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Petty Crimes

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Trissy

Contains: Sissification, Chastity, Diapers, Sub/Dom

Rating: NSFW 18+

There was no moon light that night, everything seemed pitch black and eerie from the lack of luminescence as the rag-tag gang of teenagers slinked their way between the streets and alleys, snickering at the brass jokes they passed between each other.

As one of them remarked a particularly snarky comment, the group laughed, eager to show that they belonged in their group of friends, wanting to prove to each other they were worthy of their reputation.

One of the furry individuals mucking about past bedtime was a white red panda named Powder. His fur coloration was rather unique, as his white stripes were interspersed with light mint green ones. His headfur had a similar color in addition to having his hair partially drawn over his left eye.

He had taken the name of 'Gun Powder' as his nickname, for he was afraid that if he ever were to show any fear or apprehension that the name 'Baby Powder' might pop into their minds.

That name also happened to be his mother's favorite pet name for him, and as he blew some of his hair out of his face he shuddered to think the endless ridicule he might suffer were his compatriots to discover this name.

The group rounded a corner and arrived at their destination. Before them was a large, newly unmarked giant brick wall erected between two buildings.

"Virgin canvas!"

One of the vagabonds shouted, and the group suppressed their giggles as not to bring attention to themselves.

Peering around to make sure there were not any hidden police cars spying on them, the group quickly set to work getting their spray paint cans out of their backpacks.

Powder, who had worn the most amount of black that day to make up for his snowy white fur, took out his own spray cans and set to work, signing his insignia on the wall as well as setting to work putting up other artistic descriptions ranging from benign to downright unsavory.

The group continued to work for several more minutes, commenting on each other's work and exchanging ideas. The desperate, youthful desire to be included was ripe in all of them as they clambored for each other's approval.

Powder found, to his relief, that the group seemed to deem his work acceptable, saying that his work wasn't too shabby for his first time out on a spray gig.

Just as they were wrapping up, a clear, stern voice rang out over the street, shaking the youths down to their core as they whipped around to see the source of it, frightened and surprised.

"And just what do you kids think you're doing marking up this wall? Do you have any idea how the people who helped put it up might feel seeing you desecrate their hard work with your scribbles?"

As the group remained frozen, wondering who in the world this female bovine was and what she wanted to do with them she continued.

"Such a waste of artistic talent too! You know our city provides permits for putting up murals you know, there's a proper way to express yourselves you silly gooses!"

At this point the gang had come to their senses and frantically began to pack their belongings before scattering.

"Every fur for himself!"

One of the stockier ones of the group shouted as he sprinted, one of his paint cans falling out of his backpack which he had not closed properly due to his haste.

Powder felt his fight or flight mode kick in as he grabbed his own cans; his heart sinking to between his knees as he felt the bovine grab his arm in a firm, vice like grip.

"Now where do you think you're going, princess?"

Panic stricken, he struggled and thrashed trying to get out of her grasp as he shouted for help, but his friends had already vanished into the night.

"You'll only make it worse for yourself the more you struggle!"

At this comment Powder stopped, and through the matted hair covering his eyes got his first good glance at this towering woman.

Solidly built but retaining a graceful posture, the grey colored cow bore a knowing, bemused expression. Her eyes sparkled with mirth and kindness even as she gazed sternly at him, his body posture and tone indicating that she was displeased with Powder's behavior.

"Now I'm going to give you two choices: either you come with me and I'll personally show you what this kind of behavior deserves and then let you off or I report you to the authorities myself. Your choice, panda butt."

The panda's thoughts raced, while the rather comforting disposition of the motherly cow told him that he probably should not be afraid of her, the fact that she was looking to teach him a lesson personally gave him a sense of trepidation.

At the same time, getting reported to the authorities meant that this might go on his permanent record, something that he would like to avoid if possible.

I can't risk losing my job... I think I might just have to take a gamble and do whatever this lady wants."

Stuttering, he avoided her appraising gaze and replied softly.

"P-please don't report me... I'll... I'll come with and cooperate, I... I promise..."

Looking up, he saw an expression of satisfaction appear on the bovine's muzzle and to his surprise she immediately released him from her grasp.

"Smart choice! Follow me now, I'll be in charge of entertaining you for the evening, Baby Powder."

He was just about to make a break for it, thinking that he had finally found his chance to escape when she dropped his mother's pet name for him.

Did she just... but how could she have?... I mean... does she know..?

The cow stopped in her tracks, turning her head back but not looking back at him.

"Are you coming, darling?"

Fearing that she knew enough about him that she could still very much report him, Powder took in a deep breath and shouldered his backpack, following quickly behind the cow's long, purposeful strides.

~

For the next ten minutes the duo walked out of the town area and towards a neighborhood that Powder had not yet visited.

Being a trucker since a young age he rarely found the opportunity to be able to walk around his hometown as much as he wanted.

Even though he was 24 years old he was still the youngest of his group of fellow delinquents. He had little options for friends, and had found himself landing in, at least according to his mother, the 'wrong crowd.'

Still, he wondered at the fact that he had never met the powerful woman walking a foot in front of him, not bothering to glance behind her to see if he was behind her or not.

His mind began to wander as he shifted uneasily, considering still whether he should make a break for it.

What does she want to do with me anyway?

Before he had enough time for his imagination to run wild, the bovine turned off the sidewalk and walked up to the front porch of a comfortable looking home.

"Home sweet home, do wipe your feet on the welcome mat darling I just mopped the other day."

Following her instructions, Powder could not help but admire the obvious care the bovine put into making her home feel comfortable.

As he stepped into the house he saw the living room was furnished with several cushy looking couches and seats, and from the kitchen came several appetizing smells.

"Up the stairs now, follow me sugar plum."

Finding that his cheeks were now shining red from the bovine's continual use of affectionate names, he complied as he walked up the carpet stairs, noting that the cow seemed to have a unique taste in paintings along the way.

"My name is Antoinette, sweetie, but I think it'll be more appropriate if you call me Mommy for the rest of the evening."

Just as Powder was going to ask why in the world he would want to call her that, he turned from the hallway into the room that Antoinette's voice was coming from.

In between his shaggy hair, the image that met his gaze caused his jaw to drop.

Before him standing in all its pastel colored glory was a nursery sized big enough to fit somebody his age and size.

A large crib with rails reaching all the way up to the ceiling stood proudly in the corner. A large changing table, diaper pail, rocking chair, shaggy carpeting, and an overflowing toy chest filled with stuffed animals were also present.

The walls were covered with pastel colored depictions of flowering fields and mystical forests, with little nature critters bouncing around the flowery fields and hiding between tree branches.

The thing that stood out with all of them around their waists were thick, cushy looming diapers with cutesy, babyish patterning on all of them.

The sight of the room caught the panda short of breath, and he swayed in the doorway, feeling overstimulated by the sight before him.

"Alright darling, drop your backpack by the door and hop up onto the changing table now."

"Wha... what?"

Adopting a sterner expression and tone, Antoinette patted the plastic covering of the oversized changing table expectantly.

"You heard me panda bear, get your behind on this table before I make you regret it!"

Feeling sheepish, Powder let his backpack slide off his shoulders as he approached the changing table, feeling as if doing so he would be sealing his doom.

"Hop up!"

Antoinette prodded, and feeling his cheeks burn once more the red panda complied, climbing onto the changing table and turning on his back.

"Now stay still, I'm going to undress you and put you into something more suitable. There's no need to be embarrassed, I'm a licensed medical professional so you're in good hands. Now be a good girl for me and don't squirm too much."

His cheeks now fully red at being admonished in a feminizing fashion, he allowed the bovine and helped him out of his shirt and hoodie, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she pulled his pants and then his boxes off of him, leaving him fully naked on the changing table.

He shivered, feeling nervous as his mind raced, thinking that this situation could not possibly get worse.

The bovine laid a firm, but comforting hand on top of his stomach.

"Alright now, because you did something you know very well you should not have, I'm going to punish you."

From beneath the changing table she retrieved two oversized diapers. One was blue colored and covered with cloud patterns, the other was pastel pink and covered with designs of ponies prancing around with gleeful expressions and multi-colored rainbows.

"You have a choice, either you pick the baby blue or the princes pi-"

She was interrupted as she looked down to see that the goat boy was beginning to display a very obvious sign of pleasure.

Her mouth was slightly ajar as her gaze met with his, his cheeks now on fire with blushy embarrassment.

"I see that I may have grabbed just the right person out of that group, I have to be honest I'm quite surprised."

She poked his stomach playfully, a winning smile on her muzzle as she continued on to tease.

"I didn't know I had an actual adult baby on my hands! Gosh what luck do I have! I can't say the same for you, however."

Just as Powder thought he would die of embarrassment as he felt his passion throb at the infantile teasing, his heart sank once more as she saw Antoinette bring out a small, pink and steel cage from underneath the changing table.

"Unfortunate for you princess, I've already decided your wardrobe for the evening. Good sissies don't get stiffies, so this little tool of mine will ensure that you're on your best behavior as long as you're in my care."

Before he had a chance to resist, Antoinette brought the sheath of the cage over his erection and crammed it into the tight, limiting space of the unforgiving cage. Working quickly, she deftly looped the underside of the ring under his jewels before clicking the device into place.

She twisted the key on the lock as the unforgiving restriction on his member caused him to whimper instinctively, the enjoyment of erotic nature of the scene was now forbidden as Antoinette looped the key onto a necklace which she promptly hid within her generous bossom.

"There we are, all good sissies are caged sissies after all. Now then, let's get your snow white behind into some princess pampers, shall we?"

Feeling crushed, abashed, humiliated, and defeated Powder could only observe helplessly as Antoinette worked away at his diaper area, rubbing preemptive rash cream into his fur as well as applying a generous amount of powder, causing him to sneeze twice.

"Awww, well aren't my little girl's little sneezes adorable, must have gotten some of that powder of yours into your cute wittle nose!"

Reaching forward she booped his nose gently with her forefinger, causing the blush to brighten as she teased and belittled him.

Before he knew what was happening Antoinette was bringing the front of his diaper over his crotch, secretly placing the tape tabs into place symmetrically and snuggly before patting him on his diapered, caged front.

"There we go, now I don't have to worry about any silly accidents my little baby girl might have this evening. And I won't have to deal with any naughty diaper tents that little things like you I know are just dying to erect!"

Powder opened his mouth, feeling now that he could hold back his protests no longer. To his surprise, he found that instead of sound coming out of how muzzle something was inserted in.

He crossed his eyes, laying there on the changing table with nothing but a pink diaper around his waist and a large, pink pacifier in his muzzle.

The bulb felt intrusive in his mouth, yet its shape was in such a fashion that it did not feel uncomfortable.

"There we go, good little sissies know better than to talk back to their Mommies. That pacifier better stay in that mouth until I say otherwise or you'll be going to bed tonight with a very, very sore behind."

Feeling as if she seemed to be predicting every single one of his thoughts and moves, has she done this kind of stuff before? He could only find himself suckling instinctively on the pacifier, not wanting to invoke any more punishments onto himself.

"Now then, now that we have eliminated the chances of you saying that I would make you regret later let's get to putting you into some more appropriate attire."

Turning around, she walked over to a large wardrobe by the door to the room that Powder had not yet noticed. Opening the drawers she rifled through them, commenting under breath whether the items she saw met her satisfaction or not.

Powder raised his head upwards, straining his neck to see what she was doing but not wanting to fully raise himself off of the changing table for the chance that Antoinette might reprimand him for doing so.

After a decisive sounding, "Aha," the bovine once again raised herself to her full, impressive height and returned to the front of the changing table.

"Sit up now darling, let Momma help change you into something more comfy."

Complying, what met Powder's gaze did little to make him feel more comfortable.

A pink, frilly dress with fluffy white ruffles that he could tell were certainly not long enough to cover the thick diaper keeping his thighs spread several inches apart met his gaze.

He gaped at just how ridiculously girlish and over the top the piece was, feeling as if the bovine must have retrieved it from a Renaissance fair costume bin.

"A dress fit for a princess! Only the best for the most well-behaved girls."

Reaching forward she cupped the panda's cheek, her gaze meeting his as she smiled warmly. Something in his stomach twisted, and he could not help but feel light and carefree inside as he enjoyed her apparent approval and praise, feeling as if he had done something right.

"Now then, be a good girl for me and hop off the changing table so I can put you in your new dress, can you do that for me sweetie?"

Her voice held an intoxicating, sweet tenderness that despite his current chaste situation Powder found difficult to resist.

Feeling his passion throbbing within its unyielding confines he obeyed as he was instructed, sliding off of the changing table with a crinkle as he stood, his legs spread apart several inches from the thickness of the padding between his thighs.

"Good girl, arms up now sweetest."

Moving as if a marionette pulled by strings, the red panda fur obeyed as he allowed the bovine to pull the dress over his head, looping his arms through the puffy sleeves and dressing him in his new attire.

"And just a few more touches, hold your paws out please."

Gently taking both of his hands in hers, she pulled a pair of thick, restrictive mittens over his hands causing them to ball up into fists.

Securing the buckles on each to ensure that he would not be able to remove them himself, he watched helplessly as she had him step into a pair of thigh high socks, complete with a pair of Mary Jane shoes which she clicked into place.

"Come with me now, let's have you take a look at just how adorable you are!"

Gently taking one of his useless, mittened hands she led him over to a standing mirror in the corner of the room.

The sight in front of him caused his face to immediately redden, and he brought his mittens reflexively up to cover his face partially.

Even through his motley hair he could see what he looked like loud and clear. The thick, pink diaper proudly displayed beneath his dress stuck out immediately from his appearance, indicating that not only was he dressed up like a little girl but one who had apparently failed miserably at potty training.

The thigh high socks, pacifier, and mittens did little to soften the blow as he appeared as a totally helpless, pathetic little sissy.

As the image became seared into his brain a small whine escaped his throat as his member throbbed painfully inside of his restrictive cage, indicating to him that were he not locked up he would be enjoying the situation more than he would have cared to admit.

"Awwww! What an adorable little baby girl I have! It's a good thing I bought these diapers extra absorbent because I have a feeling that you're one for making extra big messes for Mommy to clean up!"

With that teasing comment she patted his behind gently, filling the air with the obnoxious crinkling noise from their sissy diaper.

The panda felt as if his heart were pounding a mile a minute as his blush showed no sign of subsiding and his cock yelled at him in indignation and desperation for release, the scenario causing him a slight degree of painful discomfort as his obvious sexual pleasure was beginning to prove too much for him.

Antoinette leaned down and put her face close to his, leaning in a whispering in his ear.

"If you behave extra good for me tonight princess, maybe I'll let you make some of those naughty stickies. But it'll have to be through your cage and into your diaper, just like a good sissy baby should."

Powder gulped, he had a feeling that if this was only the beginning of the evening, then whatever else she had planned would only cause the cage holding onto any potential erection to only further his frustration.