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"Hi! I'm Cream! Thanks for visiting! Make yourself at home!"

13: Padded For the Night

                A few hours passed before Sonic, Tails, and their mother were back in the boys’ bedroom. Tails’ bunk had been dried off and redressed… saved for one pillow.

                Tails was using it for the inevitable diapering Vanilla was giving him right now. But before he knew it, she was finished. The boy wasn’t completely surprised because of two reasons:

1) He didn’t do anything in his pants, so all she had to do was powder and fasten.

2) Their mother was a diaper-changing expert with eight years of experience.

                He turned to face Sonic. His brother was in his T-Shirt and a pair of boxers, listening to his MP3 Player.

                “All finished, son!” said Vanilla.

                Tails sighed and sat up. He looked down at the diaper his mother put on him: it looked exactly like the last one he saw his sister wearing; Cream’s was smaller, of course, but it had the same panel of graphics on the waist shield.

                He poked the padding with his finger. It crinkled softly.

                He was not happy about wearing it.

                It smelled nice, though.

                Vanilla gave her son a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “It’s just till morning.” She got up and left the room.

                Tails stood up and looked down at the diaper one more time. He just couldn’t stop looking at it.

                It felt good, but it was so babyish. Of course, it was made for babies, but he was small enough to wear it. It fit better than Cream’s, that’s for sure.

                Sonic chuckled softly.

                Tails turned and faced the hedgehog, a bit ticked. “This isn’t funny, Sonic.”

                “I’m sorry, dude, I didn’t mean to laugh,” his brother said. “It’s just that it’s been forever since I’ve seen you wear a diaper.”

                “Well, I don’t like it,” the boy walked around a little. He crinkled with every step. It was soft though — inside and out.

                “Dude,” Sonic said, “nobody in this house is going to treat you like a baby just because you have to wear diapers to bed!”

                Tails threw his pillow onto his bunk and propelled himself up there. “At least I can still fly with this on,” said the fox. He wasn’t even going to change into his pajamas; he was too disappointed to do anything right now. He crawled under the covers in just his diaper, socks, and the shirt he was wearing. He just wanted to go to sleep and hope this day was just a dream.

                “Already going to bed?” asked Sonic.

                “Sonic,” said Tails “I don’t want to talk right now.”

                Out of the darkness in Tails’ mind, the boy could see a big, brick structure in front of him. He immediately recognized it as the Food Monster… the thing was: he was a lot smaller now. His mother and Sonic were with him — in fact, she was leading him by the hand!

                Sonic looked younger as well: he was even wearing his long-sleeve aqua shirt and beige shorts from a time long since forgotten.

                It also seemed like Cream wasn’t born yet: their mother wasn’t even pregnant yet.

                Eventually, the three of them were inside the store. Some of the buggies had a seat in the front made to look like a car. Tails was put in one and they went into the store.

                From the infant’s viewpoint, it was madness: people walking in front of them, going in numerous directions; one guy and a dolly loaded with boxes; a busted gallon of milk that spilled all over the floor of the dairy section! At one point, an avalanche of fruit came down in the produce section right in front of Tails’ eyes!

                The chaos seemed to stop when the family got to the car. Tails was buckled into his booster seat and they all went home.

 

                Morning at last.

                Sunlight was filling Sonic and Tails’ bedroom, but Tails wasn’t quite feeling up to getting out of bed. He just rolled over and tried to sleep a little more.

                For some reason, he felt a little squishy. This made his eyes pop open: he dreamed that he was a baby again!

                The last time this happened, he was remembering his first success on the toilet… and wound up leaving a surprise in his underwear in real life.

                He remembered all the stuff flying at him in the newest one. A baby certainly wouldn’t well… hold it in all that stuff.

                He rolled back over and lifted the covers. “Ick!”

                Less than twenty-four hours later, another wetting accident happened in the same bunk. In this case, fortunately, Tails had a diaper to contain everything.

                “Good morning, Miles,” said a voice.

                Tails turned his head to see his mother with a basket of clothes that she was putting into the drawers in the room. The boy looked at the diaper she’d put on him the night before; it bulging in front a bit. Tails kept pressing the padding with his finger; it was mushy, but pressing it didn’t force any wetness back out. Not again.

                Vanilla saw the discomforted expression on her son’s face and what he was doing. “Miles, did you wet yourself again?” she asked.

                Tails didn’t need to say anything. His pink cheeks said enough.

                Vanilla smiled and pulled out a pair of briefs from her son’s underwear drawer. “Come to your sister’s room and I’ll clean you up.”

                Tails began to climb out of bed.

 

                Cream was already awake by this point, playing with Cheese in her crib.

                In a moment, her mother came into the nursery. Tails was right behind her… in a diaper.

                When their eyes locked, Tails looked as if he’d seen a ghost.

                “Mommy,” she said “I thought you said Tails couldn’t wear diapies.”

                “No,” Vanilla explained “I said he couldn’t wear yours. Those are his.” She went over to the crib, lowered the bars, and lifted the little girl out. “Now it’s changie time for both of you.”

                Tails watched as Vanilla carried his sister to the changing table. Cream had to be changed first; feeling what he had gone through more than once already, and considering Cream’s side of it, that’s when he starts thinking back. Back when it was simpler, when he didn’t have this kind of problematic issue, because he knew their mother is there for him, then. When Cream got changed, he knew he was next, but with his thoughts about it racing five hundred laps around his head.

                I can clean myself, he said to himself, but Mom insisted. I should let her do it, but it just feels so… juvenile.

                “Is there anything on your mind, Tails?” asked the little rabbit. “Like I said, I only wanted to help and, well, it looked like Mommy and Sonic wanted to, too.”

                “I appreciate it,” said Tails “but I just can’t get over it.”

                Vanilla didn’t need to put her son up on the changing table, though. He didn’t look like he wanted to go that route. It would occur on the floor.

                Vanilla starts to untape Tails’ diaper and slides it off. Cream just sat by with Cheese on her lap, figuring she should do something to help her big brother. Maybe coaxing again? It worked before, but how could it now. He’ll just need to be consoled, for now. Either way, they were taking a major step to resolving the disorder, concerning him.

                Tails proceeded to pull on his briefs.

                Vanilla sees that he is capable of doing that on his own. It reminded her of the time when he was potty training. She was proud of him then and she still is now.

                "See that, Cheese?” said Cream to her Chao with a smile. “Tails did that all by himself!” She was hoping that what she just said would get any closer to cheering the fox up any.

                Vanilla applied a little baby powder to the inside of Tails’ underpants as a bonus. Doesn’t that feel a whole lot better now, son?“ she asked. "Now, you go get dressed while I get breakfast made. But first, I’ll need to get your sister dressed.” Cream got up and walked to her mother; Vanilla walked over to the dresser, about to get her baby blue onesie out to put on her.

                Tails smiled a little awkwardly and left the nursery. Thank goodness you’re family.

             

Special thanks to Marcus the Hedgehog

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