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Twinkle Twinkle: Chapter Nine

“P-PWAY DAY?!” Star gasped, the ruby red shield of her pacifier falling from her short snout as her eyes went wide as dinner plates, gasping up into the panther’s face. A whole month had passed nearly in the blink of an eye after Star’s visits to Andrew’s estate had gone from ad-hoc, to regular. Every Friday night, after work, the two felines met at the lynx’s apartment, and normally, though not always, the panther allowed her thirty more minutes of adulthood on the drive to his manor before she was forced into her role as a kitten for the remainder of the weekend. All the hushing and subtlety Star could do at the base hadn’t kept a persistent rumor regarding her relationship with Andrew from circulating, and the frequent playful comments Andrew made to her during lunch, or while passing her in the communications room, did nothing to help her fend off her colleagues frequent inquiries. Naturally, they didn’t know the half of it.
“Yes, I’ve got business to take care of this weekend, so I’m taking you out to lunch with a friend of mine, and then you’re going to be staying with her tonight. She has a full-time cub, so trust me, you won’t be uncomfortable. At least if you behave, anyway,” The panther gave his squirmy little lynx kitten a wry smile. She might have stood up and refused, but the inches of padded diaper cover he’d locked her into over her normal padding the previous night had made that quite impossible. Add to that that Star was always more amenable to a bout of public humiliation after being stuffed into baby clothes and threatened with a spanking, and the luxuriously black-furred feline had no doubts that this wouldn’t prove too hard. He had no desire to alienate her, or push the kitten too hard, but she was here to stretch limits, wasn’t she? Of course she was.
“B-but… but…!” Star stammered, trying desperately to stand with nearly a foot of padding between her legs, and failing as miserably as any nine month old toddler.
“No butts except the one in your diaper,” Andrew said sternly, kneeling down and putting a comforting hand on Star’s head, patting her, “Trust me, my friend is an expert at this sort of thing. You’ll love her, I promise.”
The lynx fell into a squirmy silence, the blush on her face bright enough to be an indoor sun, just at the very thought of being paraded around inside a pub dressed as a baby. Just being led around the grounds in a stroller, which was thoroughly hidden from view by thrice Star’s height in hedges and masonry walls, had left the reluctant lynx needing a fresh diaper. There was no recourse, but, somehow, Star had come to trust the panther’s judgment… He loved playing with her, making her uncomfortable and poking her boundaries, of course, but what fun would it be otherwise? Humbled, Star flopped onto her rolly-polly ball of padded posterior and nodded with a whimper, her pacifier having found its way back into her mouth by now, and got patted on the head for it.
“There’s a good girl,” Andrew said, scratching her belly through the prissy, flamboyant dress that she’d been put in that morning after breakfast, and Star purred helplessly, a smile starting to creep across her face. “Come on, let’s get you into something more fitting for your first play-date.”
It was a Saturday morning, early in summer, and a beautiful day in general as Andrew led Star through the motions of morning dressing for the second time that day. It felt almost obscene, arcane and weird, the thought of being paraded around, publically, as an adult baby. It had been different at the zoo, where people had somehow been convinced that she was a legitimate child. But here, there would be no fiction. She was to be a powerless, diapered adult female in plain sight, right out in public for all to see. At least Andrew was decent with her outfit, this time, finally deciding on a juvenile paired pink overalls and white onesie with flowers on it. Even when the padded diaper cover was removed, and the bulk between her legs reduced by about 75%, it still didn’t make the bulge any less obvious once she had been dressed. Anyone with half a mind and a pair of eyes would be able to see that she was in a diaper, and dressed like a toddler besides.
“I-it’s not going to be a big pub, right?” Star asked anxiously. She’d improved her skill at walking in a diaper significantly since starting her regression training with Andrew, and so wasn’t in any danger of toppling over, but that didn’t mean she could hide the very visible waddle, and notoriously audible crinkle from her backside every step of the way, especially with her onesie keeping the padding snug and close to her fur.
“Oh, it’s medium. One of the ones that has a built-in play area for cubs, I think you’ll like it,” Andrew replied, putting a sound none of Star’s fears to rest, then took her by the paw, let her watch him pack her diaper bag, and headed out the door where Jeeves, Andrew’s butler, had already pulled around one of his cars from the in-ground garage. It was the Bentley today, the oversized child seat already having been switched into the back, and ready for Star to be strapped into. This was common practice for their drives together by now, and the lynx allowed herself to be restrained like a toddler without more than a cursory squirm, and even that was stilled by a swat on her backside and a curt glare from Andrew, leaving her a blushy, squirmy kitten as he settled into the driver’s seat for the drive into London.
Luckily it wasn’t a long drive, and thus put Star as far away from areas she knew, and people she was familiar with, as possible. The lynx had made it clear that she was not ready to come out about this stuff to anyone she knew personally, especially anyone at work, and, luckily for their relationship, Andrew had respected that.
With nothing else to occupy her mind, Star suckled on the nursing bottle she was handed from Andrew and fiddled with the snug, padded straps of her booster seat. It was all she could do to keep down the anxiety of the impending public humiliation she was about to endure. When they finally did arrive, Star glancing with a whimper out the heavily tinted window, she saw that Andrew’s assertion that the pub was only medium was nothing more than a white lie. It was, in fact, a large, family-friendly restaurant that easily could have fit a hundred people or more. It even had one of those big, fully windowed kids play areas, and the place was stuffed to the brink with Saturday morning traffic. There were laymen, parents and their children, business people, mangy high-school students and rowdy college kids sitting around the pub’s 82’ flat screen TV and eating their lunch. All this could be seen through the pub’s huge, clear glass windows, built in the modern style that seemed to emphasise minimal external support. Star was shivering when Andrew parked and opened the back door, smiling and beginning to unbuckle her.
“A-are you sure this is the right place…?” Star asked, curling into herself and trying to look as small as possible, even though her posture would probably draw even more attention than her odd outfit.
“Sure I’m sure,” Andrew said, taking the diapered, and now squishy kitten by the paw and leading her out of the car, “I don’t see her car, so it looks like we’re going to be alone until my friend gets here with her cub.”
“Oh… okay,” Star murmured under her breath as Andrew led her, always in front, up to the main door of the restaurant and let them both in. Star got a weird look from the lady at the front desk, her pacifier still hanging from the clip on her overalls, but nobody objected immediately as the kitten squirmed in place. Andrew seemed confident enough for both of them, and casually followed the waitress, squeezing Star’s paw for support, and both of them were seated side-by-side.
“Would you by any chance have a booster seat in Star’s size?” Andrew said, as the waitress was about to walk away. Star froze in place, eyes going wide as she stared at her daddy figure, and whimpered slightly as the woman lost her cohesion for a few moments, then politely replied in the negative and hurried away.
“A-andrew? Do you want to get us kicked out? Or arrested?” Star said, squirming as she was sat down in the booth, and put right back into her place with a glare from the panther.
“Quite, kitten,” Andrew said, letting Star have the window seat so she couldn’t get up without asking first. “Ah, yes, we’re awaiting company,” the black feline said when the waitress returned, clearly somewhat uncomfortable at the diapered and regressed kitten, “two menus and two kids menus, please.”
“Oh, uh, if you insist?” the waitress said, probably a minimum wage college student working weekends who had no experience at all with this sort of thing, but scurried away and returned with the four requested menus. Star couldn’t help but keep her eyes glued to the front door, and glanced around outside of the window for the person who would be her caretaker for the next two days. Andrew had implied that she would be as rich as he himself was, so she expected something obnoxious. Indeed she was proven correct when a Mercedes-Benz pulled into the pub’s driveway and parked, with no cares in the world, in one of the reserved parking spots right next to the door. The woman, who was surely Andrew’s friend, hadn’t even had the decency to tint the windows, and so the lynx could see everything as the woman, a reptilian lady that Andrew had earlier told her was named Serena, opened the front door of her luxury car, got out, and started unbuckling a humiliated and squirming boy from the back seat, restrained as he was in a similarly restricting booster seat as Star had been.
Star’s first observation about the boy, probably in his early twenties despite how he was dressed, wasn’t the absurd pair of baby blue shortalls and the childishly printed onesie underneath it, or the truly epic diaper bulge around his waist or rear, but his actual species. The lynx had always known Owls existed, but never met one herself. Birds of any kind were terribly rare, but, nonetheless, here was one and in only a slightly more humiliating situation than her herself.
Andrew chuckled a bit to himself, following her gaze to look out over the pair on the parking lot. Despite that it was only a few dozen steps to the front door, the reptile, another rare species that Star was aware of but not familiar with, insisted on buckling a sort of full body harness around the owl, complete with a crotch strap and everything, and attaching a short leash to a latch on the back, apparently wanting to make sure her little cub didn’t try anything in the few seconds it would take to get to the door. Like Star, the regressed little bird was only a titch above five feet, and didn’t look like he could run to save his life with a diaper like that on. The lynx did, however, admit that he had much more grace in them than she had had that very morning, when she had been put into something very similar for play-time and reduced to crawling for the duration.
“His name is Psudo,” Andrew said, cluing Star in about the Owl’s name, “At least when he’s allowed to act like a boy. His girl name changes from time to time.” The lynx blushed on the little owl’s behalf, face going bright pink at the thought, and asked a question that had only just occurred to her.
“That’s, erm, consensual… right daddy?” Star said, trying to hide her pink cheeks behind her shoulder blades and nodding over at the snake lady and her regressed charge, both of them walking through the front door to meet the greater just at that moment. Andrew chuckled.
“You could say that,” the panther grinned, “Serena offered to pay for his tuition and expenses, and give him a place to stay while he worked towards his degrees. But she had some conditions,” Star’s jaw fell open cartoonishly, and Andrew continued, “Oh, don’t give me that look. He knew what he was getting into beforehand, and he loves being a kid as much as you do. He just shows it by squirming furiously day and night.”
Star opened her mouth to make some retort on the little owl’s behalf as Serena brushed past the greeter at the front door, apparently heedless of them, but was promptly silenced with the rubber nipple of her pacifier before she could say a word. Upon reaching the table, Serena and Andrew stood and hugged one-another, and a warm greeting was exchanged. While this occurred, Star got her first real look at the woman that she was apparently being handed off to after lunch.
The snake was tall, over six feet, and stood a head and more over both the lynx and the owl, and even a few inches above the rather tall panther himself. She had a surprisingly warm smile and formal, business-like clothing that hid an exceptional feminine figure. She certainly seemed nice enough, at least at first glance…
“Oh, and is this your cutesy wutsy little kitty cat?” Serena said, grinning down at Star, loud enough for half the restaurant to hear, and pulled the little infantilized owl forward by his leash, the opening pleasantries apparently concluded. The lynx’s face flushed as pink as her overalls, and allowed herself to be drawn out of the seat by a paw to meet and greet her new playmate.
“Star, this is my little stinky bottom owlet, Psudo,” Serena joked, the bird’s face apparently now reduced to a permanent shade of red by the constant teasing. Psudo raised a mitted paw and waved embarrassedly at the kitten, and everyone promptly filed back into their seats, Psudo and Star across from one another. Unfortunately they couldn’t do much in the way of conversation, what with Star unable to remove her pacifier without permission, and Psudo either unwilling or unable to talk in his mommy figure’s presence.
“Umm, excuse me?” One of the waitresses said, the one from earlier, trying to look like there wasn’t a problem. She was given the lie by the suited manager, two feet behind and to the left of her, and looking like he was ready to call the police at the drop of a hat. “We just meant to, erm, ask what it is you’re doing? Some of the other diners have expressed… concerns.”
Serena replied without a moment’s concern or hesitation, “we’re not leaving, if that’s what you mean to imply. I’ll have you know that I own both this building, and the pub itself,” she turned to the manager with a deceptively playful smile, clearly enjoying both of their confusion, “and, I might add, as the owner I’ll have you know that the dress-code doesn’t apply to myself, or my friends. In fact my friend here and I would greatly appreciate it if you took all necessary efforts to make these two,” she glanced between the owl and the lynx, “feel as small and helpless as possible, since you’ve been so intolerably impolite. Thank you.”
Serena hadn’t actually said that they’d both be fired if they didn’t do as they were told, but she strongly hinted it. The waitress looked back at the manager, who had gone off to the office to make a phone-call, but, upon coming back, simply gave a helpless look at the waitress and pulled her over for a private conference.
“Our sincerest apologies,” the waitress said upon returning a few minutes later, blushing for the sake of the two regressed adults and averting her eyes from the spectacle, “those two are, umm, very cute…” she continued, sounding almost like she was asking a question, but then nodded, handed the four person party their menus, two adult menus and two children’s, then walked away.
Inwardly, Star was a mess of confused embarrassment and, oddly enough, a bit of shame that the woman’s job had been threatened because of what, as far as she could see, was a completely legitimate concern. Andrew quickly clued into this, seeing Star staring blankly at her laminated menu, and gave her a hug, “Don’t worry, kitten. Serena’s a good person, nobody’s going to get harmed by that.”
“Pwomise…?” Star mumbled, allowing Andrew to gently pull her into his lap, made possible by the pub’s tall tables, and felt instantly better, even purring a bit.
“I promise,” Andrew said with a smile, gently licking the back of Star’s head, and sent her instantly back into her comforted kitten mindset. The owl, too, Star could see, was getting the parental affection and slowly regressing, his mommy figure having taken to scratching the top of his head gently while they waited. Upon returning, Star hadn’t realized until after the fact that Andrew and Serena had both ordered on behalf of their respective cubs. The lynx perked up, still in the panther’s lap, blushing fiercely at the realization that, once again, she’d had an accident while kittening out, and blushed, trying unsuccessfully to make herself invisible against Andrew’s black fur. She’d piddle herself in public, and anyone with a nose worth half a grain of salt would know it.
“Now, Andrew,” Serena said, standing up and letting her now unleashed hatchling do so as well, “I think we should let these two play around in the jungle gym and get some exercise. That’s what it’s there for, after all,” the panther chuckled and agreed, and, with a great deal of coaxing and some strange looks from practically everyone in the pub – Star’s face was already pink as the dawn, and wasn’t getting much better as the meal went on – led both herself and her new playmate over to the nearby, child-proofed door to the pub’s play area. It had one of those extensive plastic tunnel systems, the kind that small children couldn’t get enough of, and some other games, ball pits and the like.
“Let me see your paws, sweetie,” Andrew said after Psudo had been swatted on the butt and sent off to play with the other children, all of them less than half Star’s actual age. Obedient as always, Star held out her hands as her daddy took out a pair of thick fabric mitts, the sort that Star had become extensively familiar with during the past few months, and, despite her embarrassment, allowed her paws to be confined in the tight, thumbless garments. These ones didn’t have locks on them – the parents probably wouldn’t have it – but they did have a strap and buckle hidden under a fold so they couldn’t be removed by their wearer. The lynx slumped in submission, hearing some of the other children in the room joke and tease her quietly, some asking why someone as big as her was in a diaper and wearing a pacifier. She had no answer for them, other than that she wanted it… though Star was presently humiliated to the point of questioning that, now.
Long having surrendered most of her dignity with regards to her place as an adult, Star didn’t squirm nearly as much as she might have under normal circumstances. She was still mostly cub inside her head, and the kitten in Star knew that daddy knew best. Once the buckles were fastened snugly and hidden in their folds, Andrew gave a court smile and sent the lynx to play with a diaper pat. Star did, submitting to the reality of the situation with a sigh, then smiled and decided to seek out her new playmate. Maybe they could get acquainted in private in the various tunnels, free from under the eyes of their chosen parental figures.
To his credit, the little owl was strikingly hard to track down, and significantly faster in baby garb than Star was, even moving up and down the various climbing areas in hid four inches of diaper with surprising agility. The lynx only managed to catch up after Psudo had unintentionally cornered himself in a viewing tunnel near the top of the jungle gym. A few seconds after he’d realized this, he’d been playfully pounced by the lynx, and tickled with gusto because of the amount of hoops she’d needed to jump through to catch him.
“H-heeyhehehe!” Psudo gasped, flailing in the plastic tunnel as Star’s mitted paws danced up and down his vulnerable belly and sides. Even through the denim and fabric, he was clearly monsterously ticklish, and it wasn’t twenty seconds before his uncontrollable laughing turned to whimpering, Psudo’s cheeks turning bright pink, and Star relented. “Yay… now I’m soggy,” the owl said, crossing his wings in a pout, then sighed and slumped.
“Hey, come on… don’t be sad…” Star said, realizing she might have gone a bit far with the tickles, and hugged him warmly, “I’m sure your mommy will change you.”
“In a public bathroom…” Psudo replied, face fully flushed again, but accepted the hug, reflexively returning it, and then nuzzled Star’s head as well, “making sure everyone knows how much of a helpless little hatchling I am, etcetera, etcetera…”
Star nodded her understanding… the idea of a public diaper changed had her wriggling in embarrassment just at the thought, “would she actually do that so publically? Even if she does own the place?” Star inquired, having slight second thoughts about spending the night with this friend of her daddy’s. “And don’t you… you know… like it?”
The owl chirped, rolling his whole head sarcastically, “she’d probably change me on a park bench if I gave her the change…” but then he squirmed a bit at the second question, “Erm, and that’s… kind of complicated…” Star listened to a few more half sentences, sitting back on one side of a domed plastic pod that looked out over the whole pub, and letting Psudo have the other side as they talked. The owl continued, “I mean, not at first. I thought it was just some weird fetish thing. But…” his face turned pink again, giving the lie to any negative assertion he might have made, “I… I guess I kind of learned to like it?”
Star giggled, scooting over and poking the owl in the belly, “Bull, you love being a cub, same as me. Don’t deny it.”
Psudo opened his beak to talk again, but found himself at a loss for words, before eventually flopping on his backside, the squish of his diaper audible even through the onesie and shortalls, and immediately sighed again, smiling a bit, “I guess I’m just a little flustered… This is my first time meeting another… whatever the heck this is called,” he gestured to his infantile clothing and giggled, trying to act in a better spirit, and Star chuckled as well, poking his belly.
“Alright, little stinky bottom owlet,” Star teased, sticking her tongue out at Psudo, who immediately blushed a river and covered his face with his wings.
“H-heeey! That’s not cool… Mushy kitten,” the bird pouted, and Star just shook her head in hilarity.
“You’re so cute when you squirm. I can see why it’s so much fun for them, teasing us about being babies and all,” the lynx retorted, crawling over next to her new friend and putting an arm around his shoulders, “even if you’re clearly the bigger baby.”
“I am not! You can barely walk straight!” Psudo shot back, pouncing and tickling Star’s for a little payback. The tension broken, the two of them rolled around and played in the jungle gym in unbridled mirth until their food was ready, jostling and teasing all the while.