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Twinkle Twinkle: Chapter Six

"For the last time, I bloody well told you NO!" Star shouted into Andrew's shoulder, and struggled pointlessly against the panther's much superior size and strength. She hissed and growled and beat her hands against his back, but all her whining and squirming only elicited a low giggle from the bigger cat, and maybe a tightening of his arm around her waist. Andrew was carrying the lynx in a very typical way for a toddler, slung over one shoulder and supporting her by an arm under her thickly padded rear, and another one wrapped around her waist for support as he carried her down the hallway, back to her nursery.
"There is no way in hell you're getting me to eat mashed peas," Star had told Andrew, in no mood to be contradicted after their morning squabble, after he told her what was being served to the house baby for lunch. Naturally, Andrew, considering himself her daddy, had easily lifted the lynx out of her chair, hefted her up over his shoulder, and carried her kicking and screaming to somewhere more appropriate.
Star, beat read in the face and ready to sink her teeth into the panther, wriggled and squirmed in his arms, but, as might have been expected, was totally unable to get free. The nursery's big, colorful door was already open when the two felines got there, and, to Star's horror, Andrew V-lined for the oversized high-chair, probably sporting child restraints, in the corner. The lynx's struggles redoubled, barely able to form words by this point, but nonetheless felt her rear touch hard plastic even through the three inches of padding as Andrew maneuvered her into the high-chair and snapped down the locking table. It fit snugly against Star's chest, and the bar that came down between her legs prevented the small feline from wriggling out the bottom. She was stuck there.
The panther grinned down at the helpless lynx, and reached over to scratch her behind the ears, "Oh, calm down Star. It's just mashed peas, I'm sure you'll get used to them after a few weeks." Star was aghast, eyes wide, and prepared to renew her verbal assault when Andrew continued, "and I had better not hear one more word from you this morning, missy. You've been nothing but fight all day, and I've a mind to tan your rear if you don't want to cooperate willingly. Either way is fine by me."
It was the stark contrast that bothered Star more than anything else. An hour earlier Andrew had been willing to let her put a diaper on him if it meant her forgiveness, but, after their breakfast coffee and quick chat, he had reverted to this wonderful/horrible mix of daddy and dominant. Unwilling to risk another spanking, Star felt all the fire leave her belly, and went silent, blushing and trying to sink into the hard plastic chair.
"That's what I thought," Andrew said with a wink, emptying a jar of green mud into a bowl and mulching it further with a spoon, then giggled and scooped some up, "open up for the airplane," he said with a snicker, very much enjoying the sight of his superior officer squirming like a fussy toddler in a high chair. When she seemed reluctant, he prompted her, "do I need to tell you twice?"
"Mph..." Star groaned, pleading with her eyes at him, then, defeated, opened her short snout for the airplane, which quickly popped between her teeth and smeared its cargo all over her mouth, just so that she couldn't ever escape the taste. "Eeeeew!" Star exclaimed, spitting the green mush all over baby table, and, to her horror, Andrew's arm.
"Let's try that again," Andrew said, clearly frustrated, "let's make a deal, Star. I don't want baby food on me, and you don't want to have trouble sitting this afternoon. Am I clear?" Star froze, and looked down at the heaping bowl of baby food, frozen at the very thought of having to eat it all.
"But- I- er... Mpppggghhh!" Star babbled, then gasped as Andrew took the opportunity to press the baby spoon again into her mouth, and dump the disgusting mix of mashed peas and broccoli onto her tongue. With all the discipline she had left, the lynx kept herself from spitting, then, with a gag, swallowed the disgusting lump.
"See? There's a good girl," Andrew cooed with another wink, "keep it up, and I might just have a treat for you when you're done." Star was skeptical on what he meant by a treat, but wasn't about to fuss at this point, after having endured one mouthful already to avoid a spanking. She grimaced as, once again, Andrew scooped up another spoonful, then sank her head in shame, opened her mouth, and accepted her fate.
As the lynx's resistance disappeared, taking each mouthful without even the slightest hesitation, Andrew seemed to revert back to her more affectionate, caring demeanor, and scratched Star behind the ears after each bite, his cooing becoming less mocking and more affectionate. She almost felt... happy. Happy to eat her food. Happy to please her daddy. And that tiny, vocal minority within the lynx's brain that loved the feeling of having the larger male force his will upon her was sated, as well. It was a unique collection of emotions and sensations that forced her, no matter how much she would have liked to fuss, to enjoy her spoon feeding, humiliating, degrading and gross as it was.
By the time the final spoonful emptied out onto her tongue, Star perfectly willingly opened up for the airplane, and got a playful head scratching for her obedience, "Very good, sweetie," Andrew said, leaning in to nuzzle her, "how’s that diaper of yours doing, hmmm?" He asked, reaching underneath Star's table to grope the front of her pamper. To her endless shame, it was very, very wet.
"Did I-" Star gasped out, mouth still coated with the taste of pea puree, and hopped a bit in her diaper, realizing that, at some point, maybe multiple points, she had soaked herself without any knowledge of it. What was happening to her!? "I- I need a change..." Star grumbled, face shining flush red in abject humiliation.
"Are you sure, Star?" Andrew asked, giggling a bit, "you don't feel that wet, and that diaper is huge. I should know..." Now it was the panther's time to blush, regretting that he had never taken off the diaper Star had coerced him into wearing. "Do you think it'll leak?" The panther said. Most of Star's clothes had to be custom made, and, while he was in no shortage of money, that didn't mean throwing away perfectly good clothes because of an oversight like that.
"M-maybe?" Star replied, still in shock from the realization that she had practically soaked herself without even realizing, "I- I mean a change couldn't hurt..." She was practically whimpering by this point, too humiliated by her accident to properly ask for a change, even though she wanted one dearly. Andrew nodded understandingly and replied.
"Alright, sweetie, let's get you into something dry," he said with a wink, wiping his arm down with a damp rag, then doing the same to Star's baby food covered face. In her fussing, the lynx had unwillingly coated her muzzle and nose in the green, gunky stuff, further reinforcing the image that Andrew seemed to have that she was nothing more than a cute, occasionally fussy toddler.
"H-hey! Stoppit!" Star grumbled, throwing up her paws to keep the panther's damp rag away, but he batted her hands aside and got in anyway, gently but firmly wiping down every last spot. Miraculously, only the occasional drop of food had reached Star's sleeper, so further cleanup was short and easy.
"Hmm, I'll have to remember to bib you for dinner," Andrew teased, poking Star on the belly, "you're quite the messy eater."
"Am not!" the lynx replied, red in the face, but Andrew only chuckled.
"Keep telling yourself that," the panther said with a wink, and unbuckled Star from her high chair, then, to the lynx's dismay, picked her up again like a baby, over one shoulder, and badly squished her diaper in the process. Her complaints fell on deaf ears as she was carried over to the nearby changing table and set down, but didn't fight, which Andrew would have punished swiftly.
The diaper changing ritual had become familiar to the lynx by this point, but that didn't make it any less bizarre. Star winced in shame as Andrew unzipped her sleeper, then pulled it down and off, folding the garment neatly before stashing it over with the rest of the wash-ready clothes, leaving the lynx naked but for her diaper. "Now, what to dress you in..." Andrew mused, gently scratching Star's belly with a hand while he thought, then came to a decision, "oh, I know," and knelt down that he might better search the drawers and cabinets beneath the changing table. Absent knowledge of what he intended, Star could only blush helplessly and wait for Andrew to finish searching, which he took his sweet time to do, and clutch her chest between crossed arms, trying to keep some small measure of modesty. "Ah, here we are," Andrew said, then stood and showed Star what he had found, "something very special."
The diaper which he held looked somewhat odd to star, though he didn't quite know what it was about it. It was thinner than anything she had worn before with the panther, so that was an improvement, but she couldn't help but feel as though Andrew had more in mind than he was telling. As before, Andrew tickled her belly playfully and tore the tapes on her diaper, letting it fold down between her legs, and saw quickly that yes, it was quite soaked, and probably would have leaked shortly if it weren't for Star peeping up and asking for a change.
"Very good call, sweetie," Andrew teased, "Another half hour and you would have leaked again. You're definitely getting plastic panties from now on, you little soaker."
Star buried her face in her hands, not wanting the panther to see her tremendously red face and clearly written shame. Diapers were bad enough... but plastic panties?! This was getting ridiculous. "I don't need them..." Star said through her fingers, face hot with mingled humiliation and rage.
"Oh really?" Andrew replied, clearly looking to remind Star of the status quo, "So what you mean to say is that you didn't just flood a three inch thick diaper to the point of making it leak, Star? And that you didn't ruin a perfectly nice dress and set of sheets last night? If you hadn't been in diapers just now, you would have gone tinkle all over the floor. No, it's diapers and plastic pants from now on and that's final."
"But daddy!" Star said, only realizing afterwards what she had said and covering her mouth with both paws, but Andrew took it in stride.
"No buts, kitten," Andrew said, disposing of the lynx's soaked diaper in the pail and wiping her down with a damp rag, "you've already wet all over one outfit, almost soaked another, and ruined a set of bed sheets. If you can go a week without an accident, we'll consider losing the plastic pants. Have I made myself clear, Star?"
Star couldn't help but nod, too caught up in the social vertigo she was feeling to do anything else. At that point her brain was more convinced she was a child, a young toddler under the care of her maybe a bit too overbearing but still dearly loving daddy, as opposed to an independent adult and ranked officer in the British military. There was something inexplicably daft about a twenty six year old female soldier being forcibly regressed like this, but maybe that was the whole point. Star was, by all accounts, a powerful woman in a line of work that wasn't often friendly to those of her gender, so why then would she choose to willingly spend her off time being treated like a small, helpless child?
The panther interrupted Star's philosophical muse by patting her on the belly, and leaning over her. "Now, sweetie," Andrew said, going back into his semi-parental, semi-dominant tone of voice, "from this point on, you won't be allowed to have a diaper change if you ask for one. I'll check you periodically, and if you try to prompt me, you'll have to wait an hour for a change. Understand?"
"W-what?" Star said, going pale and jerking out of the comfortable haze she had been in, "but then I'll have... You know..." she blushed, remembering her itchy, scratchy legs and crotch from that morning, "rash..."
"So remember not to ask, then," the much larger feline said, winking down at his semi-willing daughter, and took her up by the ankles, lifting the lynx's bottom off the changing table and slipping the suspiciously thin diaper underneath her, now unfolded, and set her down upon it. "There we go. Besides, this one's special. I don't think little Miss fussypants is going to need a change anytime soon."
"Fussypants?!" Star gasped at the horrific nickname, flabbergasted, and could only watch in shock and awe as her now aired and ready loins received a coating of baby powder and diaper cream to further stave off the rash, probably a good choice considering Star's recent track record, then pulled the diaper up around her waist and taped it in place, one adhesive strip at a time.
"There we go, nice and dry and cozy, aren't you?" Andrew teased with another wink, patting the blushing and helpless kitten's belly, "now, I've got a dress for you picked out. You'll look precious in it when we go out."
"Another dress?" Star said, the new and exciting feeling she had gotten from the previous dress having worn off by this point, "and what's that you said?"
"Hush, sweetie," Andrew said, producing Star's pacifier from his back pocket and popping it into the lynx's mouth, practically silencing her, "no more big girl talk today." Star grunted, and looked like she might spit it out, but Andrew kept it firmly in with a paw, "don't let me see you with your pacifier out, Star. We wouldn't want to have to make sure it stayed in there, now would we?"
Whatever token resistance Star might have offered died shortly after that, and, led by the panther, she slid off the changing table, grateful at least for her current diaper's manageable size, and allowed herself to be led over to the wardrobe, a dress already picked out for her as Andrew had said. It was a pretty blue and white sundress with a tie-up back, like one might find on a girl's dress from the 1950s. It was embarrassing, but not quite as girly as the dress she had been put into yesterday, and Star raised her arms compliantly to let the dress be pulled over her head, then stood, arms clasped in front of her, to let her daddy tighten and tie up the back.
"D'awwwww," Andrew said, tying the sash, and pulling Star over to the nearby body mirror, enjoying every second of the lynx's squirming, "who's my precious little kitten?"
"Diff ting duwn eveww cowva mai diapeew..." Star mumbled past the shield of her pacifier, almost spitting it out until she remembered Andrew's threat.
"I'm sorry, Star. You're going to have to speak more clearly, I don't understand baby babble," Andrew teased, reaching over and patting the lynx's diaper seat. "Now, you play around in your little nursery, sweetie. Daddy needs to go get dressed."
"Whhtevvew," Star grumbled again, watching Andrew close and lock the door behind him, then went back to pouting. The dress was barely hip length, and, despite its relative thinness in comparison to the monster diapers she had been forced into the previous day, her current padding was perfectly visible to anyone. She considered taking off the absurd garment, despite the spanking it would likely cost her, if for no other reason than to offer some token resistance to remind Andrew that, even if she was his little kitten, she wasn't his compliant little kitten. But that was just her frustration talking, and Star vented by waddling over to a toy chest and kicking it. Her bare foot hurt, considering the toy chest was made of hard plastic and full, and Star's frustration turned to pure, spited little girl poutiness. The lynx sat down on the floor, arms crossed, and waited there for five minutes, wanting Andrew to see just how strong and defiant she was, despite having assumed a toddler's pose, but that quickly got boring. As her angst faded, Star sighed, and opened the toy chest, now just looking for something to do. There were colorful letter blocks inside, hundreds of them, the old wood kind that the lynx remembered playing with as a child.
Star blinked, overcome by a bit of curiosity, and took a few of the blocks out with a smile, then spelled her name with them: STAR, but did it so they formed a square. The lynx chuckled, wondering when dadd- Andrew would get back, so she could indulge the odd desire she had to show him what she had made. The door opened, and Star immediately perked up to see the great, huge panther walk back in, now dressed in his usual, formal attire, and minus the bulge from the diaper Star had strong-armed him into.
"Well, well, well," Andrew said, kneeling down next to the lynx and looking at her four block creation, "very pretty! You've got quite the creative mind, sweetie."
Star blushed bright pink at the high praise, and murmured, "Fankyoo dawdy..." both of them purring together as Andrew gently guided the lynx to her feet and then hefted her again over one shoulder, Star neither protesting nor fighting as she was carried out the door to her nursery and down the hall to the big, entrance room. “Awwdwew, weww we gowwing?” Star asked, curiously, and tried to crane her head around to see where the panther was taking her, but only saw the flash of bright sunlight and blinked for a few seconds as her eyes adjusted, Andrew carrying her down the front steps of his manor towards his black Buick, ready and waiting.
“Oh, just on a little field trip, sweetie,” Andrew chimed, bouncing Star a bit as he walked, and felt the lynx grow slowly more concerned as he opened the door and hefted her into her oversized booster seat. By that point, she was fussing heartily, and trying to bat his hands away.
“Andwew!” Star said, forcing the bulb of her pacifier to the side of her muzzle so that her words were at least understandable, “Where aww, you taking mee!?”
“Oh, quit your fussing, kitten,” Andrew said, growing frustrated, then simply bullied Star into the seat and strapped the five point harness around her, making sure to tighten and lock each band individually to prevent his little girl from tampering and maybe getting loose.
Star gave up looking for an answer, and crossed her arms fussily, looking away from him and sucking on her pacifier for some consolation. It was a comforting presence, odd as it was, and suckling on it calmed her greatly, even managing to keep her from despair as the panther drove around the half-moon shaped driveway and out the gate, onto the street.
“You can take your pacifier out, if you’d like something to drink,” Andrew said, adjusting his rearview mirror so he could have a good view of Star’s pouty face, then handed back a small, travel sized bottle of apple juice for her to suck on.
With permission, Star spat out the pacifier gratefully, feeling her lips and teeth tingle now that the invasive, if comforting, presence had been removed from her mouth, and quickly replaced it with the nipple of the nursing bottle. She had, at first, tried to outsmart the panther by unscrewing the lid and drinking it that way, but quickly realized it had been childproofed, and, therefore, Star-proofed.
Star didn’t really pay much attention as to where Andrew was taking her during the trip, both because she was occupied with her bottle, and trying to find a comfortable way to sit, strapped into the booster seat as she was, and because the seat had been intentionally designed and implemented with the intention of making the user as immobile as possible. It had a pair of long wings coming up from either side, giving the chair a cradle-like look, much like a real baby’s booster seat, but also having the effect of preventing a user from looking out the side windows. She was seated directly behind the driver’s side, and thus only had a small fraction of windshield to watch out of, and grew readily bored. With nothing better to pass the time with, Star picked her pacifier back up and returned it to its rightful place in her mouth, blushing readily as she suckled, telling herself it was just like chewing gum, something to occupy her during the oddly long care drive.
“D-dawdy…?” Star said, somewhere in the neighborhood of fifteen minutes into the drive, and reached forward to pat the back of his chair, “I- I gawda go to da baffwoom.”
“So go, sweetie,” Andrew replied with a giggle, looking at the helplessly strapped in kitten in his rearview mirror, “you’re protected. Stop worrying so much, just let loose. That’s what this whole thing is all about.”
As much as Star would have liked to argue, she wasn’t really in any position to. After all, it wouldn’t be like it was the first time she had ever wet herself, or even the first time today! And they did make her feel so comfy and relaxed, which she liked… For a few seconds, Star just ignored her thoughts regarding their destination, and just relaxed every muscle in her body, including her bladder, and, unencumbered by her pesky continence, the lynx quickly felt the padding between her legs grow warm, wet, and soggy. Despite its relatively low bulk, the diaper soaked up her ‘accident’ very well, surprising her. Star was even more surprised when the diaper started to expand.
“W-whasgoinnon?!” Star said, wiggling in her car seat, and looking up at Andrew for an answer. The car stopped, and the panther turned to look at her.
“I told you that diaper was special, didn’t I?” the black panther said with a wink, “I could leave you in that all day, and you wouldn’t get rash. Good thing, too. I doubt you’ll be wanting a change once we’re inside.”
“I-INSIDE?!” Star gasped, the pacifier falling from her mouth, “inside where?!”
Andrew chuckled, ignoring her question, then came around the side of his car and opened the back driver’s side door, unbuckling Star from her car seat. Without a word, he pulled the writhing kitten in all but name out of the back seat and onto the paved parking lot, clearly very anxious about being led around in public, dressed as she was.
Star looked around, missing whatever it was she was supposed to be seeing, then was taken aback as her eyes caught on the big, stone arched entrance to the national zoo. The lynx blushed, seeming to sink into herself, feeling very small inside, especially with the huge panther standing right beside her, holding her paw, the adorable sundress and thick padding between her thighs. “I- I always wanted to go to the zoo with my daddy…” Star said to herself, and felt Andrew’s paw, scratching affectionately behind her ears.
“I know you did, Star,” Andrew said, gently leading her forward, “and I hope you still do.”

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