A Long Day
Part III
Dayna breathed a sigh of relief when the park was finally out of sight. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the stroller. The whole embarrassing ordeal had left her feeling tired and she hadn’t even had lunch yet. She looked up at the sky briefly, trying to judge what time it was. The sun was pretty high in the sky by that point, so she figured it must be just past noon. Dayna hoped that Wendy would take it a little easier on her for the rest of the day, but she severely doubted that would be the case.
Wendy once again decided to stop at her usual spot along the trail, prompting a frustrated groan from her charge. Dayna had been hoping they would have continued straight back to the facility so that she could get out of the public view, preferably before the trails started to get more traffic.
“Don’t get grumpy with me kitten,” Wendy said. “You’re not the one who has to push your big backside all the way up the hill. I’m just taking a bit of a break, ok?” She wheeled the stroller up alongside the bench, leaving Dayna facing back the way they had come, and locked the wheels.
The wolf sat down on the bench next to the stroller. “Did you have fun at the park sweety?” she asked, giving Dayna a smile.
Dayna huffed into her binky and turned away.
“We’ll have to go back sometime soon and then you can play in the sandbox again and on all the other equipment, ok?” Wendy said grinning. Dayna wished she would never see that park again.
The wolf sat back on the bench and pulled out her phone. She began thumbing through something and chuckling to herself. Dayna had a sickening feeling that her caretaker had taken some photos of her when she was in the sandbox. The cat knew that those pics had a very good chance of ending up online somewhere. Wendy had been putting together a sort of “baby book” for Dayna and the entries in it often found their way onto the internet. Dayna could still remember when pictures and even a short video of her first diaper change showed up on her Facebook page. Wendy had a fun time showing her that one.
Dayna’s ears picked up the sound of footsteps. She groaned. Hadn’t she dealt with enough people today? The cat was too tired to deal with more humiliation.
Sure enough, a jogger was coming up the path. She was a white tigress with light violet hair and wore a black sports bra and jogging shorts. What is it with all the white cats out today? Dayna thought to herself as she watched the woman approach.
The jogger spotted Dayna by the side of the trail and slowed to a stop. Dayna watched the woman cautiously to see what she would do. The tiger looked at the cat in the stroller first in confusion then in curiosity. A small smile spread onto the jogger’s face and she approached the stroller.
“Hi there kitten!” the woman said with a smile, leaning forward to address the cat trapped in the baby stroller. She turned to Wendy, “lovely baby you have here.”
“Yup, she’s an angel,” Wendy replied sarcastically.
“I love her dress!” the tigress went on, “and her cute little bonnet.”
Dayna huffed behind her pacifier. It was bad enough when Wendy fussed over her and cooed at her. Now, this random stranger was doing it.
“Such a precious kitten,” the tiger lady reached forward and scratched Dayna under her chin. Dayna tried to back away from the hand, but trapped in the stroller there was really nowhere for her to go.
Undeterred, the tigress continued to coo at Dayna until she got just a little too close to the padded cat. The tiger stopped and sniffed the air. Her nose wrinkled. “Ugh, I think the baby left you a present.”
Wendy chuckled, “yeah, she tends to do that.”
“Probably why you’re so fussy, huh baby?” the jogger said, giving Dayna a smile.
“Oh believe me,” Wendy said, “this little rugrat is well used to having a load in her Huggies. You should see some of the messes she makes.”
Dayna’s face burned as her bowel movements were discussed in public.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” the tigress replied, “bye bye kitten! Have fun you little stinker!” She gave Dayna’s cheek a pinch before finally resuming her jog and leaving the poor cat alone.
Wendy chuckled, “alright mush-butt, we should probably get going too.”
About thirty minutes later, the two were back at the facility, strolling down the long, plain hallways that were lined with doors like the one that led to Dayna’s room. She had often wondered who was behind those doors. Were they all like her? She had seen some of the other prisoners from time to time. There was a large play pen area directly outside of Dayna’s room and sometimes a few of the caretakers would bring their prisoners out there to interact with each other, although Dayna suspected it was more so the caretakers could socialize rather than the inmates. They passed by the room two doors down from Dayna’s. The cat knew there was a lioness that stayed in that room, Celia she thought her name was. They'd seen each other in the hall a few times. She had always seemed so timid and shy. Dayna wondered what the lioness had done to land her in this place.
Dayna’s room was one of the last in her hallway. The pair reached the door and Wendy unlocked it before opening it and wheeling the cat inside. She always hated seeing those beige walls and purplish-gray carpet. Her room often had the faint smell of used diapers as well, either emanating from her diaper pail or the cat herself. She hated how the scent of her own shit had become a staple of her life.
Wendy rolled Dayna inside, unbuckled the cat, and plopped her on the floor on her hands and knees.
“You sit tight for a minute while I put the stroller away,” the wolf said before leaving the room with the stroller, locking the door behind her.
Dayna stayed there for a minute, trying to get her thoughts and emotions in order after all she’d just experienced. Without warning, another rush of warm pee started flowing out of her into her already well-used diaper. It wasn’t just a little bit either. Dayna wanted to scream as she felt her already heavy diaper swell and sag lower between her legs. She couldn’t tell if she’d gone through into the second diaper yet, but she didn’t care much. She wanted out of that disgusting mess so badly. It was wet and heavy and it stank, and her crotch and bottom were really starting to itch from being left in her own filth for so long. Dayna fought back sobs. It took all her strength not to start bawling. She hated to think back to all the time since she’d been there that this had happened. That she had been reduced to tears, wallowing in her own waste like a neglected infant. That’s how she felt right then. Like a helpless baby that no one cared enough about to take care of.
Dayna couldn’t tell how long she stayed there, kneeling on the floor wallowing in self pity, but she was cut off when Wendy finally came back into the room.
“Ok kitten,” the wolf said cheerfully, “let’s get you some lunch.”
Dayna didn’t say anything, she was trying desperately to hide her tears from Wendy. She didn’t want to give the wolf any encouragement.
Wendy again set up the large highchair and plopped the cat’s messy diaper butt in the seat. Once all the straps were fastened, Dayna was once again left to sit by herself while Wendy went through the door next to the closet that led to the kitchen.
Dayna huffed. She pulled against her restraints and kicked her legs. She knew it was futile, but it felt better than just sitting there and doing nothing. She went still again when her caretaker came back into the room carrying her meal on a tray. Today’s lunch seemed to consist of orange mush, green mush, yellow mush, and a large baby bottle.
Wendy tied another pink and white bib around Dayna’s neck and pulled out her pacifier but the cat clamped her mouth shut when the wolf went to feed her the first spoonful. Wendy gave the cat a look, seemingly daring Dayna to test her patience. Dayna quickly lost the will to resist and obediently opened her mouth for the spoon.
The food was bland, and the texture was terrible. Dayna made a face and tried her best to force it down, apparently not fast enough for her caretaker’s liking. The wolf had already prepared the next spoonful and was holding it up against the cat’s lips. Dayna opened her mouth for the next bite and the heaping spoonful was quickly shoved inside, getting food all over the cat’s muzzle in the process. This continued until all three jars of the orange mush had been emptied.
Dayna smacked her lips and grimaced at the after taste that had been left on her tongue. She was almost grateful when Wendy stuck the nipple of the baby bottle in her mouth. Dayna was forced to suck down the thick, bland baby formula while her caretaker held the bottle firmly in place. It was very filling and there was quite a lot of it to go through. At least she didn’t taste any laxatives in it this time.
She got about half way through the bottle before Wendy set it aside and opened the first jar of green baby food. Trying her best to keep up, Dayna sat with her mouth open, waiting for the spoon. This mush was very clearly mashed peas, which Dayna wasn’t crazy about, but it could have been something much worse. The main problem was that it was thick and difficult for Dayna to swallow. Unfortunately, Wendy wasn’t about to make it any easier for her.
“Come on kitty” Wendy said, pushing another spoonful against Dayna’s increasingly food stained mouth, “open up for the airplane!”
She started making little airplane sounds as she bopped the spoon against Dayna’s face. Finally getting all the peas in her mouth down, the cat reluctantly opened her mouth for more.
The next two jars of peas continued much the same way, and then it was on to the yellow stuff. Dayna had no idea what that stuff was, but it was bitter. She gagged at the taste and her eyes watered. Wendy offered no comfort as she shoved spoonful after spoonful into the cat’s mouth. Finally, Wendy put the empty jars back on the tray and let Dayna finish off the rest of the baby bottle.
Dayna burped as she polished off the last of the baby bottle. The food sat heavy in her stomach and made her feel all the more uncomfortable. Wendy cleaned Dayna’s face with her food stained bib and took the tray back into the kitchen. Finally, she let the cat out of her chair and stood her on her feet.
Dayna watched the wolf put away the high chair but Wendy pulled something else out of the closet. It didn’t take Dayna long to recognize what it was. The cat whimpered behind her pacifier and shook her head. Wendy paid her no notice.
“You can hang out in this while I clean up pumpkin,” she said as she finished setting up the massive pink and white exersaucer.
Without giving the cat any more chance to protest, Wendy quickly picked up Dayna and stuck her in the exersaucer’s seat, her dress flaring out and piling up on top of the saucer’s top tray. The seat was thick and padded and compressed the feline’s bloated diapers. The seat was set up so that Dayna was not quite sitting but not quite standing, leaving her in sort of a half crouched position. If she tried to stand up more, the springs in the legs of the contraption stretched and the upper tray moved with her. This made it impossible for Dayna to climb out of the saucer herself. Also, the way the seat spread her legs apart, along with the thick diapers she was wearing, still made it impossible for her to stand up fully. It didn’t take long for her legs to get tired and send her falling back down into the padded seat, making the whole saucer bounce on its springs. Dayna also couldn’t bring herself to fully sit in the seat and take the weight off of her legs. That would mean putting all of her weight on her messy butt and her soiled diapers were uncomfortable enough as it was.
Having been in the exersaucer several times before, Dayna knew the best strategy was to not move and conserve her energy. Her legs quickly got tired trying to keep her bottom up and not resting in the seat, which would no doubt only spread the mess inside her diapers more and aggravate her rash further.
As her kitten struggled in her exersaucer, Wendy set about tidying up the kitchen. When she finally finished washing up, she locked the kitchen door behind her and took a moment to watch the cute little cat pouting in her chair.
Dayna froze as she heard the sound of a shutter click. She turned to see her caretaker chuckling to herself and pointing her phone camera at the unfortunate feline. Wendy took a couple more pictures, then stopped to look through them. Dayna knew she must look every bit as ridiculous as she felt.
“Yep,” Wendy said with a chuckle, “that one’s going in the baby book!” She knelt down next to Dayna, “take a look kitten.”
Dayna’s fears were confirmed when she looked at the wolf’s phone. She saw herself, dressed in that ridiculous baby outfit, arms crossed, and pouting like a toddler. She felt her face again flushing red.
“I got some nice ones from the park as well,” Wendy said, showing Dayna some pictures of herself kneeling by the sandbox. She really did look like an oversized kitten playing in the sand; her padded butt sticking out behind her for the world to see.
“People online are going to love that one,” the wolf grinned, “in fact, I believe they already are. I noticed this when I was checking my phone earlier.” Wendy showed Dayna a post someone else had made. It showed her, but from behind. Her massive, swollen diapers clearly visible under her dress as she bent forward to dig in the sand. She realized one of the people from the park must have taken her picture and posted it.
“You’re getting some lovely comments here sweetheart,” Wendy went on. “A number of people are saying how cute you look and how they'd like to cuddle you. A couple people mention how you clearly could use a diaper change, that’s more a matter of opinion if you ask me. Oh, one person says how they’d like to be your mommy! Oh, well that job’s kinda taken right now.”
Dayna’s face grew redder and redder as Wendy read off the comments. Finally, the cat couldn’t take anymore. Without thinking, Dayna lashed out and struck the phone out of her caretaker’s hand. It landed softly on the carpet.
Dayna came back to her senses and looked at Wendy. The expression on the wolf’s face was all it took to let her know that she had messed up, bad.
With a calm sigh, Wendy stood up and picked up her phone. Dayna tried to open her mouth to apologize but Wendy held up her paw to stop her.
“You’ve been such a fussy little kitten today,” Wendy said.
Maybe because I have a load of shit in my pants, Dayna thought bitterly but was too scared to actually say.
“I think perhaps a time out is in order,” Wendy continued.
Dayna shook her head and blubbered behind her pacifier trying to plead for the wolf’s forgiveness.
“And that diaper change can wait till a little later as well,” the wolf completely ignored her charge’s pleas, which reached a new crescendo when the cat heard her diaper change was getting put off further. “Normally, I’d have you stand in the corner, but I think I like you where you are for now.” Wendy continued to ignore the begging cat as she headed for the door. “I could use a break from you anyway. You know I still haven’t had my lunch yet? Be back later kitten!” With that the wolf was gone, locking the door behind her.
Dayna half sobbed, half whined in frustration as she was again left alone in her room. She pounded her fists on the tray of the exersaucer and tried to push her way out of it with her legs, only succeeding in making it bounce up and down. Her legs grew tired from the exertion and eventually gave out from under her, sending her dropping down into the seat of the saucer with an audible squelch.
That was the last straw, and Dayna burst into tears. She felt herself sink into her mess and stale urine seeped out of the padding as her weight compressed it. She felt warmth, so she thought she may have wet herself again but she couldn’t be sure. She sat in her mess and bawled as the exersaucer’s springs gently bounced her.
