This is Chapter 6 to a commissioned novel. It is set in the Two Weeks universe, and is universe canon. The story follows Talikin, a 29 year old fox who's fed up with nearly everything, and is looking to make a serious change in his life, and his boyfriend, Matt, a German Shepard that never outgrew his selfish, childhood habits. Unexpectedly, that change comes in the form of the pair being targeted by a secret society.

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The Vacant Years: Chapter 6

If he could have, Matt would have been purring bone deep as his mildly slowly but surely emerged from the sleep that had engulfed him. In his half-awakened state, the Shepard thought that the entire rough morning had been some dream brought on by fatigue, and that he was safely back at home, arms and legs wrapped around Talikin, and without a problem in the world. The crinkling from his backside quickly put a dent in this theory.
Grumbling, Matt's eyes drifted open, and found himself grinning broadly into the plush fur of his stuffed white fox despite the realization that his morning had been, against all his desires, totally real. The smile dropped off his face as he came fully conscious, if still very tired, and rolled over onto his back, away from the plushy, no easy feat considering the bulk of his underwear. He pulled back the sheets, revealing his staunch purple plastic pants and thick, childish diaper, and felt his face burn red again, grumbling slightly under his breath.
"Figguuwwss..." The Shepard said to himself, much garbled by his muzzle and pacifier, and tried to stand. His body, which had subconsciously adjusted to his far bulkier underwear as he slept, had much less trouble standing now than he had before, and even managed to rise, bow legged, to a point that his head was only a few inches shorter than the bars of the crib. He even tried to top them, wrapping his mitted paws around the slick, smooth plastic and trying to pull himself over, but only wound up falling backwards onto his padded rump, the top bar far too thick for him to grip, even without the plastic backed mittens restraining his paws.
No sooner than had Matt resigned himself to grumbling in discomfiture and frustration than did his eyes widen suddenly, all the color draining from his face. He had to go to the bathroom again, badly, and he had no idea how long he would have to wait. And, unlike his first accident that morning, he didn't just have to pee this time. The orange juice and green muck he had been force fed that morning had gone right through him, just as it had been intended, and now it wanted out the other end, and it wasn't being patient.
"N-Nuuuuu...!" He whined into his pacifier, squirming back to his feet and trying the bars again, fruitlessly, then waved his paws up at the cameras built into the ceiling, hoping Telia was present and watching, and wished he could scream into the intercom, but was thwarted by his muzzled and gagged snout.
Matt thrashed about in his crib, looking for anything he could do to escape the fate that had clearly been chosen for him, and batted his mitted paws against the bars of his crib, desperately reaching for the release mechanism for the bars, but it was fruitless. The crib had been intended to keep cubs at bay, however strong, fast, agile or fussy they might be, and it did its job admirably. As the urge to void and wet increased, so did Matt's frantic efforts to escape. He tore up the sheeting on his mattress and piled it with the pillows and stuffed animals, using them as a platform that would give him just enough edge to reach over the nine inch thick plastic top bar and grasp at the vertical bars underneath, giving him the leverage he could use to pull himself over, but it just wasn't enough. Just as before, Matt's perfectly healthy adult bladder began to lose a battle that it should never have had a chance of failing at. Unknown to him, everything he would be fed would be loaded with muscle relaxants intended to target his very vulnerable bladder and bowel muscles, encouraging such accidents. As his resistance failed, Matt, nearly at the point of tears, felt a few dribbles of urine pass from his bladder and into the heavily padded front of his diaper. Soon, the trickle became a flood, and the absorbent, plastic backed garment suddenly went warm, wet and squishy, now thoroughly soaked. The plastic pants were a smart choice for the tigress, as well, otherwise Matt's diaper would have surely sagged and maybe even leaked.
The German Shepard, always having considered himself a mature, independent adult, whined up at the ceiling as he rolled onto his back, clutching his crotch like a child that had, once again, failed at potty training, but knew the worst was yet to come. His bowels didn't last much longer than his bladder, but the time between the two events seemed to stretch, drawing out his torment as long as possible. When they did finally fail, he knew it at once. With a surprisingly loud sound like sticking your hand in and out of a jar of mayonnaise really quickly, the Shepard voided involuntarily, the seat of his diaper suddenly filling with the moist, mushy goop, about the consistency of peanut butter, the stuff clinging to his fur and lumping up under his backside. For a moment, Matt was very grateful that Telia had spared no expense with the diaper creams and lotions, his limited knowledge of child physiology telling him that they would prevent diaper rash if he was, and it seemed he would be, stuck in this wasted diaper for any amount of time. Then he cried, finally snapping under the weight of forces much greater than him, the smell of his own soaked and filled diaper filling the air around him. There didn't exist words that he could use to explain the quantity and severity of the raw emotion he felt, and he expressed it in the only way he knew how.
Matt, emotionally devastated, curled up into the fetal position, eyes filled with tears, and sniffled as he slowly wrapped himself in the blankets, and tried to get comfortable again, nearly in full bawl by this point. The smell and feel of his diapered behind served as a steady, heavy handed reminder of what he had done, and, once he had started, the tears simply wouldn't stop flowing. Out of mingled anger, sadness, fear, hopelessness, and shame, the Shepard pulled his blankets over his head. No reason he should let that sadistic feline watch him debase himself so. And there he sat, bawling like a scolded, helpless pup, even going so far as to suckle his pacifier a bit, ready to give into anything if it would offer comfort from what he had done, no matter how humiliating.
Matt wouldn't be able to say how long he sat there, time lost its meaning during the unrelenting wave of emotion. It might have been five minutes, or it might have been an hour, but the next thing that Matt knew, he hear the soft paw on wood patter of Telia walking up the stairs towards the door, and told himself he had to be strong... had to be brave... couldn't let that damn tigress beat him... not like this... not like this...
The usual sounds of locks being disengaged came from the door, and it swung open silently. Telia didn't even get the door all the way open before her acute sense of smell told her the whole story. Urine, feces, and a crying pup under a blanket. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, feisty and arrogant as he was, and decided that she would be kind to him in the hopes that he might soften to the treatment that way. It was probably in vain, but certainly wouldn't hurt. Telia wasn't enjoying tormenting the pup at all, despite all the effort in the world to make him think she was.
Even the canine's extremely apt hearing didn't catch wind of Telia's approach, so silent and cautious was she as she padded over to him, and only perked up, exposing his face from the blankets, as the bars of his crib slid down into the floor again, unlatched. "W-what do you want...?" Matt whimpered, showing his tear reddened face to her, scowling harshly, the look in his eye capable of burning holes in planking. Telia kept her expression blank, her voice level.
"You don't need to hide from me, Matt. I know what you did," the tigress said, hoping the flat way she spoke would neither come across as insincere or mocking. Luckily, it worked, and she could see the indecision the Shepard's face.
"W-wheewwweww yoo dith taim!?" Matt asked, finally deciding on anger as his appropriate response, "yoo weft me in heew to..." he trailed off, not wanting to say what it was he had clearly done, and flushed pink in shame again.
"I wasn't home, or I would have come," Telia replied, putting a bit more sympathy into her voice. She knew how troublesome the first few accidents could be, every caretaker did, and so her empathy sounded as perfectly legitimate as it was. She reached over and put a hand on Matt's paw, "you're not in trouble, Matt. Anyone would have had an accident in that position. It's not your fault."
"W-weeewwee?" Matt asked, desperate for any comfort that might be offered to him, even if it came from this witch...
"Really really," the tigress replied, smiling, "can you walk, or should I carry you?" Matt looked taken aback, then sunk, tail between his legs and ears flat against his head.
"Cawwy meh..." he asked, not meeting her eye, and whimpered softly, sitting up and facing her.
Telia smiled warmly, and reached into the crib where Matt had slept. Again with that same, unexpected strength that she had exhibited before, the tigress wrapped her paws around his back and behind his knees, then aptly hefted him over her shoulder like one might a toddler, very careful not to squish his behind and shame him further, and took him not to the changing table, but out the door and down the stairs.
Matt, who had expected a brief cleaning before being thrust back into another diaper, was surprised to find himself carried easily down the stairs, along the hall, and down into the basement. At first he was a bit concerned, the cellar having been unknown to him, but was somewhat baffled at what he saw through the door to the left of the laundry room. The basement was practically a water park! The better part of the house's basement was a large, rectangular room with bright overhead lighting and ventilation. The floor was either rubberized and textured concrete or tile, and seemed to slope downward at a shallow angle towards a drain in the center of the room. Along one wall was what Matt could only describe as an in ground hot tub, big enough for four or five people. Directly above the drain in the center of the room was some sort of shower head, and he could well imagine what that was for. Opposite the room's big Jacuzzi was a wall length countertop which Matt now recognized as a changing table, fit with the same cabinets and drawers underneath that he had become familiar with in his own changing station upstairs. It was to this that Telia brought Matt, setting him down on the countertop and motioning for him to lay himself out. The canine whined a bit as his diaper's putrid contents squished badly against the hard, cool counter, but laid down anyway, trying to ignore the fact that he was about to have his diaper changed like a pup.
The tigress's grin was intoxicating, and Matt quickly found himself with an embarrassed smile on his face, too, but tried not to look her in the face. That was the worst part... knowing that this tiger female had seen him at his most vulnerable and open, and repeatedly taken advantage of him, but there was something that tugged at Matt's never too active brain, a question that defied his attempts to answer. What was she doing this all for? She seemed legitimately affectionate, at least some of the time, so outright torture was out...
The tigress cut the nylon tie that kept his plastic pants tight with a claw, and Matt forgot about his mental pandering for the moment. With the tie gone, there was nothing preventing the otherwise loose plastic pants from being pulled down around his ankles and off of him, Telia leaving them within arm’s reach at the end of the table, then tore the two sets of tapes on his diaper, Matt meeping with discomfort as the smell of his accident was quickly apparent. He blushed furiously, and looked away from her, ashamed.
"Oh, cheer up," the tigress said, leaning in and scratching behind the Shepard's ears, "don't act like you could have held it back. You were in there crying for the better part of an hour."
Matt didn't know how to answer that, and, seeing nothing to gain by resisting, simply remained still as Telia pulled the diaper out from under him, then used a handful of wipes to clean the mess out of his fur. He was lucky she knew what she was doing, using all those creams and such, otherwise the mess would have been vastly worse than it actually was. The dog sighed in submission as she let him air out, sitting there on the changing table, naked, mitted paws on his belly, awfully self-conscious of how vulnerable he was.
"Here," the tigress said with a grin, "let me get those off of you," and touched her magnetic key to the mittens lock, slowly sliding the garments off of him. "It goes without saying that I'm trusting you to behave, right?" Mat nodded slowly, flexing his fingers for the first time in hours after their being confined in the mitts, and feeling oddly light and agile, if crampy, after being so long pent up. He made a grunting noise past his pacifier, face begging to be released from the muzzle, and Telia nodded, "I'll take the muzzle off, for now, under your promise that you won't fight me or break any rules, are we clear?" She snapped the buckle on the back of Matt's head, and withdrew the muzzle and pacifier bulk, casting it aside with the rest of his restraints and garments.
"I- I unddawstawnd..." Matt garmbled, his mouth, tongue, and teeth all feeling funny after the long stretch confined behind the shield, straps and nipple, and blushed at his own speech.
"You promise? I trust you to know what will happen to pups that break promises in my house," Telia said, rather firm, "you can be sure they're very unpleasant."
Matt swallowed hard, not daring to wonder what she could take from him that she hadn't already taken, but replied in the affirmative, making sure not to baby speak this time, "I promise, I won't fight you or break any rules..." He said, head hung in submission, neglecting to add the defacto 'for now' to the end of his promise.
"Good boy!" Telia said, patting him on the shoulder and grinning, "Let’s get you washed down, then you can play in the tub for a while. Sound good?"
Matt perked up, quite a bit actually. Being washed did sound good, it sounded very good, in fact, even if it was by a complete stranger. The Shepard didn't care, he just wanted the rank smell of soaked and messy canine to stop clinging to him. Telia seemed to pick up on his much improved mood, and take him by the paw, slowly leading the Shepard over to the drain in the center of the room, then taking off her sweater and tossing it over onto the changing table. The Shepard's jaw dropped cartoonishly as he saw the tigress, now dressed only in a cotton tank-top and her usual track pants, and suddenly realized how it was she had bullied him into submission that morning. Telia had the body of an athlete, a fitness nut, one of those people who spend every waking moment in the gym. He was gay, but, despite the breasts, she was suitably masculine that the part of him that absolutely loved muscular men couldn't help but be entertained, to put it lightly.
The canine kept his hands firmly over his crotch as Telia fiddled with an LCD control panel built into the wall by the door, then suddenly felt a spray of hot water as the showerhead above him turned on, dousing him in a second. Matt had always enjoyed water, and it lifted his spirits that he was finally allowed to do something routine, something normal, something fit for his age...
"Hands at your sides, don't squirm," Telia said, soaping up a fur scrubber with something that smelt like blueberries, and foamed like bubble bath, then walked over and, quite without his consent, began scrubbing the overgrown puppy down with it.
"H-hey! I can wash myself," Matt protested, but Telia only laughed at him.
"You said you wouldn't fuss, remember? Hands at your sides, no squirming. Don't make me tell you a third time."
Matt swallowed his pride and did as she commanded, relaxing and giving the tigress full access to his most intimate parts. He was, at least during the shower, struck by how mature Telia was being. She didn't so much as glance at his manhood through the entire shower, even as she scrubbed down the pee soaked insides of his legs, posterior and crotch, all of which had yet to get used to being in long term contact with his bodily waste.
It wasn't long before Matt's anxiety about being scrubbed disappeared, embarrassing as it was, and was replaced by a rather unique sense of comfort. The Shepard simply stopped thinking of Telia as his kidnapper, and started thinking of her as his servant, and he suddenly had no reason to feel uncomfortable. He was actually happy by the end, the smell of urine and mess replaced by that of freshly mashed blueberries, and had a broad smile across his face as Telia finished up scrubbing him, a smile which promptly disappeared as she swatted him on the behind and walked over to the jacuzzi in the corner as he rinsed off.
"Hey! What was that for?" Matt said, a bit indignant at having his behind swatted, however playfully, and scowled like a pouty cub.
"Oh stop being such a wuss," Telia teased, chuckling as she poured some faintly blue liquid into the hot tub and turned it on, a thick layer of bubbles quickly forming overtop of it, "here, have fun, but no splashing."
Matt, still in blind obedience mode, walked over to the side of the hot tub and lowered himself inside, yelping a bit as his paws touched the hot water.
"There's a good puppy," the tigress mused, letting him get comfortable in the hot water before emptying a bucket of floating toys into the tub with him.
After the long day's babying, the hot water was exactly what Matt needed to relax, all his knotted and strained muscles softening, worries momentarily forgotten as he drifted away. He didn't even expend the energy required to think, obeying some deep, subconscious desire to lay back and unwind. Who knows when the next such opportunity might present itself?
"I think you've been in there long enough, Matt," the Shepard heard Telia say, and blinked back to full consciousness, seeing by the difference in light from the windows that it was almost dark out, "you've been in here for an hour. Hope you haven't had any accidents."
Fully awake at once, Matt's first reaction was to flush red as a stop sign, and look away, "I, err... haven't had any accidents..." he muttered, and started to crawl out of the sweet smelling bath. Most of the bubbles had disappeared, so he was clean as a whistle as he climbed up and out, Telia having fetched a cartoon printed towel to dry him with, which she did, vigorously, and leaving the Shepard's fur several times lighter and fluffier than it had been that morning. She giggled a bit at him, and Matt couldn't help but join in. There was no being in a bad mood after such a pleasantly relaxing bath, even for him. "Come on, let's get a diaper on you for bed."
Matt froze, clearly having spoken too soon, and seriously considered fighting, but then remembered what she had said, "Oh... okay." Telia looked impressed, nodding at him.
"For a second there I thought you were about to run, Matt," she said, taking him gently, but firmly by the paw and leading him again over to the changing table, "I'm glad you made the right decision."
"T-thanks..." Matt murmured, pride not yet entirely swallowed, and allowed himself to be set back up onto the changing table. He'd get one chance at escape, and one chance only. No way was he going to waste it before an opportunity presented itself.
Telia examined his facial expression, his body language, how he held his tail, and a dozen other things about him as she got him up and onto the changing table, trying, just as she had been trained to do, to gauge his level of untapped resistance. There was plenty of fight left in the Shepard, that was obvious, and no amount of half measures were going to cut it with this one, she knew. The only questions now were how, where, and when to let him burn himself out in one fell swoop. But that didn't mean she couldn't goad him into rash action.
"You're thinking about trying to escape right now," the tigress correctly guessed, holding Matt firm to the changing table as she got out another of the thick pampers from beneath the counter, and watched Matt's face widen.
"W-what do you m-" Matt began, but was cut off.
"Don't insult my intelligence, Matt," Telia said, staying as calm and calculated as possible. Rule #1: keep control of yourself, keep control of your cub.
"Every cub we've ever taken was tried, or thought to try, an escape at some time or another, and you're more of a fighter than most. Life will be a lot easier if we don't lie to each other, okay?"
"Okay," Matt said as his legs were lifted, and the pamper was pushed under his rear, "but if we agree not to lie to each other, how's it okay for you to lie to me?" He asked, trying very hard not to incur another punishment. If his situation was as hopeless as she said, and he wasn't convinced that it was, he might as well probe fro information. After all, if he did escape and get to the police, he'd need details.
Telia's reply came immediately, "when have I ever lied to you, Matt?" She said flatly, meeting his eye.
"You ignored all my questions earlier. I still want to know why I'm here," Matt said, careful to keep his tone inquisitive, not accusing.
"That's not lying, puppy," Telia replied, the condescending note ebbing back into her voice, "there are things I can tell you, and there's things I can't tell you. You'll eventually learn who I am, why you're here, and plenty more besides. But that's not lying."
Matt sighed, and wasn't about to get himself disciplined again for pushing too hard for answers. He took the safe route, "so, what can you tell me? Right now, I mean."
"Not much, I'm afraid," Telia said, powdering and creaming the Shepard's loins before pulling the diaper up and around his waist, "I can tell you that I'm here to help you, whether you want it or not. There's also plenty you could find out about us if you just sat down and thought about what you already know, sweetie. In fact, not thinking is one of the main reasons you're here."
Matt didn't know how to reply to that, and decided to probe a different point, "are these... these diapers really necessary?" The Shepard asked, swallowing hard in the middle of his sentence and blushing in embarrassment.
The tigress scoffed, "three accidents in one day, one of them messy, and you're asking me if the diapers are necessary? I'd be out of bed sheets and clothes for you in a week otherwise." She taped the diaper snugly around his midsection, giving it a pat, "maybe if you can go a few days without an accident we can think about putting you back into big-boy pull-ups, okay?"
Matt huffed, "like you'd ever let that happen," he said, pouting, good mood somewhat scuffed by all Telia's teasing.
"Hey now," the tigress said, trying to sound hurt, "do you actually intend to blame me for going piddle all over the floor? Messing your diaper? Sounds like a child being fussy to me."
"I could easily have gotten to the bathroom on time if I hadn't been locked up in that d-" he stopped himself before swearing properly, then blushed deeper and continued, "that... stupid crib."
"Tough rocks, pup," Telia said, dismissing his concerns, and patted him on the haunch, "I've got mac and cheese upstairs for dinner."
"Thank you," Matt said, wanting to get that out of the way as soon as possible, and let himself be led, now diapered, out the door and back up the stairs. A few things occurred to him as he struggled up the steps, heavilly diapered as he was, Telia making sure to keep pace with him as he practically crawled. Why hadn't she bound him again? Without those mitts and plastic pants, there was nothing stopping him from tearing his diaper off. Why was she being so nice suddenly?
"Here's your new chair, cutie," Telia said with a wink, and motioned towards something that very nearly made Matt wet again.
"A high chair!?" Matt said in disbelief, "why would I need a high chair?" He tried to back off, but Telia pulled him forward relentlessly, and used her greater strength to bully him into the seat, snapping the table down over his crotch and locking it in spite of his pathetic squirming.
"Since you proved you were too immature to eat like a big boy," Telia said, very serious, and went back to the kitchen, "I thought that would be more comfortable, since you insist on being fed like a baby."
Matt absolutely fumed as the tigress came back in, macaroni and cheese in a bowl in one hand, just as she had promised, and proceeded to feed the pup every last bite. Matt considered putting up a fight, but still restrained himself. This wasn't the time or the place, she held every advantage, and he wasn't about to bet on such terrible odds, especially not when the stakes were this great.
"How was it?" The tigress said, then wiped down the squirming pup's face with a rag. It was covered with cheese.
"Fine. Can I come down now?" He asked, arms crossed and pouting.
"If you insist," Telia replied sarcastically, and unlocked the high chair. Matt hopped down almost immediately, but the tigress caught him by the arm before he could run off, "whoa, where do you think you're going?"
"My nurse- Err, my bedroom," he said, trying to pull his hand away.
"Not alone, you're not," Telia said, and personally dragged the pup upstairs, depositing him into his crib and pulling the bars up until they locked in place. "Remember your promise, puppy," she said, very sternly.
"Oh I will," Matt replied, reclining on the freshly furnished bed, and watched the tigress turn the lights off without another word, then shut the door behind her. Matt fumed in his bed, no more ready to submit to the likes of her than he was ready to die. Her trick with the bath had calmed him for a while, but that spell had worn off, and now the Shepard was more pissed than ever. He looked around at his nursery, many of the childish items and decorations having been replaced with baby items and decorations, probably while he had been half conscious in the bath. With those out of reach, he looked down at his paws, now mitten free, and his unprotected diaper. If he could only get out of this crib, he might be able to test those windows on the side, see if they opened enough for him to crawl out and try an escape. And if not? Well, he'd still have access to the whole room, and a night to prepare. Surely Telia wouldn't watch the cameras all night. Slowly and ominously, a plan emerged from deep within the dungeons of castle Matt. If this insane, perverted tigress wanted to kidnap him, treat him like a fighting child, then a fighting child was exactly what they were going to get. Contented to wait until the moon was risen, Matt slowly sunk into the folds of his crib, resting easily against a pillow, a grin spreading across his face, swearing a solemn vow to himself that he wouldn't submit, that he wouldn't be the broken, complacent little child that Telia was so intent on making him. Tomorrow, Matt thought, that sadistic tigress was in for the fight of her life.

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