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8: Tails’ Resolve

                Tails climbed out of the bathtub and pulled the plug out. As the water level got lower and lower, a growling sound came from the drain.

                After drying himself off with a towel, he looked over on the toilet. On the cover were his pajamas, a pair of briefs with a blue trim… and the diaper his sister gave him.

                “There is no way that this is going to fit,” he said, studying it. Cream was still able to fit in regular baby diapers — she wasn’t even big enough to wear Sizes 5 or 6 yet.

                He only had two options: either lose another pair of underpants to another possible accident or squeeze into something that he was seven pounds too heavy to wear.

                He thought back to Cream. She gave him her diaper because she didn’t want him to be sad in the morning.

                “Well,” he said, swallowing his pride “here goes nothing.”

                Tails set the diaper under his butt and tried to tape it up. The tabs barely got to the landing zone.

                Standing up, Tails walked around in the diaper a bit. It crinkled a little with each step he took; it felt soft too, inside and out. Well, I can see one reason Cream would like these.

                He went over to the toilet, got his underwear off the cover, and slipped it on over the diaper.  His pajamas went on next.

                All that was left was to go to bed. Sonic would be on in a little bit.

                This time, he was ready. No pooping this time, if he could help it.

 

                A cut-out of the world’s most famous hedgehog’s face was taped to a bull’s-eye. With the speed of a lightning bolt, a dart landed in his grin.

                “That Sonic!” screamed Dr. Eggman. “He’d better watch out or next time, there won’t be any playing around!” He tossed another dart; it landed on a quill.

                Crabmeat bounced enthusiastically. “Ooh! Ooh! I know! How about we refit EGG-07 with a buzzsaw where the spring’s supposed to go?”

                The doctor growled. “That glorified Motobug? What a crappy design! The pincers barely moved and they beat it in five seconds flat!”  

                “Maybe we can replace the spring with a hammer and fix the pincers?” asked the robot.

                “It still wouldn’t work!” Another dart was hurled; it hit the nose. The doctor fell backwards into a chair. “My old designs. They look cool, but updating them is so hard!”

                “How about we take the wrecking ball module and combine it with the drill from… well…” Crabmeat didn’t want to continue. It was a design his boss was especially ashamed of.

                “If I were a little more desperate, maybe,” said Eggman. “But I’m not quite there yet.”

                “Maybe you can refit EGG-14 for ground combat?”

                “Oh? And what could Big Shaker do on dry land?” he asked.

                “Um…”

                Eggman sighed.

                “I’ll leave you alone boss,” said Crabmeat, starting to walk away. “I’m going to finish up my Reideen model.”

                “’Reideen’?”

                “An old giant robot show,” he explained. “I ordered a model kit of it that I started on yesterday.”

                As the badniks left his maker to his own thoughts, a smile stretched across Eggman’s face. “A model kit, eh?”

 

                Tails rolled over and opened his eyes. The alarm clock read 6:32 AM.

                The only light they were getting was from the street lamp.

                He sat up and yawned.

                About a second later, he recalled the night before. Did he do it again?

                He didn’t have that dream about his first time on the toilet tonight, but what if something happened anyway?

                Once more, he was off to the bathroom.

                Tails disrobed until he got to the diaper he borrowed from Cream. He took a deep breath and pulled the tabs open one at a time. Off it came.

                The boy closed his eyes as he brought the diaper within eyesight. He didn’t like what happened yesterday and he was afraid of a repeat.

                He peeked out the left eye.

                It was clean as a whistle.

                He exhaled in relief. It was all just a fluke.

After redressing his lower body, he rolled up the diaper and stuck it in his pocket. He left the bathroom and headed for his laboratory.

                I can’t wait to tell Cream. She’ll be so happy!

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