

Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17156269/ (warning diapers)

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The badger creaked - it was a sound he had become eerily used to since the beginning of his captivity within Annabelle’s mansion and yet, this latest rendition of the now familiar noise had a worrisome after tone. The badger was used to creaking, when Annabel caught him trying to escape she was /most/ displeased. And it did not do to have his mistress displeased. She had for some time gone on about the generosity she had shown him, every meal catered, every need met. Why would he want to leave, after they were just beginning to get to know each other? It was to be the start of a long and happy friendship and Mr Badger ruined it. Of course the speech was delivered alongside what had to be 300lb of food which he had somehow had stuffed into him, how he’d managed not to burst was anyone’s guess but by the time little miss was done there wasn’t much chance of Mister Badger escaping. There wasn’t much chance of him doing anything, really.

He’d begged, the badger recalls. Pleaded. One phone call - he’d call the police! A day in the sunlight? She had strange figures which he never saw push him into the manor gardens and leave him there during a rainstorm. By the time he was done fighting, the badger had learned it was better to accept Annabelle’s grace, than risk her wrath. He became docile, pliable. He forgot when he stopped hating his imprisonment and when he began to enjoy it. The constant meals. Being dressed up for various play dates with giant, life-like soft toys. If he had to guess,

Mister Badger had become boring.

Another fixture in her house, Annabelle had called him.

“Oh Mister Badger, you might as well be a couch! All you do is sit there and eat and fart and shit ALL DAY! You’re no fun at all.” She’d kicked his stomach, something he barely felt, and then stalked off and away from the room she’d been keeping him in. The badger had felt a moment of regret that he hadn’t been able to please his new little miss, but what could he do? It wasn’t long after that the creaking began. It started low in his abdomen and, through the many layers of blubber, the badger wondered if he was going to crap himself. But it moved, this creaking noise. The feeling like he was slowly growing, rising like dough in the oven. Soon he managed to see himself past his cheeks - he WAS growing! Bigger and bigger, oh mistress will love this!

Pain spiked the pleasure, a delicious cocktail to entrance the senses and awaken parts of him he’d thought forgotten. Mistress? Little miss? When did he start calling the horrible child such things? How long had he been here, held against his will? What did his friends, his family think had happened to him?!

He groaned and tried to move, but even if he didn’t weight a literal ton (which he no longer did), he wasn’t able to budge even a leg. He tried to scream but not a breath rose out of his chest. He clenched his eyes against the onslaught of sensations and sounds, but when he opened them they were no longer eyes, but little sewn on buttons and although his stubby arms flailed, his mouth spewed only cotton before that too was sewn up, forever.