It was a few hours since your visit with Pitu and you were ready to go for round 2 with the machine. So far, it was a good experience. You came back in one piece, molecules assembled as they should in the middle of synapsis, ensuring you would not be dead. The machine was a success. You take a moment to admire the feat. Imagine if the machine was produced en masse and sold for the masses. How many people would be able to meet cartoon characters! That could even revitalize old series or create a new form of media. You grab your bag, making sure you grab laxatives this time, although you feel you won't need them as much. Even though you liked watching them squirm trying to hold, making them cum was also a fun option. It fully depended on how you felt at the time and who it was. You step into the machine and close you eyes, ready for another skunk to 'play' with. From a scientific point of view, this was all a sucession of tests on the machine, but you would be lying if you said you were not also acting on self-interest. Science is not always neutral...
When you open your eyes, you seemed to be in a daycare? No. You see a sign that says T.O.T.S. You notice you are a bit taller so you look down and realize you are a stork. You are actually happy this was the case, that you have become an adult and not a baby. Scooter Skunk was a toddler so you knew getting specimens from him would be child's play. It feels a little dirty to do it, since he was small and cute and very young. But... it is for science. You chuckle at the pun as you check the schedule and notice it's about feeding time so you rush to the room where the babies are fed. You find Scooter and scoop him up. He looks up at you in confusion as he looks from you to a gas mask. You realize normally snorks who do anything with him have to wear that. "No, little fella. I don't need that.", you say. "Wou don't?" He asks, smiling. Scooter feels pretty happy to see the face of a stork without that mask. It made him feel pretty comfortable. You shake your head, grabbing his bottle. You think off adding a laxative but remember how fast food goes through him anyway so you decide not to. No need to speed up the process. Plus, without the laxative, stools would be more pure. What you don't realize is he is already holding a little. In fact, he hasn't went since breakfast. His belly was a bit full-looking, but only discreetly so. He had to go potty, but has been avoiding doing so because of distractions...
You feed Scooter 2 bottles. Since he is tiny, that amount was enough to give him a balloon belly. "You were hungry, weren't you?", you ask. You give him a little pat on the back to burp him. You could see the gas swirling around him. It doesn't bother you too much though. You grab your invention and get a sample of his odor. It came out a darker green then Pitu, making you wonder if Pitu was eating healthier than Scooter or if Scooter is naturally stronger in that department. Interesting. You didn't think it was going to be that different but now was the fun part. If you read the schedule, it was playtime next. "Pway ball with me?" Scooter asks, his tummy rumbling and groaning on occasion. He was supposed to go potty as soon as he felt the urge, but he kept finding things to do! "If you want.", you say.
Scooter jumps off your lap and dashes toward the playroom, leaving a trail of gas behind him. You follow him past the playroom and to a different room. "What's this?", you ask. "My pwayroom.", he replied. He walks over to a ball before you hear his stomach gurgling loudly. You were glad you 2 were alone. You knew it wouldn't be long now. He holds his butt and squirms in place, rubbing his legs together and trembling. All of his focus went to not soiling himself. When the danger seemed to be gone, he started playing. Every once in a while, he would stop again, to do the same ritual.
You and Scooter try to play ball but it seems to be getting harder and harder for Scooter to hold. After a few minutes, Scooter couldn't even run around to catch the ball. It reached a point where he could only walk funny. "Why didn't Scooter just go?", you wondered to yourself. Maybe he didn't want to go in front his new friend. Whatever the reason, you had to stop this. You sit the ball down and walk over to him. "Are you okay?" You ask. He nods, "More pway." You decide to wait till he almost couldn't hold it. You knew the signs. You saw some already: Scooter's tail between his legs, the potty dance, and the frozen stance, the trembling, the loud tummy, the occasional farts getting stinker by the second... You and Scooter continue playing until Scooter couldn't even catch the ball anymore because his paws were between his legs, tugging the tail further between them... You slowly pick the poor baby skunk up, careful not to let him mess yet. With one of your talons, you poke a small hole in the back of his diaper so you could catch the feces easier. He feels it and whimpers, but you assure him that it's okay.
You start to carefully move Scooter's tail. Scooter didn't fight back. He couldn't. He was at his limit. Almost as soon as you move his tail, a mudslide quickly fills the diaper and as you figured, some of it starts dripping from the hole. You catch some of it in a vial before going to the front of the diaper with was already soaking with the urine that was coming out fiercely during the pooping. Before you could block the hole, it starts to open wider, causing a small pile of poop to fall onto the floor. When you think he's done, he gives you a pouty face. "It's not good to hold it." You say calmly. "But I big boy." So he wanted to not use his diaper. "Don't try to grow up too fast. You could grow so much, you wouldn't want to play ball." He nods, confused about that. Perhaps being big was not always the right thing to do... You sit him down and start changing what was left of his diaper but he wasn't done. He starts peeing again just as your taking off the diaper. You quickly catch it in a vial. You put on a new diaper. "Promise you won't try holding that much again.", you say. What a funnny aesop. "I pwomise.", he assured. "Good. Now it's time for your nap." Scooter yawns as I carry him to bed. He was already asleep in your wings when you get him into bed. You quickly clean up the mess in the playroom and get ready to leave. You wished you could stay longer. Scooter was a cute kid and it was fun playing with him but you knew you had other places to go so after petting Scooter one last time, you push the button and go back to your world.
