Daily Free-Write September 13, 2020

"Hey cutie, what are you doing drinking that?"

"Huh?" 

The fox was perplexed. Was she talking to him?

"Little kits shouldn't drink wine. You should be drinking grape juice!" 

He blushed. He loved it when his vixen friend Jesssie teased him, but was also extremely shy and paranoid that the people around them would notice. 

"I should never have given you my blog," he said, ears flattening. 

Ever since she had seen it, she had been fascinated by his little antics online. 

"Okay, okay, I'm just teasin you a bit," she said, with a wink. "And of course I wanna support you, and make you feel good about what you do. It's just too cute not to want to help ensure you stay in diapers and baby treatment for good! And of course only because I know that's what you really want."

Riley melted a bit at that statement.

"Aw, geez." 

She had him. Even before he entered the room she had him. 

"So how about we switch out that wine for some grape juice, little one."

"Y-yes mommy..."

Later that night, after they had both sobered up, she offered ride home.

"Thanks. I'm glad I won't have to take the bus."

"You and me both kit. You wouldn't want to get kidnapped by some crazed dommy mommy, now would you?"

"Am I being kidnapped now?"

"Maybe."

He grinned. 

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad."

She raised an eyebrow. 

"You're coming home with me tonight."

This game of chicken suddenly felt a little too real.

"U-uhhh, is it hot in here or is it just me?" 

She just laughed as they took the highway exit to her house. He had never been to her house before, and didn't really know this part of town but it looked nice. Really nice. They pulled up to a house covered in brick and ivy.

"You live here?" he said, gasping. 

"Yup," she said, "me and my hubby. Now get your little butt out here." 

She was already outside of the car while he continued to gape. 

"Hurry up or I'll take your big boy pants and everyone will see your diaper!"

"Shhh! Not so loud!" he hissed, hopping out of the car and looking around. She had not let up with the baby treatment all night. 

She led him through a heavy wooden door, into her home. 

"Hey, honey, I'm home!" 

A large and well-built tomcat padded into the room and gave her a play bite on the neck. 

"Well well well, look what the fox dragged in." 

"Buster, you remember Riley."

"Uh..hi." I waved, awkwardly, wondering what I was actually doing there.

"So this is the one you've been talking about. I've been trying to put a face to the name."

"Uh, hehe, all good things, I hope?" I gave a nervous chuckle.

"Well, I know you're a little kit who still needs his diapers." 

Riley's stomach dropped into his feet.

"That's right little one," said the vixen. "He knows. And he agrees with me that little kits like you shouldn't be allowed to play grownup."

"Uhhh...hehe, guys. This isn't funny." I backed toward the door.

"Aww, RyRy thinks he's a big boy still," said Buster, advancing on the hapless fox. "But we all know what he really is. A cute baby boy who needs to be taken care of, kept in diapers, and given changies." 

I paused. 

"W-wait. Are you serious?"

"Of course we are, little one," said Jessie. "Why not give it a try and see?"

This was a lot to dump on the fox and he had to think about it for a minute.

"Hell, yes!" he said, smiling. "Let's do this!" 

"That's what I like to hear," said Jessie, and the couple led him back toward the nursery they had prepared just for him.

"Uhh, just how long is this scene going to last, anyway?"

"Scene? Oh no, this isnt' a scene, kit. This is your new life."

"Huh? Oh, haha, very fu-" 

He felt a prick in his arm and was out cold before they even left the hallway.