With the start of a new day, Marshal wakes up and gives his body a good stretch before hopping out of bed and taking off his light blue nightcap, feeling very refreshed from a good nine hours of sleep. To start off his morning routine, the off-white squirrel fluffs his pillows and tidies up his bed, making sure that not a single wrinkle or crease is present; it was a rather simple task, but Marshal felt very accomplished nonetheless, as he took great pride in keeping his house tidy and organized.
After leaving his room, Marshal walks into his kitchen and makes himself his go-to cup of coffee, a Kilimanjaro brew with a little bit of milk and a spoonful of sugar. As the coffee finishes brewing and a pleasant aroma fills the house, a satisfied smile forms on the squirrel’s face, though it was for reasons that went beyond the prospect of enjoying a good cup of coffee; for Marshal, being a coffee drinker was a status symbol, as he believed coffee was the ideal drink for tasteful and mature adults like himself.
Once he downs his cup of coffee, Marshal goes back to his room and opens up his closet, replacing his pajamas with a black undershirt, a denim jacket, and black pants. After dressing himself up, he looks at himself in the mirror with an approving smile, as he has always been a fan of his own fashion sense.
With all of that done with, Marshal concludes his routine with a morning walk outside, taking great comfort in the idea of walking by himself without anyone else bothering him. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t remain unbothered for long when a soccer ball suddenly bonks him in the back of the head.
“Gah! What just hit me?” Marshal groans and rubs the back of said, spotting the soccer at his feet once he turns around.
A few moments later, he spots Kid Cat wearing his signature red helmet with the number one adorned on its singular white stripe going down the middle along with his red number one shirt and spandex outfit.
“Sorry about that, Marshal!” Kid Cat says with a playful and innocent smile as he retrieves the soccer ball. “Guess I underestimated how far I could kick this!”
“Well maybe you should have realized that BEFORE you hit me in the head with your soccer ball!” Marshal says with an annoyed glare. “And why do I always see you with that superhero outfit? Don’t you realize how realize how stupid and childish it looks?”
“G-geez, Marshal, w-why did you say that?” Kid Cat’s lip starts to quiver and tears well up in his eyes. “Y-you’re such a jerk!” the cat runs away crying, deeply insulted by this remark.
“That kid needs to grow up and cut it out with the superhero crap.” Marshal says with a groan.
Marshal finishes his walk several minutes later, spotting a pink letter in his mailbox once he returns to his house.
“Hm, a letter?” Marshal grabs the letter and curiously examines it, as it wasn’t all too common for other villagers to send him letters; the squirrel then opens the letter and reads it.
“Marshal, I’d like to invite you to my house for some good company. I’d love it if you could join me! -Peanut”
Marshal continues to stare at the letter with a confused look, wondering why Peanut would invite him to her house when they hardly knew each other.
“If she went out of her way to send me a letter, then this better not be a waste of my time.” Marshal says to himself with a shrug, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to at least find out why she wanted him as company.
The off-white squirrel then puts the letter back into his mailbox and walks over to Peanut’s house, lightly knocking on the door as he awaits entry.
“Come on in! I’m in my room!” Peanut says cheerfully.
Marshal slowly opens the door and looks around the living room while he steps inside; the walls are painted bright red and a bright pink, heart-shaped rug sits on the white floors along with a white desk containing heart-patterned drawers and a bright pink desk lamp.
“All of this bright red and bright pink compiled into one living room. What an eyesore to look at…” Marshal mutters under his breath. “Hopefully her bedroom fares a little better.”
However, the moment Marshal steps into Peanut’s room, he’s left in a state of utter shock and speechlessness. In one corner of her bedroom was a pink highchair and a box full of baby paraphernalia and in the other corner was a large pack of diapers along with some baby wipes and baby powder. As if that wasn’t strange enough, Peanut herself was wearing a thick and heart-patterned diaper alongside a black shirt with red stripes.
“What is the meaning of this? Why is your bedroom a makeshift nursery and why are you wearing a diaper?” Marshal asks with an expression of anger and derision. “Don’t tell me you invited me here just because you want me to indulge whatever this sick and twisted fantasy of yours is.”
In spite of his nasty remarks, a chipper and cheerful smile remains on Peanut’s face.
“Marshal, I assure you this isn’t sick nor twisted.” the fuchsia colored squirrel replies with a giggle. “This is simply something I do to unwind and find my happy place, and I think you could use something like that as well.”
“What makes you say that?” Are you insisting I need pity from some diaper-wearing airhead like you?” Marshal replies with an angry glare.
“Marshal, every morning I see you walking by yourself, all alone like you’re a stranger to this town.” Peanut calmly responds. “Not only that, but when you do decide to interact with the other villagers, you push them away just like you did with Kid Cat when you sent him crying. In fact, it was that exact incident that compelled me to invite you here.”
Peanut then walks over to the pack of diapers and takes one out, offering it to Marshall with a wide and welcoming smile.
“So, care to join me?” she asks with a shake of her tail.
Marshal shakes his head no and turns around, preparing to leave the house.
“You think you have me read like a book, but you’ve got it all wrong.” Marshal says. “I am well aware that I’m not exactly the most popular villager in town, but I don’t need the approval of such childish and immature villagers. Did it ever occur to you that I’m happy with keeping to myself?”
He then starts walking out of her room, but Peanut grabs him by his swirly tail the moment he takes a step.
“You say that you’re happy and yet you’re so filled with anger. I think you need this far more than you even realize.” Peanut says to him. “All I ask is that you give this a try. If you don’t like it, then you don’t have to bother talking to me ever again.”
Marshal tries his best to fidget out of Peanut’s grasp, but she has too strong of a hold on his tail. Eventually, he concedes and decides to give this a chance.
“Fine…I’ll give it a shot.” he says with a groan. “Be grateful that I’m even giving this ludicrous idea yours the light of day.
“Yay! Just lay down and I’ll get you all diapered up!” Peanut says with a wide smile and a playful wiggle of her crinkly tush, her cheerful and peppy demeanor quickly returning.
Once Marshal lays on his back, Peanut takes off his jeans and slides the diaper under his legs before snugly and securely taping it around his waist. The off-white squirrel slowly stands up and looks down at the crinkly garment between his legs, not too impressed with the pink heart patterns on his diaper.
“You could have at least given me something more subtle, you know.” Marshal says with a frown. “I look so stupid in this…
“Stupid? Not at all, Marshal! You look absolutely adorable!” Peanut gets on her fours and playfully bumps her diapered bottom onto Marshal’s, causing the sounds of loud crinkling to echo throughout the bedroom.
“If you insist…” Marshal says with a shrug. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make myself another cup of coffee so I can make all of this somewhat tolerable.”
Marshal tries walking out of Peanut’s bedroom, but the thick diaper between his legs forces him into a slow and baby-like waddle. Before he can take a few steps, Peanut giggles and grabs him by the tail again.
“Silly Marshal! Babies don’t drink coffee!” Peanut says with another giggle. “How about I make you something to eat?”
“Well, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet, so that actually doesn’t sound too bad.” Marshal replies.
“Awesome!” Peanut then yoinks Marshal by the tail and lifts him up, plopping him into the pink highchair and eliciting another loud crinkle from his diapered bottom. “You don’t have to move a muscle! I’ll be back in a jiffy!” the fuchsia-colored squirrel toddles out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, her diaper rustling and crinkling with each step.
Marshal crosses his arms and a pouty expression forms on his face, having second thoughts about accepting Peanut’s offer while he remains in the highchair. However, at the very least, he couldn’t really complain about having someone make breakfast for him. A few moments later, Peanut returns with a pink bib in one hand and a jar of yellow mush in the other along with a pink plastic spoon.
“Are you serious? I’m eating baby food for breakfast?” Marshal’s expression becomes even more pouty and childlike.
“Awww, don’t be so pouty! I promise it’ll be yummy!” Peanut smiles and ties the pink bib around his neck.
“Come on! I don’t need a bib either!” Marshal says angrily.
“Better to be safe than sorry as they say! I wouldn’t want your nice denim jacket to get dirty.” Peanut then opens up the jar of baby food and scoops out a spoonful. “Here comes the choo choo train, Marshal!” she makes silly noises and motions the spoon towards his mouth.
Marshal groans and rolls his eyes in response, but he opens his mouth since he has no other choice. Peanut then moves the spoon into Marshal’s mouth and he accepts the spoonful, quite surprised to realize that the baby food actually tasted pretty good; the sweetness of the strawberry and banana flavors were quite enjoyable, and at the same time the sweetness wasn’t too sugary or overwhelming.
“So, how does it taste?” Peanut asks him.
“Well…it’s not too bad, I guess.” Marshal replies with indifference.
“Great!” Peanut smiles and continues feeding him.
With each spoonful of baby food, Marshal begins to realize there’s a very small part of him getting enjoyment out of this; he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why, but perhaps it was because of Peanut’s seemingly unconditional kindness in spite of his insulting remarks towards her. However, that speck of enjoyment wasn’t enough for him to tolerate this infantile environment for much longer, as Marshal planned on leaving the moment he was taken out of the highchair.
“Hehehe, good thing you have that bib on you, cause you’re a messy little baby!” Peanut says with a giggle.
“What are you talking about? I’m not-“ Marshal looks down at his bib and notices there’s baby food all over it while also feeling a certain stickiness on his face and cheeks. “Oh…” an intense blush forms on his face; having a messy face wasn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but it was extremely embarrassing for someone like Marshal who perceived themselves as a refined and mature adult.
“Awww, you look so cute when you’re all blushy!” Peanut smiles and playfully pinches his cheek before wiping off his face and taking off the bib on his neck.
“Shut up…” Marshal groans and squirms while Peanut finishes cleaning his face.
“Can I get out of this highchair now?”
Before Peanut can respond, a sudden beeping sound is heard from the kitchen.
“Oh! That must mean the bottles are ready! I’ll be right back!” Peanut gives her padded tush a playful shake before walking back to the kitchen.
“What? Are you even listening to me?” Marshal replies with an annoyed sigh, realizing she wasn’t paying attention to his words.
A few moments later, Peanut returns with two warm bottles of milk and walks back to the highchair.
“Ok! Up you go, Marshal!” the peppy squirrel puts one of the bottles down and lifts Marshal out of the high chair before sitting him on her knees.
“Put me down! I don’t want to- mmph!”
Before he can protest any further, Peanut puts the baby bottle into Marshal’s mouth and starts gently rocking him. As much as Marshal wanted to resist, he was incapable of doing so, as Peanut’s rhythmic rocking along with the warm and creamy milk enveloping his taste buds seemed to put him in a relaxed state.
“Why do I feel…relaxed?” Marshal says to himself while he continues drinking from the baby bottle before it eventually empties.
“My my, what a hungry little squirrel you are!” Peanut giggles and takes the bottle out of his mouth. “Now was that really so bad, Marshal?”
“I…guess it could have been worse.” Marshal reluctantly concedes, but before he can say anything else, he feels some gas start to come back up. “Oh…it feels like I’m gonna-
Peanut quickly takes notice of this and puts Marshal over her shoulder; after giving him a firm pat on the back, Marshal lets out a rather loud and long burp.
“Hehehe, excuse you, Marshal!” she giggles and puts him back down.
“Uh…thanks.” Marshal says. “Now, while I’ll be one to admit that I got a small bit of enjoyment out of all this, I’m gonna leave now.”
“Well, if you’re starting to enjoy this, then I see no point in stopping!” Peanut cheerfully replies while she toddles to the box on the floor and grabs a pink pacifier.
“I don’t know…I still think this interest of yours is pretty-mmph!”
Before he can finish speaking, Peanut shoves the pink pacifier into his mouth. A look of confusion appears on his face while he suckles on the pacifier, but it’s quickly replaced with a relaxed expression and a relieved smile.
“Why…does this feel so relaxing? Why am I actually enjoying this?” Marshal says to himself; he wanted to resist getting invested into this infantile interest of Peanut’s, but at the same time he knew it’d be better for him not to fight against it.
“Awww, looks like you’re enjoying that pacifier!” Peanut says cheerfully.
“Yea…I am.” Marshal replies, finally showing a slight break from his rude and rough exterior.
Marshal then gets on his fours and starts crawling around the bedroom, figuring he’d be better off crawling than trying to walk around in his diaper. The off-white squirrel can’t help but let out a giggle as he continues suckling on his pacifier and his diaper crinkles in response to his movements, feeling a certain happiness he never thought he’d experience during all of this.
Peanut looks at Marshal with a joyful smile while he crawls around the room, quite satisfied to see him getting some enjoyment out of this. With Marshal all settled and relaxed, Peanut decides to finally make use of her baby bottle and do some relaxing of her own. The fuchsia-colored squirrel plops onto her diapered butt and lays down on her back, lightly kicking her feet while she greedily guzzles the milk from her bottle. A satisfied smile forms on her face as the warm and creamy milk envelops her taste buds, but she fidgets upon feeling a sudden twinge in her bladder; this didn’t bother her in the slightest, as she was certainly no stranger to using her diapers.
PSSSSSSSSSH!!!
Peanut happily wets herself while she empties the rest of her bottle, causing her diaper to swell up and stain a noticeable tint of yellow. Her smile widens once her bladder empties and she sits back up, giving her soggy and squishy diaper a gentle pat. Marshal is also one to take notice of this, though he’s far more confused about it than Peanut.
“Peanut…did you seriously just-“
Peanut abruptly interrupts Marshal with a loud burp in his face, likely from drinking her bottle a little too quickly.
“Hehehe, excuse me!” she says with a playful giggle.
Marshal wanted to lash out at Peanut for what he saw as disgusting and infantile behavior, and yet all he could do was smile and giggle in return. He still couldn’t fully understand why he was enjoying himself, but it was like Peanut’s playfulness was rubbing off on him.
“Yea, excuse you.” Marshal smirks and boops Peanut on the nose.
The soggy squirrel flops on her back and bursts into a fit of giggles, not expecting Marshal to do such a thing. The sounds of playful giggling quickly fill the room as Marshal also joins in on the laughter, like they were two baby squirrels in a playpen.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Peanut stands up and starts walking back to the box of baby paraphernalia, her soggy pampers sloshing and swaying with each step; she then grabs a pink baby bonnet from the box and ties it around Marshal’s head. “Awwww, you look so adorable!” she squeals and gives Marshal a playful boop on the nose.
In situations such as this one, Marshal had every right to feel embarrassed and humiliated, and yet it was rather difficult for him to feel this way. In spite of his extremely infantile appearance, he couldn’t deny that he liked the attention and affection Peanut was giving him, showcasing a softer and more approachable side to the typically closed off and irritable squirrel.
“Well, what should we do now?” Peanut asks while she grabs a pacifier of her own and puts it in her mouth.
Marshal crawls to the box in search of something to do, eventually stumbling upon a bucket filled with alphabet blocks and dumping its contents onto the floor.
“Ooooh! Gweat idea!” Peanut nods and claps her hands in approval, her pacifier forcing her to speak in a very baby-like lisp.
The two squirrels then grab handfuls of blocks and start building a tower out of them, arranging each block in alphabetical order while the tower grows taller and taller. Only the sounds of suckling pacifiers and crinkling diapers can be heard while they continue building, for there was nothing that needed to be said during this period of playtime. Although it was a simple and rather childish activity, all that mattered to Marshal was being in the company of someone like Peanut, someone who was so kind and accepting in spite of his own flaws.
“And…done!” Peanut takes her pacifier out and happily claps her hands once she places the final block, feeling quite satisfied with what they had built.
Marshal cracks a smile and takes out his pacifier as well, but that smile quickly disappears when his tummy lets out a loud gurgle and a sudden pressure develops in his bowels; it seems all of that milk and baby food had gone through his system rather quickly, and now it was making its way out.
“Uh oh! Looks like the baby boy is about to make a boom boom!” Peanut says with a giggle.
“Shut up!” Marshal glares at Peanut and his rude demeanor makes a brief return. “Whether I’ve been enjoying this or not doesn’t matter, cause there’s no way I’m gonna actually use this diaper.”
“Come on, it’s not bad at all! It’s….mmmph….really….mmmph….easy!” Peanut’s face tenses up and she starts to grunt, bending into a squat as a pressure builds in her bowels.
PBLOOOOORMPH!!!
Her tail hikes up and a stinky mess pushes its way into her already used diaper, causing a fairly large lump to protrude from the back. Her tail eventually relaxes and a relieved smile forms on her face.
“See? Easy peasy!” Peanut giggles and gently pats the lump in the back of her diaper.
“Uh…ok then” Marshal replies, waving a hand at the foul odor.
The off-white squirrel looks down at his diaper and stares at it for several seconds, still extremely reluctant towards the idea of going in his diapers. However, as more time passes and the pressure in his bowels intensifies, he realizes he doesn’t have much of a choice.
“Well, I guess this is my final way of repaying Peanut for being so nice to me.” he says to himself.
Marshal clenches his fists and bends down into a squat, his face tensing up as he prepares to do the deed.
“Mmmph!”
PBLOOOORP!
With just a single grunt, Marshal’s tail hikes up and a rather large mass pushes its way into his diaper, causing it to expand as a noticeable bulge forms in the back. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this, but to his surprise, it actually felt quite relaxing; the weight and the warmth of his mess felt comforting, the sensation of his diaper expanding was quite enjoyable, and the wave of relief that coursed through his body after emptying his bowels made everything all the more relaxing.
“Oh…this…actually feels kind of nice.” Marshal says as he cracks a dopey smile.
“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad!” Peanut gives the back of Marshal’s diaper a gentle pat she before laying him on his back and quickly disposing of the dirty diaper. “Peeyew! Baby made a big boom boom!”
Once again, Marshal had every right to be embarrassed at such a remark, and yet he didn’t really feel that way, as this whole experience proved to be very enjoyable in spite of his initial expectations. After he’s cleaned up with lots of wipes and powder, Peanut puts his pants back on and takes the baby bonnet off of his head.
“Well, I think it’s about time I let you go!” Peanut says as she looks down at her messy diaper. “Plus I should probably clean myself up as well.” she says with a giggle.
“Thank you for this, Peanut.” Marshal says to her. “In spite of my uncertainties, you’ve made me feel happier than I’ve felt in a long time.”
“I’m glad I could help!” Peanut says with a wide smile, but then a question comes to
her mind. “Though if I may ask, why have you kept to yourself for so long when you clearly appreciate other’s company?”
“That…was a hole I dug myself into.” he replies with a sigh. “For the longest time I’ve told myself that I never cared about the other villagers disliking me, but it wasn’t until recently that I realized how hurtful it was to be so disliked.”
“So then why didn’t you try to make amends with those villagers? Wouldn’t that make things better?” Peanut asks him.
“Because I was scared, Peanut. I was scared that they wouldn’t forgive me and that my attempts to make amends would be too little too late.” Marshal replies with another dejected sigh. “So rather than apologizing, I doubled down and kept telling myself that I couldn’t become friends with them because they were too stupid and immature for me. Heck, one of the reasons why I kept to myself and developed routines for myself was to show the others that I was better than them and that I only needed myself to live a fulfilling life. It was all one big self-fulfilling prophecy.”
Marshal then looks up at Peanut and his dejected frown is replaced with a smile.
“But it was you and your kindness that made me realize how wrong I was. In spite of my issues, you went out of your way to give me all of this affection and attention even when I flat out insulted you. I deeply apologize for calling you an airhead, cause you’ve shown me just how thoughtful and perceptive you are.”
“Aww, don’t worry about it!” Peanut joyfully replies. “I know this interest of mine is kind of strange, but it’s made me feel happier, so I thought it would do the same for you.
“Well, I guess you were right.” Marshal says with a chuckle. “Perhaps we should do this again sometime.”
“I’d love that!” Peanut says cheerfully. “Seeya later, Marshal!”
Marshal leaves Peanut’s house feeling far more content than he felt prior to all of this, now having a greater desire to make amends upon realizing that people weren’t as unforgiving as he assumed. Once he returns to his house, a certain idea then pops into his mind.
“Perhaps it’s time to start a new routine.” Marshal says to himself. “I’m going to spend time with a different villager every day and get on better terms with them.”
An approving smile forms on his face, quite fond of this new idea he came up with. Marshal then walks to the window and looks outside to see the other animal villagers playing and chatting with each other, excited at the idea of befriending them and leaving his smug and unapproachable personality behind.
End
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