Secret BB Infinity Webisode Short #1: Mother’s Day!
#2 of BB Infinity Project
Secret BB Infinity Webisode Short #1: Mother's Day!
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Note: I just realized I never posted this on SoFurry. Sorry -- here it is! (Very late for Mother's Day.)
To date, the sole file retrieved with the mysterious header "BB Infinity Project." Our agents are working on what to make of it. There are rumors it has something to do with the Pink and Blue Diaperfur Adventures.
This is a diaperfur short for readers 18 and over only; if you're under--do your homework! This is a stand-alone short. You may, however, recognize some familiar names and places. It may contain secret clues about secret events accessible to those who've set their decoder rings aright. But for the moment -- every diaperboy has special people in his life, and this is a salute to one class of them. It involves . . .
"Rian!" snapped the raccoon in the karate uniform and the black backpack as he came up behind his short, five-foot-five lupine friend, and laid hold of the cardboard sign in the wolf's paws. "I thought we agreed that I was the most appropriate fur to run this workshop, you little spotlight-hog. It does fall in my area of expertise."
The little wolf in a sailor suit yipped in surprise as he released his grip and turned to look back at his taller friend. He assumed a look of feigned annoyance, given the lie, though by the fact that his tail had begun wagging.
"I just thought," Rian whined, "that since I'm the leader, I should be the first one to introduce us for the first segment of . . ."
"You can handle the next holiday," said Dex brusquely. The raccoon brushed by him and, taking the sign in one paw and setting it against the wall, walked over to the cardboard box with one side of it set up to look like a TV, tapping it with his foot, then tilting his muzzle to examine it critically.
A small audience of diaperboys were sitting in front of the cardboard box in various states of undress, wearing diapers, training pants, and, in some cases, pull-ups. There were no chairs -- so anyone's comfort on the hard wood, treehouse floor entirely depended on how well padded his rear was.
The raccoon shook his head and unslung the backpack on his back, letting it drop to the floor at his feet. He bent over the pack and unzipped it, producing the first of several small cardboard boxes. "I brought some wrapped flowers that I picked, some construction paper, some toilet paper rolls, and some very special truffles for each of you," Dex explained. "Now we're going to assemble them into unique and special gifts."
"Pfft," snorted a short beaver in the front row dismissively. "You can just get a big box of chocolates or a big box of flowers at any mall and it would be better!"
The raccoon whirled on his heels and glared at him silently. The beaver lowered his head between his knees and hugged them fearfully, conscious he must have said something wrong.
"I think some of you need more basic instruction," the raccoon intoned sternly, "on how to treat a mommy. Take good notes on what you're about to see."
"You have to make some allowances for Dex being dramatic sometimes," the wolf whispered to his audience, shrugging apologetically as the raccoon, now huffy, busied himself unpacking the rest of his gift kits. "He's straight."
And now . . .
The twenty-something raccoon stood stock still in front of the sliding glass door for a moment, his ears flicking whenever it whooshed open as parents, and their cubs, stepped on the rubber mat in front of it.
Okay . . . he thought he had the idea here. And on average, the door stayed open for, how long? Ten, eleven, twelve seconds while the guests made their way through, before it slid shut behind them! He could do that, too! That was plenty of time to get inside this massive fortress.
"Come on, Dexie," the petite panda next to him said, nudging him. "Don't you want to go inside?"
Moving cautiously and deliberately, the coon raised one foot, and planted it on the rubber mat, then bit his lip and stared directly at the glass door. Whoosh! It slid open! He grabbed his partner's paw in one of his and, rushing forward, tugged her, stumbling after him, inside.
"Deeex!" the panda Lin Lin snapped, "Easy!" But the raccoon stopped of his own accord and stood stock still as soon as they'd completed their dash through the door, his eyes slowly widening as he looked around.
He was in fact, instantly overwhelmed. This was easily the biggest toy store he'd ever been in. There were so many cubs! There were so many toys! There were so many aisles! And platforms in the air promised levels above this one. Just on the first floor, the shelves reached up more than twelve feet, stacked with boxes upon boxes of the dolls, action figures, models, or playsets on display. The coon's ears and tail flicked as he observed stepladders rolling along the aisles on fixed tracks -- when cubs wanted items from up high, employees would reach down, take them by the paw, and boost them up the stepladders to grasp what they wanted in their own eager little paws. Dex fidgeted uncertainly. He didn't want to go on a ladder like that -- he would have had to leave mommy. A happy song was drifting on the air down from one of the upper levels; the raccoon couldn't make out or understand the words.
Dex shifted his weight from one foot to the other uneasily and felt himself release into the bulky cloth diaper he was wearing under the yellow karate gi that mommy had dressed him in.
The warmth around his crotch made him feel embarrassed, it made him feel terrified, it -- no! It made him feel like he belonged here. It made him feel like he belonged with mommy. It made him feel wonderful. He tightened his grip on the panda's paw. What if he got lost? The other day mommy had taken him on a walk in his harness, in a relatively secluded park. Why wasn't he in his harness here? He felt his knees quiver a little as he looked at the other cubs. A five-year-old squirrel jogged by the front of the aisle in front of them with his arms spread out like the wings of an airplane, saying something like "Vrooooooooooom!" as he ran.
Dex frowned. That boy didn't need a harness and Dex was looking down at him. But somehow even though he was way taller than the squirrel Dex thought that he still might somehow be younger, and still need a harness. Like, that squirrel boy was probably potty-trained, whereas Dex's potty-training was totally a total mess. Since he'd been with mommy, he couldn't think of one single time he had ever managed to make it to the toilet in time, a minor miracle in and of itself, then manage to get his diaper down in time to pee into the toilet without getting pee everywhere, then flush the toilet, then get his diaper and his pants back on. Given how little time the incontinent raccoon had even when he realized beforehand he was going to release, accomplishing all that would have been the equivalent of running a triathlon.
Usually at his very best the raccoon would arrive in the bathroom just as he released into his cubpants, or start spraying just as he tugged his diaper down, but before he'd had any chance to direct his aim. Then mommy would come in and pick him up under his arms and ask him to look down at what he did and ask why he tried to do that, and say wasn't it clear that the seat was always down on their toilets because she did not expect her boy to have to piddle in them, that their toilet was only for girls and for boys who were big enough to do #2 there, which Dex sometimes was. Sometimes these admonitions made Dex giggle, and sometimes they made him cry.
Then mommy would pat Dex's head while he cleaned up his own mess with toilet paper and say that changing his diapers was never a chore. But he didn't believe her.
It wasn't just his failure at potty-training that made Dex feel littler than all the littler cubs in this store, though. He couldn't understand what anyone was saying, or read any of the signs, or understand the words to any of the songs on the radio. The pitter-patter of little paws caused his ears to flick, and he saw a seven or eight-year-old golden retriever pup leaning forward on the balls of his heels and regarding the big raccoon suspiciously, wrinkling his nose. He said something in what sounded like a mocking tone, but it sounded like babble to Dex, who only blushed and stared down at his sandaled footpaws. Closer to his ears, mommy said something sharply to the cub. Without raising his head, Dex looked over at his panda out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't understand what she had said either.
In a moment the retriever's own caretaker, an absent-minded male dog who was carrying a list in one paw and staring at it fixedly, grabbed the tyke's paw and ushered him onwards. The pup kept looking over his shoulder and saying something about Dex, but his caretaker seemed to be ignoring everything the little brat said while they shopped, just muttering generic reassurances and patting him on the head periodically.
The raccoon tugged on his panda's paw again. He was becoming more conscious than ever of the maelstrom of cubs and grown-ups that surrounded them, but also more overawed by the mecca they'd entered. Its aisles stretched out of his sight to the right and to the left, every one filled with bright plastic, glittering lights, and untold treasures. Squeals of sheer joy echoed periodically from some of the more crowded aisles. Signs were everywhere, but Dex couldn't read any of them, because he was a baby.
No, he didn't think he was old enough to run free like the other cubs he saw zipping around the store in front of him. He gripped mommy's paw tighter and whimpered. She nudged him forward, and he took one step forward, then stopped. What if he got lost? He'd have to go somewhere like a central office. There'd be an announcement: "Big baby raccoon separated from his panda caretaker." He couldn't subject mommy to that kind of embarrassment. What if it made furs think she was a bad mommy? He resolved not to let go of her paw.
"Mama," the raccoon said quietly, "harness?"
"It's okay, dear," said the panda, who understood Dex's baby talk and baby block-print writing just as well as she understood the befuddling characters on the signs and the exclamations of the smaller, but older, cubs. Dex could not for the life of him begin to write even a single letter like that. "Just hold on to my paw."
Dex nodded determinedly and toddled ahead, one waddling step at a time, for mommy had made him wear extra layers even beyond his regular baby allowance for today's very long and very exciting trip. He held out one paw in front of himself and moved slowly so that he wouldn't lose mommy in the crowd. The crowd was thick here, like it was on the street outside. As always in a city crowd, furs didn't pay very much attention to each other except in rare instances.
The raccoon wandered through an aisle full of mechanical dinosaurs, which he regarded with wide eyes, then of building block playsets, then of model robots, some of which were alive, and therefore quite possibly magical. One of them pointed a laser at mommy, and Dex yipped and spread his arms out, stepping in front of her -- much to the amusement of the few other cubs in the crowd who paid any attention. She immediately patted the raccoon's head and whispered into his ear soothingly, and he relaxed and gripped her hand again, his own free paw migrating toward his muzzle. It was the first time he let go of her paw during the toy store excursion.
From aisle to aisle they wandered and with each new aisle Dex's heart beat faster and his eyes grew visibly wider. Spaceships! Action figures! Building blocks! Basketball hoops! Remote-controlled airplanes that the raccoon followed through the air with his nose until he was dizzy! Water guns and splash bombs! Bicycles and tricycles! Playset universes, each promising an entire imaginary world full of secret passages and clandestine storage spots and deadly booby traps for unsuspecting action figures! Life-size playsets, even! Castles that came up to Dex's waist! Giant bins, reaching almost up to the cathedral ceiling, filled with balls, some with balls the size of Dex or larger! Mommy let go of him and let him take one giant ball in both paws and throw it on the floor, and then watch it bounce up and down. It was the second time he let go of her paw during their trip.
"You're such a strong boy," she said to Dex then, and the raccoon grinned broadly, a grin that remained irrepressible as he took mommy's paw again and toddled into the next aisle. The diapers under his karate uniform felt heavier, for at some point he must have wet again, maybe twice. In any case, he was only just now realizing it.
It seemed like days later to Dex when they arrived at the exit. Dex remembered how the doors worked though! He waited for an opening in the crowd then he leapt onto the rubber mat, and giggled with gleeful satisfaction as the door slid open. He practically tumbled into the street, pulling mommy along behind him, and then bounced up and down on his heels. That had been so much fun! Now he was exhausted!
The panda rested a paw on his head. Dex thought they would go to shop somewhere for things for mommy now, but she seemed a little concerned. "Sweetie," she whispered, crouching so he felt her warm breath on the back of his flicking ear, "didn't you see anything you wanted? Why didn't you ask for anything?"
Dex's eyes grew even wider, and his tail flicked against the air. "I . . . can ask for fings?" he whispered back in wonderment, his voice quivering, in a stunned and breathless query, as though he had just been offered the keys to Fort Knox.
Mommy promised him a treat today, and he thought this trip was his treat. Was there more? Truly, he had the best mommy anywhere! He didn't even know what to say, except that he felt himself releasing into the front of his diaper again, as usual aware of it only as it happened.
"Of course you can," the panda said, scritching the top of his head a little. "You've been very good."
Dex stared down at his footpaws, then looked up at her with a sheepish grin. "That's okay," he said. "Mommy should get things for mommy now. 'S more 'mportant."
The panda grabbed him in an unexpected, giggle-inducing, bone-crushing squeeze, and snatched a catalogue from a dump of them outside the store.
"We can come back," she said.
Dex nodded obediently. Obviously, he'd done something that surprised mommy, because she seemed in a hurry to end their shopping trip. Usually it seemed like two eternities to Dex whenever he was dragged through a women's clothing and cosmetics store, but this time it only seemed like an eternity and a half, and mommy hardly bought anything.
She didn't spray perfume on him to sniff and test it like she often did. She didn't even take him to the junior men's department, which was just as well, because Dex was a growing boy and most of those clothes didn't fit him.
She was just paying at the cosmetics store when Dex, trailing along behind her, suddenly thought of something as he saw mommy putting her wallet away and the bags sitting on the checkout counter. He tugged at her paw and she looked over at him. "Lemme carry your bags please," the raccoon whispered shyly, slipping his paw from her grip in order to lay both his paws on their handles. He dropped the toy store catalog he had been carrying inside one of the bags. That was the third time he let go of mommy's paw during their shopping trip.
Lin Lin opened her muzzle, closed it, and nodded silently. Dex took the bags and smiled at her as the two of them stepped out of line.
"We can go back to the toy store now, sweetheart," the panda said. "Did you remember anything you wanted?"
The toy store? Dex blinked. Some of those cubs were shovers and troublemakers, like the one who pointed at him. And the crowds were only getting worse by the time they left. It would be hard to make it through there with mommy's bags intact. He knew what would happen, she would take them herself and tell him to go look. But he didn't want mommy to carry her own bags. The serious raccoon silently shook his head.
"There must be something," Lin Lin prodded, but her charge, instead of responding, leaned forward, bent down slightly, and kissed her lightly on the nose.
"That does it," the panda said, a little abruptly. "We're going back to the hotel." Then she grabbed his wrist above one of the bags and yanked him out into the street.
Mommy hailed a cab and, after an argument with the driver, paid in grown-up
money. Dex only had play money; he couldn't use it to buy things here. He got into the backseat silently and the panda fussed with his seatbelt. He crossed his arms and looked sideways out the window, a little flustered. He could have done that himself! He didn't want to be a burden. But mommy kissed him on the forehead as the cab rolled into motion, and she began speaking in grown-up talk with the driver. She seemed to think he was going the wrong way. Dex just stared out the window. He blew a tiny bubble from the saliva in his muzzle, and watched it pop against the glass.
He lit up and his tail flicked, coming down squarely on the panda's lap, when they turned on to a familiar street and he recognized their hotel. That building was home, for a week anyway! Mommy settled with the driver and rushed Dex inside, past the lobby, and into the elevator. Because he had been a very good raccoon, she let him press the button.
They were back in their room before long and mommy went into the bathroom and organized her shopping purchases while Dex sat on the couch. Mommy gave him the toy catalog to look at but he didn't open it, just staring down at it in his lap blankly.
He leaned backwards and stretched his feet in the air, looking up at his toes. Unfortunately, he accidentally turned on the TV with his foot, which frightened him when voices he couldn't understand came blaring out of it! He dropped the toy catalog and curled up into a ball.
He was sleepy. He yawned. No, he couldn't fall asleep yet! The day wasn't over, and he had work to do! Besides, he would have that scary dream again. That one where he was wet and salty and soggy and there was spray everywhere and . . .
And he was swimming in the ocean near an Australian bay, a howling wind whipping its foam up into his bleary eyes, making his way through the choppy waves, toward the blurry figure he could see flailing, growing ever clearer as he grew closer.
The raccoon, taking a deep breath, threw the flotation ring he'd been clutching as hard as he could, keeping a loose grip around the rope attached to it, and it landed, with a splash, in the distance, closer to the blur he saw.
"Red!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, desperately. "Hold on!"
Then, he launched into a frantic crawl stroke, propelling himself in that direction, following the cord.
"Dex you lunatic!" he heard shouting, and when he did he knew he was close enough to open his eyes. A red panda in a soaked Robin Hood outfit, feathered cap swept away in the storm, his fur matted, was holding on with one bloodied paw to the edge of a coral pillar that peaked just below the water. His other paw was thrashing against the ocean. "Dunny . . . dummy . . . dingo . . . dimwit . . ." he was sputtering at the raccoon, "Turn around! I'm caught in a rip current!"
"What was the big idea," the raccoon shouted back angrily, treading water and thrashing about, following the rope, for the life preserver he'd thrown, "throwing the life preserver to me, when I was closer to shore?"
The water heaved under them. Dex's stomach lurched, his vision went black as the wave crashed over him, then it withdrew and he suddenly found himself three feet closer to the more-drenched panda.
"You were sinking!" the red panda shouted back. "I saw you sinking! How are you swimming now?"
Even on the storm-tossed sea, the ruins of their small skiff, visible in the distance, Dex blushed involuntarily. "I . . . uh . . . shed a lot of weight," he answered, feeling a shiver run up his spine from under the base of his tail; after almost sinking, he had managed to get his safety pins undone and kick his cloth layers loose holding on to the flotation ring Red had thrown to him the second before a wave had lifted the red panda had slipped under the water and, flailing, vanished from sight.
Dex splashed and thrashed, laying hold of the life preserver, and steering himself closer to his friend. "I tied the other end of the rope," he shouted, "to the rock that scraped our bottom out! Take my paw!" Foam whipped up between them, but Dex extended his scratched and bleeding paw through the wave blindly.
"You're an idiot! Why didn't you climb on that rock or swim to shore? Get out of here!" the red panda shouted back, followed by an impressive enough brace of expletives to prove he was the sailor of the two. "It won't hold! I'll pull you under, you moron!"
The sky crackled above them. Dex had a feeling something worse had happened somewhere, and this was a far-off aftershock.
"It will hold!" the waterlogged raccoon insisted with a cry. "Take my paw! I'll pull you out of the undertow!"
"Go away!" the red panda protested. "Captain goes down with the ship, Dex!"
The water heaved again, blinding both of them for a moment. Then Dex's vision cleared and he found himself within striking distance of the panda.
"Well who went," the raccoon snarled as he reached out and closed his grip around the red panda's free wrist, "and put you in charge?"
Seeing no help for it, the red panda squeezed his eyes shut and, closing his grip around Dex's wrist, propelled himself with his footpaws, and a vigorous flicking of his tail, as hard as he could off his tenuous perch in Dex's direction. For a moment, Dex felt himself, and the life preserver, tilt and veer, tugged down and further from shore as the rope connecting the life preserver to a jagged, slipper rock outcropping was drawn taut and strained as though about to snap -- but only for a moment.
Then, the two furs swung out of the rip current, back into the wrenching, but shorebound waves, staring at each other across the life preserver. They smiled at each other in a moment of stupefied relief.
Then, "You," each of the obviously upset furs shouted at the other at the same time, "crazy bastard, I would have been fine!"
"Undertow?" shouted the red panda. "Not even what undertow means, mate! Where do you think we are, a tourist beach? I'm insulted that you think I'd--"
"No more of this going down with the ship business!" the distraught raccoon yelled over him without listening. "I'd rather lose a boat than you! Are we clear about that?"
Dex was shivering and sucking on his thumb when he opened his eyes to the feel of mommy's paws scratching his scalp, and the smell of mommy's new perfume washed over him. He liked it. It smelled like bubble bath, well at least like the bubble bath that mommy used on him. That made him smile.
"There there, baby," the panda said, as she lifted the tired raccoon's torso up and maneuvered herself on to the couch, so his head and shoulders were resting on her lap. "You're still so tired. You've had too much excitement lately, sweety. You scared me something awful, you know. I almost thought you . . . ." she sniffled, and cleared her throat. "Well, never mind. A little vacation was the least mommy could do for you." She nudged the toy catalog, which had fallen on to the floor, with her foot. "Just relax, sweetie. Just relax. Mommy will take care of everything, sweetheart. You just relax, little angel. Let mommy be in charge for a week. No fur knows you here. Let go. Be mommy's baby. Let me spoil you for a change. You've earned it. Now, did you pick out anything you wanted?"
"Huuuuh?" Dex asked, as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his paws. He had forgotten all about the toys for the moment.
The panda felt a little disappointed as she looked down at the catalog on the floor. She never should have rushed him back here before he'd picked out anything. She just felt so squirmy and like she was about to start doing things to Dex she shouldn't do in public, even in a city where no fur knew either of them, and they would never stand out among hundreds of thousands of furs.
The raccoon's head was in mommy's lap, and he felt the front of his soggy diaper growing warm -- not this time, with his pee -- it was growing warm and tight at the same time as he felt his panda's warm paws and warm breath and smelled her perfume. He had work to do.
That's right! They'd talked about ground rules for this China trip, and Dex had set this one himself. He started sleepily nosing a soft spot of mommy's waist, under her belly button, and tugged at her sweatpants gingerly with one paw. He forced his cold, wet nose down a little lower -- then a little lower -- then a little lower -- until he felt the panda shiver, and then he shivered too, and, under his diaper, his shaft began to harden and feel thicker.
About some things, Dex was adamant even as a baby. No disposable diapers. No meat in his food. And he didn't let himself climax if mommy hadn't, because Dex wanted to grow up to be a gentleman and gentlemen always let ladies cum first, and, besides, he felt a duty to improve the reputation of straight boys like him.
The panda reached low to tug down her panties and give Dex easier access as he began licking her genital area. He had become awfully good at this type of service, even if he did go about his submissive responsibilities in such an overly serious way.
The panda nudged the toy catalog that had fallen on the floor with her footpaw. She'd catch her little prince staring goggly-eyed at something in it eventually, and she'd buy it for him. Whatever he wanted. He should have been sitting on the floor awash in new toys playing his heart out tonight. That's what she'd planned on. He'd thrown her off balance by refusing to ask for anything, but she'd figure out what would make him happiest.
She'd just force him to say, by command, or by tickling. No, he was too modest -- even tickled into it, he'd ask for the cheapest thing. He couldn't read Chinese numerals, of course, any more than he could read any of the characters on any of the signs here, but he'd pick something that looked cheap, and she wanted to give him the toys he'd be too embarrassed to ask for in his adult headspace, not one of them, four of them, no, five, or six, a whole suite of them. She didn't care, for him, how boyish they were. She closed her eyes and rested a paw loosely on Dex's head as she sunk back into the couch. She had hated boys for so long. But Dex was her boy. Her baby, her sweetheart, her lover, her fiancé -- and someday very soon, she hoped, her husband.
Not that a wedding would mean an end to his baby play days. Dex was too good to grow up. She'd never allow it. Sometimes he got a little too serious or gloomy, it was true, but that's what discipline was for. A spoonful of castor oil was usually enough to turn a melancholy raccoon into a helpless-feeling cub, sobbing only sweetly and leaving himself entirely open to mommy's comfort. They had boys over sometimes, and if they could regress as sweetly and as perfectly as Dex, she saw no need to sissify them. Of course, that put a lot of pressure on the raccoon to try to train their age-playing visitors properly and show them the best examples of behavior -- knowing what might happen if he didn't. Yes, life was very hard for Dex, with all the responsibilities he felt to those around him, even when he was fully regressed.
Lin Lin was plotting in the back of her mind as Dex's tongue slid along the rapidly moistening boundaries of her slit. She'd feed him ice cream and leave ice cream stickies on his paws so the pages and photos he liked best would have sticky marks on them. No, too unreliable. She'd put a nursery cam somewhere with a good view so she could see what he kept turning back to. She was in charge for the week, after all, she reminded herself as she felt the first wave of climax wash over, and she sunk back into the hotel sofa, wrapping her paws around Dex and hugging him close to her for dear life. She was in charge in this relationship and she wanted her little prince to have a perfect week and she always got her way.
The adult baby raccoon, his tail flicking and his face glistening with a little of mommy's clear discharge, would now permit himself to bounce up and down humping his soggy diaper with full force against the couch, biting his tongue. He'd earned his sticky and that made him proud.
"Oh, Dex, sweetie," Lin Lin whispered into his ear, "slow down, let mommy help you," not realizing that her command sounded a little more like a plea, and she reached for the bottle of lubricant she'd retrieved from the bathroom and set down on the coffee table.
Dex leaned closer to her, pawing for the bottle, because he wanted to be helpful, and not leave her to lube herself. What kind of a gentleman would do that?
"I wuv this twip and I wuv you. Wha'll we do," Dex queried as he fumbled for the bottle and his muzzle bumped into the back of her paw, "next, mommy?"
"I don't know yet, angel. But whatever it is, I do know," she said, tussling his headfur, and surrendering the bottle of lubricant into the regressed coon's eager, if clumsy paws, "that it will be an adventure."
The End!(?)