The Morning After
I had to piss. That was the first thought I had upon waking up. My head was pounding. I could see light through my eyelids, so I knew better than to open my eyes. I was clearly lying on a mattress, but that was about all I knew about where I was. The last thing I remembered was partying it up, a beer in my paw, neither the first nor the last of the night. I really had to piss, so with a groan, I tried to sit up. Much to my confusion, something stopped me.
"Wha?" I muttered hoarsely. I soon realized that there was a leather strap across my bare chest. I would have to open my eyes to figure out what was going on. I cautiously lifted my eyelids and was momentarily blinded by sunlight pouring in through the windows. I instinctively rubbed my eyes, but this only led to further confusion, as my paws were locked into thick blue mittens. "What the fuck?" I whispered, my throat hurting with every word. Moving my paws from my eyes, I looked around, quickly closing my eyes. I was dreaming. That was the only explanation. "Wake up, wake up!" I muttered.
A moment later, I opened my eyes again, but nothing had changed. I was lying in a gigantic crib, a leather strap holding me down. The worst part was the thick diaper taped around my waist. It was dry, but my bladder continued to ache. I searched the strap across my chest, hoping to find some way to release it, but within my entire grasp, there was nothing but the leather.
"I have to get out of here." I muttered, moaning as my throat protested. I realized that a drink of water would really help, but that only made the need to pee all the stronger.
I stared up at the ceiling, noting a mobile hanging off the headboard above me. It was just a generic mobile, so I was soon staring past it. The ceiling proved to provide little amusement, so I decided I might try to sleep some more. I shut my eyes, hoping that I might wake up back home or anywhere other than here. The combined forces of my bladder and thirst prevent me from falling asleep, much to my chagrin.
I was halfway convinced that I was to be left there to die when I heard the door open. I looked up as much as I could with a strap across my chest and saw a smiling raccoon walk in. He was about my age, but I didn't recognize him. I figured that he had kidnapped me from the party last night, which did not help my first impression of him.
"How's my little cubby?" My glare would have killed him if it could have.
"Who the fuck are you?" I hissed, my voice growing more hoarse by the second. He came over and patted the diaper around my waist.
"Still dry, I see." His paw moved up to my chiseled abs. "Not very chubby. I like chubby cubbies!" He laughed as though he had made a joke.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't worry." He announced, ignoring me completely. "I know how to make a chubby cubby!" He reached out of my view and I heard the sound of wheels rolling on the floor. Into my view came what looked like a modified IV stand with a large bag of what seemed to be gruel. At one end of it was a large hose that ended in a mouthpiece. About midway down the pole was a small control panel, which he began to push buttons on. The pole grew taller and taller until it was high over his head. "This, my good little cubby, is a machine of my own invention. It'll pump all the food you'll ever need right into your cute little mouth.
"Your food, but the way, is also of my own creation. Its chock full of calories which will, in combination with just lying there day after day, help you to gain a good layer of cubby fat." He smiled down at me and tussled my headfur. "You won't be in shape for football anymore, but you'll be the perfect little cubby!" My glare became even more severe, but he seemed unperturbed by it. He grabbed the hose and slipped it into my mouth. I spat it out. He returned it to my mouth. I again spat it out, smirking defiantly. "No, no cubby!" The raccoon scolded. "You need to leave the tube in, otherwise how will you get food?" He was probably crazy enough to let me starve, so I allowed him to slip the tube in. I didn't plan to hang around long enough to actually gain any significant weight.
The tube fit snugly into my mouth. It was almost as though it had been specially designed for me, a chilling thought. The raccoon returned to fiddling with the control panel and with a whir, the food began to pump into my mouth. I tried not to swallow at first, but the flow was both swift and constant. In a matter of seconds, it was either swallow or drown. I chose the former. The gruel had no taste, which was better than nothing. The only problem was the sheer volume of it. I was full after only a few swallows, but the mush continued to flow. Despite being able to see the slowly emptying bag in the corner of my eye, I began to wonder if the flow was endless.
I could almost feel my stomach bursting when the pump shut off with a klunk. For a moment, I was convinced that the pump had simply broken down, but the raccoon slipped the mouthpiece from my muzzle.
"All gone! What a good cubby!" His voice was overly sweet. I rolled my eyes.
"Someone's going to wonder where I am!" The raccoon laughed.
"Don't worry your cubby head about that." He mussed up my headfur again. "Now then, let's do something about that diaper, hmm?" I stared at him. My- the diaper was still dry, so what did he mean? He reached over my head and flipped a switch on the mobile.
It began to turn more quickly than I was expecting and I stared up at it in fascination. It felt as though my mind was being pulled toward the spiral and I just kind of went along with it. I began to drool, but I didn't seem to mind. The raccoon grinned.
"That's a good cubby." He patted the front of my diaper as it yellowed. My bladder had released without my realizing it, but all I cared about was watching the mobile spin around and around and around, on and on, my mind slipping away.