Daily Free-Write August, 30, 2020

Fortune cookie

You will be diapered in 24 hours.

"What kind of fortune is this?" The buff tiger complained as he read the small slip of paper.

"Lemme, see... Bwahahahahaaaa!" The punk looking rat sitting across from him snatched the slip of paper and immediately broke into laughter. "Hey guys! Get a load of this!" 

The other guys at the booth broke out into laughter as the rat showed off his embarrassing fortune, hamming it up for attention. 

"Yeah, real funny," muttered the tiger. "Musta been a bad joke. Everybody knows these things don't really tell your future anyway. 

"I dunno, sweetie," Piped in his girlfriend with a half smile. "I think you'd look kinda cute in diapers." This drew yet more laughter from the assorted student body. 

"Not gonna happen." The tiger growled crossing his arms in indignation. He swished his tail in embarassment. 

"Aww, look! Little kiddo is getting cranky! Is it time for his nap?" Piped in the whiny voice of Jack the Jackal. 

Tommy the tiger could see that there was no end in sight for the teasing, so he put down his cash on the tray and excused himself, his girlfriend in tow. "Awww, the baby's storming off! We're just having some fun, no need to get your pawpers in a bunch!"

The snickering followed them out the door. 

"Hey c'mon, Tommy, they were just having a laugh. It's a funny fortune!"

"Yeah well, I don't find it all that funny. I used to wet my pants a lot as a kid and you know I just finally got out of diapers at bedtime. Maybe I'm just a little sore about it still." 

Tommy was proud of the fact that he could now wear his underwear all day and night. He remembered the humiliation of going to school in diapers. The teasing in Gym class, visits to the nurses office for a change. And the bedwetting followed him up until this year. Now as a senior in high school he could finally feel like a full grown tiger. He didn't want to be reminded of how he was in diapers only a few months ago.

Fortune Cookie (Alt Version)

You will be diapered in 24 hours. 

"What kind of fortune is this?" The buff tiger laughed as he read the small slip of paper. "Haha, hey, get a load of this guys!"

"Hmm?" The rat across the table perked his ears as the tiger handed him the piece of paper, and broke into a sly grin. "Oh, I dunno, Terry. After last week's game, you looked like you could use em!" 

Terry punched the smaller rat in the arm with a grin. "You're one to talk Rizzo. Mr. I don't wanna get tackled!" 

"I dunno, sweetie," Terry's girlfriend purred with a soft smile. I think you'd look kinda cute in em!" 

"Oh no, not you too!" The tiger groaned in mock indignation. "Boy, looks like I'm stuck in pawpers again. That settles it!" 

"Better be careful or I'll hold you to that!" His girlfriend replied, her smile growing into a vicious smirk. 

"You and what army, sweetheart?"

"Well...." She looked over at the guys from the team whose smiles had also groan michievous. 

Terry gulped.