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Adam & Frank Part II: Big Changes

By Champ (Patreon.com/ChampTehOtter)

"Back 'er up! Right there!

Okay guys, here's an extra hundred bucks, just hang tight for a while 'til I give the signal.

No, you don't have to worry about anything on the walls.

Yes, you can keep anything you like.

No, you can't take a selfie with the 'world's biggest baby otter' just because that Posh Kosh video went viral and you want to show it off to your friends.

Yes, if Posh Kosh corporate called and said they'd give us free merch for life in exchange for a selfie with the 'worlds biggest baby otter' I'd let them take one.

What's that? They did? Okay, fine, but you better not wake him up, or I'm taking that hundred back."

*****

Frank awoke from his slumber to find his roommate in the process of changing his wet and messy diaper.

"Hey there sleepy head! Hold still now, this is a delicate procedure!"

"Wha? Whafappanun?" the otter mumbled around his pacifier, before becoming aware enough to spit it out. "H-hey! W-what happened? Why am I in a dirty diaper?!"

"Hmm... how can I put a positive spin on this?"

The fox paused and thought for a second, then gave a big smile and spoke in a cheery voice.

"You just made stinkies and peepees in your diapers like a good little boy!"

"Oh no!" the otter groaned. "Not again!"

"I tried," the fox said, with a shrug. "Well, what did you expect? You're in them for a reason. I mean, just look at your potty calendar, it's a disaster! Storm clouds and lightning bolts everywhere!" The fox shook his head in disappointment.

"You! Put those there!" the otter yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Are you saying it's my fault you pooped and peed your pants twice today?"

"I'm beginning to wonder!"

"Hey! Settle down for a second, will ya? You're gonna get it everywhere!"

The fox brought the front of the diaper back between the otter's legs just in time to catch a stream of pee that erupted from the aggravated otter, followed by a loud 'BLORT'.

"Whoah. Guess you weren't done yet," said the fox, as the otter buried his face in his plushie.

"It's hopeless! My life is over!"

"No worries, lil' guy, it's nothing your ol' buddy Adam can't handle! We'll get you cleaned up and into a new diaper in a jif!"

"I think you fail to recognize the source of my dismay. I don't need diapers!"

The foxed calmly balled up the diaper and tossed it over his shoulder right into the diaper pail, all without breaking eye contact.

"Really, Frank?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're on your third change of the day and you tell me you don't need diapers?"

The otter's face grew hot.

"Well, okay. I admit I've had a few accidents as of late."

"That's not a revelation Frank. Anybody who takes a look in the diaper pail can see you've been having a lot more than a 'few'. Face it, little man. You need diapers. You need looking after. And I don't think you should even be _entertaining_the idea of regular underwear after the number of accidents you've had over the last two days. Let's just work on keeping you clean and dry, for starters, hmm? Now are you ready to turn that frown upside down and let me put you in a fresh diaper?"

The otter crossed his arms and glared, though he knew in his heart of hearts that Adam was right.

"Okay, maybe the frown thing was too much to hope for," said the fox, looking defeated before continuing on. "I mean, I _could_tickle you into smiling, but that wouldn't be very fair of me now would it?"

"Stop it!" said Frank, fighting off a smile as his companion wiggled his fingers. "You're not gonna make me smile! Okay, I might be smiling but I'm not happy about this! Adam!!!"

Despite his best efforts, Frank soon found himself grinning and giggling at his roommate's antics.

"That's my good boy!" said the fox unfolding Frank's thick diaper and ruffling the little otter's headfur. "Now whaddya say we test out these new stuffers?"

Soon, the otter was in a nice fresh diaper with extra soakers. Adam insisted on picking out his clothes and dressing him, and the annoyed otter found himself dressed up in a pair of adorable choo-choo shortalls that seemed made to show off his puffy butt.

"Can't I wear some normal clothes?"

"These are your normal clothes, kiddo!" The fox replied absent-mindedly as he quickly packed a jungle-print diaper bag, slung it over his shoulder, and dragged the otter out the door.

"Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall, but dumber. Can't you get it through your skull that I'm not a ba..." The otter looked around at the strangers in Posh Kosh uniforms milling about the living room. "...by? Um... Adam?"

"Yes, Frank?"

"What are all these Posh Kosh employees doing here?"

"I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm starving!" said the fox, pulling the otter towards the front door. "Let's eat out. I don't feel like cooking, and as of yesterday, your kitchen priveleges are revoked!"

"Why are you giving the Posh Kosh employees a thumbs up, Adam?"

"No time to explain, off we go!"

Once again, the otter had little time to question the fox's actions as Adam grabbed the keys and rushed out the door. Frank was, unfortunately, still attached to Adam by the paw, and a moment later they were both out of sight.

"...Why is there a giant Posh Kosh truck parked in front of the driveway, Adam?! ADAM!!!"

*****

Once again, the otter found himself helplessly strapped into his car seat, at the mercy of his manic roommate's whims.

"You do know I'm like six years older than you, right?" asked the infantilized otter. "If anything, I should be in charge of you!"

"You know what your problem is, Frank? You haven't had lunch yet."

"I don't think lunch is my biggest problem right now, Adam."

"Of course it is, kiddo! It's the most important meal of a day!"

"Isn't that breakfast?"

"Oh my gosh! You missed that too? No wonder you're such a fussy pants today! We gotta get something in your belly quick!"

"Slow down, Adam! You're making me carsick!"

Minutes later, the car sped into the McBurger's parking lot.

"Here we are!" said the fox, hopping out of the car and unbuckling the little otter.

"We're going inside?!" squeaked the otter, as he was lifted out of his seat. He looked down at his his babyish attire and back to the fox in horror. "Couldn't we just take the drive through?"

"I mean, we could," said the fox, grabbing the diaper bag, "but then you wouldn't get to play on that cool indoor playground!"

"You must be crazy if you think I'm going to play on the playground, Adam. Just...put me down and I'll wait in the car."

"I don't know, I'm pretty hungry, Frank. If you don't come in, I might just eat both our lunches. Are you _sure_you don't wanna come in?"

"Yes, it's fine, just put me down."

The otter looked at the fox expectantly.

"...What?"

"You're still carrying me toward the restaurant, Adam!"

"Oh, look, here we are!"

The inside of the McBurger's was absolutely packed. "So much for fast food," thought Frank. He begrudgingly accepted the fact that he would be a tote bag for the next thirty minutes or so as they got in line.

Suddenly he felt a tug at his crotch followed by the pop of several snaps coming undone.

"What the- Hey!!"

"Diaper check!" cried the fox, reaching a few fingers into the leg holes of the squirming otter's diaper and feeling the padding. "Hmm, you're a little wet, but not too bad," he remarked, a little too loudly. Seemingly satisfied, he snapped the buttons back up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The otter hissed, mortified. "People are beginning to stare!"

"Just checkin my little guy for leaks!" replied the fox at full volume, giving the otter a big hug and patting his diapered butt.

"I'm going to kill you when we get home," said the otter into the fox's ear as he was bounced and shushed.

Eventually they made it to the front of the line.

"What do you want, kiddo?" asked Adam.

"Well..."

"Got it."

"I didn't ord-"

"I'll take a number two with extra ketchup, and a kid's meal for the little tot here. Oh, and do you have milk? You do? Oh, good. Two should be enough to fill this bottle, right? This little super soaker is a thirsty one! Yes, that's him. He's a little shy. Still isn't potty trained but we'll get there, right squirt? Oh, do you have highchairs? Right by the door, of course. How could I have missed them? Actually, could you warm up that milk for me?"

The otter was plopped in his highchair and secured in with childproof straps. He swatted ineffectually at the quick fox as a bib was secured behind his neck, and a bottle of milk was placed in front of him.

"Drink up, kiddo, so you can grow big and strong!"

"No way, Adam. I'm not going to drink from a baby bottle!"

"Do it or I'll feed you your kid's meal by hand!"

The otter growled and put the teat to his lips. He was going to have to have a long talk with his friend about boundaries when they got home.

Once he figured out how to suck the bottle effectively, he was rewarded by a burst of sweet liquid on his tongue. It was surprisingly delicious, and he found himself gulping it down hungrily as the first sustenance he'd had all day reached his belly. He was surprised again when he found himself sucking air and he opened his eyes. He didn't even realize he had closed them!

"Hungry, were we?" said the fox, causing Frank to jump in his seat. He was sitting there with his hand on his chin and a shit-eating grin plastered on his muzzle.

"No," replied Frank, too quickly. "I hate milk."

"Uh huh. Sure. Well, your chicken nuggies have arrived, kiddo. Dig in before they get cold!"

The otter looked down at the ketchup covered nuggets before him. He supposed that he would have to eat them with his paws since there was no cutlery in sight.

"Can I get some napkins over here?"

"Just finish your meal, kiddo. No point in cleaning you up twice."

The otter finished his meal in silence, while the fox munched on his burger.

"Okay, I'm done! You can let me down now!"

"Okay sweetie, hold you're horses. Let me wipe off your face and pawsies first. There we go."

Frank was grateful when he was finally out of the highchair and back on his own two feet.

"Alright kiddo, run along and play with the others while Daddy finishes his lunch."

The otter looked over to the netted in play area and back to the fox.

"I am NOT going to play in the playspace, Adam. I don't care what you say, there is no way you are convincing me to go in there."

Moments later, he was standing in the confines of the indoor playground, looking up at the twisting tubes and slides of the gigantic play structure.

"How does he do it? How does he talk me into these crazy situations every damn time?"

He looked over at his fox companion. Adam was just staring at his phone, munching his fries absent-mindedly. He could try to make a break for it, but the stern looking tigress they had keeping watch didn't look like she would miss a thing like that. He made a move toward the exit and was immediately given a warning blast from the whistle.

"No leaving the play area unattended!" she yelled.

"Sheesh! Alright, alright," he said, backing away from the exit.

After a few minutes of standing around hoping Adam would look up and let him out, he shook his head and headed for the play area. Maybe that would help him pass the time until he could go home and throttle his roommate. He was immediately given another warning blast from the whistle.

"No shoes in the play area!" bellowed the tigress, pointing toward the cubbies by the entrance.

"Fine, fine," said Frank, mumbling to himself as he took off his new velcro sneakers. "I didn't even wanna play in this stupid play thing anyway."

He crawled into the nearest tube and looked around. It seemed a lot bigger on the inside than it did from the dining area. He found himself twisting and turning through different areas, until he bumped into a panda cub about his size.

"Oh hey there. I'm Alan. What's your name?"

"Oh great, a native. Uh... Hello, earth child. I come in peace," Frank said loudly and slowly, eliciting a giggle from the panda.

Frank smiled as well.

"The name's Frank. Sorry, I'm not good with kids. But, uh, say, you wouldn't know the way out of here, would you? I'm planning a jailbreak." He was only half-joking.

"Ooh, I like this game! Yeah! Follow me!"

Frank crawled after the panda cub through several rooms, going higher and higher. He looked out of one of the clear plastic portholes and felt almost dizzy. How big was this place anyway? A few turns ahead he realized he had lost his new friend.

"Hello? Alan?"

"I'm down here," came the panda's voice from a nearby tunnel. The otter quickly crawled after the sound of the voice and suddenly the floor took a steep downward drop. He squealed as he found himself hurtling forward down a series of tight turns that deposited him into a giant ball pit. His squeal of terror had turned to laughter by the time he landed, and soon he found himself splashing around in the colorful plastic pit, tossing balls at Alan and the other cubs, while a volley of balls was tossed back at him.

Adam looked up from his 'Gruffr' app and smiled at the sight of Frank actually having fun for once.

"He sure is a cutie," said a large friendly bear sitting nearby. "He yours?"

"Oh yeah, I just adopted him. He's still adjusting to his new life, but I think he'll be okay."

"You're gonna be a great Daddy, I can already tell. So do you have a partner, or is it just you and him?"

"Just us for now," Adam replied, thinking about how his focus on Frank had drawn him away from the other important aspects of his life. "I'm so busy thinking about being a good caretaker that I guess I never took the time to find the right guy..."

The bear's ears perked up at the mention of 'guy' and he adjusted himself in his seat, his pants suddenly becoming a little less comfortable in front.

"Aww, that's too bad." He said. "You're quite the catch!"

Adam's eyebrows raised in surprise as he turned his head, giving the bear a second look.

The bear caught it and pressed his advantage.

"I see how patient and loving you are with the little squirt. A guy like you?" The bear made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "If you do start dating, you won't be on the market for long."

"What about yourself?" asked the fox. "Got any kids? Boyfriends? Husbands I should know about?"

"Hehe, no no," said the bear, waving his hand. "I'm single and ready to mingle. Always did want a little tyke of my own to look after, though. I just never found the right person to settle down with." He gave a meaningful glance to the fox before looking away wistfully.

"Tell me the truth, now," said Adam. "Why did you really come over here? It can't be my rugged good looks."

"You want the truth?"

The bear waved his phone screen and Adam could see that it too was open to 'Gruffr' The text read 'nearest contact, 0 feet.'

"I take it you're sloppyfoxxy92?" asked the bear.

The fox laughed and shook his head. "That would be me! Nice to meet you, er..." Adam looked down at the profile he had just been checking out. "DeepPawDaddyBear?"

The bear clenched his paw into a fist and grinned. "What do you think?"

"_I_think I should give you my number."

"I can cook too!"

Just then a tigress tapped Adam on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir, but I believe this little one is looking for you. I think he needs a *c h a n g e*, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, uh, thank you, ma'am!" said the fox. He had let himself get too distracted. He picked up his otter buddy under the arms and theatrically sniffed his pants.

"Uh oh, somebody needs a diaper change," he said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What are you talking about? I don't need a..." And then he noticed that he did indeed need a diaper change, and he went stony faced. "Adam. We're going home."

"Not until you get your change, little one,"

"Now, Adam."

"My, my, aren't we the bossy little one," said the bear, chuckling. "Do you need some help there, foxy? Looks like he's going to be a handful."

"And just who the hell are you?" asked the little otter.

The fox's expression of consternation changed as a mischievous grin crossed his muzzle.

"You know what, I could use some help. Thank you, er...Ha! I still don't know your real name!"

"Bryson. And you must be Adam. And what about the little bundle of joy here?"

"This little stinker is named Frank. Now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get this pamper packer changed!"

"No! No! Nooo-mmmf!" cried the otter, as the bear scooped him up and popped the paci dangling from his shortalls into his mouth.

The patrons of the restaurant seemed to find this scene very amusing. There was quite a bit of laughter and a few people clapped.

"We do parties and playdates too!" called the fox. "Wave bye-bye to your new friends from the playground, little guy," said Adam, as they departed into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the otter was laid on the changing station directly opposite the door.

"Step aside, fox, and let me show you how it's done!"

The bear grinned as he grabbed all the supplies from the diaper bag. Being the big brother to a dozen or so bear cubs had made him a practiced hand at changing a bigger toddler's diaper. Frank's shortalls were quickly removed as all the buttons flew apart with a quick yank from the bear.

Before Frank knew what hit him, his diaper was off, and the wipes were flying across his fur. He whined into his pacifier at the humiliation of being changed in plain view as various patrons entered and left the restroom, but there was nothing he could do that wouldn't prolong the process further, so he just lay there while the bear wiped down his crotch and lifted his legs to clean under his tail.

In no time at all, Bryson had the soiled diaper balled up and into the trash, and a fresh diaper was slid under the otter's behind, brought up spreading his freshly powdered legs apart, and taped tightly around his waist. The fox gathered up the shortalls and stuffed them in the diaper bag, leaving the otter in just his onesie which was already being snapped up by the bear.

"There we go, all fresh and cute as a button!" said Bryson, giving the otter a pat on the butt.

The otter grunted into his paci and pointed frantically to the bag, wishing for his shortalls back.

"Now, now, little ott tot," said the fox. You can wear your favorite shortalls again once they've been washed. You're plenty dressed as you are, now let's get you out of here and back home."

The bear and the fox made sure to exchange numbers before they left.

"You know," said Bryson, with a wink, "in case you ever need a babysitter... or a boyfriend!"

*****

Back in the car, the little otter was furious. As soon as they were both inside, he spit out his paci and let the fox have it.

"This time you've gone too far, Adam! When I get out of this thing I'm gonna... I'm gonna...I don't even know what I'm gonna do, I'm so angry!"

The poor otter was exasperated and exhausted from playing.

"Loosen up, kiddo. I saw you playing in the ball pit, don't tell me you didn't have fun."

"Okay, fine. I may have had a little fun. But I never asked to be treated like a baby! Don't you get that, you idiot?"

"All I know is that was the longest I've seen you relax and have fun since I've known you, and I think you needed that little break," said the fox, with a hurt expression on his face.

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I don't want your help? Did you ever think maybe it's time you got a life Adam, and stop ruining mine?"

Adam flinched at each inflected word as if he had been hit, his ears folded back as he cried out, "I'm only doing this because I love you!"

The fox covered his mouth. He had let the 'L' word slip before he could stop himself.

"Y-you, what?" said the otter, suddenly lost for words.