It was the start of another day on the getaway island, the bright sun, the singing birds, and the light breeze welcoming the new day for the animal villagers; some villagers were sharing the latest of gossip with each other, some were playfully roaming around the island, and others were simply relaxing and appreciating the beautiful day, be it in the outdoors or in the comfort of their own home.
Sunlight shines through Rosie’s window and the rays shine on her face, causing her to wake up from her bed with a long yawn as she stretches and takes off her nightcap, placing it on the desk adjacent to her bed. After changing out of her pajamas into her pink and diamond-patterned skirt, the blue and rosy-cheeked cat pulls out a chair and sits at her desk in contemplation, for something has been on her mind for quite some time.
The truth is, Rosie had wanted to be a little kitty again, or at the very least be treated like one; not even she knew where this desire came from, perhaps from a newfound homesickness due to all the time she’s spent on the getaway island, but that was solely a guess. She had expressed this interest in some not so subtle ways, such as purchasing a pacifier and a pack of diapers from the Able Sisters along with some toys, though to ease any kind of potential suspicion, she clarified that she was making these purchases for a friend.
However, there were also slightly more subtle ways Rosie expressed this kind of interest, and it was in the form of her peppy and playful personality; the other villagers simply passed it off as a cheerful temperament, but the truth is that Rosie expressed herself like this as a way of tapping into her inner child, a way of tapping into those times of innocence.
As Rosie continues to sit at her desk, thoughts swarmed in her head about whether she should finally be more open about this desire to be little again.
“Maybe I could talk to Mitzi about it at breakfast, she’s someone I’ve always been able to talk to.” Rosie thought to herself before many worrisome thoughts crept into her mind.
“But what if she thinks I’m weird for having these interests? What if she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? Gosh, how am I supposed to tell her that I want to wear diapers and be bottle-fed and be treated like a kitty without sounding like a total freak? What if others find out about it?”
She groans and lays her head on her desk in frustration.
“But at the same time, I know that’s exactly what I want and that I’ll never get it if I keep quiet.”
She gets up from her desk and calms her thoughts with some deep breaths.
“Perhaps it’s about time I tell her.”
Feeling more relaxed, Rosie makes her way outside, smiling and enjoying the warm weather as she walks over to Mitzi’s house. She then arrives and knocks on her door; light footsteps are heard before Mitzi opens the door, the blue muzzled and white-furred cat greeting Rosie with a warm smile.
“Hello, Rosie! Come on in! I’ve got breakfast all set up for us.”
“Great! Cause I sure am hungry!” Rosie chuckles and sits at the table with Mitzi, being presented a plate with some scones and an assortment of fruit along with a cup of coffee.
The two cats start eating their breakfast, and the only sounds of the munching of scones and the sipping of coffee can be heard as the two eat in relative science.
“Hmmm, do I tell her about this now?” Rosie says as a pensive expression starts to form on her face.
“Hmm, is something the matter, Rosie? You seem less peppy than usual” Mitzi says in between a sip of coffee.
“Guess that answers that question” Rosie says to herself.
“Well... there is something I need to tell you,” she says anxiously.
“Well go ahead! I’m all ears!” Mitzi says with a smile.
“Let me ask you something, do you ever wish that you could go back to your childhood?” Rosie asks
“Hmm, well, sometimes I reminisce about my childhood, but I don’t feel like I need to be back in that time either” Mitzi responds.
“Yea, well I...uh...” Rosie stammers and clears her throat. “I really want to go back to those times. “I-I want to be treated like a little kitty i-in every aspect, the bottles, the cute clothes, and the d-diapers... all of it”
Rosie’s cheeks become a deep shade of red and Mitzi stands in silence for a moment, processing this new information.
“Oh who am I kidding? I feel so stupid for bringing this up. You probably think I’m a freak now” Rosie starts pacing backward toward the door, but she is interrupted by a sudden hug from Mitzi.
“Rosie, you’re not a freak at all. What would best friends be for if they parted ways over such harmless interests? I’ll support you regardless and I mean it.” Mitzi says, reassuringly patting her back.
“Oh, t-thank you so much.” Rosie says with a smile as the initial embarrassment fades. “That’s actually why I wanted to bring this up to you, I was wondering if you could help me out with this”
“How would I be able to help?” Mitzi asks.
“Well, um, you see...” Rosie starts to get nervous again. “This is going to sound like an absurd request, but, uh, I-I want you to be like a c-caregiver to me.” Rosie starts blushing again.
“Of course! Anything for my best friend!” Mitzi happily replies.
“W-what?” Rosie stammers again. “Are you just saying that to be nice? You didn’t seem hesitant at all. Do you know what my request entails?”
Mitzi simply nods in acceptance as she responds. “I do, and if this is what will make my best friend be at their happiest, then I won’t hesitate to accept. Besides, I’ve actually always wanted someone to care for, so I guess you could say this is the perfect opportunity for that, even if it isn’t in the way I had envisioned”
Rosie smiles and hugs Mitzi tight, this acceptance elevating her back to her usual peppy self. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how grateful I am, Mitzi!”
“It’s my pleasure, Rosie” Mitzi replies
“So uh, wanna head to my house then so we can u-uh, y’know” Rosie gets a little nervous again, as if she thinks Mitzi being her caregiver was too good to be true.
“Mmhm, sure!” Mitzi cheerfully responds before the two start walking over to Rosie’s house.
Throughout the walk back, Rosie was grinning from ear to ear, overjoyed at the opportunity to be a little kitty again, or at least the closest thing to it. Upon entering her house, Rosie opened up a closet drawer and took out the pack of diapers, finally having the chance to wear them after quite some time.
“Well, here they are.” Rosie opens the pack and takes one out; the white diapers are slightly on the thicker side, scattered with pink paw prints on the front and back while also having pink ruffles around the leg holes. She then lays on her back and giggles, too excited to feel any kind of embarrassment at the idea of her best friend diapering her.
“Oh, I see you’re in no rush to get things started!” Mitzi giggles as well and walks over to Rosie, grabbing the diaper and sliding it under her before securing the tapes around her waist.
Rosie stands up and shakes her tail, amazed at the soft and cushiony feeling of her padding, as if it was like a hug for her bottom. She then looks down at her diaper and gives it an experimental pat, causing it to give off a crinkle in response. Wanting to get a better feel for her new diapers, she starts crawling around the house, giggling and laughing as her diaper continues to crinkle with her movement.
“I’m guessing that means the diapers suit you well!” Mitzi can’t help but smile at the adorable sight in front of her.
“Hehehe, yea!” Rosie stands up on her hands on her hands and feet, cutely laughing and lifting up her diapered bottom.
“Awww, what a cutie-“ Mitzi gives Rosie’s diaper a gentle pat, causing Rosie to playfully wiggle it in response.
Feeling playful and energetic, Rosie starts to quickly crawl around the house, laughing and waggling her tail while doing so.
“What are you doing now, silly?” Mitzi starts walking to Rosie, but this only prompts her to quicken her pace. “Oh, I see” Mitzi responds and starts chasing her around the house; Rosie crawls onto the bed, but Mitzi quickly walks around it, grabbing her and picking her up.
“Hehehe, ya got me!” Rosie laughs and playfully waggles her tail some more.
Mitzi then walks over to a chair and sits on it, placing Rosie on her lap.
“I may be repeating myself, but thank you so much for doing this for me.” Rosie says with a smile.
“Aww, my pleasure! Anything for my best friend!” Mitzi replies.
Mitzi pats Rosie’s head, eliciting a happy purr from the diapered cat. Mitzi then pulls Rosie closer to her chest, causing Rosie to happily purr again as she nuzzles her cheek.
“So cute~“ Mitzi strokes Rosie’s back and tail, causing Rosie to feel quite relaxed.
The two cuddle for a while, but then Rosie squirms as she feels a pressure develop in her bladder and bowels.
“Hmm, is something wrong, Rosie?” Mitzi asks.
“Um...I gotta...y’know...go” Rosie says with a blush.
“Huh? Go wher-“ Mitzi soon gets the idea. “Ohhhh, ok” she takes Rosie off of her lap.
“Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to use my diapers in front of my best friend?” Rosie was a little hesitant to do this, but she knew deep down that she liked the idea of it.
Rosie starts to tense up. “Mmmph...mmmph” she starts grunting and pushing and yet nothing comes out; it would prove more difficult than anticipated for Rosie to abandon years worth of potty training.
“You’re a kitty, and little kitties use their diapers.” she says to herself.
Rosie continues to say this to herself while taking deep breaths, trying to get her system to relax itself. Many seconds pass, but then she looks down at her diaper, her bladder slightly relaxing itself as a few drops come out.
“Oh! It seems to be working!” Rosie takes another deep breath and tries relaxing her bladder more.
Ok, seems like I’m almo-“
The floodgates finally broke and Rosie’s bladder started emptying itself on its own; she felt her diaper become warm as it soaked up the torrent of her bladder, sighing in relaxation as the front of her diaper starts to stain yellow and some of its paw print patterns start to fade. Rosie’s bladder eventually empties and a dopey grin forms on her face, enjoying the warmth of her now soaked and saggy diaper. Rosie giggled as her soggy diaper sloshed and swayed, but she then felt her bowels ache again, remembering that she wasn’t fully empty just yet.
“Little kitties poop in their diapers” Rosie says to herself as she gets into a squat.
She starts straining and pushing, yet her years of potty training continue acting as a source of resistance.
“Little kitties aren’t potty trained. Little kitties need their diapers. Little kitties poop themselves.” she continues trying to convince her bowels to empty themselves.
Rosie continues pushing and her bowels start to relax a little.
Rosie feels her bowels shifting, and with another push, they finally give way.
Her tail hikes up and a large solid starts pushing its way into her diaper, crinkling and expanding as a noticeable bulge starts to form in the back. Rosie continues pushing, the bulge in her diaper growing larger as she continues filling it with her stinky mess.
“Hehehe, I’m such a stinky little kitty!” Rosie says to herself, enjoying the feeling of her soggy and stinky diaper sagging between her legs.
Rosie’s tail then relaxes and she sighs in relief, a rancid odor now emanating throughout the house; a part of her thinks she should feel disgusted for what she had just done, for wetting and messing herself like a baby, in front of her best friend too, for that matter. However, those thoughts were quickly cast aside; in actuality, Rosie felt liberated and relaxed, as if her abandonment of potty training was the defining symbol of her freedom from the constraining responsibilities of her adult life. Rosie then curiously pats at the large bulge in the back of her diaper, a loud smoosh coming from it as her mess spreads around her bottom.
“All done, Rosie?” Mitzi asks, standing up from the chair.
“Mmhm!” Rosie giggles and waggles her tail, her full diaper swinging between her legs.
“Then let’s get you out of that dirty diaper, stinky kitten!” she gives Rosie’s diaper another pat, eliciting another smoosh.
“Hehehe, okay!” Rosie moves to the bathroom, her packed diaper limiting her movement to a waddle.
Mitzi grabs a clean diaper and some wipes before walking into the bathroom as well.
“Ok, lay down, little kitty” Mitzi says.
Rosie lays down on her back, playfully kicking her feet.
“Good girl!” Mitzi gets on her knees and starts untaping Rosie’s diaper. “Peeyew, that’s a big stinky.” Mitzi playfully pinches her nose before tossing the dirty diaper in the trash; she then proceeds to wipe Rosie’s bottom thoroughly.
Another wave of relaxation came over Rosie as she was being changed, her stresses and worries fading away. Eventually, Mitzi puts the clean diaper under Rosie’s legs before snugly taping it around her waist; Rosie happily purrs and stands up, waddling to Mitzi and hugging her.
“Awww, such a cute little kitty, yes you are~” Mitzi hugs her back and pats her head.
Rosie purrs again before eventually breaking from the hug.
“So, what do you wanna do now, Rosie?”
Rosie responds by waddling out of the bathroom and opening up a drawer in her closet. She takes out a stuffed teddy bear, hugging it tightly as she plops onto her crinkly tush.
“Hehe, alrighty then! In the meantime, I’ll make something to eat at my house. I’ll be right back” Mitzi pats Rosie’s head before opening the door and exiting.
After a few minutes, Rosie then crawls back to the drawer and opens it, grabbing a pink pacifier. She holds it in her paw for a few moments before popping it in her mouth, curiously suckling it a few times; it feels strange for a little while, but she starts feeling more relaxed as the rhythm of suckling sounds soothes her.
“Mmmm...” Rosie gives a content sigh, hugging her teddy tighter as she sits back down.
It may have initially been embarrassing to open up to Mitzi about this side of her, but her current feelings of pure bliss made her wonder why she never embraced this part of her sooner. The rosy cheeked cat smiles and gives the front of her diaper a gentle pat, grateful that her best friend had provided her with such an opportunity.