This was a story based on one of  Ludis-Luteo's pictures of a cat stuck in a dragon sleeper + diaper that won't let him out unless he uses the diaper to the point it's "dragon" on the ground. I can't find the specific drawing at the moment, but it should be on either his Twitter or Inkbunny accounts (I'll warn you the Inkbunny one is account-view-only).


Chapter 1
It was on a cold Thursday morning when Tim found himself home alone. His family had gone on a vacation the night before, and he couldn’t come since “he’d just stay in the hotel the whole time,” as his parents said. What could he say? He was a CAT, being lazy was in his blood! More accurately, he was a black and white tuxedo cat with messy black hair. He was a teenager, but looked young for his age; the only sign that he even STARTED puberty was his low voice.

On this particular Thursday, Tim was wondering what he should do with himself: his friends (all 3 of them) weren’t available, and the local arcade was closed for maintinence. His family would be gone for quite a while, so he had to do *something*. After some thinking, Tim decided to sit on the living room couch to watch some TV, something interesting had to be on, right?

Unfortunately the TV had only bad news for Tim. While channel surfing for something of substance to watch, he stumbled across a weather report.
“-lightly falling snow will blow into a blizzard tonight,” said the stoic reportfur. “The county has issued an advisory to stay indoors, so… make sure you’re at home, preferably with a warm drink.”
“Oh great, a blizzard. Just what I needed,” Tim quipped,“There goes my plans for lunch-“ Before Tim could finish his lamenting, he heard a loud *THUMP* come from outside. Feeling startled, he turned the TV off and rushed towards the sound, finding himself near the front door. With his ears back out of nervousness, Tim cautiously opened the door to find the source of the noise…

Chapter 2
A package had been left on the porch. Tim gave a cursory glance, seeing the flat, rectangular shape of it, and noticed some peculiar things. The box was… black? No, it was originally white, but had black scribbles all over it.
“What?” Tim asked, confused by the marks. They appeared to be other addresses, crossed out to avoid confusing the mailfur. The only clear writing was on the top of the box,
“To someone with nothing better to do”, followed by his address.

“Pfft! Th-that’s a little on-the-nose!” Tim said in a sarcastic but nervous tone. He looked around to see who could’ve left such a package, but there was nobody to be seen.

“Well, I can’t just leave it here, and I’d say I fit the d-description,” and with that Tim picked the package up and brought it inside. He put it on a coffee table in the living room and extended his claws to open it. Upon opening it, Tim saw the contents.

Inside was a sheet of paper with illegible pawriting on it, and under it was… a pink pillow?
“What do we have here?” Tim said curiously, and removed the whatever-it-was from the box.

Chapter 3
The pink mystery item resembled a set of cub pajamas, only larger. It was made of pink, plushlike material, with light pink spikes running down its back. It had a short, thick tail and felt “claws” on its feet, along with two small plush “wings” near the shoulder blades. The hood had triangle shaped ears, two small, light pink horns, and a bit of pink fluff resembling hair. It also had felt “teeth” lining the inside of the hood, giving the appearence that the wearer had been eaten.
“So, these are, dragon pajamas? I don’t see how *these* of all things would cure my boredom,” said Tim as he held the pajamas. He gave them a squeeze and found that they had quite a bit more padding than he would’ve expected.
“Ok, I need to find out where this thing came from,” said Tim as he went to pick up the home phone. “Who knows? It could be a gift for someone.” After quickly dialing his father’s phone number, Tim waited anxiously for a response.

“Ugh, who’s speaking?” said the exasperated voice of Tim’s dad.

“D-dad? Did I call at a bad time? Are you mad at m-me?” Tim responded.

“My answer is yes, to both questions. I got sick, so I can’t leave the damn hotel and enjoy my vacation. I think we’ll have to stay a little longer than we anticipated.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry to hear that, pops. But… before you hang up, can I ask you just *1* question?” said Tim.

“Fine, just make it quick,” said Tim’s father.

“Ok, so this package came in the mail, and it had these really weird pajamas in it. They look like something a kitten would wear. Were you or mom expecting anything?”

“No, we weren’t. And even if we were, we’d never order something like *that*. Those creepy lizard twins down the street probably ordered it. Hold onto it until someone picks it up, ‘k?” he asked. “I don’t need anyone complaining that we threw their package away, especially when I can’t even keep allergy pills down!”

“O-okay, dad. Get well soon,” said Tim.

“Oh! One more thing!”

“Y-yes, dad?”

“You need to do that list of chores mom made for you. The sooner the better; you know how she gets when the house is disorganized.”

Tim let out a sigh,”All too well“ he responded. “Is there anything *else* you want me to do?”

“Not really. Just… stay outta trouble, ok Tim?”

“Will do, pops, will do. Sleep well.”

“G’night, son, stay warm,” and at last Tim was treated to the sweet “click” of the phone receiver.

Chapter 4

“Alright, let’s see what busy work mom left for me,” said Tim. The chore list was quite easy to spot, as its pawriting was very hastily done compared to the other notes. (don’t mention all the chores, the only important one is the taking out trash part)

[The rest of the story would have the house get cold enough for Tim to put on the dragon pajamas, which would poof him into diapers and make him go incontinent until his diaper was "dragon on the floor". Would likely try to get it off, get embarassed/depressed, then try to speed up the process of diaper use by eating high fiber foods.]