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Waking to find herself secured into a fitting car seat was surprisingly not as jarring as Bee imagined it might be. Obviously she was confused, but she wasn't uncomfortable. The hamster's pudgy legs dangled out and she kicked them idly as she stretched her arms. Something had been placed between her lips and she probed it with her tongue and rodent incisors. The little nub of a soft, rubbery pacifier squeaked in response to her prodding and she chewed in a daze. Little eyes cracked open and the hamster swiveled her blurry vision about her. She-- they were driving in a car, though she hadn't examined who the person behind the wheel was. Dizzy hamster reached up to rub at her temples. She must have been drinking last night to feel this drowsy. Yet even after pawing her eyes clean of sleep, Bee still couldn't convince herself that she wasn't drunk out of her gourd. A diaper. It was hidden behind a set of seat belt buckles attached to the car seat she'd been put into. She could still clearly make it out though. Bee had been carefully fixed into place with a belt running between her legs and it now dug into the soft, embarrassingly thick material of the baby underwear. Sesame Street designs peeked out from under the safety contraption and Bee's cheeks began to glow about as red as Elmo's were on her crotch. Shaking in confusion, one paw was lowered down between her legs to tentatively press a finger into the material. "I'm," Bee's thought process immediately rewound, "IT isn't wet. Thank god." Her first relief of the day came from a dry diaper and that certainly didn't help with her blushing. Normally waking up in a strange place, strapped into a car seat, and taped into a diaper would be reason to freak out, but Bee had already figured out where she was. The driver was her roommate and the car was hers as well. Some sort of joke? Bee wasn't laughing. Hamster took what she realized was a pacifier from her mouth and sent it falling to the front of the car in a weak arc. The soother landed in one of the cup holder which thankfully got Vickie's attention. The Bengal tiger turned her eyes to the rear view mirror. Predatory gaze met with an angry hamster's and Bee's mouth opened wide, quite ready to chew her roommate out! "What on EARTH is going on?! What the h-" "Zip it." Bee's eyes went wide as she felt.. something had been stolen from her. Tongue weighed heavy in her mouth. She tried to speak, but the pink appendage flopped uselessly in her mouth like a fish out of water. All she could manage was a gurgling lisp and it really didn't get her fussy point across. Certainly fit the character Vickie wanted her to play though, but she hadn't put that together in her head just yet. After a bit of warm breath and polishing on her blouse, the Bengal tiger extended her hand back to place the cleaned pacifier back between Bee's lips. Hamster's ears lowered in shame as a new sensation of calm washed over her. Her lips began to work the rubber bulb and she reclined back into her chair. Like magic, Bee had been soothed. "There you go, Pumpkin. No more fussies, okay? Mommy knows it's hard getting used to new things, but I know you'll enjoy it eventually. I found your profile online, Silly! Bab.me? Like, two years ago. Apparently you stopped checking it after you made it. Thanks for that. Mommy was so happy to find someone just perfect for babying and then poof! It turns out they're some goofy dunce who doesn't even check their profile a day after they made it. Do you know how disappointing that is? A looking mommy finds a looking baby who lives on the same campus as her and STILL nothing comes of it? God, Babee. You're a real stinker sometimes." The feline punctuated her statement with an exaggerated sniff-sniff into the rear view mirror, Bee sniffing in response. Stinky? She wasn't stinky. She was incredibly horny though. Hamster had a hard-on currently digging into the tight, cloudy interior of her Huggies. She wriggled about, unintentionally grinding against so many seat belts as she tried to free herself from her baby prison-seat! Unfortunately for Vickie, the pacifier couldn't stop Bee from also being terrified. Her bab.me profile? She had made it at the end of high school and quickly forgotten about it. This entire fetish, infantilism, was a deep and dark secret of hers. The kind where she'd purchase a pack of ten baby diapers, wet one, and then sniffle about it in shame after throwing away the rest. Bee, the straight-A student in every extracurricular. Bee, the good girl who didn't drink, do drugs, or have sex. She was not allowed to have some weird, nasty fantasy about being babied by some cuddly Mommy who would take care of her worries. And yet every week, she'd find herself staying up just a bit later than she should, reading through stories of magical babying and clichés just to end up creaming in her panties and passing out in bed. Hamster snapped to attention suddenly. She'd spaced off right in the middle of Vickie's speech. "--Hey. HEY. POOPY." Bee took offense to that. "Yes, you, the diaper baby with the stiffy. Sit still, shut up, and pay attention. If you don't like the car seat, you can sit on Mommy's dick instead." Bee .. w-would pay more attention after that though. Bengal tiger snorts, "Remember when we bumped into each other at the UDCC? We're both eating alone right next to each other and you just so happen to spill Kool-aid all over me? Yeah, I made that happen. You're welcome. See, I found you maybe.. two months before we became friends. I've been watching you for quite a bit, Bee. If you've been friends with me for eight months, then I've been friends with you for ten." Bee's heart practically sank into her stomach where it fluttered delicately with the rest of the butterflies. This was like a kidnapping! She had been stolen by some crazy lady.. okay, she'd been stolen by her best friend and now she was being taken away from her bright future to.. play baby? She didn't want this. Not at all! Her fidgeting increased and the hamster turned her attention to the tapes of her diaper, tugging on them to no avail. All she really managed to do in her fervent, worried squirming was grind her crotch into a seat belt. "Jesus, Bee. Calm down and I'll rub you off myself. Just.. relax, okay? This is going to take some getting used to. Okay, look. I know you like being forced into this stuff. And I know you do. You don't even clear your browsing history for one, and two.. seriously? Do you honestly still think I run a babysitting service? I bought -all- of that stuff for you, Pumpkin. I've babysat my cousin, like, twice. Was that honestly enough to convince you? I know you've been sneaking the diapers too. Know how?" Bee shook her head. " All I had to do was leave them in the closet outside your room and they started disappearing! ..Then they started reappearing in the trash, soaked with hamster pee. You also can't open them yourself. YOU need scissors to cut the tapes. That means you're about as weak as a tiger cub. That also means you're as good as locked in your diapers with me around, and frankly.. that's just perfect. Been waiting like three months for you to wander into my room with a heavy diaper and whimper to me for changies, but I guess I can't rely on a baby to make the first move." Bee's dick twitched, the teensiest dribble of gleaming precum oozing out into the front of her thirsty padding. She'd been completely trapped. Locked into a car seat, locked into diapers, and completely helpless without her roommate's help. Cheeks remained permanently red and Bee now slumped back into her chair. She'd been defeated and a look of sorrow washed over her face. What was going to happen to her? And furthermore, why on Earth was she feeling so strange? Had she been drugged? "Hypnosis. If you'd let me talk instead of humping your Huggies and spacing out, I'd be done by now. It's all over the internet, you know. I mean.. YOU showed me some of it yourself, so I decided to actually use it on you. You are really oblivious sometimes, Bee. I've been giving you 'sleep aids' to listen to for months now. Nothing permanent, mind you. Just some little things to trigger when I want to have fun. Turn the baby's stiffy on, turn the baby's stiffy off, making a certain little hamster fudgy her Huggies," A toothy grin formed on Vickie's lips and Bee became grumbly and agitated in her seat. Their car took a right at an intersection and Bee recognized a department store and parking lot. Heart jumped again and- "Relax. We've been driving for half an hour. We're way off campus. I just need to buy you diapers and some supplies and if you play your part, nobody is going to notice a thing. You're already little as it is, Baby. Mommy just added the outfit." And it was true! Bee, a dwarf hamster, stood at the tiniest of tiny: 3'6" with shoes on. The size of a four-year-old. She had met many diapered cubs who were around her size, some of them larger and even stronger than her. Quite the embarrassment, but her size did make for perfect baby camouflage. This was emphasized by Vickie once they had parked. Bee found herself being unbuckled from her seat and pulled out of the car by her underarms. With car locked, Vickie made it a point to show Bee her own reflection in the car. A six foot something tiger with a dinky baby rodent in her arms. In nothing but bulky baby diapers, pacifier, flowery, pink t-shirt, and.. light-up sneakers, the little albino hamster was obviously just another baby. To her surprise, Vickie allowed Bee to walk on her own two feet, or wobble for that matter. The hamster held paws with her roommate and focused all of her attention on playing it cool, although Vickie had no intention of letting that happen. "As I'm sure you know, the best thing about hypnosis is trigger words. For example, if I say, 'Bee, did you make poopies?' then.. well, you tell me what happens. Try to keep up, Pumpkin. If I catch you lagging behind, you're going in the cart and you can ride while Mommy pushes!~" Bee had a problem to deal with now. She was a decent eater, the smallest folk always were, and she certainly hadn't gone to the bathroom in quite a bit. Unbeknownst to Bee, Vickie had also made sure to give her a faint dose of castor oil and diuretic in her bottle before she'd woken up during their ride. A few minutes ago, she'd been sitting down on her bottom and Vickie hadn't triggered anything, so she was fine. Now that she was standing and her hypnosis had actually been put to work, things were different. To put it bluntly, everything Bee had eaten the day before was now desperately attempting to find its way into her Huggies. One paw latched onto the tiger's jeans as Vickie found them a cart. Bee could already tell that the tiger was intentionally going fast. Vickie was usually slow and methodical, but she was rushing just to give Bee a hard time. The hamster had to focus on holding it in, awkwardly toddling somewhat behind Vickie. Her tail raised occasionally, only to fire downward against her cushy seat in resistance. She was not going to poop and that was that! But that honestly wasn't up to her at this point. Through the first aisle, Bee thought she might be able to keep true to her self-made promise. She wasn't going to go poopy in her pants, especially not at the store! Vickie paced along, cart gliding in front of her and hamster baby struggling to waddle along with her. The bread aisle took far too long considering they didn't grab anything, but at least one aisle was done. Bee lost hold of her grip on Vickie's jeans in the soups and canned goods and had to whimper into her binky just to slow the tiger enough to catch up. Still no messy diaper! Bee honestly felt proud of herself for resisting the amount of pressure she was under. The more she held it, the more she thought she could make it through. But by the end of the third aisle, Bee soon came to realize that Vickie had no intention of letting Bee leave in clean diapers. She paused just at the turn-in to the fourth aisle, counting down the line of aisles ahead of them. They were only on aisle four of nineteen. Apparently Vickie had chosen a mega department store and Bee could only assume it was for torturing purposes. Her heart sank. How long could she hold it? Ten more aisles? Maybe if Vickie kept going at the same pace, Bee could manage it. Or maybe if they reached the aisle with scissors, Bee could get out of her cumbersome diapers herself. When they got new diapers, would Vickie change her in the store or out in the car? Would she make Bee wait all the way till home? With everything racing through her mind, Bee had little time to react when Vickie suddenly stopped. All at once, Bee walked right into Vickie's leg. Baby stumbled back in confusion and then blinked. A muffled toot sounded from behind her, signaling something ominous. Her momentary lapse in concentration was easily exploited by her body and by the time she'd figured this out, it was already too late. She'd made it four aisles, maybe ten minutes, before she'd pooped her diaper. Fat, sad tears formed in either of her eyes as her muscles were forced to try and painfully clench back into holding it, but the pressure was just too much. She squirmed on her flashing, tiger-provided sneakers, biting down into her pacifier and groaning uncomfortably into it. The scene was just enough to get Mommy's attention. Unlike Bee, Vickie was quite calm and collected about the process. She lowered down to Bee's eye level, pressed a kiss to the struggling hamster's forehead, and finalized it with a pat to Bee's bottom. "Go poopy, Pumpkin. You'll feel oodles better when you're done. I promise." At this point, it was all the convincing Bee needed to stop fighting. Her watery eyes scrunched shut, fuzzy snout wrinkling up as a grunt was heard behind her soother. With tail finally allowed to raise, Bee stopped holding back for her own sake. Blort. Three meals worth of hamster mess began to push into the thick, safe confines of her Sesame Street Huggies. The firm, slightly mushy load pressed against the seat of her diaper, forcing it to bulge outward and down with weight. She was standing when she started, but the snug diaper provided resistance to her filling and she found she needed better ground. Almost instinctively, Bee began lowering and spreading her legs into the slightest of squats. She could hear the tiger purring next to her as another grunt was expelled, Hamster struggling to push everything out of her. She wanted it all gone. She wanted to feel better. One final titanic grunt was all she needed, Bee beet red as she strained to force the last of her big mess into the tight padding around her butt. She tooted, lowered into a full-on toddler squat, and squealed as the last of the empty space in her seat became packed. Full. She'd filled every last cubic inch in the back of her diaper with heavy mush and it now drooped down beneath her, though that didn't last for long. As soon as she let out any sigh of relief, which she did after that much straining, Vickie was there to pluck her up for comforting and praise. One second she'd been forcing poop into her pants and by the next second, she was dazed from straining so hard and.. sinking into the firm pile beneath her. She'd been settled down and buckled into the baby seat in Mommy's cart. Gooey hamster sludge crept forward between her legs and squelched up the back of her diaper as her own weight compressed the tremendous pile beneath her. .. and to be honest, if no one else was in the room, Bee might say she liked it. She'd already absolutely loaded her diaper, so there was no reason to hold back any more. With one more light sigh, an obvious hissing picked up and Bee forced out what little pee was left in her after such a strenuous fudging. Diaper had gone from soft and cool to warm, squidgy, and muddy. Compared to a seat belt, it was heaven to the poor girl's needy stiffy. She wouldn't be caught dead humping a squishy diaper in a department store, but at least it felt nice. "What a good girl, Bee! Gosh, somebody really needed to go! I told you, didn't I? Such a happy baby when you're empty! Now, you just sit and enjoy it while Mommy shops. You just relax and if you don't like it, you fuss at Mommy and we'll see about something less smushy for your tushy." Bee had been blushing since she woke up in her car seat and now she was blushing as she nodded off again. She'd spent what little energy she had on messing her pants and it was nap time anyway, so.. zzz. Leaning forward, she pressed herself into the warm tummy of a purring, proud feline mother. The hamster nodded off within minutes of humming and rolling forward through countless aisles. Her thirty minutes of much-needed rest were only momentarily interrupted whenever Mommy spoke. At the register, Bee cracks her eye open to peer at the cashier waving her hand in front of her nose. "I know. She's pretty ripe, but it's her last diaper. Kinda why we're at the store actually!" Bee would take offense if she couldn't smell her own poop wafting all around her. Shamefully enough, the smell was comforting to her. Deep down, a dirty diaper meant she was too little to worry about her own problems. She was stuck in it until Vickie did something about it, something which excited the hamster to no end. Not now though. Right now, Bee just wanted to rest and enjoy the afterglow of her experience. Zzz--

-- ?? Yet again, waking up buckled into a car seat was more comfortable than she'd imagine it to be. The hamster stretched in confusion, turning her blurry vision about and trying to figure out what on earth had happened. What a lewd dream she'd had! She'd gone off to the store with her tiger roommate who she'd been crushing on for weeks now. Her weird fetish had invaded her dream too and she ended up squatting right in front of Vickie, forced to fill her diaper by the woman. What nonsense!

Sniff, sniff.. sniff. Someone smelled poopy.

Bee blinked in her post-wake daze. Her paw stretched downward and she gently pressed her fingers into the sodden, yellowed front of the Sesame Street diaper taped around her waist. It squished heavily in response and the lump in her throat disappeared. Relief washed over her and she relaxed once more, heart calming. "My diaper is soaked," crossed her mind without a second thought, "and it's so full." Heart picked up again, though this time from excitement. Her dream hadn't been fake. It really had happened and she confirmed it by peering forward. Vickie sat in the driver's seat, humming to herself until she noticed her baby had finally woken. Bee held up one paw, shyly waving up to the tiger and making her pacifier bob adorably between her lips. Vickie shot back an amused smile. "I didn't change you. Thought you might want to wake up like an authentic tot. You know.. with poop in your pants." The tiger snorted again, waving at her nose and glancing between the rear view mirror and the road ahead of her. "You won't get rashy. I put way too much powder and cream on you for that to happen. Anyways, Poopy, I bought you some supplies and stuff. Diapers, some formula, and we've already got toys at home. I made you a bottle too! It'll make sure you keep your diapers, uh, ... you'll be needing changed a lot, okay?" Vickie took a bottle from a nearby cup holder and handed it back to Bee, staring at her in the mirror. "Okay?" She repeated again. For once, Vickie almost looked worried, like she needed approval. All at once, Bee realized that the tiger had been pitching a deal. She wanted to wow Bee enough to keep the hamster coming back for more. If she hadn't, if Bee didn't accept, then Vickie had wasted her time and done something quite awful in the process. Needless to say, Bee had been wowed. She leaned forward in her seat, squelching and smushing around in her loaded padding as she struggled to finally reach the bottle. Once in hand, she replaced her pacifier with it and began drinking without hesitation. A short and sweet nod was all Bee replied with, glugging obediently on her drink as she purposefully shifted aroiund in her seat. Now that she'd gotten used to it, smushing around like this was.. nice. Vickie didn't seem to mind either. "Good." Mommy said, turning her eyes back to the road with a genuine smile. "Mmmuhhmuh?" Hamster questioned, bottle partially out of her lips. "Oh! Uhm.. unzip it. Try again?" "Mommy?" Bee squirmed as it rolled so easily off her tongue now, Vickie herself becoming faintly pink as well. She glanced back to Bee once more. "Yes, Pumpkin?" "Thank you." Hamster mumbled, her new mother snorting back at her. "Save it for when I'm done wiping the poop off your butt, Stinker." Tiger grinned and Hamster buried her face back into her bottle, giggling wildly as she slurped on the spiked contents. She wiggled her goopy rump into her car seat to get comfortable for the long ride home.

"You're welcome though, Stinker. Mommy's been waiting quite a bit to make this work. Do you think we can do that? You can be big whenever you want and--" "Yes Mommy." Hamster chirped, beaming at the feline while audibly wagging her tail against her squashy diaperseat. The tiger looked between the road and her new daughter one more time, nodded firmly, and relaxed in her seat as well. "Good girl." Vickie purred. And it was true. Bee would be a very good girl for her new Mommy. It was all she'd ever dreamed about in the back of her head. Now that she had it, she'd do anything to keep it. She'd be the best baby. "..Peeyooh, Bee. Never thought you'd be THIS stinky." Hamster shined proudly up to her grossed-out roommate. She was the best baby.