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Dungeon of Crawling.
For Toya
By Psudo Argyraspides
The next thing Anzu knew he was being poked by something long and hard, and rolled over with a groan, his belly aching with the desire to mess, to see Farix poking him with his staff. “Come on, Anzu… Gods below,” he said, wincing, and stood back from the soaked crow.
“W-what?” Anzu said, in a voice that was a full octave higher than it had been just a few minutes before hand. Blinking dazedly, the crow held up a hand in front of his face and blinked… He didn’t look different, or at least not abnormal… And then he caught sight of what was over Farix’s shoulder, whimpering and crying liked the cub he was dressed as, and stood up immediately. It was Matteo, though the raccoon was barely recognizable, having lost what looked like a decade’s worth of age in the process of ringing the bell, and, scarcely ten years old by the look of him, was now slung over Farix’s shoulder and crying audibly. The little raccoon’s diaper and onesie had shrunk with him, as, clearly, everyone’s had been designed to do, and was very poignantly soaked from his dip into the lake, which, Anzu noticed, had drained itself in the intervening minutes. He could even see his sword down below, having sunk to the bottom and near what now looked like their way out.
“Anzu… You’re…” Farix said, looking dismayed, and, confused, the crow stood up fully, only then realizing that he his head now only reached the skunk’s chest, a head and shoulders shorter than the mage whom he had quite recently been a head taller than. Shaking his head, the skunk sat Matteo down next to Anzu, who was immediately clambered upon for physical support. The crow had been a large, heavily muscled paladin, and yet, so reduced in age, the two of them were now roughly on the level with one another, which somehow proved the most degrading part of the whole ordeal.
“W-wait! Stop it, Matteo!” Anzu said in his piping, newly regressed voice as the little bard wrapped his arms around his belly and started crying into his belly. If walking in the giant diaper had been difficult before, when he was fully grown, Anzu and Matteo now found it rendered impossible, since, while the fit had changed, the bulk of their diapers hadn’t, and, waterlogged as they were, the crow could only peep, take a few steps backwards, and trip clumsily onto his soggy, squishy bottom with the crying raccoon on top of him. He was almost ready to cry himself…
“No, don’t you two see?” Farix said in frustration, and cast a wind spell on them to dry the pair of them off, “Your diapers are full of that water! We’ve got to get you changed, stat, before you’re babies again!” That got the pair’s attention, and, blushing, they immediately nodded and Matteo stopped crying. The four puzzles that had so troubled them previously were now much transformed, long, flat platforms having stretched out to join them easily to the central dais, where the ladder down was. Farix scooped up Matteo again, and, barely able to waddle in his suddenly boated diaper, Anzu followed.
“Gods…” Toya said in exasperation, once he finished scouting out the lower level, and climbed back up to see Farix and his two regressed companions. Then his cheeks flushed, the edges of his lips curved up, and he broke down D’awwwing over Matteo’s chubby cheeks, “You two are so cuuuuute!” Toya doted, taking the little raccoon from Farix and blowing a raspberry on his tummy, “Who’s a cute little coony. Is it you, Matteo? Is it yoooou?”
“Cut it out, Toya!” Farix said, glaring at him, but, to the skunk’s surprise, Matteo wasn’t crying anymore, and, oddly enough, had started to wiggle around and giggle under the wolf’s surprisingly apt, tickling fingers. “We’re all going to wind up that small, or smaller, unless we get out of this place without any more… casualties, okay? Are you three listening to me?”
But they weren’t listening to him. Far from being angry at his newfound youth, Anzu had actually toddled over and jumped on top of Matteo, and the two of them were playfully wrestling with Toya. “Owww! Anzu, not the ears, let go!” Toya said, batting at the crow when he mounted Toya like a horse, and grabbed hold of his floppy white ears as though they were reigns, then broke down giggling as Toya tried to buck him off, all the while tickling the little raccoon whom he’d pinned under him.
“What in hell has gotten into the three of you?!” Farix said, walking over and picking up Anzu off of Toya’s back, only to hold him at arm’s length and shake him a bit, in the hopes that he might get the crow’s better sense back.
“You saided a bad word.” Anzu said, looking the skunk curiously in the face, “Now I gotasta tell Toya and you’s gonna get in trouble.”
“You’re kidding me,” Farix said, slapping his face as Matteo wiggled from his grasp, and he took a closer look at Toya, who had lost more time than he had. The skunk had long since dried off his own legs, and Toya’s feet, with magic, but the enchantments on their diapers was stronger than he could dispel with so little preparation, and they were designed to be impossible for him to tamper with, hence his inability to remove or dry them. He walked over and pulled Matteo out of the fray, next, who was giggling and trying to tickle him as he did. “Matteo? I need you to answer a question for me. How old were you when you when you got that special lute of yours?”
Matteo blinked, and piped down for a moment while he thought, then smiled, coming up with the answer, “I was… uh, diff many!” He said, holding up ten fingers and seven toes, then giggling at his own cleverness and running back to play with the others.
So it didn’t take their memories or knowledge, Farix thought to himself, wincing, just their… what do I even call that? Intelligence? Made them think like… kids again? It appeared as much. Toya had always enjoyed being around cubs, Farix knew, though he had tried to hide it for the past few years since the other two members of their group had joined, Farix having met Toya two years before that. It seemed to him that they were being flung backwards into the headspaces that they had occupied at that physical age, hence why he hadn’t started to think too differently, Toya had only changed slightly, and yet Matteo and Anzu had been returned to the mindset of school children. “Race you down to the next gate!” Farix said aloud, and immediately got the reaction he was looking for from the two cubs, and one overgrown cub, who all grinned at him, then stumbled over one another on their way to, then down the ladder. All except for Toya, who just leapt down, and Farix, who jumped more timidly, then used a wind spell to break his fall. The mage’s store of energy was quickly dwindling, he noticed… If only that owl would give us another chance to nap, so that I could take a breather from all this…
The doorway out of the cavernous room was built directly into the wall at the bottom of what had been the regressive pool. Anzu waddled over to his sunk sword, now dry, and tried to drag it off, but no longer had the strength to lift it. “Here, I’ll give you a hand, bud,” Toya said, ruffling the crow’s head feathers, and, much to Anzu’s dissapointment, shouldered the giant sword, and walked back over to the gate. Not that Toya had much of an easier time carrying it, being more built for speed and agility, but he got it by.
To everyone’s relief, they found themselves in a similar giant nursery room, complete with a rocking cradle, changing table, and another basket of food.
“Well now, two little tykes, and two big tykes, how cute,” the owl said, speaking again from all directions at once, his voice yet again an air of smooth condescension that made all four of them, even the cubs, blush. “Eat and take a nap. I’ve got something special planned for you four afterward.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Farix said to himself, but only belatedly realized that he’d been abandoned. Toya, Matteo and Anzu had all rushed off across the room, the two regressed cubs stumbling over toys, their bulky, soaked diapers, and one another on their way to the oversized basket of food. Toya opened it first, and took out a whole shepard’s pie, clearly with the intention of eating it whole, and buried his face into it like a five year old. “Gods… is that what Toya ate like at seventeen?” The skunk asked himself, wincing as the gravy and meat spattered his onesie, then dripped off, the garment having been cub-proofed beforehand. “No wonder he got teased…”
Shortly after, and each carrying three or four toys that they had picked up, sword and lute, which were now far too big for them anyway, left by the door to be collected later as Anzu tried to climb up the side of the giant basket, and, considerably nimbler as a child than he had been as an adult, Matteo climbed up onto the crow’s back, and began handing him down lunch items. A whole roast chicken, loaves of fresh, hot bread, still steaming as Anzu tore into it, wooden bowls full of rice and mashed potatoes, plates of sliced beef.
“I’d like to know where he gets all this stuff, and how he keeps it fresh,” Farix said, shaking his head at the bounteous feast that had been left for them, now bitten into with full knowledge that the food was tainted with a drug that would have them all squirming in their little diapers for an hour afterward, unless they wanted to just give in and mess themselves right off the bat.
Blushing, but not wanting to go along hungry, Farix ate his own share of the food, but first checked Anzu and Matteo’s heights against the ticks he’d made on his staff. Still the same. So they’ve stopped getting smaller… Maybe they won’t need a diaper change after all, or at least until after this… He blushed, and began sinking his teeth into the delectable meal, trying not to think of the humiliating wetting and messing it was going to cost him, and the degrading diaper change that would follow.
Soon, however, all four of them sprawled out, bellies stuffed. The two cubs had somehow managed to stuff themselves full of more food than the had as adults, and now looked quite a bit rounder, and were cuddled up around Toya, fast asleep.
Farix suddenly felt somewhat left out, a yard or so away and only an observer to what looked more like a litter of cubs, cuddled close on the soft, padded floor of the nursery, and only partially felt rediculous at feeling a desire to curl up with them. “It’s getting to me, too…” Farix muttered, and thought about going and sleeping in the crib, on his own, but that felt… wrong, somehow, like he was needed more with the rest of his team, since he was the last real adult left, what with Toya acting like a cub himself, and the natural second in command with Anzu… neutralized.
Somewhat discomforted, Farix stood up, and willed himself over towards the crib, waddling in his own soggy diaper, his bladder having failed long before he had gotten the relief that the faerie had promised them in exchange for acting like cubs, but only got halfway there before groaning, looking back over towards his friends, and shamelessly crawled back to them on his hands and knees, wrapping his arms around Matteo’s baby raccoon fluff as Toya adjusted his universal hug to include him, as well.
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Yawning enormously, Farix stretched his back, then winced as he opened his nose for the first time. Oh, that can’t be good… The skunk said, sniffing for what smelled distinctly like messy diapers, and found himself the only one awake out of the four of them, and the lumpy backsides, universal.
Oh, I would have told you, the faerie said into Farix’s head, speaking mind-to-mind as he seemed to be able to do with the skunk, but nobody bothered to ask if I’d added any… additional drugs this time. I guess you little cubs can be a little easily distracted, can’t you? Not noticing a sleeping aid tossed in with your laxitative and whatnot. Want a change, little skunky?
All four of the adventurers squeaked at once, feeling something not unlike a hand suddenly gripping the seats of their diapers and squeezing, forcing the mess which they had unknowingly allowed to fill their diapers against their unwilling backsides.
“W-what the… How did I get so… AHHH!” Anzu said, squealing, and back-pedaled at the sudden realization that he was now half Toya’s size, only to trip over the raccoon, who had curled up into a comfortable little gray ball, and fall flat on his diapered rum, which squished audibly both from the influx of water earlier, and the great lumpy mess he had filled it with in his sleep.
“Eeeeww…” Matteo said, less violently repulsed by the idea of being smaller than everyone else, which he was conveniently used to by this point, but blushed palpably as he reached over and patted his own diaper, easily the fullest out of the four of them and probably due in large part to how much food he had eaten before taking that nap. “We’re all… stinky,” he said in dismay, then sat up into a crawling position to avoid unnecessary squishing of his diaper seat.
“Do any of you… remember what happened, after you got dunked in that regression water stuff?” Farix said, interested to see if they had any recollection of acting like cubs, bouncing around and playing.
Everyone looked thoughtful for a moment, Matteo and Anzu barely able to stand for how bloated and saggy their diapers were, onesies be damned, then, almost at once, the three of them where whining and groaning, covering their faces in shame. “What the heck got into me…?” Anzu said, flushed so pink that it showed even through his typically jet black feathers.
You were acting like cubs, the owl informed Farix, quite to his discomfort, never quite getting used to having a guest in your head, because the waters of the fountain of youth affects not only the body, but also the mind. That’s what made you feel so lonely last night. Unfortunately for you, like the physical effects, the psychological regression of that particular fluid are permanent, until grown out of naturally. It’ll take an effort of will to resist them, like your dear little friends are, now. Wait until they catch sight of all those toys I left out for them.
Farix groaned, processing this new influx of information, and passed the gist of it on to the other three, none of whom questioned how he knew any of this. “Come on, there’s a changing table. Matteo? You’re the stinkiest, so you get to go first.”
“Hey, I’m nah more tinky than you!” Matteo said, pointing at Farix, then pouted tremendously. Farix sighed, shaking his head, then looked over at Toya.
“Alright, the stinky little raccoon gets to stay in his used diaper,” the skunk said, in no mood to be teased by bratty, ten year old versions of his friends, “I guess you can get first…” He trailed off suddenly as Anzu pushed him gently, sending the skunk a step back, only to run into a kneeling down Matteo and trip backwards, landing with a loud splat from his diaper as he landed flat on the seat, to everyone’s general laughter. “You… brats!” Farix said, watching Anzu and Matteo break down laughing, and even Toya had to conceal a giggle.
“They got you, skunky,” Toya said, grinning, and walked over to lay down on the changing table, which buckled his waist down automatically with its enchanted belly strap. Toya squeaked as it tightened, then more straps appeared as if from nowhere and restrained his wrists and ankles as well, letting the wolf blush and groan in embarassment as his stinky backside was lain bare for all to see. But nothing further happened. No invisible, enchanted babysitter unfastened and cleaned up Toya’s diaper, as had been the case before, and, for a full minute, he just laid there awkwardly, waiting for something to happen.
These three are your responsibility, now, the owl informed Farix with a chuckle, even though the skunk was presently fighting off the poking and tickling of two very enthusiastic ten year olds, one of whom, Matteo, had wrapped his arms and legs around the mage’s face, so I think you’d best be changing that one’s diaper before he gets rash.
Farix groaned, bulling himself free of Anzu and Matteo,then glaring at them, “No rough-housing! Both of you, time-out!” He said, glaring down at the two little cubs, who looked positively taken aback by the reprimand, and went spear straight, looking up at him, then flushed red and started to frantically object.
“B-buh…! Buh buh dun wanna time out!” Matteo whined, eyes almost instantly going as wide as dinner plates as he looked pathetically up at Farix. Anzu looked more miffed than begging, and stamped his foot, crossing his wings and looking away as the bard started to cry again.
“No butts except the ones in your diapers!” Farix said, oblivious to the fact that, by all effects, he was dressed just as adorably as they were, if not more so because of his being considerably older. They both whined and complained as he took them by the paws and led them over to the crib, which he closed them into while he dealt with Toya, who, despite his restraints, was giggling at him.
“You’re one to talk, ya stinky little skunky,” Toya teased, but soon realized the folly of this when he realized it was Farix that was going to be changing his diaper.
“A stinky little skunky, am I?” Farix said, in no mood for this sort of playful jibe, and unbuttoned the wolf’s onesie flap, remembering how ticklish he’d been the previous day, or… however long ago it had been, lacking any point of reference as regards how long they’d been here. Toya giggled to himself childishly, clearly not yet understanding what Farix had in mind, and only marginally squirmed as his single, full body garment was pulled up under the waist strap, revealing the wolf’s fully loaded diaper, and fluffy black belly.
“Yup! Stinky winky skunky!” Toya teased, clearly letting his cubby, childish side get a hold of him for a moment, and actually made elephant ears with his hands and blew a raspberry at the skunk.
As though this weren’t going to be fun enough, Farix thought to himself, grinning and shaking his head. Maybe Toya caught on when the skunk wasn’t reacting to his jibes, but the smile leaked off his face, and he started to squirm a bit against his bonds uncomfortably. And that’s when Farix reached casually over the wolf’s body, sank his fingertips into Toya’s belly fur, and started to tickle him.
“N-nnuuuhh! G-gonna make me…” Toya squealed, immediately breaking into a series of frantic giggles — Farix never had dispelled the tickling charm he’d put on the wolf the previous day, and it wasn’t long at all before Toya’s giggles turned to grumbling, and his diaper looked just that much more in need of urgent changing.
“Now puppy,” Farix said, quite enjoying his new position of authority, and reached over to give Toya’s lumpy, sagging diaper a squish, which tripled the amount of pink on his face, “I could give you a fresh diaper, but that would be a lot of work… how about I just tape on another one over top?” Farix was, of course, bluffing with the wolf, but Toya, flushing bright red, was suddenly all apologies, curling self-consciously in on himself and trying to hide how well used his diaper was.
“Oh, quit teasing the puppy,” Anzu said, apparently having disobeyed Farix’s order of time-out, and made his point by giving the skunk’s own messy diaper seat a heavy squeeze, and sending him, blushing, waddling away.
“Anzu! That’s five more minutes of time-out!” Farix said, his tail fluffing up as he turned around to confront the little crow, who, abashed, backed away, apparently having forgotten with his newfound child’s attention span that he was being punished for something. The little crow floofed again, it had taken all the sheets and pillows in the crib to make a stack high enough for him and Matteo to climb out through, as Farix now saw. The raccoon, far from being ashamed of himself, was chewing on toys in the corner, and, after removing all the extra padding from the crib, he shut the two of them back inside, much to their frustration, and set a magical timer for ten minutes.
Toya was giggling when the skunk returned to him, so, checking the cupboards beneath the changing table, Farix grinned, took out a pacifier, and stuffed it into the wolf’s muzzle, silencing him with his own suckle reflex.
“There, that should keep you quiet,” Farix said, good natured, and set about changing the wolf with all due ceremony, cooing and teasing. When properly untaped, Toya stank up the entire nursery and he knew it, the wolf’s face going as red as a cherry as he squirmed under Farix’s treatment. Not wanting to actually do it hands on, the skunk did most of the changing via magic, which somehow managed to be even more degrading for the wolf, who continued to try to hide, squirm away, or complain past his suckle reflex, which had only grown stronger thanks to the years he’d lost to the regressive waters.
Farix finished up cleaning and re-diapering Toya, picking out a totally adorable blue and white sleep diaper specifically because he’d been such a handful, then snapped back up the onesie. Their clothing was all magically charmed to keep clean, and hadn’t even started to stink, despite how well… used they had been. Grumbling through his pacifier, the Wolf waddled off looking for food after Farix let him up. “I wonder…” Farix thought to himself, gently pushing on the seat of his diaper, and immediately regretted it as he was reminded of just how messy of a cub he was, “If I can change my own diaper, or if someone else is going to have to do it for me?”
Toya did look a bit smaller now than he had before, less physically matured, maybe seventeen years old now? He was still much bigger than Anzu and Matteo, both of whom were around eleven, and would likely be even further reduced if he chose to change their diapers.
Not that I have much choice… Farix thought to himself, watching the two pouty cubs wrestling one another in their now escape-proof crib for entertainment, unable to bring so much as their knees together due to the great bulk of diaper between their legs. Deciding that the worst that could happen is Toya gets some revenge, the skunk climbed up onto the changing station, diaper in hand, and waited to be restrained. He wasn’t, and, a bit more ambitious, he reached down and unsnapped his onesie flap with no intervention from the nursery.
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Dungeon of Crawling.
For Toya
By Psudo Argyraspides
The next thing Anzu knew he was being poked by something long and hard, and rolled over with a groan, his belly aching with the desire to mess, to see Farix poking him with his staff. “Come on, Anzu… Gods below,” he said, wincing, and stood back from the soaked crow.
“W-what?” Anzu said, in a voice that was a full octave higher than it had been just a few minutes before hand. Blinking dazedly, the crow held up a hand in front of his face and blinked… He didn’t look different, or at least not abnormal… And then he caught sight of what was over Farix’s shoulder, whimpering and crying liked the cub he was dressed as, and stood up immediately. It was Matteo, though the raccoon was barely recognizable, having lost what looked like a decade’s worth of age in the process of ringing the bell, and, scarcely ten years old by the look of him, was now slung over Farix’s shoulder and crying audibly. The little raccoon’s diaper and onesie had shrunk with him, as, clearly, everyone’s had been designed to do, and was very poignantly soaked from his dip into the lake, which, Anzu noticed, had drained itself in the intervening minutes. He could even see his sword down below, having sunk to the bottom and near what now looked like their way out.
“Anzu… You’re…” Farix said, looking dismayed, and, confused, the crow stood up fully, only then realizing that he his head now only reached the skunk’s chest, a head and shoulders shorter than the mage whom he had quite recently been a head taller than. Shaking his head, the skunk sat Matteo down next to Anzu, who was immediately clambered upon for physical support. The crow had been a large, heavily muscled paladin, and yet, so reduced in age, the two of them were now roughly on the level with one another, which somehow proved the most degrading part of the whole ordeal.
“W-wait! Stop it, Matteo!” Anzu said in his piping, newly regressed voice as the little bard wrapped his arms around his belly and started crying into his belly. If walking in the giant diaper had been difficult before, when he was fully grown, Anzu and Matteo now found it rendered impossible, since, while the fit had changed, the bulk of their diapers hadn’t, and, waterlogged as they were, the crow could only peep, take a few steps backwards, and trip clumsily onto his soggy, squishy bottom with the crying raccoon on top of him. He was almost ready to cry himself…
“No, don’t you two see?” Farix said in frustration, and cast a wind spell on them to dry the pair of them off, “Your diapers are full of that water! We’ve got to get you changed, stat, before you’re babies again!” That got the pair’s attention, and, blushing, they immediately nodded and Matteo stopped crying. The four puzzles that had so troubled them previously were now much transformed, long, flat platforms having stretched out to join them easily to the central dais, where the ladder down was. Farix scooped up Matteo again, and, barely able to waddle in his suddenly boated diaper, Anzu followed.
“Gods…” Toya said in exasperation, once he finished scouting out the lower level, and climbed back up to see Farix and his two regressed companions. Then his cheeks flushed, the edges of his lips curved up, and he broke down D’awwwing over Matteo’s chubby cheeks, “You two are so cuuuuute!” Toya doted, taking the little raccoon from Farix and blowing a raspberry on his tummy, “Who’s a cute little coony. Is it you, Matteo? Is it yoooou?”
“Cut it out, Toya!” Farix said, glaring at him, but, to the skunk’s surprise, Matteo wasn’t crying anymore, and, oddly enough, had started to wiggle around and giggle under the wolf’s surprisingly apt, tickling fingers. “We’re all going to wind up that small, or smaller, unless we get out of this place without any more… casualties, okay? Are you three listening to me?”
But they weren’t listening to him. Far from being angry at his newfound youth, Anzu had actually toddled over and jumped on top of Matteo, and the two of them were playfully wrestling with Toya. “Owww! Anzu, not the ears, let go!” Toya said, batting at the crow when he mounted Toya like a horse, and grabbed hold of his floppy white ears as though they were reigns, then broke down giggling as Toya tried to buck him off, all the while tickling the little raccoon whom he’d pinned under him.
“What in hell has gotten into the three of you?!” Farix said, walking over and picking up Anzu off of Toya’s back, only to hold him at arm’s length and shake him a bit, in the hopes that he might get the crow’s better sense back.
“You saided a bad word.” Anzu said, looking the skunk curiously in the face, “Now I gotasta tell Toya and you’s gonna get in trouble.”
“You’re kidding me,” Farix said, slapping his face as Matteo wiggled from his grasp, and he took a closer look at Toya, who had lost more time than he had. The skunk had long since dried off his own legs, and Toya’s feet, with magic, but the enchantments on their diapers was stronger than he could dispel with so little preparation, and they were designed to be impossible for him to tamper with, hence his inability to remove or dry them. He walked over and pulled Matteo out of the fray, next, who was giggling and trying to tickle him as he did. “Matteo? I need you to answer a question for me. How old were you when you when you got that special lute of yours?”
Matteo blinked, and piped down for a moment while he thought, then smiled, coming up with the answer, “I was… uh, diff many!” He said, holding up ten fingers and seven toes, then giggling at his own cleverness and running back to play with the others.
So it didn’t take their memories or knowledge, Farix thought to himself, wincing, just their… what do I even call that? Intelligence? Made them think like… kids again? It appeared as much. Toya had always enjoyed being around cubs, Farix knew, though he had tried to hide it for the past few years since the other two members of their group had joined, Farix having met Toya two years before that. It seemed to him that they were being flung backwards into the headspaces that they had occupied at that physical age, hence why he hadn’t started to think too differently, Toya had only changed slightly, and yet Matteo and Anzu had been returned to the mindset of school children. “Race you down to the next gate!” Farix said aloud, and immediately got the reaction he was looking for from the two cubs, and one overgrown cub, who all grinned at him, then stumbled over one another on their way to, then down the ladder. All except for Toya, who just leapt down, and Farix, who jumped more timidly, then used a wind spell to break his fall. The mage’s store of energy was quickly dwindling, he noticed… If only that owl would give us another chance to nap, so that I could take a breather from all this…
The doorway out of the cavernous room was built directly into the wall at the bottom of what had been the regressive pool. Anzu waddled over to his sunk sword, now dry, and tried to drag it off, but no longer had the strength to lift it. “Here, I’ll give you a hand, bud,” Toya said, ruffling the crow’s head feathers, and, much to Anzu’s dissapointment, shouldered the giant sword, and walked back over to the gate. Not that Toya had much of an easier time carrying it, being more built for speed and agility, but he got it by.
To everyone’s relief, they found themselves in a similar giant nursery room, complete with a rocking cradle, changing table, and another basket of food.
“Well now, two little tykes, and two big tykes, how cute,” the owl said, speaking again from all directions at once, his voice yet again an air of smooth condescension that made all four of them, even the cubs, blush. “Eat and take a nap. I’ve got something special planned for you four afterward.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Farix said to himself, but only belatedly realized that he’d been abandoned. Toya, Matteo and Anzu had all rushed off across the room, the two regressed cubs stumbling over toys, their bulky, soaked diapers, and one another on their way to the oversized basket of food. Toya opened it first, and took out a whole shepard’s pie, clearly with the intention of eating it whole, and buried his face into it like a five year old. “Gods… is that what Toya ate like at seventeen?” The skunk asked himself, wincing as the gravy and meat spattered his onesie, then dripped off, the garment having been cub-proofed beforehand. “No wonder he got teased…”
Shortly after, and each carrying three or four toys that they had picked up, sword and lute, which were now far too big for them anyway, left by the door to be collected later as Anzu tried to climb up the side of the giant basket, and, considerably nimbler as a child than he had been as an adult, Matteo climbed up onto the crow’s back, and began handing him down lunch items. A whole roast chicken, loaves of fresh, hot bread, still steaming as Anzu tore into it, wooden bowls full of rice and mashed potatoes, plates of sliced beef.
“I’d like to know where he gets all this stuff, and how he keeps it fresh,” Farix said, shaking his head at the bounteous feast that had been left for them, now bitten into with full knowledge that the food was tainted with a drug that would have them all squirming in their little diapers for an hour afterward, unless they wanted to just give in and mess themselves right off the bat.
Blushing, but not wanting to go along hungry, Farix ate his own share of the food, but first checked Anzu and Matteo’s heights against the ticks he’d made on his staff. Still the same. So they’ve stopped getting smaller… Maybe they won’t need a diaper change after all, or at least until after this… He blushed, and began sinking his teeth into the delectable meal, trying not to think of the humiliating wetting and messing it was going to cost him, and the degrading diaper change that would follow.
Soon, however, all four of them sprawled out, bellies stuffed. The two cubs had somehow managed to stuff themselves full of more food than the had as adults, and now looked quite a bit rounder, and were cuddled up around Toya, fast asleep.
Farix suddenly felt somewhat left out, a yard or so away and only an observer to what looked more like a litter of cubs, cuddled close on the soft, padded floor of the nursery, and only partially felt rediculous at feeling a desire to curl up with them. “It’s getting to me, too…” Farix muttered, and thought about going and sleeping in the crib, on his own, but that felt… wrong, somehow, like he was needed more with the rest of his team, since he was the last real adult left, what with Toya acting like a cub himself, and the natural second in command with Anzu… neutralized.
Somewhat discomforted, Farix stood up, and willed himself over towards the crib, waddling in his own soggy diaper, his bladder having failed long before he had gotten the relief that the faerie had promised them in exchange for acting like cubs, but only got halfway there before groaning, looking back over towards his friends, and shamelessly crawled back to them on his hands and knees, wrapping his arms around Matteo’s baby raccoon fluff as Toya adjusted his universal hug to include him, as well.
***
Yawning enormously, Farix stretched his back, then winced as he opened his nose for the first time. Oh, that can’t be good… The skunk said, sniffing for what smelled distinctly like messy diapers, and found himself the only one awake out of the four of them, and the lumpy backsides, universal.
Oh, I would have told you, the faerie said into Farix’s head, speaking mind-to-mind as he seemed to be able to do with the skunk, but nobody bothered to ask if I’d added any… additional drugs this time. I guess you little cubs can be a little easily distracted, can’t you? Not noticing a sleeping aid tossed in with your laxitative and whatnot. Want a change, little skunky?
All four of the adventurers squeaked at once, feeling something not unlike a hand suddenly gripping the seats of their diapers and squeezing, forcing the mess which they had unknowingly allowed to fill their diapers against their unwilling backsides.
“W-what the… How did I get so… AHHH!” Anzu said, squealing, and back-pedaled at the sudden realization that he was now half Toya’s size, only to trip over the raccoon, who had curled up into a comfortable little gray ball, and fall flat on his diapered rum, which squished audibly both from the influx of water earlier, and the great lumpy mess he had filled it with in his sleep.
“Eeeeww…” Matteo said, less violently repulsed by the idea of being smaller than everyone else, which he was conveniently used to by this point, but blushed palpably as he reached over and patted his own diaper, easily the fullest out of the four of them and probably due in large part to how much food he had eaten before taking that nap. “We’re all… stinky,” he said in dismay, then sat up into a crawling position to avoid unnecessary squishing of his diaper seat.
“Do any of you… remember what happened, after you got dunked in that regression water stuff?” Farix said, interested to see if they had any recollection of acting like cubs, bouncing around and playing.
Everyone looked thoughtful for a moment, Matteo and Anzu barely able to stand for how bloated and saggy their diapers were, onesies be damned, then, almost at once, the three of them where whining and groaning, covering their faces in shame. “What the heck got into me…?” Anzu said, flushed so pink that it showed even through his typically jet black feathers.
You were acting like cubs, the owl informed Farix, quite to his discomfort, never quite getting used to having a guest in your head, because the waters of the fountain of youth affects not only the body, but also the mind. That’s what made you feel so lonely last night. Unfortunately for you, like the physical effects, the psychological regression of that particular fluid are permanent, until grown out of naturally. It’ll take an effort of will to resist them, like your dear little friends are, now. Wait until they catch sight of all those toys I left out for them.
Farix groaned, processing this new influx of information, and passed the gist of it on to the other three, none of whom questioned how he knew any of this. “Come on, there’s a changing table. Matteo? You’re the stinkiest, so you get to go first.”
“Hey, I’m nah more tinky than you!” Matteo said, pointing at Farix, then pouted tremendously. Farix sighed, shaking his head, then looked over at Toya.
“Alright, the stinky little raccoon gets to stay in his used diaper,” the skunk said, in no mood to be teased by bratty, ten year old versions of his friends, “I guess you can get first…” He trailed off suddenly as Anzu pushed him gently, sending the skunk a step back, only to run into a kneeling down Matteo and trip backwards, landing with a loud splat from his diaper as he landed flat on the seat, to everyone’s general laughter. “You… brats!” Farix said, watching Anzu and Matteo break down laughing, and even Toya had to conceal a giggle.
“They got you, skunky,” Toya said, grinning, and walked over to lay down on the changing table, which buckled his waist down automatically with its enchanted belly strap. Toya squeaked as it tightened, then more straps appeared as if from nowhere and restrained his wrists and ankles as well, letting the wolf blush and groan in embarassment as his stinky backside was lain bare for all to see. But nothing further happened. No invisible, enchanted babysitter unfastened and cleaned up Toya’s diaper, as had been the case before, and, for a full minute, he just laid there awkwardly, waiting for something to happen.
These three are your responsibility, now, the owl informed Farix with a chuckle, even though the skunk was presently fighting off the poking and tickling of two very enthusiastic ten year olds, one of whom, Matteo, had wrapped his arms and legs around the mage’s face, so I think you’d best be changing that one’s diaper before he gets rash.
Farix groaned, bulling himself free of Anzu and Matteo,then glaring at them, “No rough-housing! Both of you, time-out!” He said, glaring down at the two little cubs, who looked positively taken aback by the reprimand, and went spear straight, looking up at him, then flushed red and started to frantically object.
“B-buh…! Buh buh dun wanna time out!” Matteo whined, eyes almost instantly going as wide as dinner plates as he looked pathetically up at Farix. Anzu looked more miffed than begging, and stamped his foot, crossing his wings and looking away as the bard started to cry again.
“No butts except the ones in your diapers!” Farix said, oblivious to the fact that, by all effects, he was dressed just as adorably as they were, if not more so because of his being considerably older. They both whined and complained as he took them by the paws and led them over to the crib, which he closed them into while he dealt with Toya, who, despite his restraints, was giggling at him.
“You’re one to talk, ya stinky little skunky,” Toya teased, but soon realized the folly of this when he realized it was Farix that was going to be changing his diaper.
“A stinky little skunky, am I?” Farix said, in no mood for this sort of playful jibe, and unbuttoned the wolf’s onesie flap, remembering how ticklish he’d been the previous day, or… however long ago it had been, lacking any point of reference as regards how long they’d been here. Toya giggled to himself childishly, clearly not yet understanding what Farix had in mind, and only marginally squirmed as his single, full body garment was pulled up under the waist strap, revealing the wolf’s fully loaded diaper, and fluffy black belly.
“Yup! Stinky winky skunky!” Toya teased, clearly letting his cubby, childish side get a hold of him for a moment, and actually made elephant ears with his hands and blew a raspberry at the skunk.
As though this weren’t going to be fun enough, Farix thought to himself, grinning and shaking his head. Maybe Toya caught on when the skunk wasn’t reacting to his jibes, but the smile leaked off his face, and he started to squirm a bit against his bonds uncomfortably. And that’s when Farix reached casually over the wolf’s body, sank his fingertips into Toya’s belly fur, and started to tickle him.
“N-nnuuuhh! G-gonna make me…” Toya squealed, immediately breaking into a series of frantic giggles — Farix never had dispelled the tickling charm he’d put on the wolf the previous day, and it wasn’t long at all before Toya’s giggles turned to grumbling, and his diaper looked just that much more in need of urgent changing.
“Now puppy,” Farix said, quite enjoying his new position of authority, and reached over to give Toya’s lumpy, sagging diaper a squish, which tripled the amount of pink on his face, “I could give you a fresh diaper, but that would be a lot of work… how about I just tape on another one over top?” Farix was, of course, bluffing with the wolf, but Toya, flushing bright red, was suddenly all apologies, curling self-consciously in on himself and trying to hide how well used his diaper was.
“Oh, quit teasing the puppy,” Anzu said, apparently having disobeyed Farix’s order of time-out, and made his point by giving the skunk’s own messy diaper seat a heavy squeeze, and sending him, blushing, waddling away.
“Anzu! That’s five more minutes of time-out!” Farix said, his tail fluffing up as he turned around to confront the little crow, who, abashed, backed away, apparently having forgotten with his newfound child’s attention span that he was being punished for something. The little crow floofed again, it had taken all the sheets and pillows in the crib to make a stack high enough for him and Matteo to climb out through, as Farix now saw. The raccoon, far from being ashamed of himself, was chewing on toys in the corner, and, after removing all the extra padding from the crib, he shut the two of them back inside, much to their frustration, and set a magical timer for ten minutes.
Toya was giggling when the skunk returned to him, so, checking the cupboards beneath the changing table, Farix grinned, took out a pacifier, and stuffed it into the wolf’s muzzle, silencing him with his own suckle reflex.
“There, that should keep you quiet,” Farix said, good natured, and set about changing the wolf with all due ceremony, cooing and teasing. When properly untaped, Toya stank up the entire nursery and he knew it, the wolf’s face going as red as a cherry as he squirmed under Farix’s treatment. Not wanting to actually do it hands on, the skunk did most of the changing via magic, which somehow managed to be even more degrading for the wolf, who continued to try to hide, squirm away, or complain past his suckle reflex, which had only grown stronger thanks to the years he’d lost to the regressive waters.
Farix finished up cleaning and re-diapering Toya, picking out a totally adorable blue and white sleep diaper specifically because he’d been such a handful, then snapped back up the onesie. Their clothing was all magically charmed to keep clean, and hadn’t even started to stink, despite how well… used they had been. Grumbling through his pacifier, the Wolf waddled off looking for food after Farix let him up. “I wonder…” Farix thought to himself, gently pushing on the seat of his diaper, and immediately regretted it as he was reminded of just how messy of a cub he was, “If I can change my own diaper, or if someone else is going to have to do it for me?”
Toya did look a bit smaller now than he had before, less physically matured, maybe seventeen years old now? He was still much bigger than Anzu and Matteo, both of whom were around eleven, and would likely be even further reduced if he chose to change their diapers.
Not that I have much choice… Farix thought to himself, watching the two pouty cubs wrestling one another in their now escape-proof crib for entertainment, unable to bring so much as their knees together due to the great bulk of diaper between their legs. Deciding that the worst that could happen is Toya gets some revenge, the skunk climbed up onto the changing station, diaper in hand, and waited to be restrained. He wasn’t, and, a bit more ambitious, he reached down and unsnapped his onesie flap with no intervention from the nursery.
Part 7 of a commissioned novel for toyapup following four of his characters, Matteo, a raccoon, Toya, a wolf, Farix, a skunk, and Anzu, a crow, all of them experienced adventurers, encountering something of a... little problem in a dungeon they're contracted to clear out, quickly realizing that they've bit off more than they can chew. By far the most extensive case of physical and mental regression I've written to date contained within.
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Dungeon of Crawling
***NOTE This story was intended to be read as a single, 70,000 word piece, but, since I'd be lynched for uploading a story that large, it's been indiscriminately carved into 4,000 word chunks. Each part will pick up where the last one left off, but the chunk beginning and ending points are simply the end of the 4,000 word document rounded to the end of the nearest paragraph. I'll upload the unified document if people want to read it all in one piece once the story is complete. NOTE ***
Category Story / Baby fur
Species Skunk
Gender Any
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