a colab commission i did with  SakiAshikaga for  Darth





“Aww, what’s the matter, Viola?” her caretaker cooed with a grin.
The chinchilla crossed her arms with a huff, glaring up at the woman looming over her. “I wan’ a change, momma.”
“What do we say if we want something?” the woman retorted in a mocking, maternal tone.
Viola groaned in annoyance.
“P’ease?”
“There’s my little princess,” responded the woman, reaching down to feel the warm mass between the girl’s legs. “You don’t need changed yet, kiddo, y—“
“But I want changed now,” Viola whined.
She continued to whine to herself as a large pacifier was stuffed into her maw.
“Then be a good girl and keep that in, and momma will get you all clean and dry, alright?”
With a gentle push on her shoulder, Viola fell back on the bed, while the larger woman set to work gathering a pack of wipes, bottle of powder, and a fresh diaper.
“Hold still, sweet pea,” chirped the woman as she arranged the supplies next to the diapered girl, leaning down to begin unfastening the diaper.
One by one, the tapes were removed from the first diaper, and then the second.
“Someone’s just a grumpy little soggy butt today, huh?”
Viola huffed and quickly turned her gaze to the nearby window. Meanwhile, her caretaker lifted her by the ankles, allowing enough clearance for her soiled diapers to be pulled away, and a fresh pair to be positioned underneath.
With practiced precision, her caretaker managed to cut a series of holes in the cover of the innermost diaper. The cool sting of a fresh baby wipe followed, as she wiped down Viola’s loins, before coating them with a generous amount of powder; causing a cloud of lavender-scented talc to tickle Viola’s nose.
“I’ll get you tucked in for a nap once we’re done, alright sweetie?” the woman cooed as she began to tape up the first diaper.
“Bu’ I dun wanna take a nap,” Viola cried, pulling out her pacifier.
“Sorry baby, but you need one,” smirked her caretaker as she gently tapped her on the nose.
Within moments, the second diaper was taped into place, providing enough bulk to force her legs apart.
“Alright baby, get under the covers, while I put everything away,” instructed the woman as she rolled up the soiled diapers and tossed them in the trash.
Viola pouted and reluctantly sat up, pulling back the sheets and climbing into bed. A pat on her bottom heralded the return of her caretaker.
“Sweet dreams, babygirl,” the woman whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll get you up when dinner’s ready.”