And here we go with another chapter of Back to the Pouch! Sorry I've been away for awhile now, but I'm back y'all!
Back to the Pouch (Chapter 4)
Is this really gonna happen? Drew wondered as he was carried into the bathroom. He looked around at the crisp white motif of the room. He saw a sink with the basin shaped like a seashell, not too far from a toilet. The sight of the porcelain fixture frustrated Drew. His eyes widened at the sight of the tub though, which absolutely dwarfed him.
I guess everything looks huge to a little kid. He thought before he was set on his own two unsteady feet. The snaps of the onesie were undone, and it was quickly pulled off over his head. The diaper, which he had soaked at some point apparently, was gently removed, balled up, and dropped into a nearby waste bin. Out of instinct, Drew found his big fluffy tail curling around him bashfully, in an attempt to cover himself. An attempt that Amelia thought was adorable.
"Oh sweetie, it's nothing I haven't seen before already." She said as she pulled Drew close and nuzzled him. While gently stroking his headfur with one hand, Amelia used the other to start turning on the faucets, after putting the plug in place. She continued to sit there with the naked Drew in her arms, making sure that the water was not going to be too hot for the little vixen, or too high. She smiled when she was satisfied and quickly shut the water off.
"Three, two, one...lift off!" Amelia said, confusing Drew a little, until she lifted him off the ground, making sounds like a rocket with her mouth, which Drew could not help but giggle at.
"There's my smiling and happy girl!" The kangaroo said as she gently lowered Drew into the tub. The water was nice and warm and not too hot. Despite his embarrassment, Drew found his tail wagging a little.
"And there we go, a nice relaxing bath." Amelia cooed as she sat Drew down in the water, which came up to his stomach. The kangaroo then grabbed a bottle of amber-colored shampoo inside and squirted some into her hands, which she then used to gently start scrubbing Drew's fur.
This is so humiliating. Drew thought to himself as the kangaroo started to happily hum as she washed him. She started with his headfur, before moving down his neck to his back.
"Isn't this nice sweetie? Bath time is a happy time!" Amelia singsonged to the blushing vixen. Starting to feel very small and helpless, Drew realized that, once again, he was sucking his thumb. He leaned back a little, and tried to think, once again, about his current situation.
So this isn't a dream. Drew thought as he was being washed, and began to think over different possibilities for how he came to be here and in his present condition. And each new idea sounded even more ridiculous than the last one. His introspection was interrupted by a sudden deluge of water being dumped onto his head. Drew let out a surprised yip, and looked up at Amelia and the small red cup she was holding.
"Almost done rinsing out the shampoo, sweetie." The kangaroo said sweetly, ignoring Drew's sour look, and pouring the water over Drew once more. Drew was rinsed off again, much to his consternation, before Amelia drained the tub, and lifted him out after wrapping him in a big and fluffy white towel, which she used to vigorously dry him as she carried the little vixen back to the nursery. When she deposited Drew onto the changing table, his fur had completely fluffed out, something that the kangaroo found to be absolutely adorable.
"Aww, someone's a puffy little princess!" She cooed, leaning down to happily nuzzle Drew. Drew tried to pout, but the feeling of Amelia's warm muzzle tickled his stomach, making him laugh and titter. Amelia smiled warmly at her new charge, before grabbing a fresh diaper. Soon, Drew was powdered and taped up, something that he found himself resigning to, for the time being at least.
"Now that we don't have to worry about any puddles, let's take care of your fur." Amelia said, more to herself than the baby fox, as she grabbed a nearby hair brush. When Drew opened his mouth to object, Amelia expertly popped in a pink pacifier. With his new suckle reflex kicking in, Drew found himself unable to spit it out, as well as starting to relax greatly.
It's like a mute button, but for really small children. he thought to himself as the soft bristles of the brush began to gently stroke him. Amelia was thorough, yet careful, with her brushing, taking extra special care of some small knots in Drew's bushy tail. Once she was finished, and admired the now significantly less fluffy arctic fox, she reached down and scooped the diaper-clad Drew into a cradling position.
"You are just absolutely precious." She said as she started to nuzzle him again. Despite how humiliated he felt, Drew also found that he was enjoying the attention he was receiving at the moment, which was evident to Amelia as Drew's tail began to lightly thump against her side. "But we can't have you toddling around in just a diapee."
Drew frowned around his paci as he already figured where this was going, and was carried over to a nearby dresser. He was set down on top as Amelia opened one of the drawers and started rifling through various onesies, until quickly locating what she was looking for.
"Here we go hun!" She said as she help up a bight pink onesie, with white lace bordering the neck hole, the arm holes, the hole for the tail, and the leg holes. "Evie outgrew this after one month, but I think it'll fit you just wonderfully!"
Great, so now I'm still getting hand-me-downs from a baby that this new body of mine is supposed to be older than! Despite not vocalizing his objections and continuing to suckle the binky, Amelia seemed to read his mind nonetheless.
"Of course, I cannot, in good conscience, just dress you in only Evie's old clothes. But don't you worry sweetie, I'll make you some of your very own!" Amelia said as she pulled the onesie over Drew's head, soon snapping the buttons over the crotch of the puffy diaper. But Amelia didn't stop there. She opened another drawer and pulled out two pink booties that fit snugly over Drew's new foot-paws, and a large pink bow that was fastened to the tip of his bushy tail.
Is she just dressing me in the girliest outfits she can find because I told her that I was a boy? Drew wondered to himself as he pensively sucked on the binky. And what did she mean by making me new clothes? The last thought he asked, albeit with the pacifier giving him an even more childish lisp, while he was being carried out of the nursery.
"Well hun, I make clothes for children and babies, like you!" Amelia said excitedly.
"Notta baybee." Amelia ignored Drew's quiet protest and continued to explain.
"You see, I have my own little business and clothing line. I talk to people on the phone and on the computer, and sell them the clothes I make. Understand?"
Drew nodded, suddenly fearing that he may become a model for baby girl clothes. Out of some newly formed instinct, he curled in closer to Amelia, resting one of his ears over her chest, the sound of her beating heart once more calming him. He was carried out to the living room, where Evie was giggling hysterically as she was gently bounced on Travis' lap, as he sat on the couch.
"Did Evie already get her dinner?" Amelia asked as she took a seat next to the coyote, with Drew still in her arms.
"Yup, gave her a bottle while you were giving Princess here," he reached over and tickled Drew under his chin, making him giggle; "her royal bath. I also took the liberty of making her a bottle as well." He gestured to a baby bottle on the coffee table.
"Thanks Travis." Amelia said before she leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek, and then grabbed the bottle. Drew was shifted a little, with his head being cradled. He tried to object after his paci was removed, but the second the nipple touched his lips, he was suckling away, this time rewarded with the sweet and creamy kit formula. His thoughts started to become murky, and his eyelids began to droop. He paused his suckling the bottle to let out a tired yawn, and barely heard Amelia mention something about a bed time. Soon the bottle was empty, just as his paci replaced it and his eyelids closed. He felt himself being carried and set down somewhere. He felt something else, that he assumed to be the baby roo, set down beside him, and quickly snuggle up against his side. A warm and soft blanket was neatly tucked in, and overhead there was a click, followed by a light chiming lullaby.
"Look at these damn sheets!" A large and looming shadow bellowed down at the cringing form of Drew. He recognized his father's voice, and let out a whimper.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He stammered out.
"You didn't mean to what? Piss yourself like a baby?"
Tears welled up in Drew's eyes. "N-No."
"And now you're bawling like one. Well, if you're going to act like a baby, then you might as well be dressed like one."
"NO DADDY! PLEASE! I'M SORRY!!!"
Drew sat up, his breathing heavy, and the fur on his cheeks wet from tears. He remembered the memory he had been dreaming, back from when he was five and had wet the bed again. That day, after a really bad spanking, his father had forced him to go to kindergarten wearing a diaper. The other kids had quickly found out and mercilessly tormented him for it. As he looked around in the darkened nursery, the memory of what had happened rushing back to him, Drew suddenly felt the diaper he was now wearing squish a little. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes. Trying to get a grip on himself, he looked at the morning sunlight gently pouring through a window.
The door of the nursery slowly opened, and Amelia lightly padded her way over to the crib, a little surprised to find Drew awake, while Evie continued to snooze away, still hugging Drew's tail close to herself.
"Good morning hun." Amelia whispered as she reached down and, careful not to wake Evie, pried his tail from her grip. When checking his diaper, Amelia was not surprised in the least to find that it was soaked. "Did my little princess sleep well?" She asked, oblivious to Drew's nightmare/memory as she laid him on the changing table, stripped off the onesie and the diaper, and proceeded to change the vixen into a fresh one, followed by a yellow t-shirt with the face of a flower with pink petals in the center. Drew huffed and crossed his arms, pouting, and suckled his pacifer.
"Well, someone's a little grumpy grump this morning, but I'll bet that's just because you're hungry, isn't it?" She asked rhetorically, as she picked Drew up and sat down in a nearby rocking chair with him in one arm. Drew was confused as to what was happening when Amelia unbuttoned her bright blue blouse, looking away from her exposed breasts. "C'mon now hun, let's get you fed." She said simply as she plucked Drew's paci from his mouth and started to guide his head towards her breast. Drew struggled a little in his futile attempt to turn away. But, the instant that Amelia's nipple brushed his lips, the little vixen instinctively latched on and started to nurse.
This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong. Drew told himself over and over in his head as he nursed from the kangaroo...yet, each time, it would be with less conviction, until he finally entered a trance-like state and simply nursed in silence with his eyes closed.
Soon, he could feel the flow of Amelia's milk taper off, but still he nursed, at least until Amelia pried him off and hugged him close. Drew whimpered a little, but that quickly ended when his paci was popped back into his muzzle, followed by Amelia rubbing his back while humming. They sat like that for a few moments, with Drew once more listening to Amelia's heartbeat, before the sounds of Evie stirring and fussing could be heard.
"You were such a good girl, Princess, but now I must tend to Evie." Amelia said before rubbing her nose against Drew's.
One freshly changed and fully fed baby kangaroo later...
Travis smiled as he watched Amelia happily hop out of the nursery, with little Evie babbling excitedly in her arms. The little roo was dressed in just a shirt and diaper as well, he shirt being bright pink with a yellow flower on its front.
"Is the little Princess still asleep?" He asked as he reached over and tickled Evie. Before Amelia could answer, however, a white puffball with pointed ears popped out of her exposed pouch.
"Notta giwl." Drew insisted as he tried to climb out of the pouch, despite how comfortable he was still finding it to be, only to have the coyote chuckle and scoop him up into his arms.
"Well that answers that question," Travis said, pointedly ignoring Drew's protest; "so shall I make them something to eat before we head out?"
Head out? Drew wondered.
"Oh no, I fed the girls already." Drew blushed as he remembered today's breakfast, and looked away, not even bothering to insist on his lack of femininity. "Is the diaper bag all ready?"
"Yup! Got it fully stocked and loaded in the car. And I even found and installed that other carseat that your sister got for Evie. I guess it's a good thing that I kept forgetting to return it after you had already bought one just like it." He said, giving Drew a little hug. "Isn't it, Princess." He asked.
"Notta Pwincewss." Drew mumbled, blushing at the chuckle he received for it.
It was only when they had exited the front door and made their way to the light blouse SUV that Drew realized something, upon seeing his reflection in the mirror.
They're not seriously going to take me out in public in just a shirt and diaper, are they?! Before he could even think to ask this question, he spotted something even more troubling when the doors to the back seat were opened, revealing two identical, bright pink, rear-facing car seats.
Oh come on! Drew whined as he squirmed a little, trying to fight Travis as he was being lifted towards the car seat. But it was all in futility, as Travis easily set the cranky vixen into the right carseat, and buckled her in with a five point harness. Drew instantly tried to unbuckle it, but the child-safety feature prevented that. Drew gave up and instead pouted by the time they had reached the end of the driveway, not that he could see anything, what with the carseat only giving him, and Evie, a good view of the seat back.
"I suppose that the Princess must be acting fussy because we're taking her to the doctor's for a check-up, huh?" Travis' voice broke in after a few minutes of driving.
Drew's eyes go wide as he starts attempting to escape from the harness, now with panicky whines.
"She is now, Travis. I hadn't said anything to her about it yet."
"It's okay, she was probably going to fuss after we arrived anyway."
One fruitless escape attempt later...
While Drew couldn't see that they had arrived, he could feel the car slowing down and coming to a stop. His anxiety only grew as he heard the key in the ignition being turned off and pulled out.
The doctor's gunna know that I'm some kind of alien and then I'll end up on a slab being dissected! Was the more coherent thought running through Drew's mind as he tried to escape again. Amelia opened the door and unbuckled him from the car seat, frowning.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, hun." Amelia cooed while Travis tended to Evie. Drew looked around and saw that they were still in the desert, but also in what appeared to be a small town. He could make out various houses in the distance, and all sorts of buildings nearby, all with writing in that strange and foreign script he couldn't read. Sensing the kit's nervousness, Amelia held Drew close to her chest. "I promise you, sweetie, that I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you, understand?" She said while looking Drew directly in the eye. The combination of the binky, Amelia's heartbeat, and the sincerity of her words all worked to help calm Drew down. He nodded to her, and received a kiss on the forehead as a result. Travis smiled as he locked the doors, and they all started to head towards the entrance of what Drew was assuming to be the doctor's office.
Here we go... he thought to himself, unaware of himself wetting his diaper just as they approached the front doors.
And there you have it, dear readers! I sure do hope that you enjoyed chapter 4 of Back to the Pouch! I apologize for the long time in between updates, things have just kinda been crazy for me. But the good news is that I have not and will not abandon any of my stories! Sooner or later, I will get back around to working on each of them. I just hope that you all will continue to enjoy them in the future!
An epic adventure awaits those who dare.......to eat the mystic burrito!