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CW: Messy diapers
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Story:

“C-calling in, do you copy?”

The voice of a young raccoon sounded into the microphone. He was nervous: this first mission of his. Life and death around the corner. He shifted in his position. This could be his chance: his big moment. Sly Cooper, stealing the world’s fanciest diamond.

The base was right ahead of him, and he just had to sneak past the river. He’d prefer not to fall in, but if he does, it wasn’t the end of the world.

“Copy, this is Carmelita. Cross the river, Sly, and don’t worry about falling in. Do not compromise this mission.”

“Alright, here I go…”

Sly made his way down, his gray striped tail flowing in behind him as he dodged behind a boulder and peeked out. No guards yet, which was a relief for the young raccoon, as he toddled his way down to the river.

He took a look at the base ahead. It looked much, much bigger than him. Sly saw a long log leading to the center, and decided to trek that path. He adjusted his cap, made sure there was nothing in his pants, and tugged his underwear, before getting his feet down onto the log and starting his balancing act towards the treasure.

“W-woah, that was close…” he stammered, nearly losing his balance. A wave suddenly came from nowhere and launched itself forth to the raccoon, thoroughly drenching him. And to top it off, his blue attire was now stained… purple, for some reason.

“It’s not my favorite color, but it’ll do for the mission.”

Trekking forth, he checked in one last time with the fox on the other end of his remote system.

“Yes! I see it through the windows on my cameras, that’s the jewel, no doubt. As soon as you get close enough, use the explosives.”

Of course! Reaching into his pocket was a small detonator and two large C4 explosive devices. Perfect for blowing the wall to kingdom come and making way with the gemstone!

Sly hopped off and set down the devices in adequate locations before running behind his placed destructive devices.

“Okay, fox, just press the button right?”

“Do not address me by my species’ name, show some respect!” She huffed on the other line. “…but yes. Click it. Let’s get it over with.”

Sly’s grey-furred finger hovered over the red detonation button. He pressed down slowly and heard a small clicking noise. It sounded familiar, like…

“Tsk! Wet again, Sly Cooper? I’m not sure what I’m thinking with you in pull-ups if you’re not even trying to make it to the potty!”

The three year old raccoon, Sly Cooper, looked up at the authority figure. In the daycare, everyone called her Auntie. And they were all too little, most of the time, to have proper memorization for all that.

“Sorry, Auntie… I’ll try super hard next time to go potty in my pants.” Sly smirked and his eyes drifted off.

“No, not in your pants, Sly.” She gently tugged at his shorts and pulled them down slightly, showing the blue stars faded away to a purple smear. “You need to use the potty instead. Okay? You don’t want to end up in diapers, do you?” She gestured to a small chart on the wall, showing the name Sly Cooper. In three weeks, he had 10 dry days, with 5 rain clouds indicating that he had peed, and 6 thunderstorm stickers which indicated Sly had pooped himself.

The ruleboard sat next to the chart. Lovingly, it showed that a child needed a week dry to promote to underwear, with 2 days dry to promote out of diapers. Three days of accidents means it’s back to pull-ups, and a week of accidents means it’s back to diapers, or if they had three thunderstorms in a row. Right now, Sly had two thunderstorms, and today was a blank canvas for him.

Sly just wanted to go potty whenever and wherever he was at the time, because being a thief means there’s no time for that! Even Bentley, his turtle friend, agreed that it was easier to just wear a diaper on long missions. After all, you don’t want to be foiled because you had to go to the bathroom out in someone’s remote base.

Although, Sly’s hippopotamus friend, Murray, disagreed.

“How can you just prefer peeing and pooping yourself?” He once asked Sly when he realized he wasn’t potty trained yet, to which he replied he didn’t, it was just what he needed to do to become a master thief.

“But start small, I guess…” Sly said to himself, in the arms of Auntie, his used pull-up sagging heavily beneath him. That wave crash really messed him up.

“Hmm?”

“N-nothing, Auntie…” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

“You kids, I swear, have the most vivid imaginations.” The feline muttered, setting the raccoon down on a baby blue table, meant for changing little furs’ diapers.

Sly absentmindedly slid his thumb in his mouth and patiently sucked it while he waited for Auntie to do what she was hired for. She quickly slid off his shorts and ripped the sides off of his pull-up, retrieving her own wipes to ensure no smell of his urine remained from his bottom. Then, she picked him up by his armpits and stood him up, before retrieving a new pull-up from the pack and gesturing him to step in.

“Why?”

“Hmm? What’s the matter, Sly?”

Sly looked down. The disposable garment he was about to don was pink and dotted in cutesy paw prints, compared to his astronaut design that was soiled in the trash.

“Oh, I see your concern.” The feline’s sharp eyes gathered. “It’s just for today. We’re out of pull-ups for you, so you’ll have to use the girls ones. They’re in your size.”

Begrudgingly, he stepped in and they were pulled up onto him, protecting him from any accidents. He sat on his bum, poofing a bit of the powder out, and gave his new pull-up a sniff. He remarked it smelled floral, like a rose.

He was suddenly picked up again and had his shorts opened for him to step in. This time, he did it happily. Although, near his butt, the gathers of a pink, crinkly pull-up were poking out the top of his shorts.

Sly jumped down and thanked Auntie, to which she smirked.

“Of course, but remember to use the potty, okay? I can’t always remind you.”

“I will Auntie, thanks!” He said, before bounding off.

In the playroom, Carmelita, a young and very intelligent fox, as her family was in their line of work, observed her subject matter exiting the changing table and returning.

She mentally rolled her eyes, but narrowed them to look at the raccoon. She didn’t necessarily like him, but she didn’t really dislike him either. Her orange, puffy tail swished back and forth as she thought, and her pull-up crinkled slightly as she shifted.

Carmelita played along with Sly’s games, for the sole reason that she enjoyed helping others. Be it the daycare staffers or, apparently, a raccoon that was too focused on being ‘the best thief’ to notice when they needed to pee, she felt great gratification from helping.

Although the last part wasn’t all true. The infantile underwear Carmelita was required to wear wasn’t just for an accident. She’d been trying her best at potty training, being older than Sly by around two years, even beyond the age where she was considered a toddler, she was stuck in the pull-ups that were meant for Sly, not a young child like her. Despite her smarts, she couldn’t wiggle her head around the mechanics of potty training very well at all.

This was true so much so that it seemed it was a coin flip for her. Carmelita rarely wet herself, as her chart showed only 3 wet accidents this month, but the rest was quite bad for her. She’s been pooping herself many times in that month, much more than Sly did, which royally ticked her off that Sly was doing better than her. In light of it, she too was also one messy accident away from diapers.

A commandeering voice broke the fox from her thoughts, as her head whipped around, her small skirt and tail twirling and twisting as she turned to look.

Auntie is the primary leader of the daycare center. As a feline, she has a heightened sense of smell compared to a few other species, and her fur was as soft as can be. She enjoyed lifting her large, fluffy tail onto the changing table to comfort the kids who were shy about getting a change.

And she was standing behind a small podium, readjusting an old, rustic oak rocking chair, before sitting down and continuing with her speech to the children.

“It’s about time for a story, everyone! Please take a moment and stop what you’re doing, because I promise you that you’ll feel sad if everyone listens and you forget about story time!”

Carmelita’s eyes poked wide for a moment. Across the room, Sly, Bentley, and Murray stopped fiddling with their blocks and turned to face the speaker. Soon, one by one, all the kids, which numbered to around 15, gathered around in a small U-shape, centering around their daycare Auntie.

Sly sat down near the end with Murray and Bentley. Bentley was the oldest by a slim margin of the three, followed by Sly, and then Murray. Like Sly, the young turtle, Bentley, was clad in a diaper instead, his short green tail poking right out of the tail hole. Similar to him but different, Murray, the hippopotamus, was almost a foot taller than the other two. Unlike with his large appearance and mature stature, he wasn’t potty trained, with many accidents a week, although it was mostly due to Sly and Bentley taking time to scare him to where he wet himself, he was still in diapers.

Carmelita sat a foot away from Sly. No way was she being associated with babies like them. No, she was a big girl, and she just needed a bit more time potty training, but she was still in pull-ups for big girls. Granted, so was Sly, but she was sure he’d mess up somehow.

“Now, children, let’s start our book.” Auntie started, catching the eyes and ears of many young kits and cubs. “Now, this one is called ‘Shopping With my Mommy’, by Jane Mire. It’s about a young kitten learning that she can lend a helping hand while shopping with her mommy. So, now, I’ll turn to page one, and begin with story time!”

With that, the storytelling began. The young kitten, Ash, was enjoying her time spent with her mother at the supermarket, and Auntie narrated improv thoughts and comments here and there to make the book more immersive and thoughtful.

Carmelita noticed a slight pressure in her stomach, but ignored it for now. Near her, Bentley didn’t notice the small hissing sound, as he continued sitting down, having an accident without knowing it. The front of his plain, white diaper grew warm and yellowed from his pee, and thankfully nobody noticed him going.

Similarly, Sly felt the need to go, too. He noticed it, though, and contemplated going on purpose rather than the potty, since the story was just getting good. Ash was learning how to push the big shopping cart, which sounded super cool! Sly was strong, he can do it too!

“‘Ash, can you fetch me the eggs, please? Be careful! Mother said. Ash walked over with the eggs and gave them to her mother, and she said ‘Good job!’ And gave a sticker, then another.’” Auntie narrated, turning the page.

“‘Now, Ash, let’s try to push the cart for Mommy! She said, watching her push. And Ash pushed, and pushed, and pushed…’”

Sly thought about how pushing was the way to be strong and decided to join Ash with pushing, but with nothing to push, he decided to relieve himself by pushing just as hard as she was.

So Sly pushed, and pushed, and pushed while changing his position to be on his knees. He kept pushing, and quietly farted which rumbled his stomach more, signaling him almost finishing. He felt the accident poking its way into his girly pull-up, and his tail twitched and shook as Sly finished pooping himself. He noticed, thankfully, Auntie was still busy reading and didn’t notice his accident. Relieved, he sat back down on his newly weighted bottom, his mess squishing around his pull-up as he sat in it. Crossing his legs, he listened in again, feeling proud and strong.

Carmelita was on the verge of an accident. But story time was almost over, and Auntie said she shouldn’t miss it, so she obediently stayed. Her eyes strayed to distract herself, and she saw Sly shift his position and his tail twitch. She watched with her mouth agape as she noticed Sly’s pull-up having a big lump slide into the back of it, and then he sat in it?

‘Ew! What a baby!’ She thought to herself in her position, laying on her stomach. Her pull-up was clearly visible behind her, the pink patterns being floral with a white canvas, signaling to everyone looking that she was definitely clean.

Although, she didn’t feel her need to go anymore, which was odd. She knew she really had to poop and pee, but couldn’t feel either anymore. She covertly felt her pull-up with her tail on the front and back, confirming what she thought. Clean and dry, not a lump or a sag in sight for the little fox.

“And Ash learned that day that no matter how small the task or how small her paws, she could always help when her mother calls. The end!” Auntie smiled and closed the picture book, to which, Sly and his friends included, applauded gently.

“I’m glad you liked the story, kids. Now, before you go back to playing, does anyone need to go potty?”

Carmelita decided she would prove just how much of a baby Sly Cooper really was, and she stood up fast and pointed at the raccoon, her own tail hiked.

“Auntie, Sly had an accident! He pooped!”

To that, a few giggles escaped from the kids, but Auntie quickly shushed them.

“Oh, I do smell that, Sly, come here.” Auntie goaded, and he obeyed the kind cat. He stood next to her, his arms crossed as he pouted a bit for being outed to the whole class. Auntie’s tail swished as she pulled back Sly’s shorts and pull-up and looked in the back.

“She’s correct, sweetie. You did have an accident. Let’s go get you cleaned up in a moment, okay?” Auntie said, turning to Carmelita. “Thank you for telling me, Carmelita, but next time, maybe not in front of… Carmelita, are you…?”

Against her will, Carmelita’s tail was hiked as she crossed her legs and furrowed her eyebrows as she winced and whimpered. The feeling of needing to go had returned when she suddenly stood up, and she was going to have an accident any second.

“Haha! She’s having an accident!” Sly said, giggling, and causing others to focus off of his messy pull-up and onto the fox.

Carmelita whimpered and chuffed, as a loud ‘HISSS’ sounded through the ears of all to hear as she wet herself. Barely visible through her frilly, transparent skirt, the flora on her pull-up had begun to wilt and fade away from the wetness entering her pull-up.

Gasping, she finished, and she pulled her skirt up to look down at her swollen pull-up. Carmelita suppressed her tears, but quickly jolted back as her tail shot straight and stiff, and she let out a very inappropriate and loud fart, before her eyes widened and the back of her pull-up sagged extremely heavily, as she began fully voiding her bowels into her pull-up, right in front of the class, a majority of which was younger than her.

Soon, her disobedient tail fell back down, and she quickly blushed a brilliant hue of scarlet red in contrast to her caramel fur, and grabbed her tail and shyly used it to cover the front of her pull-up, despite the sagging, poopy backside being on full display, and even being visible from the front due to how much it sagged.

“Carmelita, baby, why didn’t you tell me you had to go?” Auntie said, caringly. Her gray fur glistened in cleanliness in contrast to the two in front of her, soiling themselves without a care. “You two come with me, please. Ms. Alex?” She called, and a tall and intimidating dobermann walked in, holding a kind and warm smile, as her short tail wagged.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Please take these kids to the potty and check their diapers. Guide them over to me if they need a diaper change like these two.” She gestured to the fox and raccoon, and Ms. Alex nodded.

“You got it, now come on, kids.” She said, addressing them all with her loud voice. “Let’s all head over to the potty, okay? Line up alphabetically so I can check your diapers.” She led the kids off and soon, it was just the three of them.

“Come on, you two, take my paw.” Auntie urged, and Sly latched on quick, with Carmelita taking a second to do so, clearly shy and embarrassed about her accident.

They walked past the chairs, the table, and the toilet room, where Sly caught a glimpse of Bentley getting his diaper checked. The line on the front was blue, now, from his pee. Next to him, Murray’s diaper was hidden under his shorts, and Sly could guess it was probably wet, too.

Getting guidance from Auntie, the larger feline led the smelly duo with equally as long and bushy tails to the corner of the building with the changing table all ready to go; everything for cleaning up after an accident neatly on the sides, save for the padding stuck in their packages still.

Auntie lifted up Sly, who giggled in his messy pull-up as he was laid down. Unlike him, Carmelita was more shy, and as she was hoisted up, her brown fox tail darted between her legs in a failed attempt to cover her mess, and embarrassment, in her pull-up.

Auntie spoke to the two. “According to your charts, you’re both due for some diapers. I think it’s best, since clearly both of you don’t even want to be trained.”

“B-but…” Carmelita spoke up. “I do wanna! I’m a big girl!”

“Tsk! Then what’s this here in your pull-up, little cub?” She took Carmelita’s legs up and poked at her mess in her pull-up, causing her tail to twitch and her face to blush. “I think I know what’s best for you now.”

Starting with the clearly more embarrassed fox, Auntie hummed a working tune as she routinely and efficiently changed her diaper, making sure to clean all of the sides and dispose of her used pull-up, taking a moment to caress the young fox’s ears reassuringly.

She turned around to a small package, and used a claw to swiftly slice it open, revealing feline-patterned diapers with a white obvious wetness indicator in the form of a giant paw print highlighted in pink. Grabbing two, she stepped back, and saw Carmelita absently sucking her thumb due to her shyness, and Sly rolling his eyes from yet another girly diaper he’d have to don. Whatever the mission called for!

Quickly and efficiently sliding it under. Auntie made quick work of the re-diapering of the sly raccoon and cunning fox. In no time, their tails were wagging as their bottoms felt much cleaner and crinklier, although Sly felt a bit sad about his pink and girly diaper, while Carmelita had no comment on hers, partially out of embarrassment she wasn’t getting as far into potty training as she had hoped and assumed.

“Good to go!” Auntie smiled, letting the two off the table and leading them back into the playroom. Sly could notice all the children back in the room, clearly done getting a change or going continuing their training in the toilet instead.

With storytime over, Sly had free reign once more. It would be another few hours before an event reassembled the children, so with a mischievous grin, he met up with Bentley and Murray, the former watching the latter carefully stack blocks to form a tower.

“Hey, Sly!” Bentley greeted, prompting Murray to do the same.

“Hi, guys!” Sly responded. “Did you break our record?” He asked, referring to the tower in front of them.

“No, not yet.” Murray said. “Its only 10 and not 11 blocks.”

Sly flicked his tail about. “It’s okay guys! I’ve got something much more fun and interesting than stacking some blocks around!” He urged, and the two listened carefully. In the background, a certain fox was overhearing their mischievous plotting with a keen ear or two. She inched closer as she was enticed by the plan.

“How will it work?” Bentley asked, scratching his head at the pitch. “I don’t think Auntie would like us stealing the cookies before dinner.”

“That’s why we don’t get caught!” Sly proudly proclaimed, pushing those thoughts to rest. “It’s real easy! I’ll be the main stealer, I need practice anyways! You two just need to carry me on your shoulders and then we’ll get those cookies for sure!” He said, convincing the others along with his troublesome plot. Carmelita approached the three with an apprehensive and slightly hostile scorn on her face.

“Hey, I heard your plan.” The fox stated, her tail curled around her waist to hide her diaper underneath. She didn’t want to display it if she didn’t have to. “That’s against the rules, and you’ll get in big trouble, Sly!”

“But I won’t get caught. I’m really good at stealing!” He insists.

Frustrated, Carmelita replies, “What if I go tell Auntie on you right now? Then you will definitely be in some trouble, you baby!”

Bentley chimed in. “Well, we were planning to share with our other friends, so if you tell I guess you won’t get any of the cookies we steal…”

“Oh no! That’s too bad.” Murray supported, and the trio were soon all wallowing sarcastically about the consequences of a snitching fox, to who in question was thinking it over. She did enjoy chocolate, and cookies, and chocolate chip cookies, and this would certainly benefit her, too.

“Fine, I won’t tell on you.” She relented. “But I get two, got it?”

“Okay, but then you have to help, Carmelita.” Sly said. “You have to keep watch and warn us of anyone coming, like Auntie.”

Agreeing to the plan, the trio, now sporting four members in a quadruplet, trekked off of the play area into the kitchen. On an oaken platform counter, there it was: The treasure, the great gem, only this time it was edible. A large brown jar with the word cookie written in large black letters, likely from a marker or pen, was sitting untouched on a platform five times the height of Sly, and taller than the group’s height combined.

“How do we get that, Sly?” Carmelita complained. “I don’t think that will work if we stand on each other!”

Sly dismissed it. “Then we just find something else to do it with!”

Murray chimed in to help. “Auntie has a big stool in her laundry room.”

Bentley perked up at that. “Yes, you’re right! Good thinking! That’ll reach it for sure, even if our height isn’t enough.” The turtle adjusted his shell, then diaper, as he smiled to himself at his teammates’ good thinking, and his own thinking, too. “Murray can grab it, he’s stronger than us. Me and Sly can adjust our climbing, and Carmelita can go hide somewhere she can see us.”

“Hey, I wanna sit on top of you guys too!” She whined a bit, feeling left out… though she didn’t like them, she had to admit it felt humiliatingly odd to be left out by a bunch of kids years younger than her. Especially that they weren’t really kids, rather, toddlers. But she couldn’t help but feel as though exclusion was worse, but she gave in and understood what needed to be done for the mission’s success, and, positioned cleverly under the couch, began to start tucking her tail close to her in the darkness and focused her foxy eyes towards the scene unfolding.

That’s when her tail was noticed before she could tuck it fully under the couch, by none other than the feline in charge, Auntie. The gray patterned cat gently tugged on her tail, and, in shock, a sound was heard. Echoing nearby, it picked up a few listeners including Sly himself. As if Auntie was offended and insulted herself, a hissing sound started low, then got higher and higher as it was evident in the environment the children were in, that one unfortunate child couldn’t make it to the potty in time quite yet. In this case, it was the startled fox, Carmelita, and under the couch, the car-patterned diaper began to swell and sag quite heavily from the weight of her accident. The wetness indicator faded to a blue, as it was quite obvious that she had went pee all over her diaper, thankfully absorbing it all.

“Oop! Couldn’t make it in time?” Auntie cooed, pulling Carmelita out from under and scooping her up in her arms. She swaddled her and used a hand to check her diaper in front of Sly’s gang and a few others. “I knew it was the right choice to take a step away from potty training, little fox. What do you say we get you cleaned up and feeling all better?”

Carmelita couldn’t struggle, so let out a weak nod as she was quickly whisked off to the changing table meant for babies and toddlers, not a kid like her. She was so much older than Sly and the others and already had an accident before them? Carmelita tried her best to stifle most of her embarrassing tears.

Auntie sighed as she untaped her diaper, fetching a new one quick and wiping her down before sliding the new one underneath and quickly taping her back up after applying a generous amount of baby powder that made her bottom seem much puffier than before.

“Wasn’t that quick, now? You can go back to your games now.” She urged, setting the fox down who quickly bolted off. There’s no way she was missing out on those cookies.

She came just in time, the fox watching as a small stool was shifted to position thanks to the strong effort of Murray. At the bottom leg was Sly, with Bentley holding on to keep him secured in place, so as to not topple over.

“Okay, Sly!” Bentley briefed, “Just climb up and grab the cookie jar! We’ll make our escape outside and eat them fast, then put it back.”

“What if we hide them instead?” Bentley asked, scratching his head. “Then we don’t gotta eat them all at once.”

“Great idea!” Bentley praised, turning back to the raccoon about to scale the steps. “Let’s do that, but first, get the jar!”

Sly nodded to his two friends, noticing the outcast fox returning to her post to keep watch on the trio’s most riveting heist ever. Turning his attention to the task at hand, he took two steps up the three step ladder and looked up. The sleek oak wood of the shelf top had a thin layer of dust on it, clearly showing that the only real use of the top part was the cookie jar.

Sly reached his arm out, but wasn’t able to get it. And although he was close, he was a good amount away where he couldn’t stretch or leap for it. That was dangerous, too. He didn’t think his diaper could stop a fall like that.

“Bentley! I can’t reach!” Sly complained to his ground-leveled friend, who signed and thought quickly of a new strategy.

“Okay, I’ll send Murray up to hold you! Climb on his shoulders and he can boost you to the cookie jar! I’ll hold the ladder so you don’t fall!” He replied, as Murray began to scale the steps, meeting Sly at the top, although it wasn’t very far off of the ground for a grown-up.

“Okay, hold on to my legs!” Sly said, climbing on top of Murray’s back, his soft diaper crinkling loudly as he shifted his position until he was safely and securely on top of his shoulders, the boosted height being more than enough to close the gap.

“Sly, I can’t see!” Murray huffed. “Move your tail!”

Sly blushed a bit, not noticing his large striped tail clouding the view of his friend, so he grabbed it close and quickly tucked it behind him.

“S-sorry, Murray! Lean forward a bit more before you go up!”

And he did. Taking the last step, he leaned forward a bit and Sly had his eyes and hands on the jar at last! He pulled it gently… slowly… off of the counter.

But before he could, his tail twitched and he let out a gasp, noticing a pressure rising unusually fast! Sly couldn’t stop himself from his accident, as while still perched on Murray, he let out an audible sound clear to his friends what he was doing. A lump poked out and began to swell the back of his diaper and smell very potently foul. From his accident, he lost control of both the jar and his balance, beginning to wobble.

“Ew! Sly, did you go poop?” Murray asked, but was cut short. The ladder ripped over from the shaking weights on top and fell down, the two occupants falling with it. Murray fell straight to the ground, breaking his fall somewhat with his diaper and was mostly unshaken thanks to his large build. But Sly wasn’t so lucky.

He landed right on his messy accident, the mess squishing and spreading in his diaper grossly. The saving grace was that it did break his fall completely.

“No, that was loud! Quick, run before-“

“What were you doing here?” An authoritative voice softly, yet strictly demanded. Auntie watches as the trio scrambled to get up and face her.

“That was a lot of trouble you got in; you could’ve been very hurt!” She said, concern riddling her face. “And if you really wanted a cookie that badly, I might’ve given you one to split. Not after this, of course.”

Sniffing the air, her attention was brought to the embarrassed raccoon.

“And you, sir, I can smell what you did. Good thing you’re in a diaper, though.” She scooped him up and gently caressed him, ruffling his head.

“Let’s get you changed first, then we can talk about how stealing isn’t such a great idea, okay, hun?”