A Long Day
Dayna woke from a fairly restless night’s sleep. The white cat yawned, rubbed her eyes, and rolled over from her side onto her back. This last part proved to be a mistake as her accident from the night before was smushed beneath her backside. She groaned as the cold mush spread out in her diaper seat. She had been forced to go through fairly extensive “regression treatment” as the officials called it, during the past month or so which included regular “diaper training” sessions that were as effective as they were humiliating. Needless to say, by this point the cat girl was not exactly continent. She was lucky if she could keep herself clean for five minutes after the need arose, and her bladder was pretty much hopeless. She could still feel it coming most of the time, enough that if she was sleeping she would wake up just in time to feel it push its way into her padded seat. Dayna let out a heavy sigh. Thirty years old and not toilet trained. Not that she’d ever get the chance to use a toilet, she thought bitterly. She wasn’t even sure if there was one in the place. There was a potty chair in her room, but she was never permitted to use it. She was starting to get the idea that it was there as an insult.
Doing her best to get back to sleep, as well as ignore the cold mush pressed against her bum, Dayna laid in her crib trying not to think about her predicament. She idly scanned the room with her eyes looking at nothing in particular. Eventually she wound up looking down at her body and her humiliating attire. She was dressed in a deep purple footed sleeper, the kind with a crotch flap that buttons in the front to allow for easy diaper checks. She hated the damn thing. Sure, it was soft, warm, and usually pretty comfortable, especially since her crib didn’t have any blankets, but it was often too warm and would get fairly sweaty on hotter nights. Plus, it was pretty embarrassing to wear, especially when the crotch flap popped open and her diaper sagged out the bottom. It was also paired with a set of matching mittens that, while not locked on, were pretty much impossible for the cat to remove and severely limited the use of her hands.
Deciding that sleep was not possible in her current state, Dayna got up into a kneeling position, wincing as her diaper shifted, and folded her arms over the top of her crib and rested her head on top of them. There was no clock or window in her room, so she hadn’t even the foggiest idea what time it was. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be too long until her caretaker came to get her up for the day. So, she waited, patiently sucking on the purple pacifier she was mandated to have almost all the time. She’d tried spitting it out a few times; after that last round of spankings she wasn’t likely to repeat that mistake. After a few minutes, Dayna noticed that her diaper was warmer and a little heavier than it had been a moment ago. The cat whined in frustration. Across from her crib, she could see her changing table and could just make out the stacks of diapers stored underneath it in the dim glow of her nightlight. She really wished she could find a way out of her crib to get over there. Not that she could undo the snaps on her sleeper, or even unfold a diaper with her mittens on.
How the hell had she let this happen? That was something Dayna asked herself almost every night. The answer was fairly simple, she had been an idiot. A greedy idiot at that. She had worked for an investment firm for years and was pretty good at it. But she didn’t have enough time and money to live the lifestyle she wanted; so she decided to find a different way, a way that involved a lot of fraud and ripping off her clients. Of course, it hadn’t taken very long for the authorities to catch wind of this, and Dayna was promptly arrested. Potentially facing a lot of time in jail, Dayna was left with few options and even less hope. That was before she was offered a deal. It was a plea deal that would avoid the hassle of a trial and, in return for her guilty plea, would substitute potentially a decade in jail with three years in a sort of reformation program. Dayna had heard of this regressive therapy reformation program before, it was supposedly some new program the government was trying out in order to find a new way to discourage crime and deal with non-violent offenders, but she didn’t really know any of the specifics. However, three years sure as hell beat ten or more and Dayna took the deal without a second thought. Three years meant she could still have a life afterwards. Maybe she could get a new job and build a new career for herself. Maybe she could still have a relationship with her girlfriend. No matter what happened, this had to be the better option. It wasn’t until later when she was in the courtroom officially entering her plea that she learned the full extent of what she had agreed to. The program was less about therapy and rehabilitation and more about discouraging criminals by humiliating their inmates as much as possible, often publicly. Upon entering the agreement, the unfortunate individual forfeited many of their basic rights. They also surrendered control of their online and social media accounts to their new caretakers so photos or even videos of the inmates often would find their way onto the internet. Meanwhile, the prisoners were assigned treatments based on the whims of the judge and the severity of their crimes. Most were minor offenders and were put in larger main rooms of the center along with multiple others. These functioned a lot like large daycare centers or nurseries. Dayna on the other hand, now a convicted felon, had earned herself a much more personal arrangement. She would be given a single room just a bit bigger than a large sized jail cell and outfitted like a toddler’s nursery. Here, she would be at the complete mercy of her personal caretaker/nanny who could subject her to any number of infantile treatments. When Dayna heard the sentence read out her jaw dropped. She’d never forget what happened next no matter how hard she tried. Taken to a small empty room on the far end of the court building, she was restrained, stripped naked, diapered, and dressed in a short purple tee shirt along with matching booties, mittens, and a bonnet. Then, a pacifier was stuffed into her mouth, and she was paraded out through the court building to the parking area where a prison van waited to take her to her new home.
Dayna’s reminiscing was cut short as she was blinded by the bright lights of her nursery suddenly coming on.
“Wakey, wakey kitty!” Came the sing-song voice of the cat’s caretaker. Wendy was a young and somewhat chubby wolf with grey and white fur and big round glasses perched on her long muzzle.
Dayna groaned into her pacifier and rubbered her eyes with her mitted paws.
Wendy approached the crib her charge was trapped in before pausing briefly and sniffing the air.
“Uh oh!” she said in mock surprise as well as the most babyish voice she could manage, “someone’s a ‘tinky kitty.”
Dayna hated when Wendy said stuff like that. First off, most nights the wolf made it a rule that Dayna was required to fill her diapers before morning. Second, Wendy was a wolf so her nose could probably pick up the scent of her charge’s soiled drawers before she even reached the door. So, there was really no need to comment on it other than for the cat’s humiliation and in that regard the wolf had achieved her goal.
Wendy slid down the side of the crib and lifted Dayna out with surprisingly little effort. She then undid the snaps on the cat’s sleeper and let the crotch flap fall open. Dayna buried her face into her mitts as her soiled diaper drooped out of the sleeper’s opening.
“Hm,” Wendy mused to herself as she poked, patted, and squeezed the cat’s dirty padding. “You’re a bit soggy too. But these diapers were meant to hold a lot more than that, so I don’t think we’ll have a problem” she stated as she rebuttoned the flap once again confining the bulky mass to its cramped place pressed against the cat’s nether regions. Despite her chosen profession, Wendy didn’t seem very fond of changing diapers. Dayna was often left in her mess for extended periods of time, and it seemed like today was going to be no different. She just hoped it wouldn’t result in a rash this time.
“Ok sweetheart, you sit tight while I get breakfast ready and then we’ve got quite a day ahead of us.” Wendy said as she sat Dayna down on the closed potty chair in the corner of the room just to keep the cat out of the way. Dayna winced as she felt her diaper contents get pressed between her and the hard-plastic lid of the pastel pink and white chair. Groaning at the irony of the situation, the cat was more convinced than ever that the only reason the infantile monstrosity was in the room was to torment her. She watched patiently as her canine caretaker pulled out the large, folding highchair from the nearby closet and set it up. Wendy then scooped Dayna up and plopped her down on the hard-plastic seat once again showing no regard for the poor feline’s mush covered posterior. Once the tray was lowered and the wrist cuffs were secured around Dayna’s mitted paws, the wolf disappeared into the adjoining kitchen area to prepare her little one’s meal.
Dayna was left squirming uncomfortably in her seat wondering what had been planned for her morning meal. She was normally fed almost nothing but baby food and formula with some occasional additives mixed in. To make matters worse, Wendy seemed to have a knack for picking out some of the grossest mixtures out there and feeding them to the poor kitty in large quantities. She still gets a little queasy whenever she hears someone say, “sweet potatoes and turkey meal”. Dayna heard the microwave go off in the other room signaling that her bottle was ready, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before Wendy came out with whatever vile concoction that was meant to pass as food today. Sure enough, a few minutes later the wolf rounded the corner carrying a tray piled with jars of brightly colored mush and a very large baby bottle.
“Hope you're hungry today little one,” Wendy said cheerfully, “I’ve brought you something a little special today.”
That was very much not what the cat was hoping to hear. “Special” had a number of different meanings to Wendy and few of them ever proved good for her feline charge.
Wendy opened the first jar which contained an odd-looking pink substance. She took out a large baby spoon and stuck it in the mush before setting the jar back on the highchair’s tray.
“Oop, I almost forgot baby’s bib!” Wendy said as she reached into the small storage area under the seat where Wendy kept the bibs.
“We wouldn’t want your pretty sleeper to get all dirty, would we?” she said with a chuckle as she tied the selected bib around Dayna’s neck. It was a large white thing with a frilly, pink border. The front was adorned with a smiling grey cat wearing a diaper and baby bonnet accompanied by purple text saying, “Cutest Little Kitty”. Dayna once again couldn’t help but groan into her pacifier.
“Now, now kitten,” Wendy scolded, “don’t get all fussy. Besides, I think this one suits you. Now, time to eat.” Wendy gently took the pacifier out of Dayna’s mouth before taking a large spoonful of the pink stuff and holding it in front of the cat’s nose. Dayna kept her mouth clamped shut, fearful of whatever that foreign looking mush might be.
Wendy sighed, “Oh come on kitten, eat your food. You’re not leaving that chair until you do. I’m tired of fighting with you every meal.” She pressed the spoon against the cat’s lips and waited for Dayna to open her mouth. Whimpering quietly, and knowing full well she was trapped, Dayna slowly opened her mouth a tiny bit. Wendy took the opportunity to jam the spoon inside, getting food all over the cat’s lips in the process. Dayna winced, preparing herself for the terrible flavor. However, when the spoon was withdrawn and the food settled on her tongue, the cat found the taste to be…surprisingly pleasant. It took a couple of seconds, but Dayna was finally able to identify the pink substance; it was strawberry applesauce! She could hardly contain her relief and a faint smile spread across her lips.
“See, not so bad right?” Wendy said with a smile. “I told you I had something special for you today. I figured you’d enjoy something a little different for a change.” The wolf prepared another spoonful and Dayna, her fear now subsided, waited with her mouth wide open to receive it. The three jars of applesauce were quickly emptied with little trouble. Next came a few containers of mashed peaches which, while not as preferable as the strawberry applesauce, the cat had no objection to. The meal finished off with a couple jars of something Dayna couldn’t quite identify. It was something fruity, maybe grapes and bananas? Whatever it was, it was far better than what she had been expecting. She couldn’t believe how fortunate she had been.
“Here ya go kitty, wash it all down.” Wendy said as she held up the bottle for Dayna to drink. She took the rubber nipple into her mouth and began to suck. The formula Wendy prepared was always thick and bland and took some effort for the cat to gulp down. As she drank, Dayna tried to be mindful of any abnormal flavors present as Wendy had a habit of trying to sneak various things into the mix. Today however, the wolf hadn’t even tried to be subtle, the taste was readily apparent. With no other options, Dayna continued to suck down the spiked formula until the bottle had been emptied.
“There we go!” the wolf said cheerfully. “Did baby enjoy her special baba?” Wendy couldn’t help but giggle a bit, especially when she saw Dayna’s expression. “Now don’t be cross kitty. We both know I was more generous than I had to be today.” Wendy took hold of Dayna’s bib and began to wipe some of the mess off the cat’s face. “Alright then, let’s hurry up and get you dressed. If we’re quick enough, we’ll have time for a nice walk to the park before lunch. Then you can play and maybe make some new friends while you're there. Wouldn’t that be nice kitten?”
Dayna sighed and tried to suppress a groan as her stomach began to gurgle and rumble. Today was going to be a long day.
