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Chapter 3

The tip of Scott's tail happily twitched as he descended into downstairs into the den. Plopping himself down on an oversized bean bag with bottle in paw he leaned over to grab the remote and began flipping through his collection of children's tv shows. Finally settling on a personal favorite of his childhood, Dexter's Laboratory (unsurprisingly) and he happily settled down in his place. He lifted the tip of the bottle to his lips and closed his eyes, as he began to suckle on the bottle. As any other feline, he loved to spoil himself with whole milk. The warmth of the liquid along with the additive he had added caused his body to tingle as the warmth of the liquid seeped into his insides, making his belly feel nice and comfortable. Padding the front of his diaper, he grinned around the nipple of the bottle as he sucked, knowing that all too soon he'd be putting the fluffy underpants around his waist to good use.

After finishing a little over three quarters of the bottle he began to feel full, but he continued until he had finished the entire bottle. Scott wanted to be sure that his diaper would be used as intended after all. Placing the bottle next to him on the floor, Scott settled back down onto the beanbag and began to doze lightly as he barely paid attention to what occurring on the television. He began to think himself about how brilliant the remote design he had found was. It worked on a very basic algorithm based on Newton's law of inertia, essentially setting the inertia of all objects on the planet to zero while still maintaining proper ratios of molecular vibration, that being the emission of heat. After around twenty minutes however, his thoughts were brought to a more pressing matter, that pressing matter being his bladder.

He decided that he'd try and ride it out as long as he possibly could instead of just letting go. "After all", he thought to himself, "I need to know if Dexter will be able to get himself out of the predicament he had gotten himself to." The reflexive thought of needing to go to the bathroom crossed his mind, but he shook his head with a mischievous grin on his muzzle. "I'm too busy to go to the potty" he thought, "TV is so much more important than silly things like potty training, after all what would my diaper be for if I didn't need to use it?" Slowly but surely however the pressure began to build. Finally he decided however that it was time to release once the pressure was beginning to get uncomfortable. Scott let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and relaxed completely.

At first his body resisted, unused to being allowed to release in a situation where normally he would be concerned with wetting the chair. But slowly but surely, he relaxed completely, and he could a warmth spreading throughout the front of his diaper. He slid down a little bit, forcing the absorbent insides of the diaper against himself as an incredibly vulnerable feeling washed over him. He let out his breathes in huffs and grabbed the front of his diaper as his stream began to relax. He looked down to see that he had quite thoroughly soaked the padding around his legs. But even as he watched the yellow faded from the front, indicating that the diaper had much more potential. He could still feel the warm wetness in the front of his grotch. He moaned in ecstasy and happiness. Scott had finally done what he'd spent his entire life doing since he had been a child. He had returned to being a helpless baby who could do little else than sit and diddle in his diapers.

He pushed his legs together, wanting to fully experiencing the feeling of having a warm, wet diaper. He rubbed his chest fur gently as he slid a paw down and onto the front of his padding, gently squeezing it around himself. Letting out a sigh the leopard leaned back and dozed for what he imagined couldn't have been more than an hour, for as he awoke he looked at the time on the television to see that it was 5:00 P.M. He yawned and stretched, moving around to allow himself to feel the slightly colder and heavier diaper around his waist. As he did so he inadvertently let out yet another warm stream of urine. "Wow" Scott said aloud, "those pill are pretty darn effective to be causing me to wet almost uncontrollably. Good thing I had my diaper on!" Once he had finished he squeeze the front of his diaper once again, noticing that it had grown to a much larger size, now slightly hindering his ability to walk without a waddle.

Grabbing his bottle, he decided that he'd make his ways upstairs in a much more fitting fashion than simply walking. Holding the nipple of the bottle in his teeth, Scott crawled towards the stairs and started to walk up them on all fours, waving his wet and padded tush in the air as he did. He giggled to himself, feeling incredibly childish for doing such a thing. As he reached the top of the stairs, he reached up and opened the door. He almost fell back down the stairs as he saw what waited at the top of them.