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Welcome to Jurassic (Theme) Park

Jurassic Park -- Michael Crichton's legendary 1990 novel and its equally famous 1993 film adaption -- had forever cemented the idea of recreating dinosaurs in the public imagination. For years, it had remained little more than a science fiction fantasy. But genetic engineering had soon caught up to fantasy and recreating dinosaurs was once again a possibility.

Indeed, when Mesozoic Zoo opened its doors in 2039, people all around the world hailed it as "the real Jurassic Park". Unfortunately, the subsequent creation of Mesozoicans had permanently shuttered any ideas about reopening the zoo or any other places like it.

But public imagination was nothing if not persistent. Riding the wave of disappointment over the closing of the first actual dinosaur zoo, Universal Studios decided to embark on an ambitious plan: a full-scale recreation of Jurassic World situated in the southern tip of Florida. It was to be the largest, most expensive and most technologically advanced theme park in the world.

Sure enough, the gamble paid off and Jurassic World soon became a staple of Florida just as much as Disneyworld. In a bit of a bizarre twist, the theme park was one of the largest employers of Mesozoicans in Florida.

Which was where Skthaern found himself each and every morning before the park opened. He entered the employee locker room. The scent of sweat filled his nostrils even though he could also smell that they had been cleaned only a few hours by the janitors. He wrinkled his muzzle as he picked up the scent of spray-on deodorant that someone had used...last night.

The raptor turned a corner and found a Human male getting dressed. His uniform consisted of the classic "safari" look with khaki shorts, vest and a wide brimmed cotton safari hat with the Jurassic World logo prominently embroidered on the front.

"Morning, Snowball," the man said as he adjusted his hat. The Deinonychus chirruped and nodded. He insisted on the use of the nickname because he found that many Humans couldn't pronounce his name.

Snowball opened up his locker and found his issued costume and feather care supplies. And of course, diapers and changing supplies. While he was one of the few Mesozoicans who were continent during the day (only needing diapers when he went to sleep), the staff encouraged all Mesozoican employees to be diapered.

Of course, he didn't mind at all. The Deinonychus carefully extracted a diaper from the opened package. The infantile scent of baby powder wafted up from the diaper, making him chitter in pleasure. He grabbed the rest of his changing supplies and headed over to one of the stalls. The stalls themselves looked just like standard public bathroom stalls. Except the toilet was replaced with a changing table/sink combo and diaper recycling bins were provided.

He placed his changing mat down and began to liberally apply powder. When he was certain he was powdered enough, he quickly got down to work diapering himself. The Deinonychus looked at himself in the mirror. He chirruped in affirmation as he admired the rather cute looking Deinonychus with light blue feathers and a surprisingly bulky diaper with a stylized claw design. He gently squeezed his legs together, feeling the soft mass of his padding gently forcing his legs apart.

He put his supplies away and unlocked the door, letting a Compy with a dirty diaper scamper into the stall. By now, the locker room was starting to get a little more active with Humans and Mesozoicans alike arriving and getting ready for work.

"Gonna be a big day, today huh?" a man said as he adjusted his name tag.

"It always is," Snowball replied as he headed to his locker, his diaper crinkling all the way. Inside his locker was his issued costume and a backpack water carrier. He quickly filled the water carrier at the nearby water fountain, pressurized it and put it on over his back. Thanks to their body type, backpack water carriers for them could not rely on gravity or suction to deliver water to the mouth of a Mesozoican. As a result, pressure-driven water carriers were developed.

The pebbly light grey skin with the prominent blue stripes along the flanks were a dead giveaway as to who the costume was supposed to represent. The Deinonychus put on the carefully stepped into the lower part of the costume and donned the "cuirass" that was supposed to represent Blue's much more heavily muscled chest. The next piece to go on was a cover that he placed on top of his own tail.

Snowball then carefully hooked up what looked like a PDA to a port that was concealed under a little flap of fabric. He checked over everything and tapped the screen. As if by magic, the costume began to expand and cover his body, except for his head. The secret to this was the costume's material -- electroactive shape-memory polymers originally from the robotics industry. A simple electrical signal was all it took to get the costume to its proper form.

A few seconds later, the "bridle" (with the water tube attached) and then the headpiece came on and Snowball was transformed into the spitting image of Blue from Jurassic World.

He walked out of the locker room and headed out over to the Main Street entrance. As it was still relatively early, the park wasn't too crowded. That said, there were still some people milling about taking in the sights and attractions. A sign that advertised the Mosasaurus show was covered over with an announcement stating that the show had been canceled due to the need for repairs.

Snowball passed by another Jurassic World worker as he made his way to the Raptor Research Area. When he did, the smell of earth and jungle hit him. The main attraction was a large paddock with heavily barred gates and fences. Catwalks ringed the gate. Surrounding the area were numerous jungle plants that helped complete the illusion of being on Isla Nublar.

Inside the "cage" were the two other performers. As the attraction was not open yet, the three Deinonychus were simply chatting with their coworkers. Snowball chuckled at the hilarious situation of Charlie having a chat with an ACU trooper about last night's football game.

"We ready?" the ACU trooper asked.

"The moment Delta gets here, we're opening up," the actor playing Owen replied. "Where is she anyways?"

Strangely, "Delta" was the only member of Raptor Squad to be played by an actual female Mesozoican. Snowball could already hear the crowd outside the closed gate; apparently this was quite a popular attraction.

It was then that "Delta" arrived. She opened a hidden gate at the rear of the "enclosure" and entered. "Sorry for making y'all wait for me."

"Owen" tried to suppress a laugh. He was thankful that the performers playing Raptor Squad didn't speak...otherwise "Delta's" distinct North Carolina accent would have the crowd in stitches from the sheer incongruity of the whole situation. "Good. We are on in a few minutes!"

Snowball chirruped in excitement. He absolutely loved seeing the smiles on kids' faces when they saw Owen and his Raptor Squad. The Deinonychus went over the script in his head. First up was the training session, then a meet and greet/photo opportunity. Of course, to further enhance the realism of the scene (and keep mischievous kids, perverted teens and sundry troublemakers from damaging the expensive costumes or molesting the performers), the crowd and "Raptor Squad" would be separated by steel bars and "Owen" would be on hand to keep the rambunctious crowd under control.

"And we are live!" The announcement caused all extraneous chatter to stop as everyone took their places.

And not a moment too soon. The gate to the attraction opened and a veritable flood of people poured in. Snowball noticed that the crowd was roughly split between Humans and Mesozoicans.

Snowball could see perfectly through the eyes of the costume thanks to them being made of one-way glass.

He saw a curious Human child reach try to reach through the bars, only to be stopped by "Owen". The Deinonychus bobbed his head and chirruped as he looked over the scene only to perk up as he heard, "Eyes on me!"

That was his cue!

He looked up at "Owen". His fellow performers did so as well. He produced a low growl from his throat as he swished his tail back and forth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the crowd watching in rapt fascination. Their eyes widened as "Owen" tossed a rat to "Charlie". She quickly gulped down the rat and looked at "Owen" standing on the catwalk with a bucket beside him. The same procedure was followed for all the members of the squad.

"And this one is for you, my beta, Blue." A large rat was held up by "Owen"

Snowball moved his jaws a bit. Just as expected, the control bridle picked up his movements and translated them to his headpiece. He opened his mouth, the headpiece mirroring his actions perfectly and caught the thrown rat in his mouth.

Of course, he didn't actually consume the rat, given that it was a soft plastic prop. Instead it was passed into to a container in the costume's cuirass where it would be retrieved, inspected and if necessary, repaired for use in the next show.

The Deinonychus swallowed a gulp of water from his pressurized water carrier as he watched the crowd.

A little boy asked one of the "handlers" if he could feed or pet the raptors. Of course, the "handler" replied with the same rehearsed response: no, he may not feed or pet them because Owen is the only person they trust.

A Deinonychus hatchling approached the enclosure and tried to stick her muzzle through the steel bars to try and sniff at "Echo". She chirruped and swished her tail, making her diaper rustle. An "ACU trooper" approached the hatchling. "Excuse me," he said. "Please do not stick anything into the enclosure." He gently ushered her away from the steel bars. A Deinonychus couple approached and gently picked up their hatchling. The male apologized to the "trooper" before he joined his mate back amongst the spectators.

It was then that Snowball felt the amount of water he had drank to keep well hydrated under the hot Floridian sun make itself known. He pushed ever so slightly and he was soon able to feel his diaper swelling as it quickly soaked up his excretions. Thankfully, he hadn't consumed much other than water and some light snacks before arriving so his mess wasn't too odorous or solid.

Once that was done, the Deinonychus was left with a warmer, heavier and squishier but still mostly dry to the touch diaper. He looked at "Owen" and waited for the next part of the show to begin.

"And we're moving!" That was the signal to show the "Raptor Enrichment Area". It was an amphitheater designed to mimic the area of the same name from Jurassic World.

Snowball followed the rest of the saurian performers as they headed through a gate while the "guards" informed the onlookers where to go.

***

Sure enough, the amphitheater was set up for today's show. Since the performers were playing as the intelligent, but non-sapient Raptor Squad, the show involved them solving puzzles and maybe painting. Of course, the puzzles were relatively easy, being designed for a toddler. Of course, the puzzles could still pose a challenge...especially if one came onto the stage under the influence.

Snowball chittered at the memory of "Charlie" screwing up one of the puzzles and then unleashing a torrent of profanity that wouldn't have been out of place from a sailor. While it was hilarious to see (and quite a bit of the audience found it amusing), the parents in the audience were not pleased to find out their children had learned several new words pertaining to reproduction and excretion. Of course, "Charlie" was quickly fired for both showing up to work drunk and unprofessional conduct.

The Deinonychus perked up as he heard "Owen" addressing the crowd and stating how intelligent the raptors were. Snowball looked over the area; several toys along with an easel were scattered about.

He decided to try the easel. As was usual, "Barry" held up a palette with several paints on it. "Come on girl," he said. "Show them what you've got!"

Snowball carefully picked up the paintbrush with his costume's muzzle and began scribbling on the paper. He even used his costume's claws to scratch the paper some and work some paint into the gashes. While the sharpened composite claws on the costume helped with the authenticity and provided much needed traction on the dirt that made up the floor of the amphitheater, they were nearly as dangerous as the real thing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Echo" sniffing at a toy ball and trying to get the "rat" out of it. Much of the crowd seemed fascinated. Of course, he could also see some of crowd jockeying to get a good shot of the raptors as they worked at the puzzles.

Of course, one lucky guest would get the picture he made in character as "Blue". As such, he tried to sign "Blue" on it using only his mouth but he ended up with a semi-legible green smear.

"Good girl." The praise of course, was all part of the act. Even so, it made Snowball feel quite pleased with himself.

After several minutes, he heard "Owen" mention something about a training run. That was the signal that the show was over and the performers would get a few hours break while the next show was prepared. As was rehearsed, the four raptors followed "Owen" through the gate at the back of the amphitheater. Thanks to clever landscaping and perspective tricks, the entrance to the staff room was made to look like the start of a dirt road on Isla Nublar.

***

Inside the lounge -- which in sharp contrast to the fantastic setting of Isla Nublar inside the park, was a bland corporate decor that wouldn't be out of place in an office...albeit with some touches that helped sell the illusion of the location being the real Jurassic World, like a statue of John Hammond near the entrance -- Snowball watched as "Echo", "Charlie" and "Delta" carefully took off their costumes using the PDA that they had carefully tucked into a hidden pocket in the costume's cuirass. The costumes were then placed on racks near the entrance of the door along with the water carriers that they wore underneath their costumes to ensure proper hydration. Snowball did the same and rejoined his fellow performers in the lounge.

"Echo" headed out of the lounge. The fact that his diaper was visibly bulging under his tail was a pretty obvious indication as to the reason for his departure.

"Delta" rumbled as she stretched out. Her diaper crinkled as she took a seat on one of the couches. "So what are y'all planning on doing for break?" In sharp contrast to the three male Mesozoicans, her feathers were a subdued, almost dull brown. It was a throwback to their origins as genetically modified birds; the males tended to have more colorful feathers. There were of course, exceptions to the rule.

The dull blue feathers of Snowball and the nearly blinding iridescent green and red feathers of "Charlie" were a testament to the fact.

"I'm gonna see what the park has to offer," Snowball said. He sat down on the couch, his diaper audibly squishing as he did so.

"Erm, Snowball," "Charlie" said as he averted his eyes from the aforementioned raptor's swollen diaper. "You might want to change."

Snowball gave his diaper a quick squeeze. It gently squished under his touch but the padding didn't overtly slosh around. "I'll be fine."

"Echo" returned and sat on the couch. "I'm going to grab lunch. Any of you want anything?"

"Bought my own," "Owen" replied as he headed to use the bathroom.

"See you all in a few hours," Snowball replied as he exited the room.

***

The Deinonychus made his way back to the "Raptor Enrichment Area" using a cleverly disguised entrance. Obviously, none of the guests in the area recognized him as "Blue". As a testament to the show's popularity, the seats in the amphitheater were quickly filling up despite the next show being half an hour away.

Snowball then passed by a Deinonychus pushing two Compies in a stroller. One of them was apparently a teenager as evidenced by his appearance.

"Ssthaia!" the elder Compy whined as he tried to conceal his very infantile diaper with his tail and fidgeted in his seat. "I told you, I don't want my friends to see me in this diaper!"

The Deinonychus -- evidently, the babysitter for the duo -- shook her head and sighed. "Ktahus! It's your fault you didn't pack any extra diapers!"

"But I don't need to wear during the day!"

"Too bad, your mom wants you to wear a diaper while we're here. And besides, that accident you had earlier says otherwise."

You don't know what you're missing. Snowball thought with a chuckle. He chanced a peek at the older Mesozoican as she headed off. She was rather chunky but her steel-grey feathers made her quite attractive...and she wore her flower patterned diaper quite well.

Snowball shook his head and decided that checking out female Mesozoicans wasn't a productive use of his break time. And so, he headed over to the Margaritaville restaurant and took a seat at the bar. His diaper audibly squished as he sat down but no one paid the noise any heed. Should probably change my diaper soon. He thought as he looked over the crowded eatery.

He watched as a Human woman approached a table with both Human and Mesozoican diners. Said woman soon began gushing over how cute the brown Velociraptor sitting in the high chair was. The Deinonychus chittered softly in amusement as the little dinosaur shrunk in on herself and fluffed up her feathers. Her companions -- even the Mesozoicans -- were trying hard to stifle giggles.

"Not cute," the mortified raptor muttered.

Snowball watched as one of the Mesozoicans politely informed the woman that said Velociraptor was an adult, causing her to profusely apologize and hastily excuse herself.

Luckily, Snowball, being the size of an adult male Human never had that problem. That was not to say that he wasn't unfamiliar with the issue (sizeism, they called it). After all, he had Compy and Velociraptor friends who were often mistaken for hatchlings by ignorant Humans or Mesozoicans. Still, they took it in stride.

The Deinonychus's stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. He cracked open the menu and looked it over. Most of the dishes had themed names like "Indominus burger" or "pterodactyl wings" but there were some that had more prosaic names.

He settled on ordering the "pterodactyl wings" and a simple glass of water. A quick flash of the employee ID hanging on a chain around his neck netted him the 10% discount. While he waited for his meal to arrive, Snowball pondered what attraction to visit next. Perhaps the Innovation Center? Or maybe the petting zoo?

Snowball took a sip of water as he waited for his order to be processed. As he looked around the area, he wondered if his friend would be arriving soon. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the waiter informing him that his meal was ready.

The basket of freshly fried chicken wings, glistening with the signature deep red "Jurassic Sauce" was placed in front of him. The scent of chicken and spices wafting up to his nose and making him salivate. The menu did warn that it was quite pungent, but Snowball paid no heed to it, seeing as his avian heritage meant that he was immune to spicy foods. Though he had to wonder, was he missing out? Shrugging, he picked up the first wing and placed the whole thing in his mouth, crushing the bones with his powerful jaws and practically swallowing it whole. What stuck out to the Deinonychus was how incredibly juicy and fresh the chicken was; the spices were just a mere afterthought. Although he could taste the spices, the experience was akin to viewing a stunning vista through frosted glass -- a pale imitation of the full experience.

In less than half an hour, the entire basket of wings had been consumed. Snowball carefully licked the sauce off his claws and used a napkin to remove the bits of sauce from his muzzle. He called over the waiter for his check. When he was presented with the check, he simply passed over a credit card he carried in a thin wallet he had hanging from a chain around his neck.

Quickly signing the check and adding the tip in for the waiter, Snowball left it on the table and exited the café. The humid Floridian air wafted into his nostrils, making him feel alive. He checked the helpful clock/map/information kiosk that was placed in the middle of Main Street.

"Still got almost two hours to kill," Snowball muttered.

He tapped the display and finally settled on Gallimimus Valley. Maybe he could see what the roboticists were cooking up.

***

Snowball leaned over the fence that separated Gallimimus Valley from the throngs of visitors. He could feel the herds of the eponymous robotic dinosaurs as they thundered through the lush valley. A man in the Jurassic World uniform assisted a Compy into the tour vehicle before he took into the driver's seat. The vehicle itself was an army surplus armored truck that had been modified to seat about thirty or so passengers. Even though the robotic dinosaurs were programmed to avoid the vehicles, accidents did occur. And of course, the armor helped sell the illusion that the robots were living, breathing creatures.

The Deinonychus's tail twitched slightly as his diaper dampened yet again as the water from lunch made its way through him. He could feel the wet diaper weighing his hindquarters down but he figured he could go another few hours without a change.

A squish was heard as someone accidentally bumped into his sodden diaper. They hastily apologized and went on their way. Snowball swiped his ID card on a reader next to the wooden gate and walked down the trail that led to the robotics workshop.

The workshop itself was cleverly disguised as a little tropical style cabana. The door swung open and revealed a simple elevator and a staircase that descended down into the ground. The room was cool and sterile -- a sharp contrast to the tropical environs of Jurassic World. He could already hear the sound of various machine tools coming up from the stairwell. He opened the door and descended down the stairs.

At the bottom was a well-lit sterile concrete room with assorted robots in various states of disassembly. The scent of metal, grease and other industrial odors assailed Snowball's nostrils.

He watched as a Compy wearing a miniaturized tool belt and what was clearly a Pampers Baby Dry diaper under a dark blue horse blanket-style covering passed by him. Said mechanic then clambered aboard a Gallimimus carefully suspended from an overhead crane and began unscrewing the dented outer cosmetic shell. Two other workers carefully removed it once the Compy had finished his work, revealing a rather organic looking skeleton of black plastic and honeycombed metal bones. The trio then carefully inspected the robot to see if there was any damage from the impact.

A 3d printer at the rear of the shop was in the process of creating a replacement shape-memory polymer muscle.

"Can I help you?" the supervisor asked as she looked over Snowball.

"I'm on break now. But when will the Mosasaurus be back online?" he asked

The woman sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Not for several weeks. She got a virus." Keeping in tradition with the park, the robots were often referred to as female. "Some fucker thought it'd be funny to hijack her and try to swim her onto the local beach and then she got hit by a boat."

A shower of sparks flew as a Troodon welded a horn back onto a Triceratops skull. The large door at the front opened and a newly refinished Stegosaurus lumbered out into Gallimimus Valley.

He looked over at a well-dressed man speaking to a Deinonychus wearing a dark blue horse blanket-style covering that completely covered their hindquarters. Snowball couldn't understand what they were saying as it was so full of robotics jargon that they might as well have been speaking a foreign language. But he got the vague impression that a new attraction might be coming up.

Snowball bade the supervisor farewell and headed out of the workshop and back into the Floridian air. He then decided to head back to Main Street and see what other attractions were available for him to browse.

***

The Deinonychus watched the boats go by for the Jurassic River Cruise as he peered over the wooden footbridge that spanned the eponymous river. Several robotic dinosaurs moved around and nibbled on the grasses and plants. Some even inspected the boats. All in all, the scene was calm and peaceful. At least over the river.

On the bridge was another story as guests and staff of all species and sizes rushed past on their way to their destination. Chatter in multiple languages mingled with the synthesized dinosaur noises and rushing water of the ride that passed under the bridge.

He watched as a Compy janitor, diaper practically dragging on ground, squeezed past him on the way to clean up a mess somewhere in the park. A woman holding a baby at arm's length frantically rushed by him. Snowball scrunched his muzzle up as a foul odor wafted by him. Apparently, the baby had dirtied their diaper.

The Deinonychus felt a familiar pressure in his stomach. With a barely visible change in his expression, his tail lifted slightly and his diaper began to bulge out under his tail as he pushed the remains of his lunch into the seat of his diaper. This time the mess was a lot more solid...and smellier. Thankfully, he could thankful he could afford the best and most comfortable diapers available... and Mesozoican diapers and hygiene products tended have much better odor control to account for their clientele's sensitive noses.

He sighed in relief as he felt his padding get heavier as he continued emptying himself. Of course, no one said anything despite the fact he was obviously soiling his diaper.

"Hey Snowball!"

The Deinonychus turned around to see who had spoken to him. It was a well-built and tanned Human dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. The man's black hair was cut in a military style buzz cut.

"Hey Kuri! What's up?" Snowball ran up to his friend and nuzzled him. "Thought you were shipboard today?"

Petty Officer Third Class Michael Kuri -- known as Mike or Kuri to his friends -- reciprocated with a hug. "Nah, my tour starts tomorrow. So how's work?"

Snowball chittered. "Same old. Heard they're trying to make a more physical oriented Raptor Squad show. You?"

"The usual paperwork and government bureaucracy shit." His eyes then traveled to Snowball's diapered rear.

"Um, Kuri," Snowball said as he played with his claws. "What are you looking at?" He squeaked as he felt the Human give his diapered rump a few teasing pats, making the firm contents of his diaper press against his underside. "Kuri..." Snowball whined as his feathers fluffed in embarrassment.

"I think a certain Dein just made a stinky in their padding." Kuri gave Snowball's diaper a final, playful squeeze. A few were starting to stare...mostly young Humans who assumed the two to be lovers instead of friends.

Snowball shied away from his friend's teasing. Despite his fluffed feathers, he enjoyed it. Like most Mesozoicans, he was very physically affectionate. Kuri chuckled and gently scratched the Deinonychus on his muscular, feathery neck, making him rumble in pleasure. "Come on, Snowball, let's get you changed into a nice, fresh diaper before you go back to work."

Snowball bobbed his head. "That I would like very much." He clutched Kuri's hand in his own -- taking care not to scratch him -- and crossed the bridge onto the pathway that would take them to the Innovation Center.