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Cradle Robberz

By: Terinas Tiger

You are passing through a different dimension than what is known to humankind.

It is a dimension as deep as your pockets and full of opportunities. It is the staging ground between fan and fiction, between patron and creator, and the rules of reality are malleable as long as the price is right.

Within it you may see beloved characters from other works, but they may act differently. Almost as if someone else were writing them. This is a dimension fueled by imagination.

You are entering...

The Commission Zone.

Chapter 8: Tinkle Tinkle Little Stars

"Oh, hey there, Scorch!"

Daddy Frank waved a paw to his neighbor, waving him in. "Come on in. Salaryman and I have our kids in a playpen in my living room. I'm sure there's room for a few more. So that's Pokey the puppy, huh?" He looked down at the grey furred husky on the end of Scorch's leash, panting with a vacant expression in his eyes as he pranced alongside the dragon. "Cute little guy. Can he still talk?"

The dragon gave a shrug. "For the first few weeks he was rather yappy, but now he's been trained to only speak when spoken to. Or if I give him permission. Speaking of which..." The dragon crouched down to pet Pokey between the ears. "Master's going to have a beer with a few friends of his, so I'm going to put you in the playpen with the babies, ok? Feel free to talk to them as much as you want, just be good and no nipping at anyone, understand?"

"Uh huh! Uh huh! Thank you Master! Thank you thank you thank you!" Pokey gave several enthusiastic nods to the dragon as Daddy Frank watched on, before Scorch stood up and led his pup out of the entryway.

The big bull chuckled. "I wonder if anyone has told any of them that today's their first Reunion concert?" He took a sip of his beer, turning around. "Guess the only one we're waiting for is Master Apollyon and his cub, then."

Pokey landed in the playpen with a gentle thud, his dry diaper crinkling against the soft squishy floor of the area. He looked around. All these toys looked like boring baby toys. He missed his tuggy rope and his chewing bone. Still Master wanted him here, and Obedience brought Pleasure, after all. So Pokey looked up at the other babies gathered there and tried to fit in. With a wag of his tail, he smiled. "Hi! I'm Pokey!"

The first one he saw was the big brown horse. He'd probably been muscular before coming to Master Apollyon's world, but now he had the beginnings of a gut covering up some muscle. He was naked save for a thick white diaper with grey horseshoes printed on it, and was using a brightly colored toy smartphone to take pictures of his padded butt. "We know who you are, Siber."

The puppy growled. "Nuh uh! That was my stupid stinky past name. Pokey is the name Master gave me, so it's better-er!"

Stephie the big baby pony snorted. "Whatever. Hey, do you still know how to spell enough to log into a program? Daddy says if I get a hundred likes on my newest baby bouncer video, he'll let me out of my cage long enough to make a sticky mess."

"I-I'll do it!" The other baby in the playpen was dressed in a pretty frilly pink dress, matching bows tied around his wrists. Though Pokey remembered this one as being male, the slender cervine form was clearly that of a doe. "H-here, let me just log in..." The sissy doe reached for the phone.

"Fiiine... thanks, I guess." Baby Stephie offered the phone to the pretty sissy after some hesitation.

"Arf! That's not how you say thank you!" Pokey said, growling at baby Stephie.

Who held his hands up in defense. "Fine! Fine! Thank you, Clara. I really appreciate the help."

Clara the sissy stag just giggled and smiled, handing the phone back. "It's alright. I'm just happy Daddy let me have a playdate with you guys." After that, the slender, girly little buck's muzzle curled into a slight frown. "Um, you- you both remember me, right?"

With a vigorous nod, Pokey smiled and wagged. He could never forget his bandmates.

And Baby Stephie nodded as well. "Yeah, it's not like Daddy got into my head or nothing. He just made me realize how much I loved people watching me in my diapers." The big baby horse snorted. "I can't believe I thought I wanted to be an adult. It's much more fun being a diapercolt celebrity!"

"Y-yeah... my Daddy helped me realize I'm so much cuter in diapers." Clara said, looking down and poking his pointer fingers together while giggling a bit, a blush on his face. "He says the most sexy wives are diapered wives."

The horse just rolled his eyes, while Pokey just laughed. "Diapers are super fun to sniff!" He added, wagging his tail and enjoying the crinkles. Of course they'd all been trained by their own masters. Pokey had expected as much. But his Master was clearly the best at it.

"So I guess our Daddies are getting the band back together?" Baby Stephie arched one eyebrow, changing the subject.

Pokey watched as Clara pranced gently around the playpen's edges, looking outside it. "Maybe. But we're missing our drummer, aren't we?"

The three of them paused when they heard the front door slam shut. A familiar wolf with reddish grey fur walked inside, leading someone by the paw.

That someone had bright golden fur. Though they all remembered him having a bright brown mane around his head, instead there was just a bright yellow bonnet that read "Playpen Prince" on it. The lion cub had a big bottle of milk pushed between his lips, and was suckling on it as he walked. A few drops had spilled down his lips, spattering into the chest of a pair of denim shortalls he was wearing. Tucked underneath them was what looked like a bright yellow hoodie designed to look like a lion's fur pattern, with a lot of floof around the hood part looking almost like a mane. The hood hung behind the big kitten's head, two fuzzy fake ears bouncing back and forth with every step he took. Pokey found himself chortling a bit at the sight: A baby lion cub dressed almost like a caricature of a big strong adult lion. A little collar with a big bell had even been fitted around his neck, which jingled as the oversized kitten walked up to them with a telltale crinkle. "Introduce yourself, champ!" Apollyon patted his cub's shoulders.

Tugging the bottle out from between his lips and holding the half-full thing down at his side, the big baby lion waved a paw. "H-hi everyone. I guess I'm 'Baby Maxie' now?" He gave them a nervous grin. "It's- it's ok if you're all mad at me, I guess, but I really love being Papa Wuff's big baby lion cub..."

"There we go." The wolf smiled. "Proud of you, boy. You'll get a good stuffing tonight, after the show."

Pokey tilted his head at the newcomer. "Show, ruff?"

"Yeah." Baby Maxie looked up at their former agent, before looking back to Pokey the puppy. "Now that we're all settled in, Daddy says we're gonna be performing fer all the other babies and daddies in the park. Remember that stage we were all on?" As he spoke, the other dads were filing in. Pokey saw his dragon daddy holding up his leash. "They already have instruments set up for us and everything... Daddy took care of it all."

"But we haven't practiced in weeks!" Baby Stephie protested. "I'll get thumbs down instead of thumbs up!"

Pokey whimpered. "I don't remember any of our songs!"

"I, um, never finished learning my instrument..." Clara whimpered.

Baby Maxie shook his head as he was scooped up by his demon daddy. "It's ok, guys. We aren't going to be performing our old songs. Daddy says this crowd wants something different. Something more simple..." He pulled his baby bottle back up to finish the milk inside it, before finishing his thought.

"Nursery Rhymes."

One by one, Pokey watched each of his infantilized bandmates be scooped up by their respective Daddies, wagging his tail as he watched them be fitted into strollers to be pushed along. He giggled at the sight of them. It'd be fun to ride around in one, but puppies like him were leash-trained. He crawled along behind or ahead of his master, and it felt so good to know that he was a good puppy who knew his place and obeyed his Master. While he might someday want to ride in a stroller as a chance of pace, for now it just felt like so much more fun to sniff at flowers and hydrants along the way. That was because he could lift one leg and feel the warmth spreading out into his diaper as he marked his territory. Being a puppy, Siber could still SORT of control his bladder... if only because puppies peed on things while going walkies. By the end of a walk his diaper was usually so swollen and sloshy and it felt SO much better when one of his brothers pushed him down on the ground and went humpies against his bottom.

But eventually he felt himself getting scooped up. "Come on, Pokey. Time to go walkies with your playmates." Master Scorch clipped a leash to his collar before setting him on the floor. Though it looked like hardwood, Siber felt the material sink into him like a spongy padded gym mat.

He wagged, his big diaper crinkling loudly as he thought about what they were about to do. Two walkies in one day? He felt his diaper getting warmer and wetter as he got excited. "Really, Master? Really?" He bounced eagerly on the floor. "I love walkies! Thank you Master! Thank you thank you thank you!" He rubbed his muzzle along the dragon's bulge and thighs, sniffing deeply while taking in the man's heady musk and the scent of talcum. His own Daddy was still dry... but certainly horny.

"Alright, alright. Settle down, pup. We're on a schedule, Master doesn't have time to breed your bottom today." The dragon chuckled. "Yet, anyway." Pokey felt Master walking ahead of him, tugging his leash to lead him out of the house.

"Still dry, Loveyhoof?" Daddy Salaryman reached down to rub at Clara's head, while the big-little doe-boi felt the stroller rolling along. "Bet you're at LEAST wet by now."

The question caused Clara to pause. The pretty sissy hadn't even thought about the state of his diapers all morning. Accidents just happened, especially when he was too busy cooking his HusDad breakfast and doing the dishes. "Um... um... I think I'm dry... certainly not messy." Sissy Clara didn't actually LIKE being messy. And certainly never liked being a browntailed doe for long. He'd beg and beg for Daddy Salaryman to change her whenever he felt his bottom get muddy, promising any sort of dirty lewd things that he could think of in return for a diaper change. He'd notice if he was messy, he thought. Even if it was hard to tell if he was wet these days.

"I'll check you when we're at the stadium." Daddy Salaryman purred. "I can't wait to hear you playing keyboard! You'll look so cute."

Clara's ears perked up. "Keyboard? But I don't play that anymore."

The panther leaned in to kiss the sissy doe's bottom. "You always liked it better though, didn't you? And your band doesn't need two guitars to play nursery rhymes, anyway. I convinced the other daddies you'd be happier plinking along on your keys and look cuter hunched over a toy piano anyway."

The sissified stag squealed. He got to play piano again! "Thank you daddy!"

"And everyone gets to see Daddy's little princess in the adorable outfit I picked out for you." He continued, a black, fuzzy paw reaching down to push against Clara's diapered crotch as they walked. "Everyone's gonna see the truth. That you were never a male."

The words were like fire in Clara's veins. He squirmed and moaned, humping into his Daddy's paw as he thought about how pretty and girly a sissy stag he was.

"That you've always just been a daddy's girl."

His little tiny sissy clitty was stiff in his nappy. Clara whimpered, humping as much as he could while buckled in. "Ama... amma pretty girl Daddy..." He whimpered, sounding so infantile while horny.

"You're Daddy's little princess Loveyhooves." The panther said.

As Clara humped and whimpered, making grunting noises loud enough that some passing Daddies looked at him as if he was messing his diapered bum. "P-pink princess..." Clara mumbled before blushing, realizing how unladylike he was being at the moment.

The embarrassment didn't last long. Undeterred, Daddy Salaryman kept rubbing as the diaper got a bit more moist from arousal. "You're just Daddy's pretty sissy now, eager to show everyone your girly little dress and your pink pampers, aren't you?"

Clara whimpered as he came, a sissygasm rocking his whole body before Daddy's paw snaked away. Daddy wanted him to learn to cum just from teasing to his bottom, but they didn't have the points yet for a stroller with a vibrator built into the bottom.

The panther just purred, leaning back down to stare into the stroller. "See? I told you you were wet!"

"Hey there tots and toddlers! It's everyone's favorite foal, PrancingPonyBoi23!" Stephie giggled, sitting in his stroller and holding his smartphone up to stare at his face. He was talking around a pacifier, enjoying the slight lisp to his words as he livestreamed for all his followers. "We'll have another WetCheck in a few minutes once FrankenDaddy finishes pushing me to the park, so all you Soaksluts just sit tight!" Stephie smiled for the camera, sighing in bliss as a warmth spread out around his crotch as he flooded his diaper. The idea of trying to hold it never even entered his head. After all, half his followers loved seeing videos and pictures of him in swollen, soggy diapers, and two thirds loved SEEING him wet them. Potty Training just meant less views. Plus, it felt really good to just let it all leak out of him like a dumb colt for all his followers. He whinnied, hearing the big bull daddy laugh at the nickname he'd given him. 'FrankenDaddy' for his Daddy Frank. He'd have to beg Daddy to act like a big scary monster during on-screen diaper changes (and especially in the paywall-blocked changing table teasing... sometimes Daddy wanted to use his bottom while he was laying on the table.)

But he didn't try to drag his Daddy into this stream. "But first I wanted to show all my BigLittle followers my super-fun Stroller setup!" He turned the phone around to look around the cloth environment. "The sides are coated in soft, warm, purple fuzz... it's snuggly and nice. I could just take a nap here sucking my thumbie like the empty headed little ponyboy I am..." He whinnied for the camera. Baby Stephie was teasing everyone by playing up how much of a himbo he was, but he also kind of wasn't. A few days ago he'd noticed he barely remembered how to add or subtract anymore. And reading was easy, but actually SPELLING words had gotten surprisingly hard. Yesterday he'd tried to spell out words with alphabet blocks for his followers and gotten teased for failing to figure out how to spell "baby" right.

It was almost like he was forgetting everything he didn't need to be a BabStreamer.

And Baby Stephie found just thinking about it, thinking about how everyone was seeing him regress into a big dumb baby streaming his regression... it was the hottest thing in the world. He almost came even through his cockcage when everyone had been teasing him about not being able to spell. "And there's some dangly things for me to swat at and grab and suck on... the little carrot smells and taste nice when I bite at it, the horseshoe is soft and crinkly when I grab and play at it, I can swat at the saddle to rock it back and forth, and when I grab at the sugar cube..." Stephie reached up to tug at it, as a bulge in the bottom of his stroller seat began to vibrate, teasing his bum through the soggy diaper. He shuddered and let his smile get wide. "Mmm... I really REALLY like the sugar cube, guys." It was like a massage chair, except so much more sexy.

Daddy Frank leaned down over the sunroof of the stroller, reaching a hand down to tug the sugar cube out of his grip. "Hey Ponyboi... wrap it up. We're at the park, if you haven't noticed."

The big baby pony just blinked. "Aww? We are? I didn't notice because I'm just a dumb baby!" He said, watching his Babstreaming audience fill the chat window with hearts and diapers. His audience loved it when he admitted how dumb a baby he was. It made his peepee tingle, drool, and crash against his cock-cage every time they got into a frenzy about it. Looking back at his audience, he sucked his pacifier. "Sorry guys, but Daddy gets to decide when I take naps, or eat, or watch cartoons, or stream..." He squirmed in his soaked diaper. "...o-or make cummies..." He giggled. "So I gotta go. But be sure to tune in for my first concert with my playmates, an' that Wetcheck before the show! Like, comment, and keep sucking your pacis, everyone!" Winking, he waved to the camera before ending the stream.

Looking up, he could see the same stage Apollyon had auctioned them off on. Today, it looked different. Stephen could see what looked like caricatures of proper instruments set up on the stage. Clara had what looked like an enlarged toy piano, with keys in brightly lit rainbow colors and a bright plastic rainbow frame. Maxie's drums were covered in with cutesy decals showing plush toys checking big baby diapers, changing them on changing tables, pushing pacifiers or bottles into their muzzles... Siber's guitar was shaped like an oversized white doggie bone, and his microphone looked like a plastic toy, bright green and with a pastel orange head. It almost looked like something a child would talk into to make their voice sound funny. For the first moment Daddy Frank spent extricating him from the stroller, Stephie wondered if the funny-looking instruments would even work. But only for the first moment.

The rest of his moments, Stephie was wondering what the heck those odd tripods near each instrument were...

"How do you like your new bouncer, Maxie-Kitten?" Apollyon flashed his kitten a wolfish grin while tightening the straps securing Maxie into a giant baby-bouncer sitting in front of his drum set. The overgrown lion cub felt his body wiggling around, his footpaws almost-but-not-quite touching the stone stage beneath him.

His ears drooped as he blushed. Maxie felt so little and helpless, and he knew that was his Papa Wolf's intent. Unlike the others, the big lion cub felt like he could tell when Apollyon was in his mind.

When his Daddy mucked around with his perceptions, it just felt so good. "I... I dunno if I can pway like dis, Daddy." But Maxie didn't mind being brainwashed if his Papa Wolf was making him more and more into the demon's ideal baby kitten. "I'll just bounce around and barely hit da drums at all." Actually, it seemed like Clara and Stepie would have the same problem. Siber too, if the bouncy-chair gave him a bad

Apollyon smirked. "Aw, don't you think it'd be fun to bounce up and down while smacking drums with your teeny sticks?." The wolf-incubus wagged his tail, smirking. "Don't worry, Daddy's sure you'll enjoy yourself no matter how hard it is to play grown-up instruments. And if you're too little to manage?" His grin grew wide. "The music's all pre-recorded anyway." Maxie's daddy leaned over to kiss the overgrown kitten on the cheek. "Your loving fans aren't coming to hear Mozart, after all. They're coming to see how far you've fallen: former rock stars reduced to giggly regressed babies, having fun making noise while pretending to play along to nursery rhymes."

The lion's face got hot. "W-what?!?" He felt his tummy gurgling as he listened to his Daddy talk.

Nodding, the wolf smiled and turned a paw out to the Daddies and big Babies already gathering out in the stands. "Look out upon your loving audience, kitten. You wanted to be big, and you wanted to be taken care of. I've given you both." Apollyon leaned down and kissed Maxie on the lips, cupping his cheeks and then pushing gently downward, making the lion bounce up and down from the momentum of the push. "You get to spend the rest of your days as Daddy's big baby boy in your big baby diapers, making big tinkles and big mudsplats before you get so worked up you make big stickies. All while being fawned over by fans so turned on by seeing the former bigshot musician humiliating himself by reveling in how much of a gay, horny baby kitten he always was deep down." The push gave Maxie momentum, and the kitten felt himself bouncing up and down in the bouncer as his stomach grumbled from his morning bottle. He could feel his cock, already stiffening from Daddy's teasing words, rubbing against his damp diapered front. "It's all they'll expect of you now." Apollyon teased, kissing his kitten on the lips while groping at that bulging cock tucked within his pants, breaking the kiss to tease his overgrown cub a bit more. "And it makes Daddy so horny to know how much you love being this way." Resuming the kiss, Daddy pushed his tongue into Maxie's muzzle, the incubus making out with his big baby for a few moments before breaking the kiss and gazing into the performer's eyes with a cold fire burning in his own set. "Daddy-Demon loves regressing men into big babies, but something about a certain fussy little leaky lion is just so hot that I want to actually make a go at being a dad for once.." He growled. "So you get to be taken care of by an eternal, ageless daddy of sin and lust." Maxie watched his Daddy's smile grow hungrier.

"And I'll never let you go."

Maxie blushed at the incubus' words, watching Apollyon walk off stage. As he bounced, huffing slightly as his cock rubbed against the bouncer's strap through his wet diaper and his tail flagged up. He didn't even try to fight what his body was doing anymore. It felt too good to bounce up and down, humping his baby bouncer as the music began to play.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

Everyone was watching them on stage, seeing how far he and his friends had fallen. And while he wasn't Stephen, people seeing him made him feel more babyish.And it was a feeling he felt addicted to. It made everything so much hotter when he bounced like a toddler in his favorite toy, making noise like a two year old banging pans together. He wanted to be a baby. He always had, deep down. Had Daddy wolf really been right all along? Had he truely just wanted to never grow up? Let someone else take care of him while he played and played? The overgrown kitten humped against his bouncer, bouncing more, as he watched at the smiling crowd. Yes, it was all he'd ever wanted to surrender his control and regress... and it was so arousing to finally get his just desserts.

"How I wonder who you are!"

It finally clicked for the lion: this was his utopia, wasn't it?

"Bouncing in your toy so high..."

Maxie whimpered, feeling his balls churning as he felt his backside swelling out. He grunted, feeling himself making pushies out into his diaper's bum, the bouncer squishing his mess around against his bottom as he groaned, the bliss of release finally pushing him over the edge as he spurt and came into his soiled diaper, the crowd cheering as they watched the performers pretend to play while humping their brains out.

"Daddy's little cubby guy..."

The lion smacked at his drums, gigging at the silly lyrics while bathing in the afterglow.

He'd gotten what he wanted at long last.

The Cradle Robberz had finally hit it big!

Epilogue: The River Flows Onward

"M-Mistah Leon?" Twinkle had a clipboard pressed against his chest. In the digital age, seeing his little secretary with a clipboard at all instead of just sending an email or calling seemed positively ADORABLE to Paulie Leon. "Your eleven o'clock is here. The band audition?"

Standing up, Paulie Leon walked over towards his little bunny secretary, circling him like a predator might a tasty little bunny with a limp out in the wild. "Thank you, Twinkle." Another circle. "I suppose they can wait for a little while out in the waiting room?"

The bunny's ears flattened against his head, as he stammered. "M-Mistah Leon! I- I- if we take too long, we'll hit another band's timeslot!" He stammered. "We'll get a-all backed up, and it'll take forever, and-"

The playful expression fell from Paulie Leon's face. "And I don't want this to pull me away too long from the kitten project I have at home, right." Sometimes Twinkle was so adorable he couldn't help himself. But his secretary had a point, despite the insistence from his nether regions that burying his bone was the only point he had to worry about.

"Fine. Send them in, Twinkle." He returned to his desk, taking a seat and waiting for the new band to come in.

This group looked, to his eyes, to be a bunch of College Washouts. He could see a skunk... a golden retriever... and a fox. All clad in mass-marketed anti-establishment wear. That made him chuckle. When Mortals had usurped anarchy symbols to represent the status quo, he'd found it endlessly amusing. Changing the meaning of ideas while still thinking they meant the same thing... just like how they kept changing the idea of what 'adulthood' meant while still thinking it meant the same thing. An "adult" forty years ago might cringe at the idea of watching cartoons meant for children. But by the pins emblazoned on the fox's pants, he seemed to be a mega-fan of that odd show involving colorful ponies.

It was just amusing, how they corrupted their own identities as a civilization so easily, without him even really needing to do it for them.

The fox stepped forward. "We are EXPLODING TRICYCLES!" He threw his arms up in the air, as if playing to a crowd of cheering fans.

The announcement made Paulie Leon smirk for a moment. Identities may change in a civilization on their own, but that fact alone didn't mean he wasn't going to stop doing it himself. With a few more mortals to serve as batteries for his lust, he could start to reshape things in the literal world.

Then he'd teach the whole WORLD what being an "Adult" really was.

"Uh huh." Paulie Leon gave them his most skeptical glare. "You look like another group of wanna-bes, trying to follow in Cradle Robberz footsteps."

More like trying to waddle in those footsteps, actually.

"H-hey!" The fox growled. "We are an original band! We write our own songs! We play our own music! We might be INSPIRED by your old band, but-"

Still, he figured he could use these gentlemen. If they were willing to pay his price... but first he had to get them good and desperate.

"Uh huh. Before the parting of the ways, I worked with the ACTUAL Cradle Robberz." He rolled his eyes and made a show of dismissing them. "They might've moved onto bigger and better things, but that doesn't mean I'm looking for a cookie-cutter replacement of them." With that, he pointed to the fox. "And YOU, sir, are no Maximilian Panthera. You're just babies, imitating the people around you and imagining you can be them. You don't have the determination to do what it'd really take to get big and famous."

That hit the mark. He watched as the fox snarled and scowled. He was the clear leader of the band. If he fell, they'd all fall behind him like dominos. "Y-yes I do! I mean we do!" The fox's fangs were bared as he glared at Paulie Leon. "We're serious musicians! And we'll do whatever it takes to get to the top of the heap!"

Rubbing his chin and reclining in his chair, Paulie Leon considered them all for a moment. "Is that so..." He chuckled.

"Then piss yourself."

And so it began anew.

THE END!