Bartleby And The Abyssal Nursery
another hellish tale from Alex Reynard 


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is dedicated to the incomparable Alfador Fox, who not only writes some of the most adorable cubbie tales under the sun (and provided Godlike editing assistance on Dangerous Lunatics), but was also the creative force behind a huge chunk of the concepts behind this talcum-powdered tale. The Abyssal Nursery and Mikhloria Zantetziki are both (c) him. More thanks go out to fledgling furry writer EvilGod, for the idea of Crystal, and for his support and open-mindedness in regards to my writing endeavors.

WARNING: This story contains more diapers than you can shake a stick at. Believe me, I tried. I went in my backyard, found a stick of approximately twelve inches, and attempted to shake it at all the diapers in this story. I could not. You should not attempt this either, unless you are a professional.

ANOTHER WARNING: If you don't know by now what kind of kaleidoscopic fetishy hooplah goes on in my Bartleby stories, you should probably run away screaming right now and save yourself the trouble.


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Bartleby Fletch was wrapped head to toe in duct tape, allowing room only for his eyes and rather large noseleaf, while being slowly lowered via a winch into an enormous cauldron full of boiling oil.

The reason for this was simple: he'd spelled 'facetious' wrong.

He could feel tremendous heat on his soles. Soon, that roiling, burbling liquid would touch his toes and quickly consume the rest of him.

Mrs. Irweena Schaddenfreude tapped him lightly on the nose with the end of her favorite riding crop. "Tsk tsk, Mr. Fletch! You forgot last week's lesson! Remember how I said that 'facetious' is always easy to spell because it's one of only a pawful of words in the English language that contains all five vowels arranged alphabetically?"

Bartleby groaned, remembering. "Frrrmmff," he mumbled apologetically.

"Hopefully this will help you remember next time," she said cheerfully. She pulled down hard on the winch's lever, sending her pupil splashing into the vat of oil. Bartleby shrieked and wriggled and murred orgasmically as the wonderful heat engulfed his body and made him feel yiffy all over.

Spelling bees in Mrs. Schaddenfreude's class were always very interesting, since the lovingly sadistic mouselady always put her vast collection of medieval torture instruments to work on those who missed a word. Bartleby had actually come quite a ways, and had enjoyed watching most of the rest of the class fall before him. Tina Lin was currently writhing about on the rack, her panties soaked to near-transparency. Jeff had been bound and put in the thumbscrews, (though the part of him actually in the device was *definitely* not his thumb). Amy's blood, and various other fluids, were pooling out around the bottom of the iron maiden. And Ryan was letting out intermittent yelps as an automatic wooden fanny-whacker went to town on his round furry buttocks.

Still remaining on the stage were Lexi Addams, Xander Oakley and a shivering little skunk named Caroline Parkins, who knew she wasn't very good at spelling and had gotten by so far on an extremely lucky streak.

"Caroline?" Mrs. Schaddenfreude piped up.

The skunkgirl practically peed herself.

Seeing the girl's nervousness, Mrs. S. decided not to torment her further. This was supposed to be fun after all. "Your word is 'giblet'."

Caroline let out a puff of relief. That was an easy one! She smiled confidently. "Giblet! J-I-B-L..." She smacked her forehead. "Oh, poop."

Xander and Lexi tried to keep themselves from giggling.

Mrs. Schaddenfreude felt sorry for the poor girl. "Don't take it too hard, honey. We've all had slipups like that before. Though I'm afraid I do have to send you to the catapult for that."

The skunkgirl hung her head, feeling like a total doof. "I know. I'm sorry, Mrs. Schaddenfreude." Cooperatively, she let her teacher lead her along to the large wooden structure near the door which was visibly vibrating from pent-up kinetic energy.

Mrs. S. lifted her up and placed her gently in the bucket. "You did just fine otherwise, Caroline. I know this isn't your best subject, and I'm very proud of you for getting as far as you did," she said, and kissed her student between the ears.

The little skunk smiled and gave her teacher a grateful hug. She loved being in Mrs. Schaddenfreude's class for all the fun punishments, but even more because the pretty mouselady was such a caring and supportive furson underneath her naughty facade.

"All ready?" Mrs. S. asked, taking hold of the release lever.

"Ready!" Caroline confirmed. "And by the way; G-I-B-L-E-T!"

"Good girl!" Mrs. Schaddenfreude smiled brightly and pulled back on the lever. The catapult went swiftly into action. Had they been outside, it would have certainly flung little Caroline several miles through the air. Instead, since they were inside, it merely smashed her with unthinkable force into the back wall, turning her instantly into a gigantic red smear that covered half the classroom.

From somewhere in the middle of the bloody mess came giggles.

Mrs. Schaddenfreude turned back to the remaining spellers. "Alright then! Just two left! Miss Addams, your word is 'indubitably'."

The little hyena straightened up and took a deep breath. She was sure she knew this one! "Indubitably. I-N-D-U-B-I-T-A-B-L-Y. Indubitably!"

"Excellent!" Mrs. Schaddenfreude praised. "Indubitably correct. ...Literally!"

Lexi stuck her tongue out at Xander. He merely smiled foxily at her. She got a sudden hunch he was planning something mischievous. Well, he was in for a surprise then! Lexi had always been a good speller and was very proud at that fact. There was no _way_ she was going to let him win!

Mrs. S. gave a nod to the young fox. "Mister Oakley, your word is 'sanctimonious'."

Xander flashed his competitor a toothy grin. "Sanctimonious. P-X-Z-L-Q-R-12-V-86. Sanctimonious."

Lexi was shocked. Mrs. Schaddenfreude was not amused. "Xander, that is not correct and you know it!"

The pudgy little fox shrugged. "Hey, it's getting close to lunchtime and I know Lexi's a better speller than me anyway," he explained.

Mrs. S. rolled her eyes. "You are an incorrigible little boy!" she told Xander. "Get your tail over here right this instant!"

He did so, giggling gleefully.

Xander's plan became clear now. At first Lexi had been mildly flattered that he'd throw the contest just to be nice to her, but now she realized he'd done it just to get an extra punishment! "You little..." she muttered to herself, unable to keep a broad grin from appearing on her muzzle at her friend's antics.

Xander was told to stand in front of Mrs. Schaddenfreude's desk while she got something special for him from out of her magic closet. He bounced up and down on his toes in anticipation. He practically fainted when she emerged with a cannon the size of a station wagon.

"Hand me that bag of gunpowder, would you?" she asked him.

Xander was quick to comply. "Yes ma'am!!"

The sexy mouselady dumped the entire contents of the gunpowder pouch down the cannon's barrel. She then snatched Xander up by the scruff of his neck and hurled him in too. She could hear his giggles echo in the dark chamber. Only his little brown paws were visible at the mouth of the barrel.

Mrs. Schaddenfreude lit the fuse, then proceeded to paddle Xander's feet as it burned down. "Xander, I believe you are the single naughtiest fox I have ever taught in all my years as an educator! Why, sometimes it seems as if you actually *like* my punishments!"

"Tee hee hee," said Xander.

When the cannon finally went off, the resulting explosion not only tore Xander to bits, it also blew up half the classroom. Mrs. Schaddenfreude's paddle went flying across the room to split Ryan's skull in half. Lexi and three other students were rendered into meaty chunks. And everyone else found themselves completely covered in soot.

The lunch bell rang.

It was a good thing too, since after an outburst like that it would have been impossible to continue the daily lessons. The kids were all laughing their pants off, wishing themselves clean and willing their bodies to reform. Caroline peeled herself off the wall and in the blink of an eye was back to being a pretty little fluffy skunkgirl. Bartleby un-smelted himself and joined Lexi in helping Xander gather up all the little scraps of himself that were still floating about in the air. Many other students were filing out the door, eager to fill their hungry tummies.

Lexi tapped Bartleby on the shoulder once Xander was fully himself again. "Hey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about over lunch," she said, sounding quite serious.

Bartleby nodded. He'd noticed her giving him odd little glances all morning long. He could tell she had something on her mind; some secret she wanted to share with him, but wasn't sure of the outcome.

As the three friends were about to leave the classroom, Mrs. Schaddenfreude approached them. "Lexi, I almost forgot..."

The little hyena turned around. It was kinda funny seeing her normally immaculate teacher all covered in gunpowder residue.

"Here is your prize for winning the spelling bee." The regal mousette reached behind her desk and brought out a two-foot-long double-headed translucent magenta dildo.

"Yaaay!!" Lexi squealed, accepting the immense plastic phallus. She cuddled it like a teddybear. "Thanks Mrs. Schaddenfreude!! I'm sure it'll get lots of use!"

Xander's eyes were wide. "Dang," he grumbled to Bartleby, "now I'm sorry I threw the contest!"


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Bartleby stared down at his tray. Today's special was salisbury steak. "Who is this?" he asked Lexi.

"Robbie Rourke, I think," she replied. "At least, I'm pretty sure his name was on the lunch roster for today."

"He's that raccoon kid from Miss Vader's class, right?" Bartleby remembered.

Lexi nodded. They both sat down at their usual table. (Xander was off with some other friends, having a miniature yaoi orgy/food fight over at table thirteen.)

Bartleby tried a bite. "Hmm. Well, he's tasty, whoever he is."

School lunch at Perdition Elementary was run on a fair and unanimously enjoyable lotto system. Each morning, several children's names would appear on the lunch board in the main hallway. These students were then expected to report to the cafeteria ASAP to be cooked up by the school's lunchladies into tasty recipes. Everyone got a turn eventually. Bartleby himself had been chosen twice since arriving in Hell; once to become sloppy joes and another time as one of the ingredients in a pizza's pepperoni! It was all painless and yiffy, just like everything else in their circle of the abyss, and (as such things had a way of happening in the Naughty level) you almost always got picked on a day when you would've liked to have the morning off anyway. Being called in for lunch was a great way to get out of taking tests.

Inbetween forkfuls, Bartleby noticed his hyena friend bowing her head and uttering a short prayer as she always did before meals. Bartleby's mind pounced. He's been wondering for weeks why she did this, and now he'd finally remembered to ask at an appropriate time.

He waited until she'd taken a bite and swallowed. Her little pink tongue looked cute licking her lips. "Say, Lexi...?"

"Hmm?" she asked, her eyebrows going up as she sipped her milk.

"I've been wondering for a long time now what your little mealtime prayer's all about. I don't think it's weird or anything; I'm just curious."

Far from being offended, she smiled brightly at his interest. "That's okay, Bartleby. I kinda feel like a goof now for not telling you earlier."

"I don't mind," he said. "It just seems a little weird to be praying to God, considering where he already sent us."

Lexi snorted. "Oh, I'm not praying to _God_! He's a big meanie!" Her tone said clearly he should've realized that already. Bartleby had already begun feeling foolish before the sentence was even out of his mouth.

"I'm not praying to the Devil either," Lexi added quickly. "Though you *can* pray to him if you wanna. A lot of people send him little 'thank you notes' sometimes."

Bartleby thought that was a neat idea. He could just picture Big Red slumped over his desk, doing paperwork as usual, and hearing little prayers out of nowhere every now and then to cheer him up. The thought made him smile.

Lexi continued. "Actually, it's an old hyena tradition, dating all the way back to our earliest half-nonev ancestors in Africa."

"Really? That's neat." Bartleby knew precious little about his own forebears, though the subject interested him. He wondered if Terry'd have any information on the subject.

Lexi nodded proudly. "Uh huh! My Grandma taught me all about it. What we do is, instead of praying to a god, we give thanks to our ancestors. Everyone in our family who came before us. 'Cuz basically, if they hadn't made all the decisions they did, I wouldn't even *be* here! So, whenever you find yourself in a really happy moment, you think about all the other moments that led up to it and give thanks to everyone in the past who helped get you there."

Bartleby thought that was really cool. "Fascinating!"

She liked knowing he wasn't just feigning interest (as had some classmates she'd told). One of the reasons she liked Bartleby so much as a friend was because of his eagerness to embrace all the new things he encountered. "We also do it at mealtimes as kind of a tradition. Like how some families say grace."

Bartleby took another bite of his schoolmate. "I'd never even heard of anything like that before. Maybe I could come over and visit sometime and you could tell me more about hyena stuff."

"Sure! My grandma knows a lot about our roots. She'll talk for hours if you get her started!"

Bartleby chuckled. "I'm sorry I don't have much to tell about bat traditions. My family's always been kinda... What's the word...?"

"Out-of-touch?" Lexi guessed.

"Um, that's not *quite* what I was thinking, but it works." He shrugged.

She giggled and leaned over to give his cheekfur a quick nuzzle. "Hey, that reminds me. I wanted to ask you something. Are you free this Saturday?"

Bartleby checked his internal day planner. "Uh... I think so. Yeah. Probably."

"Okay. Do you think you'd like to come with me to this really schway place I know of?" she asked shyly, her words carrying equal amounts enticement and uncertainty.

"What kind of place?"

Lexi was more than a little nervous, but she knew that no matter what, Bartleby would be polite about it even if he didn't want to go. His gentlemanliness was dependable. "Wellll... Have you ever heard of the Abyssal Nursery?"

Bartleby furrowed his brow. "I... think so. Didn't you mention it the day after I arrived?"

Lexi scarfed a quick bite of her cornbread square. "That's right." 

"I don't remember what you said about it though. It's a nursery; does it have plants?"

She giggled. "Not hardly! It's a place for furs who like being treated like babies. I go there all the time."

Bartleby gave her an 'I'm not following you' look.

She sighed just a little in apprehension. "Um... have you ever thought about what it'd be like to wear a diaper?" she squeaked out.

"Whaaaat!?" said Bartleby.


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The lunch period at Perdition Elementary was actually several hours long (more, if you felt like bending time a little), which Lexi was glad for. She could tell Bartleby would need lots and lots of explanation about this.

"A diaper!?" he yelped. "I don't need one of those!"

"Calm down!" she said, making shushing hand gestures. "I know you don't. It's just..." She blushed. "It's something I kinda enjoy. Sometimes. Like a fetish thing."

Bartleby paused. "Oh. OH! Okay, I think I get it now. I was thinking something _completely_ different." A diaper fetish was certainly a little odd, but considering all the other naughty stuff that went on in the aptly-named Naughty level, Bartleby had learned quickly that just about anything, no matter how bizarre, could make someone out there yiffy.

And with Lexi in particular, it was even more understandable. He knew she was a very earthy girl. She was completely comfortable with bodily functions of all kinds. She reveled in being gross. She had introduced him to pee play a few weeks ago, and he'd even begun to tolerate the idea of scat, since she liked it so much. In that light, diapers didn't really seem so much of a stretch.

Lexi could practically read Bartleby's mind; his facial features were telegraphing his thought processes perfectly. She saw his expression rapidly change from outright confusion to tentative acceptance. "So, the idea doesn't freak you out too much, I hope?"

"No, no. It's okay. I'm not sure if *I'd* wanna wear one, but if you like diapers, that's cool with me." He took a sip of milk. "So, this place you're talking about, is it like a diaper-wearers' club or something?"

She shook her head. "It's SO much more than that! Diapers are just one tiny part of the whole baby thing. It's all about letting go of your responsibilities and just being a little bitty kit again for a while. Everything's taken care of for you. All you have to worry about is how much fun you want to have. It can be very relaxing."

"That does sound kinda fun," Bartleby admitted.

"The Nursery's a *huge* place. There's different sections for all sorts of people, since the whole infantilism fetish is so broad," she said.

Bartleby had never heard the word 'infantilism' before, but it was easy enough to figure out in context.

Lexi counted off on her fingers. "Like, some of it's cubs like us who just want to have some diapery fun for a while. A _lot_ of it's grownups who are under a ton of stress and want to go all the way back and be totally helpless and get away from everything."

Bartleby nodded. That made sense. He could just see some high-powered business executive goin' nuts and throwing away his suit and briefcase in favor of a baby bottle.

"Some of it's teenagers who are tired of having to act all macho and cool 'n whatever. Some even think of it as kind of a punk thing. I've seen big kids with diapers on who've also got mohawks and green hair and safety pins through their ears."

"Like a rebellion thing?" the little bat guessed.

"I think so. Some other people even get themselves transformed into babies permanently and stay at the nursery forever. I don't think I'd wanna do _that_, but it is a really fun place to visit."

Back when he was alive, Bartleby was sure he never would have agreed to any of this. But now that he'd moved on, he'd already experienced an astonishing variety of bizarrities, some of which he hadn't even thought possible at first. He'd been eaten at least thirty times by now, and in several different ways. He'd been beheaded, coccooned, dunked in molten lava, crushed in a garbage truck, and experienced plenty more peculiarities he couldn't even recall at the moment. He'd allowed himself countless times to give in to his yiffy desires and had enjoyed the loving touch of dozens of fursons, of all different ages, species and genders.

The simple fact was, he had finally gotten to a point where his internal defenses were down and he'd let himself admit the truth: he liked being gently forced into trying new things. He was curious by nature, but also shy. It was hard for him to initiate anything yiffy and different on his own. Yet if someone gave him a little push in that direction, he usually allowed himself to relax and go with it. It was one of many reasons why he liked Xander and Lexi so much; they were always testing his comfort zones, but gently, and in ways he always ended up enjoying.

And all this was okay. It was okay that he was shy and liked being prodded into new adventures. He liked resisting a little at first, then experiencing the joy of giving in and having fun. It was just who he was, and he didn't have to change that if he didn't want to. The whole point of the Naughty level was to make everyone comfortable with who they truly were inside.

So, understanding all this, maybe it was also okay if he wanted to be a little bit bold every now and then.

He smiled confidently. "What time Saturday?"

Lexi squealed and tacklehugged him.


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'Time flies when you're having fun' is what people say on Earth. In the Naughty level however, it does just the opposite. Mrs. Schaddenfreude had given a fascinating lecture once about how the all-knowing giving force of Hell (that which causes happy coincidences and sets up meetings between soon-to-be-friends) has the ability to bend and stretch time like taffy. If you were a good furson, your happiest moments would seem to last forever. Your best days would feel like weeks. But if you'd been evil, a single minute of suffering could last just as long. As with everything else in Hell, it all came down to what you truly deserved.

For Bartleby, Saturday arrived exactly when he wanted it to. He was on his computer, playing a video game with Terry cheering him on, and had just finished a level and hit 'save' when his doorbell rang. (The 'bell' was actually a few notes from a harpsichord; Bartleby thought it sounded cool)

"Come on in! You're right on time!" he called out.

Normally, Bartleby's cozy cave room was as perfectly self-contained as an egg. But whenever he wanted to leave or someone else wanted to enter, a door would appear wherever it was most convenient. Lexi stepped through and let her eyes adjust. "Geez, it's always so dim in here."

Bartleby shrugged. "I'm a bat."

"Not that I don't like it here. The red's a really pretty col-" Lexi stopped in mid-sentence.

Bartleby blushed.

Both the bat boy and his stuffed fox companion were wearing crinkly plastic diapers around their nether regions.

Lexi was speechless for a moment, then started laughing so hard she had to balance herself on one of Bartleby's bedposts to keep from falling on the floor. "Bartleby, I can't believe you!!"

The batboy grinned, quite pleased with how his surprise had turned out.

When Lexi was able to stand again, she bounced over and gave him a great big squeeze. "You're so awesome. I love how you're always trying your best to make me comfortable about the stuff I like. You're one of the most understanding fursons I've ever met." She ended her sentence with a kiss on his noseleaf.

Bartleby giggled. He kissed her pretty chocolate-dipped muzzle. "I like it when you show me new things. And, um, I put these on also 'cause I wanted a bit of practice before we go."

"Well, take them off, silly!"

Bartleby was understandably confused. "What? Why? I thought we were going to a place where everyone'll have them on."

"Of course," Lexi said. "But half the fun is getting diapered by one of the Caretaker Succubi once you're there!" She noticed Terry and made sure to give him a quick cuddle. "Hi Terry!"

"Good afternoon, Lexi," the little cloth fox replied. It had taken some experimentation, but eventually Terry was able to show his aliveness in the presence of Bartleby's friends. Normally, Real plushies are special only to their owner; any other furson wouldn't see anything but an inanimate toy. But having heard of them before, Lexi did some research and found out that all it took was belief and a strong connection to the plushie's owner, and then the plush in question would be real to them too.

Bartleby had his diaper around his ankles. "I didn't, um, use it yet though."

Lexi smiled devilishly. "By the end of the day, you _will_," she promised.

Bartleby gulped, but his penis seemed rather intrigued by the idea.

"Oooh!" said Lexi. "That's another good reason to get out of that diaper! With it on, I can't give you a fantastic blowjob!"

"Sounds logical to me," Terry noted.

Bartleby's penis *really* liked that idea! It shot straight up like it knew the answer on a blackboard.

Lexi had on a smart burgundy jacket and skirt, which she didn't have on for much longer. Her garments were flung aside as she darted towards Bartleby like a penis-seeking missile.

Bartleby let out a low moan as Lexi's muzzle slipped over his hard boycock. Lexi made various slurping and 'mmm'ing sounds. "Lexi... wait..." Bartleby said.

She made a questioning sound (without taking her mouth off the tasty bat sausage, of course).

"Let's lie on my bed so I can suck yours too," Bartleby said.

You could practically see little cartoon hearts shooting out of Lexi's head. "Alright! You're such a gentleman, Bartleby!" She giggled and hopped up onto Bartleby's bed. It was extra soft, since his wings were quite tender. Lexi found it good for bouncing.

Bartleby cast off his T-shirt and nearly slipped on his discarded diaper as he walked over. He gave Lexi a hug, then nuzzled her pretty breasts with his noseleaf. She giggled at the rubbery feel of it.

Her slim girlcock was already on display. Like all hyenas, her crotch appeared at first glance to be male. Her penis wasn't completely functional, but it sure was fun to play with! She'd customized it a bit to make it more streamlined. She had no sheath, just a very aerodynamic jet-black penis emerging above her cunny where any normal clitoris would be.

Bartleby eagerly licked it. Lexi shivered with pleasure. Bartleby's bat tongue was thin, long and very flexible!

Bartleby loved playing with Lexi's bits. They were unique, visually appealing, and very tasty! (In more ways than one: Xander's mom made some excellent hyena penis soup.) Since her femboner tapered so nicely, it was also easy to swallow it right down to the base. Bartleby did so. It always amazed him how smooth it felt; almost like rubber.

Bartleby's penis wasn't nearly as exotic, but that didn't mean Lexi liked it any less. She was fond of all kinds of penises. Especially when they belonged to her friends. She toyed with Bartleby's cock like a puppy, biting and tugging on it gently.

While his owner and his friend began to 69, Terry sat back against the side of the computer and watched. Whatever made his boy happy made him happy as well. He reached into his tiny diaper and began contentedly pawing off.

Bartleby bobbed his head up and down on Lexi's smooth shaft. He liked encircling it with his tongue and giving it a firm squeeze. He liked how this position lined his nose up perfectly with Lexi's cunny, so he could nudge and tickle it while breathing in her savory girl musk.

Lexi's nose proved useful as well. She liked bumping it into Bartleby's balls and making him jump. Like all canines, she had a cold nose!

Bartleby pressed his noseleaf hard against Lexi's fragrant onyx folds while lashing her cock lovingly with his tongue.

Lexi nibbled at the opening of Bartleby's sheath as she held his length in her throat. She liked feeling Bartleby twitch a little when she gave him tiny bites. She knew he didn't mind. Especially since he and Xander bit each other's dicks off all the time.

In fact, that gave her an idea. "Bite it, Bartleby! Bite it hard!"

Happy to oblige, Bartleby sunk his sharp little fangs into the black flesh, just behind the tip. A splash of girljuice painted Bartleby's nose.

Lexi growled in delight! "Again! Harder! Bite it right off if you wanna!"

Excited now, Bartleby dug in harder. Xander was usually the one to be most enthusiastic about a good penectomy, but Lexi enjoyed them too from time to time. Bartleby slowly bit down deeper until he tasted just a hint of blood.

Lexi screamed and came. Thick blorts of hyena cum filled Bartleby's mouth suddenly and spilled out from his cheeks onto their fur.

Bartleby snapped his jaws shut, separating Lexi's tip as neatly as a surgeon. He felt the little strawberry-shaped bit of his friend go tumbling into his mouth. As he swallowed it, he came too, giving Lexi a delicious bat milkshake.

Afterwards, the two cubs panted a lot and licked their lips. "You always taste great," Bartleby said.

"Thanks! And I like how my dick feels without a head. Maybe I'll stay like this a while." There were days when she even shrunk it down to normal clitoris size, but only because it felt so different that way. Even if it made some boys squeamish, Lexi loved her cock and was proud of it. She looked down at her tipless equipment. "Naah." She grew the peak back in a wink; it looked much better intact.

"So, are we ready to go?" Lexi asked as she scooted off of Bartleby.

Bartleby slid off the bed too and reached for his T-shirt. "I guess so. Do we have to get there by a certain time?"

Lexi shook her head. She started getting dressed too. "Nope. Whenever you want. The Abyssal Nursery's always open and we can stay as long as we like."

Bartleby was about to select a pair of shorts to replace his diaper, but instead decided to go without. It felt nice to let your wang flop in the breeze sometimes.

Terry was blushing now, and Lexi noticed. "What's up, fuzzybutt?" she asked.

Terry giggled. "Um, watching you two got me so excited... I kinda used my diaper."

Bartleby turned to look as Terry undid the sticky fasteners on either side of his diaper. He opened it up to reveal...

Lexi and Bartleby both cracked up.

...several strands of yellow yarn in front and three brown pom-poms in the back.


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Lexi made Terry happy by changing his diaper and then giving him a great big hug. She and Bartleby kissed him goodbye as they left through the portal. Terry hopped down off the desk and climbed up on the bed. Like all Real plushies, whenever his owner was away, Terry would simply drift off to sleep and dream of him until he returned.

Meanwhile, the two cubs portaled out in Bartleby's default destination: a block away from the school. Bartleby asked how far it was to the Nursery and what mode of transportation they should take. Lexi said it was pretty far. She didn't want to go by portal though. 'One step and you're there' was only for when you didn't have time to enjoy the trip, she said. Lexi decided on the Matter Disintegrator Tubes and Bartleby enthusiastically agreed.

Around the corner was a Tube station; a small glass-walled building that looked much like a bus stop. Lexi keyed in their destination and made sure to hold paws with Bartleby so they'd both end up in the same place. Tubes were like that; if you weren't careful you could end up anywhere. Sometimes your parts might even end up in several different places. That was half the fun of using them!

A few more people entered and told the station where they wanted to go. After about five minutes, an alarm beeped and the door sealed itself shut. Bartleby and Lexi tensed in anticipation.

There was a short countdown and then laser beams erupted from the ceiling of the structure, obliterating everyone inside. Lexi felt her body painlessly sliced into a billion tiny pieces.

That was the Matter Disintegration part. Next came the Tube part. Just like a vacuum cleaner, the remains of the travellers were sucked up and shot at near-light speeds towards their destinations. The sensation of being rendered into dust and blasted across millions of miles a second was truly indescribable.

At a Tube station a block from the entrance to the Abyssal Nursery, a hatch opened and a shower of particles sprayed out. Giggling and dizzy, Lexi and Bartleby pulled themselves together.

After a Tube ride, one always felt quite pleasantly disoriented. A little like after your foot falls asleep, but all over. Bartleby shook himself and checked all his bits. "I think I'm missing a toe," he remarked. He counted them. "Yep, it's gone."

Lexi giggled. "I think I found it." She lifted her skirt to show a perfectly formed bat toe growing out of her hiney.

"Give that back! I need it!" Bartleby teased. Lexi 'eep'ed as he plucked the toe like a strawberry and replaced it on his foot.

"Well, Bartleby. It's right over there," Lexi said, pointing to the Nursery's entrance. The whole block was one gigantic building. Tall red brick walls without windows kept passersby guessing as to what went on inside. The gates were simple; wrought iron with "The Abyssal Nursery" sculpted intricately above them in cursive. Colorful balloons hung every few feet from small spires. "You ready?"

Bartleby nodded. They started walking towards the gates. "I'm a little worried about, um... poop stuff," he admitted.

Lexi patted his arm. "I understand. Most people are pretty grossed out by poop. Pee's a lot more acceptable. But remember, we *are* in Hell!"

"What's that mean?"

Lexi rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet! We're beings of pure thought now, right? We don't *really* need to eat and breathe and stuff. Whenever we do, that's just our imagination. Kinda."

Bartleby nodded. Mrs. Schaddenfreude always gave a detailed explanation of Hell's physics whenever a new student arrived. Right now, even though he could feel a breeze on his ears and pavement under his feet, he knew they didn't really exist as matter. All of Hell was like a shared dream. That was why no one could get hurt and there was always enough of everything whenever you wanted. Their pure energy forms were immortal; all that changed were their *perceptions* of themselves.

"So..." Bartleby reasoned, "it's not real poop?"

"Exactly," Lexi confirmed. "You know we don't get sick here. There's no germs. You could put your face right in a cow pie and it'd be as sterile as a rubber glove."

Bartleby accepted that. "Still, it's pretty stinky..."

"True. Of course, if you want, you don't have to poop *poop*."

Bartleby's brain couldn't quite process that. "Excuse me?"

Lexi's grin lit up "It doesn't _have_ to be feces. You can poop anything if you want to! Chocolate pudding, oatmeal..." She grinned. "...Your guts!"

Bartleby made an 'a-ha!' face. "Okay, I get it. I can choose whatever comes out of me."

"Sure! It's your body." They were just outside the gates. "Better try it now. Once you're diapered, sometimes you find yourself having 'accidents'." She giggled, obviously excited by the idea.

Bartleby shrugged. "Okay..." He thought a bit, then got a good idea. Since he wasn't wearing pants anyway, he squatted right there on the sidewalk and pushed. He grunted. Feeling it come out, he quickly held his winghand under his butt.

Lexi watched, admiring Bartleby's bravery in doing this right out in the open. She wondered what he was pooping.

Bartleby finished with a happy sigh. "For you," he said, handing something to Lexi.

The little hyena came very close to wetting herself from laughter. It was a chocolate bar. With peanuts. And still in the wrapper, even!

She gave Bartleby a hug and tried to thank him, but couldn't stop laughing long enough. Eventually she was able to unwrap the candy bar and take a bite. Perfectly normal candy and totally delicious. She thanked Bartleby with a chocolate-covered kiss.

With that, they stepped through the gates into the Abyssal Nursery.


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Bartleby found himself walking down a long tunnel with powder-blue walls. The lights were dim but not dark. The ceiling was a very wide arc. A few people passed, all of them looking happy. Bartleby was a little surprised; he'd expected a nursery to look different.

The tunnel floor took a gentle dip and ended at a pair of frosted glass doors.

"This is it," Lexi said. "Ready to get diapered?"

Bartleby nodded.

Lexi opened the doors.

The noise level skyrocketed as soon as they stepped through. Bartleby's eyes went wide. THIS was what he'd been expecting!

They were only in the *lobby* and it was so packed with color and excitement Bartleby could barely believe his senses! The room was shaped like an enormous oval. Dozens upon dozens of furs of all ages bustled to and fro. Some wore diapers or other little kit attire proudly. Others looked nervous but ready to shed their selves and become young again. Cubs ran about freely. Balloons bobbed everywhere. A mural ran all along the room depicting naughty cubs at play (Bartleby noticed some were yiffing, and others were quite enthusiastically filling their diapers). Pretty demons staffed a variety of reception desks, each of them with a sign overhead: 'ADULT BABIES', 'AGE REGRESSION', 'DIAPER PLAY' 'TEEN BABIES' 'SISSIFICATION' and such.

"What are those?" Bartleby asked, pointing to some large, futuristic-looking chambers along the wall.

Lexi giggled. "Just watch!"

Bartleby did. Soon enough, one of the demon caretakers led a rather skittish panther in his forties over to one of the chambers. The whole front of it slid up with two pneumatic puffs. The man stepped inside and the demon closed the door over him. Humming sounds and strange lights came from within the machine. When the door opened again, out came a happy two-year-old! The Caretaker picked up the overjoyed little panthercub and took him away, probably to be diapered.

"Cool beans!" said Bartleby. "Have you ever been in one of those?"

"Yup! It's called the AR 5000; 'AR' for age regression. It can make you any age you want, so long as it's younger than you are now. You can be a toddler, a baby, even a newborn. If you want, there's even mind-control settings so you'll *think* like a baby too."

"Um, I think I'll keep my mind right where it is," Bartleby said nervously.

Lexi laughed. "Yeah, I'm not *that* into ageplay. But I have let them turn me into a baby sometimes. Everything looks really weird when you're that small!"

"Are we gonna do that today?"

"Naw, you're new, so I thought we'd just get diapered and hang around the playroom."

"Okey-doke," Bartleby said. "You know what you're doing; I'll let you lead."

Lexi liked how it felt to know Bartleby trusted her so much. "Okay. I'll try not to get us into anything you're not ready for yet."

Bartleby nodded, knowing that already.

Taking her bat friend by the winghand, Lexi got in line at the 'CUB ROOM' desk. Time obligingly bent so that no one had to stand waiting for more than a few seconds. Behind the desk was a demon who looked mostly like a rat, but with bright orange scales all over her body instead of fur. She also had a purple hairdo that poofed up about eleven inches and fell over one eye fetchingly. "Two for the playroom!" Lexi said.

The demoness nodded. "Vill you be vanting a chenge from us or deed you bring your own?" she asked in an eastern European accent, referring to diapers.

"Oh, we *definitely* wanna go in the changing room first," Lexi said.

Bartleby was nervous but very excited as he let Lexi decide everything.

"Alright den," the rat lady said, producing a clipboard-sized device with a glowing green screen. "I'll jost need your desire preent and you can be on your vay."

"Desire print?" Bartleby asked.

Lexi pressed her thumb to the pad. It glowed brighter and the screen rippled. A green halo emerged from it and briefly encircled Lexi's body, moving head to toe, before returning to the pad. Lexi shivered all over and had a very obvious orgasm!

Panting, she looked over to Bartleby. "It 'reads' you and figures out what kinda stuff you like to make sure you have the best experience!" she explained.

Fascinated, Bartleby took the pad from her and touched his own thumb to it. Instantly, he froze up as his body was enveloped in so much pleasure he couldn't process it all. It was like his *everything* was suddenly ten times as sensitive as his dick! When the green beam finished, Bartleby took in several quick breaths, then noticed he'd creamed all over Lexi's skirt.

She giggled. "Silly batty."

The demoness took the pad back, smiling warmly at seeing the two cubs enjoying themselves so much already. (Sometimes she took the pad with her on her lunch break and scanned herself several dozen times. To make sure it was working correctly, of course.) She inserted the pad into a slot in her desk. A second later, Lexi and Bartleby's information showed up on her computer screen. "Vhat keenky cheeldren you both are!" she said, impressed.

"Thanks!" Lexi said proudly.

"You'll both do fine here," she said, handing them wristbands. They looked just like the ones babies wore in the hospital. The wristbands carried all the information from Lexi and Bartleby's desire prints. The Abyssal Nursery's computer was actually a living demon with a technology fetish who sorted each individual's desires to make sure they'd get the most pleasure out of their visit. Very rarely did it come across anyone who wasn't at all right for whatever line they were in. It was happy to make suggestions though. Usually it was just a case of someone new to the babyfur fetish who wasn't sure what they wanted yet.

Lexi knew what *she* wanted though: diapers! "Chenging room two is ready vor you now," the rat demoness said. "Jost follow the yellow beby bottles."

"Right. Thanks!" Lexi said, already tugging Bartleby's winghand.

"Heve a nice diaper!" the demoness said.


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Just as the orange-scaled receptionist had said, there were a variety of baby bottle icons on the floor, leading the way to various rooms like footprints. A yellow bottle appeared every few feet, pointing followers to the left. "Let's go!" Lexi said, bouncing eagerly along.

Bartleby was excited too, but in his usual shy way. He had no idea what was going to happen to him here. He was sure he'd like it though. This place had one of the happiest 'vibes' he'd ever encountered in Hell. It was all about comfort and fun.

Changing room two was clearly marked with a big plastic safety pin above a pink number 2. Lexi charged right in, stopped short, and squeaked in delight.

"Hello again, Lexi!"

Lexi ran into the room and leapt into a hug. The Caretaker Succubus gave her a squeeze and dotted her forehead with kisses. "It's good to see you again, little spottycutiekins!" she said. "And I see you've brought along a friend! Wonderful!"

Bartleby waved politely. The Caretaker was a ring-tailed lemur demoness. Tall and lithe, she was graced with a gorgeous long tail; bushy and ringed like a raccoon's. She had on a playfully girlish nurse's outfit with a skirt that allowed frequent panty peeks and a stunning view of her divine cleavage. Her muzzle was dipped in dark fur, just like Lexi's. Her eyes were bright orange and ringed with velvety circles of brown against her near-white grey fur. Her hair was brown also, and very floofy. Rising up out of it were two shiny curved horns, thick at the base and thin at the ends. They looked like they were carved from wax. Like Razielphustar, she had two tiny wings on her back. They were covered in soft black feathers and fluttered whenever she moved.

"I'm Bartleby. Pleased to meet you," the little bat said.

The succubus shook his paw. "The pleasure is all mine. What a little gentleman!"

"I was just saying that a while ago," Lexi remarked, already sitting on one of the changing tables.

"My name is Mikhloria Zantetziki," the succubus introduced. "You can call me Mikki though."

"Okay," said Bartleby. "Most demon's names are pretty long," he noted.

She nodded. "A friend of mine has one with seventeen syllables. It takes him forever to meet new people."

Bartleby chuckled, trying to imagine that.

"Welcome to the Nursery," Mikhloria said. "Is this your first time here?"

Bartleby nodded. He looked around the changing room. It was small like a doctor's office, but without that chemical-y smell. The lighting was dim and comforting. Every color was a pastel. In the middle of the room were two big changing tables. Nearby on a countertop was every kind of diaper one could ever imagine. Cloth diapers, training pants, plastic pants, rubber pants, a variety of disposables. Even some made of vinyl and leather! They came in a wide variety of colors, some with cartoon characters or baby nonevs on them. 

Above the changing table, Bartleby noticed a bizarre little mobile. In addition to a rattle and a ducky hanging from it, he noticed a pitchfork, padded handcuffs and what looked like a lump of solid sulfur. Hell humor, he guessed.

"Hop on up, Bartleby," the Caretaker instructed. She gave Bartleby a boost and helped him onto one of the changing tables. Lexi was already lying down on the other. Bartleby noticed that as soon as he laid down on his, it actually shrunk a bit to accommodate him, contouring to his form perfectly. 'Neat!' he thought.

"Have you been diapered before?" Mikhloria asked.

Lexi grinned. "Actually, yeah. He tried one on this morning for practice."

"It felt interesting," Bartleby admitted.

"What a good boy!" the demoness praised, patting him between the ears. "I always like seeing cubs who are interested in trying new things."

Bartleby smiled bashfully.

Miss Zantetziki whisked over to the counter full of diapers. "So, what'll it be?"

"A pink disposable," Lexi said immediately. She knew just what she wanted.

"Good choice." The demoness winked, knowing Lexi always picked that. She chose one just Lexi's size and placed it on the table next to her. Lexi immediately picked it up and rubbed her cheek on the plastic, murring happily.

"I love that crinkly sound!" she told Bartleby blissfully.

All this talk of diapers was getting Bartleby steadily more excited. When he'd tried on the diaper he'd plucked from a portal this morning, it had felt nice, but he didn't quite understand the appeal of it. Now he was beginning to see. It wasn't just the garment itself, but the ideas and feelings that went along with it that made it so special. Like many fetish objects, diapers themselves were neutral. Inanimate. It was what they represented that made them arousing. Bartleby had noticed over time that just watching someone get yiffy over something often made him get yiffy too. He was curious by nature, and seeing a friend enjoying something he didn't understand made him *want* to understand it, so he could feel that same enjoyment.

Bartleby looked over the spread of diapers, trying to imagine how each one would feel on his bare bottom. How each one might feel on his *boyplace*!

Mikhloria grinned devilishly. Like all demons, she was excellent at reading expressions. She could tell that Bartleby had entered confused but open, but was now starting to get interested for real. "And which diaper would you like me to put on you, Bartleby?" she asked in a soft, seductive voice (She wasn't just called a succubi figuratively!).

Bartleby hesitated. They were all starting to look good! "Um... How about that cloth one?"

Mikhloria gave him an approving nod. "Ah. Nice and thick and comfy. Also a good choice." She brought it over to show him, as well as a pair of plastic pants to go over it. The pants were a bright, happy green, with elastic around the waist, leg holes and tail snap.

Bartleby held the diaper in his paws, rubbing his wingfingers over it, surprised by how fluffy it was. It was warm to the touch, too. He wondered if the countertop was heated. Just the sensation of *holding* the diaper was giving him goosebumps. He thought all kinds of conflicting thoughts. He thought about how much Lexi liked wearing these. He thought about wearing it himself. He thought about *using* it himself...

Noticing Bartleby's spaced-out expression, Mikhloria gently patted his leg. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"I'm sure," Bartleby replied instantly. Even if his feelings were all over the map at the moment, he was sure of one thing: he couldn't believe a simple piece of cloth was turning him on so much!

Lexi giggled. "You're blushing, Bartleby."

He checked his cheeks and they did indeed feel hot. "Heh. I do that a lot, don't I?"

"It's okay," she said gently. "It always feels a little embarrassing at first. But that can be part of the fun! You remember how back on Earth, in school everybody was always teasing everyone else if they did anything the least bit 'babyish'? We're supposed to not *want* to act like a baby or a sissy. But why not? It's nice to not be a big kid for a while. Just relax, tell your responsibilities to shove it, and feel free for a few hours or so."

"Very well put, Lexi," Mikhloria said, giving the hyena a pat on the head.

"I can understand that," Bartleby said. And it did make sense. He did remember bullies ragging on him because he didn't want to play sports or do macho tough-guy crap in school. They made fun of him, basically, for not being a roaring psycho like them. So what if he liked to be quiet and read and draw? If that made him a 'sissy' then so be it! Bartleby knew how good it could feel to ignore the jerks and just do the things he enjoyed anyway. Maybe that was a part of this whole babyfur thing.

Mikhloria walked over to a small fridge set into the counter. "Would you like a bottle?" she asked both of them.

"I'll take a pacifier please," Lexi asked politely.

"You got chocolate milk?" Bartleby asked. It had struck him out of the blue: he hadn't had chocolate milk in years!

"I have both," the pretty lemurdemon said. She took a very quintessential-looking baby bottle from the fridge and handed it to Bartleby. It was glass and had a pink rubber nipple on top, just like in the cartoons. In one of the cabinets, she found Lexi a pacifier. It was pink too, with a butterfly pained on it.

Mikhloria popped it in Lexi's mouth and she began to suckle happily. The little hyena squirmed around on her back, feeling like a happy toddler.

Bartleby wasn't quite sure how to operate the nipple, but figured he'd done it plenty back when he was a newborn, so it should come instinctually, right? He gave a good suck and was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy cool chocolate milk. He murred contentedly. The nostalgia was as enjoyable as the taste! The flavor brought back tons of memories from his early years of grade school. Maybe that was another part of the babyfur experience. Getting in touch with good feelings from your past.

"Okay, time for you cubs to get padded," Mikhloria said. "I'll do Lexi first so you can watch, Bartleby."

Bartleby nodded. He rolled over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. He slurped away at his milk as he observed.

First, the Caretaker Succubus gave Lexi a kiss on her forehead and told her she was a good girl. Lexi wriggled in delight. Mikhloria lifted off Lexi's shoes and socks and placed them in a bin nearby. "You'll both get your clothes back at the end of the day," she told Bartleby.

"I used to work upstairs in the Really Quite Nice level," the succubus continued, as she gently tugged down Lexi's skirt. "Much of it is set up like a hospital. Almost all of the really little cubs go there first; ones who'd be afraid of some of the stuff here in Naughty."

Bartleby nodded. This was like what he and Lexi had discussed at school before, about where babies went.

Mikhloria turned Lexi side to side as she removed the girl's jacket. Lexi didn't help in undressing herself; it was expected that she would let the Caretaker do everything. All she had to do was lie there and enjoy herself. "I took care of newborns when they came in," Mikhloria said. "It was nice, being able to introduce new little souls to how wonderful Hell could be. It was even nicer knowing they could grow up free here, without having to experience the harshness of the world first. Earth is a nice place, but it's hard on the weak."

Bartleby nodded thoughtfully. He thought about what it would be like to have lived his whole life in Hell, never fearing death and never knowing cruelty.

Mikhloria lifted Lexi up to slide her shirt off. She tenderly smoothed the little hyena's hair down afterwards. "What a cute tummy," she said, and tickled the fluffy cream-colored fur. Lexi giggled and curled up like a pillbug. "Now let's get these panties off!"

Lexi held her legs up cooperatively as Mikhloria slid her underwear down. Her femboner emerged into the light. Her cunny was already sparkling with moisture.

Mikhloria already knew about Lexi's mock-penis. She gave it an affectionate pat. "Lucky girl," she said simply. Lexi giggled.

"I transferred to the Naughty Level because I still love taking care of littlefurs, but the conversations are a bit less one-sided here," Mikhloria said. "Plus, I was using babytalk so much I was starting to drive my colleagues crazy!"

This time they both giggled. Lexi knew some babyfurs liked that kind of thing, but falsetto 'goo goo' talk always annoyed her. _Especially_ from someone who didn't realize they were doing it!

Now that Lexi was nude, Mikhloria took both her ankles in one paw and slipped the pink diaper beneath her bottom in a move so smooth she'd obviously done it a million times before. Lexi 'Eep!'ed at the sudden puffy crinkliness under her tush. She wriggled her bum into it and cooed.

Bartleby was watching, rapt with fascination. The Caretaker Succubus took a bottle of talcum powder and, humming a pleasant tune, shook just the right amount onto Lexi's diaper area.

"So, what's it feel like for you to get diapered?" Bartleby asked, meaning he was curious about sensations other than the physical.

Lexi let out a long, musical sigh of contentment as the Succubus fastened the diaper in front. Now she was all sealed up and snug. "It's wonderful, Bartleby," she said. Her eyes were half-lidded in pleasure. "I don't even know if I can describe it. It's like... It's like sitting on a little plastic cloud. It's like being wrapped in helplessness ...and safety. It's a whole bunch of things."

"It's a different experience for everyone," Mikhloria added helpfully.

Bartleby nodded, understanding most of that.

"...And now it's your turn."

He gulped at the smile on the lemurdemon's face. She approached him teasingly, holding up the baby powder and giving it a sultry tilt in time with her hips. "Time for good little bats to get padded..."

Bartleby was stone silent as she removed all his clothing in a smooth, professional manner. Her touch was so skilled, the garments seemed to glide off him. Once he was nekkid, he knew it was diaper time. He took in a deep breath when Mikhloria lifted his ankles up. The diaper was underneath him before he knew it. The succubus gently lowered his feet down so he could feel the cloth cradling his bottom. So soft! Softer even than he expected.

Without any time to reign it in, Bartleby's penis went fully rigid.

Mikhloria giggled, sounding a bit like wind chimes. "How adorable! Looks like *someone* is having fun, hm?"

"Uh huh," Bartleby squeaked.

Lexi hid a giggle behind her paws. Bartleby was so darn cute when he was all bashful like this!

Mikhloria leaned in close to touch noses with Bartleby. "See? It's not so bad having a diaper put on you, now is it? You like it. Admit it," she teased sweetly.

Bartleby nodded almost imperceptively, hypnotized by this lovely demoness' aura of perfect, total, loving control. "I do like it."

She smiled, pleased by his admission. "Wanna show me how much you like it?" she asked. Still holding his gaze inescapably in hers, she undid the top of her blouse with one paw. Her supernaturally round breasts popped out like two eager puppies. Mikhloria kneaded them a bit with a circular motion.

Then she pulled them apart, leaned in even closer, and ensnared Bartleby's bathood in her warm, furry flesh.

Bartleby gulped, went rigid as a board and made a sound like, "Grkl!"

Lexi 'tee hee'd, kicking her paws in the air. Her diaper crinkled with every movement.

Still looking into Bartleby's eyes, Mikhloria let her seductive act drop just enough to connect with him emotionally. "I saw your desire print, of course, but I want to make sure since you're a beginner; this isn't too much, is it?"

"Not at all!" he replied immediately. "This is great! Totally yiffy. And you're _very_ beautiful. Thank you."

Her smile brightened. "You're supremely welcome, Bartleby." She kissed his forehead. Taking hold of her breasts again, she gave his weenie a squeeze. "Glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Wow! Your *fur*!!" he exclaimed. It was even softer than the diaper. Softer than a summer daydream!

Mikhloria purred, proud of her ability to bring joy. She sensually moved her feminine wiles around the young bat's shaft, drinking in his squirms and squeaks of pleasure. Mikhloria loved her breasts, loved their shape, loved playing with them, and loved the fact that they were so beloved by others too.

Even though he'd experienced quite a lot since arriving in Hell, this was Bartleby's first titjob. It was a heck of a first time! The gripping, yielding bosoms were driving him out of his mind. He looked down and was mesmerized by the two plump chocolate nipples going around and around and around...

Lexi was too busy enjoying her own self to be jealous. One of the disadvantages of being diapered was that it was nigh-impossible to paw off (although sometimes the frustration was actually part of the fun). But that didn't mean she couldn't lie on her tummy and hump the changing table! Lexi was watching the show and grinding away to her heart's content, even drooling a little bit on her pillow.

Mikhloria squeezed a bit harder now, really giving Bartleby's willy a good time. Bartleby tossed back his head and shut his eyes tight. He whined cutely in helpless pleasure. The sexy lemurdemon salivated, knowing he was getting close...

With an ultrasonic squeak, Bartleby came. Mikhloria's succubus powers made her breasts glow an eerie blue as she milked him mercilessly. Bartleby's poor testicles were squeezed of every last glorious drop. He erupted in a shower to rival any oil derrick. The succubus' eyes lit up and her long demon tongue snaked out to sample the delicious liquid.

Tales abounded in the mortal world of succubi who snuck into mortals' bedrooms at night and drained them dry. Mikhloria knew a few rogue escaped demons were responsible for these legends, but there was certainly truth behind them. Succubi were created to enchant their victims to impossible peaks of sexual ecstacy. Sometimes even fatally. Mikhloria was much too kindhearted for that, but still enjoyed blowing her playmates' minds every now and then. Plus, Bartleby was a first-timer. A spooge deluge like this was likely to make him a repeat customer for life!

Afterwards, Bartleby panted heavily. He felt like a thoroughly wrung-out washcloth. But in a good way!

Lexi could not resist bounding over at the sight of that much cum. Mikhloria was positively drenched in it. Liters of the stuff! Lexi knew demon magic was afoot since even _Xander_ couldn't cum this much.

Mikhloria saw the eagerness in the little hyena's eyes. "Oh, so you'd like a taste too?" she asked, lisping slightly as her serpentine tongue licked part of her chest clean.

Lexi's wagging tail and luminous grin answered for her.

"Well, hop on up and join the feast!" Mikhloria lifted Lexi gently up by her armpits. She cooed as Lexi went to work right away, lapping up Bartleby's love-cream with gusto.

Still somewhat dazed from the experience, Bartleby managed to sit up. He looked down at his balls to make sure they were still there. They were, but his penis more than slightly resembled a deflated balloon. "I hope that's not permanent!" he joked. "It *felt* like it!"

Mikhloria chuckled. "It'll be fine, little one. Just give it time to recover. I used a pinch of my demonic power to make the experience a little bit more intense."

"A _little_ bit!?" Bartleby yelped.

Lexi cracked up. She gestured to all the tasty cum still covering Miss Zantetziki. "So, are you gonna have some too? I can't drink all this by myself."

"Ooh, right!" He glanced at Mikhloria first. "May I?"

"You may." She patted him on the head as he immediately started licking away. She shivered at a sudden unexpected sensation. "My goodness! Your tongue's even longer than mine!"

"Why thank you!" Bartleby said with a chuckle.

Once the succubus was all clean (it took a _lot_ of licking!), Mikhloria remembered she was only halfway done with Bartleby's diapering. She sprinkled him with her trusty plastic canister of baby powder and Bartleby breathed in the instantly-recognizable scent. It was an extremely evocative smell. One whiff brought up all sorts of half-foggy memories of his early youth. Being small and happy. Bartleby took deep breaths through his nose and smiled.

After that, Mikhloria closed the puffy diaper nice and comfy around him, fastening each side with a very quintessential-looking safety pin. "Up now," she instructed. Bartleby lifted his legs like a good boy as she slid the green plastic pants onto him. The elastic fit quite snug around his legs, waist and tail, making sure he was protected from leaks.

Mikhloria nodded crisply. "There we go! All done!"

Bartleby stared at the shiny green plastic covering his bum and boyplace. The whole affair was quite bulky. He was sure he'd be walking with a bit of a waddle as long as these were on. But he liked how it felt, and liked how it looked even more. There was something incredibly naughty about knowing he had just lain there and let Miss Zantetziki put these baby things on him. He felt a small bit of embarrassment, but Lexi was right. It was kind of enjoyable too.

He remembered the first time he'd met Gillian; how he'd been scared at first of being tossed in the back of Mrs. Mackensie's magic garbage truck with her. But once he was sitting in amongst the squashy, stinky bags of trash, he realized the sheer taboo of the situation was helping him get over his squeamishness and have fun with it. He'd experienced the same sensation many times since, and was experiencing it now. Because he wasn't supposed to be wearing a diaper, it made it even more fun that he was!

Bartleby hopped off the changing table and moved around a little. Like Lexi, he now crinkled with every step. But his was a different sound; more of a creak or squeak. The cloth felt *very* nice swaddled around his boybits. He put his hand on the front of the diaper and rubbed it around over his now mostly recovered penis. Amazingly, it started getting stiff again.

"I like this!" he said, and was surprised at how quickly he was taking to the whole idea.

Lexi, needless to say, was overjoyed. She practically knocked Bartleby over hugging him. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that! I've gone here with Xander before, but he's not nearly into it as me. We both have fun, but I know some of it's just him being polite. But you look like you're really getting into the whole diaper spirit, Bartleby! I'm so happy we can enjoy this together!!" She gave him another rib-cracking squeeze of glee.

Glad he didn't actually have to breathe anymore here in Hell, Bartleby accepted the overwhelming hug and gave Lexi a cheek nuzzle. "I'm not *quite* there yet, but I think I'm getting closer. Now that we're diapered, what else is there to do here?"

Mikhloria got a playful gleam in her eye. "What ISN'T there to do? You haven't been to one of our playrooms yet, I gather. You are in for a treat, little battycakes!"

Bartleby's tail wiggled in excitement. Lexi was already tugging on his arm, eager to go start some serious playing. "Will we see you later? Like, when I need a change?" he asked Mikhloria.

"Oh, almost certainly! I'm not stuck in the changing room all day. I'll be out and about in the playroom from time to time. Passing out snacks, supervising naptime, reading stories, giving spankings; things like that."

"Spankings?" Bartleby asked warily.

Lexi's face was barely able to contain her grin. "There's a hundred and one ways to get in trouble here, and the punishments are just as fun as in Mrs. Schaddenfreude's class!"

That perked the little bat up. "Oh, okay!"

"Let's go, Bartleby!" Lexi urged. "I'm itchin' to have some fun and get this diaper wet!"

He chuckled and waved goodbye to Miss Zantetziki as Lexi practically dragged him away. "See you later! Thanks again! I'll remember that cum for as long as I live!"

"Au revoir, Bartleby!" She have him a happy smile and, not surprisingly, a pat on his padded bottom as he left.


	*   *   *   *   *


Emerging from the changing room, Bartleby was struck totally speechless.

The playroom was like every toddler's wildest dreams of paradise made real.

Bigger than he'd ever imagined, it was a whirl of color and motion as dozens and dozens of kids his age, all decked out in diapers and baby clothes, scampered to and fro, giggling their tails off. The decor of the enormous room reminded him partly of his preschool and partly of an indoor pizza restaurant/kiddie amusement park his mother had taken him to often when he was very young. All the colors here were bright, all the shapes big and friendly. Bartleby even noticed that the architecture was cleverly skewed larger than normal to make furs his age feel little again. Baby-size.

Toys of every imaginable description were scattered everywhere haphazardly, as if the whole room were a giant toybox. There were more plushies than the mind could process (Bartleby thought suddenly that Terry would've loved this place. He made a mental note to be sure to bring the little fox next time). Multicolored balloons bobbed lazily on the ceiling, their strings dangling just low enough that a determined cub could leap up and grab one.

Over in one corner, a white-tiled area housed dizzying amounts of art supplies. _Fun_ art supplies! Play dough and fingerpaints, construction paper and glitter! Paste you could eat by the pawful if you felt like it!

In another area, a ball pit that looked as big as a minor ocean was bursting with color. Happy cubs were burrowing through and bursting out and laughing joyfully. Above the near-infinite abyss of rainbow spheres was a towering tangle of plastic pipes for kids to explore in. Plenty of windows to peek out of, hidden activities to discover, and ways to get deliciously lost.

In another area, hordes of cubs gazed up at a looming line of big-screen TVs, half of them playing colorful, exciting-looking video games and the other half watching and waiting their turn.

In another area, cubs were enjoying physical fun in a baby-themed gym. Nothing so stuffy as organized sports; everyone was doing their own thing with hula hoops, wiffle equipment, ring toss, inflatable balls in a plethora of shapes and sizes, plus those big round rubber things with handles that you sit and bounce on.

In another area, more Caretakers were busy changing diapers by the dozens. A line of cribs flanked an entire wall of the playroom. Cubs with saggy bottoms would step up, get changed, and be back to having fun in no time. Bartleby noticed some kids were stuck in their cribs, wearing what looked like baby-themed bondage gear. Pastel ball gags. Locking mittens and booties. Dildo pacifiers that strapped in place. The young bat shrugged; not his thing, but to each their own.

And to facilitate many more diaper changes, another area was devoted to filling cubs' tummies up again. In a very cute little kitchen nook, Caretakers passed out tasty nostalgic treats. Stuff Bartleby hadn't eaten in years because it was supposedly only for little kits. Foods he was more than eager to get a taste of again.

Speaking of diapers, virtually EVERYONE was sporting them. Even some of the Caretakers! White plastic disposables seemed to be the post popular, but by a slim margin. There were plenty of cloth nappies in evidence too. Many of the diapers had cute, babyish designs on them; butterflies, hearts, rattles and baby bottles, cartoon characters, etc.. There were also lots of different covers on display. Some were plain, like his. Others were very ruffly with bows and other 'sissy stuff'. Some were rubber, some were plastic. Bartleby even saw one made of stainless steel!

Lexi had run off towards the video games, then stopped short as she realized her chiropteran companion wasn't by her side anymore. She turned around, scanned the gleeful chaos for a moment, then saw Bartleby standing back at the entrance, slack-jawed in awe. As she should have expected.

She ran back and bumped shoulders with him. "Hey, wake up! Don't be a statue! We're here to have fun, remember?"

Blinking himself out of his daze, Bartleby turned to her and said, "I am sooooo mad at you."

Totally shocked, Lexi asked concernedly, "Why!?"

He smirked. "For not telling me about this place sooner!"

She laughed out loud and gave Bartleby's upper arm a friendly punch. "Hey, I'm the one who's sposta be teasing *you*, not the other way around!"

He blew a raspberry at her. They both giggled. Just being in a place like this was having an effect on the duo, making them feel free to act younger and sillier.

"So, what first?" Bartleby asked. As with their zoo adventure, and many others, Bartleby was more than happy to let Lexi decide the day's activities. After all, she knew the place better. He trusted her to point out the highlights and give him a good tour.

"First!?" Lexi asked incredulously. "What do you *think* I always do first here?" With that, she threw her arms around Bartleby's shoulders, pulling them close together. She looked him straight in the eye and grinned seductively. Their diapers bumped and both crinkled.

Then Bartleby heard a hissing sound and began to smell a familiar smell.

He could not resist a bit of a blush. "...You're using your diaper."

"Uh huh," she said proudly.

Bartleby couldn't even imagine the consequences back on Earth of having a girl in a wet diaper hug him in a public place like this. But here, naturally, if anyone noticed they just smiled or wet their diapers too.

Lexi ran a fingertip along Bartleby's noseleaf. "Don't mind the smell, do you?"

This time he grinned. "Hey, I let you pee on me my second day in Hell! What do you think?"

"Oooo, so you *like* it! Wanna prove it?"

"How?"

"Wanna get down and stick your nose Right In It?" she challenged, poking the front of her diaper, which had turned a darker shade of pink so everyone would know she was wet.

Bartleby felt a shudder of embarrassment ripple through him at the very suggestion. He'd only done pee-play stuff like that in safe, secluded places before! Never in front of this many people! But Bartleby was already learning a great deal today about how fun certain types of embarrassment could be. So, boldly, he obligingly dropped to his knees with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh Bartleby!" Lexi gushed. "I didn't think you really *would*! You're impressing the heck outta me with how brave you're being today!"

He shrugged. "It's fun doing things I've never done before." Smiling, he took in a deep breath through his nose, smelling Lexi's wetness. She had guided him lovingly into the exciting wet world of pee, and hers was always a turn on. That scent was so rich and strong and *Lexi*!

He closed his eyes, ready to lean in and nuzzle his nose right into the pink plastic...

WOOP! WOOP! WOOP!

Bartleby was so startled, he actually flew up in the air a few inches! His head swiveled around like it was on a ball bearing. What was that alarm sound? Had he done something wrong?

To his relief, everything became clear in a few seconds as a gleefully naked young pangolin boy came streaking straight past him, his wiggly bits dangling free in the breeze.

"NAKED CUB ALERT! NAKED CUB ALERT!" the sirens wailed.

All the Caretaker succubi in the playroom perked up and started pursuing the giggling escapee. The other cubs cheered him on and generally kept out of his way, knowing that the longer a kit could keep up a chase like this the more fun it was!

Lexi nudged Bartleby. "Did I forget to mention? Diapers are the rule here. Run around with no clothes on and you'll get *severely* punished!" she said with relish.

"Lemme guess, you've tried it yourself?"

"Of course!" she said, as if that should have been self-evident.

The pangolin boy charged through the kitchen area, past the video games and ducked a few Caretakers in the art nook. But his diaperless freedom was not to be had for long. Mikhloria herself came charging out of the changing room and joined the chase, brandishing a diaper like a sheriff's badge. The pangolin made a tactical error and blundered right into her. With a cry of "A-HA!" she scooped him up and nuzzled noses with him. "Naughty, naughty boy! You know what happens to little cubs who try to escape their diapers!"

His barely-contained grin left no doubt that he did.

In a flash, the other Succubi were gathered around him. One of them pulled a largish white pill from her apron and handed it to Mikhloria. Even though almost all the cubs in the room were gathered around watching the show and crowding his view, Bartleby was still able to deduce that it was a suppository. Mostly by the fact that as soon as Mikhloria accepted the object, she deftly inserted it in the little fugitive's anus. The pangolin boy squirmed with glee. Afterwards, he was swiftly diapered and released.

Immediately, all the other cubs started backing away. Their eyes were wide in anticipation, as if something big was about to happen. Bartleby shot Lexi a 'What's going on?' look and she replied with a 'Just watch and see!' one as she tugged him by the arm to a safe distance.

Alone in the middle of the room, the pangolin boy just stood there, knowing exactly what was about to happen and loving every second of the anticipation.

Then there came a rumbling sound.

Bartleby felt it vibrate the floor beneath his feet.

And then, suddenly...

     ***BWOONT***!!!!!

The pangolin boy filled his diaper with about three hundred pounds of poo in two and a half seconds.

The whole room exploded with laughter. Lexi was rolling on the floor in helpless guffaws, along with about a quarter of the rest of the cubs. Bartleby's eyes bulged. He stared for a few seconds until his brain could finally process what had just happened, and then he was laughing just as hard as the others.

The pangolin boy blushed sheepishly. His grin was immense.

After a few moments of mirth, the playroom went back to its usual bustling state. Apparently, gigantic diaper explosions happened frequently enough to not disrupt the normal routine for long.

Bartleby straightened up and held out a paw to Lexi. Still giggling and wobbling a bit, she got to her feet and dried her eyes. "Think *you* might wanna try an atomic suppository?" she teased.

"Maybe next time," Bartleby said. "It'd be a great way to relieve constipation though!"

Lexi giggled some more.

Bartleby started walking over to the completely immobilized pangolin. The boy's diaper was so full, it had actually lifted him off the ground a bit. His scaly little feet swung helplessly a few inches from the playroom floor.

As Bartleby opened his mouth to say hello, he paused and took a sniff. He was puzzled. Despite the fact that he was standing right next to a mound of doodoo the size of a small foreign automobile, the smell didn't bother him at all. It was just sort of there. Noticeable, but certainly not unpleasant. 'Just like Gillian's magic dumpster!' Bartleby realized. He was actually glad, too. He really wanted to be able to share this trip fully with Lexi, and his one big worry was that he'd simply be too disgusted by poop stuff and ruin the mood. Thanks to Hell's giving force, however, it looked like he had nothing to fear.

"Hi, I'm Bartleby!" he said cheerfully.

The pangolin boy gave him a friendly smile. He looked slightly drained from his recent epic bowel movement, but totally satisfied. His voice was a bit nasal and a bit sleepy. "I'm Terry. First time here?"

"Yup! And that's pretty cool; my favorite plushie's named Terry! He's a fox."

Terry chuckled. "That *is* pretty cool. And I'm a pangolin, in case ya didn't know. Not an aardvark crossed with a pinecone."

Bartleby chuckled. "Don't worry, I knew."

"Hi Terry!" Lexi said as she bounced over. "Making new friends, Bartleby?" she asked along with a cheek nuzzle.

The little bat nodded. He turned back to Terry. "I was just curious; what did it feel like?"

The scaly youngster thought for a bit. "Well, it was *intense*, that's for sure! Um, actually... Okay, so this one time I was coming home from school on my bike, right? And it's about a mile and a half either way. And I got about halfway home when all of a sudden I had to poop. _Bad_. So I have to stand up on the pedals, wincing and almost crying for nearly a mile! I'm pedaling and pedaling and pedaling and it's taking FOREVER! When I finally got home, I was sure I was just a few seconds away from pooping my pants. I *ran* into the bathroom, throwing my jacket and backpack off on the way, I *flung* the door open, and I pulled my jeans down so hard I tore 'em a little. It was so close, the poop had already started coming out of me just a few nanoseconds before I got my undies down and my butt pointed at the toilet. Then I pooped like a _firehose_. And afterwards, I felt the greatest relief anyone's ever felt in the whole history of the universe."

Terry's grin was a mile wide. "THAT'S what it felt like."

Needless to say, in less time than it takes to tell it, Bartleby and Lexi were braced against each other laughing so hard they couldn't see.


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After chit-chatting with Terry for a bit, Lexi's tugs on Bartleby's arm were getting insistent. She was pointing towards the video games and giving Bartleby the 'big puppy eyes' routine. Bartleby asked one last question, and Terry assured him that he could make his titanic poop mountain disappear whenever he wanted. He was just enjoying for now the feel of a diaper so full it defied the laws of physics.

They both said pleasant goodbyes, then the hyena hustled the bat over to the wall of bright, blaring TVs. They were all gleaming black and silver, looking brand new and slightly futuristic. In a move Bartleby found quite nifty, whoever had designed the nursery had thought to put a low awning-like ceiling right above them. It jutted out far enough to cast the screens in shadow, and thus make the graphics stand out better and reduce glare.

The Naughty level has a way of encouraging events to turn out just right, and much more often than could be credited to coincidence. Whenever cubs would approach a video game and begin waiting for their turn, it would just so happen that whoever was playing would feel like going on to something new right about then. Thus, there were no long lines or short tempers. After all, there are few things more boring than watching someone else play a video game that you can't wait to try.

As he watched the stoat and lion in front of him play, Bartleby understood right away why Lexi had picked this game. For starters, the graphics were incredible, the colors were eye-popping and the physics engine was top notch. It was a race game, but set in a very toonish world. The tracks had loop-de-loops and booby traps aplenty. Whenever an anvil or a mallet fell on someone, the player didn't lose a life; it only slowed them down a bit. So the choice was to either try to finish first, or see how much fun you could have along the way getting splatted or blown up. (You could also collect bonus points by plowing into the fans who would occasionally climb down from the stands and leap gleefully in the way of your car.)

Almost at the exact moment when Bartleby had started getting antsy, the other cubs' game ended. They high-fived, got up and handed their controllers to Bartleby and Lexi. The duo eagerly sat down.

"The controls are pretty intuitive. You'll get the hang of them quick," Lexi said.

"Hope so." Bartleby looked up at the screen as the new game started. Startling him a little, a thin red beam came out of the top of the TV and scanned them. Then, to his delight, a little toonish polygonal grey bat appeared on screen!

The game made a player out of Lexi too. "Sweet, huh? Personalized sprites!"

As he fiddled with his controller and customized his ride (He picked a metallic violet go-kart with huge gleaming silver tailpipes. Lexi went with what looked like a chibified monster truck), Lexi suddenly gave his diaper a poke. "Heyyy... You're not wet yet!"

Bartleby blushed. "Um..."

"Oh come on!" she urged, her grin broad and her eyes twinkling. "It's what this place is _for_! Let loose, Bartleby! Turn on the waterworks!"

Blushing even harder now, knowing there was nothing wrong with what he was about to do, but still gathering up the courage to do it, Bartleby stared at the green plastic cover over his diaper.

"Don't think about it too hard. Just imagine running water, or standing in a stream," she coached gently.

Bartleby took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He blocked out the sounds of the nursery around him. He concentrated on his pee.

Before he knew it, he was hearing a little trickling sound. And then a wonderful feeling of warm wetness was spread through his fur.

He beamed. "I'm doing it!"

"Alright! Go Bartleby!!" Lexi cheered. She stuck her paw out and pressed the front of her friend's diaper. She could feel a tiny bit of water pressure right through the cloth and plastic. "Good for you!"

Bartleby bashfully bit his lip. "Um, if you keep your hand there, I'll have to stop."

She cocked her head to the side. "Why...? Oh! Right! Because you'll get a boner! Silly me."

"Silly you," he agreed, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Awww! You big sweetie!" She gave him a hug.

"Thanks for helping me get up the courage. It really feels nice!"

Lexi closed her eyes and murred in joy, happy for Bartleby and happy she now had a friend to share her diaper funtime with.

The screen was flashing. Their two CGI cartoon selves were sitting in their vehicles at the starting line, along with several other players who were either in different parts of the room or different parts of the Naughty Level. "ARE YOU READY?" shouted a booming electronic voice. Both bat and hyena went 'Yipe!'.

They grabbed their controllers as the lights onscreen blinked, signalling that the race was about to begin.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, you realize," Lexi informed him matter-of-factly.

Bartleby smiled craftily. "We'll see..."

"GO!!!" shouted the game.

And the race was on.


	*   *   *   *   *


In his first race, Bartleby came in a respectable third, managing with beginner's luck to beat out Lexi by a car length. Second place went to some unseen player, but judging by the whooping from a few screens down, first place had gone to a tiger girl in a humongous yellow baby bonnet.

Bartleby put the controller down and flexed his wing fingers. That felt good after clenching the little plastic box so hard during the race.

Lexi looked over with a proud little smile. "You actually beat me! I can't believe it! Way to go, Bartleby!"

He smiled bashfully and nuzzled her cheek. "Thank's for being a good sport, but I just got lucky."

"Naw, I spent too much time driving into those TNT barrels is what happened," she replied with a playfully kidding smirk.

Bartleby arched an eyebrow. "Are you saying you let me win?"

Lexi looked innocent. "Mmmmmaybe."

Bartleby grinned. "Uh-uh. I think I really did do better than you and you just don't wanna admit it. Nyah." He stuck out several inches of his impossibly long tongue.

Lexi giggled. "What_ever_! Anyway, how's your diaper?"

Bartleby had actually forgotten all about it. He looked down at the green plastic and gave it a pat. "Feels fine. Actually, it soaked up all the pee and it feels pretty dry. I'm impressed!"

"Hooray for superabsorbency!" Lexi cheered.

"You think I should try pooping in it now?" Bartleby ventured.

Lexi was obviously amazed he'd even bring up such a thing without her having to tease and cajole him into it. "Only if you're comfortable with that," she said, and gave him an encouraging little pat on his leg.

Bartleby considered it. He had to admit, the whole diaper thing was really starting to grow on him by now, and the sheer naughtiness of makin' a doody was appealing. Still, he didn't think he was ready to go all the way and do a real number two.

Lexi easily read his expression. "Hey, why don't you do an oatmeal instead? Oatmeal feels *great* in diapers! My friend Wendy poured a bowl down the back of mine last time I was here and it felt wonderful to sit down in it and feel it squish all over!"

Bartleby laughed, trying to picture that. "That does sound fun! Okay, I'll try it!" He concentrated on thoughts of oatmeal. The taste, the smell, but especially the texture. He could feel something moving through his innards now...

Lexi watched Bartleby's tail lift up. "You're really gonna do it? Super-sweet!"

"I'll try." The little bat grunted and gave a push. His tailhole opened up and a thick, warm mush began to pour out. For a second there he was very alarmed. Unwanted embarrassing memories of the time he'd been overcome with diarrhea in second grade filled his mind. But what was currently filling his diaper now not only felt fantastic coming out (with none of that nasty burny, acidic sensation) but it also smelled fantastic too!

Lexi closed her eyes and her nostrils flared. "Mmmmm! Maple and brown sugar. Good choice!"

Bartleby blushed. "That was always my favorite flavor. Plain is just too... plain." His words were a bit wavery as the oatmeal was still oozing pleasantly out, making him wriggle in pleasure. He could feel it sloshing around around his legs and under his tail, filling up all the available space in the back of his diaper. The sensation was so enjoyable, Bartleby's diaper started getting a bit poky in front. The gooey layer of oatmeal felt like a great big massaging hand covering his bottom.

"ARE YOU READY?"

Bartleby jerked and nearly fell over backwards. Lexi giggled at him. He hadn't realized the next race was starting! Bartleby fumbled with the controller and had barely enough time to get his thumbs into position before the game's starting pistol went off (conveniently blowing a passing bird to bloody feathered bits).

Since he'd paid more attention to speed in the first race, Bartleby decided to try out as many of the game's toony obstacles as possible this time around. He giggled as a cute bat girl jumped out of the stands holding a 'SMEAR ME!!!' sign. Bartleby swerved and obliged her. She exploded into a toony splash of blood and her smile landed on his windshield for a second before the wipers flung it away.

Bartleby bounced on his butt, liking how the oatmeal made splortchy noises each time he did. It felt all sticky and thick and splooshy, and wonderful! "Thanks for suggesting oatmeal, Lexi. I'm really enjoying it!"

Lexi didn't take her eyes off the screen for a second; she slammed her car to the right and sent another player careening into the stands to splatter a few hundred fans into tomato paste. "You're welcome! I figured that'd be just right if you were still nervous about poop. Speaking of that..."

The next thing Bartleby knew, a familiar pungent smell hit his nose. "Awww, Lexi! At least warn me less vaguely next time!"

"Silent but deadly!!" she cackled triumphantly. Then she let a few loud ones blow. And by the way her tail was raising up, it was obvious she planned to join him in full diaper paradise.

Bartleby had to admire Lexi's determination. She kept total focus on the game, swerving and eliminating other drivers like a four-wheeled angel of death, even as she was squeezing out enough doody to make her diaper bulge visibly. It looked like she had a whole tube of cookie dough in there!

She sat back, directly on top of her mammoth mess, and sighed happily at the resulting squish. "Ahhhh! Nothin' like it!"

"You're so weird," Bartleby said with a giggle, "and I'm so lucky to have your weirdness making my life that much more interesting!"

Obviously pleased, Lexi leaned over to give Bartleby a quick nuzzle. "That's really sweet! ...But it doesn't mean I'm gonna let you win this time though."

"I'm having too much fun to care about winning anyway," Bartleby said, and it was perfectly true.


	*   *   *   *   *


Halfway through the second race, Bartleby noticed a grownup approaching in his peripheral vision.

"Snacks? Drinks?" She was pushing along a small brass cart filled with goodies, stopping by every few gamers to ask if they wanted any refreshments. Bartleby pushed pause to get a good look at her. (Another neat function of the game was that when a player paused, instead of inconveniencing everyone else, or putting themselves at a disadvantage, they could travel at double speed for exactly the length of time they'd been paused. Assuming another player didn't obliterate them while they were standing still, that is.)

Bartleby wondered if it was possible the snack lady was a demi-demon, or a mortal soul who'd just modified her appearance a bit. She was a snow leopard, twentyish, and looked almost normal except for her long, pointy horns and a spiked red barb at the end of her tail. She was dressed in a very skimpy white vinyl maid's costume. It almost looked like a giant-size version of a doll outfit.

The snow leopardess wheeled her little cart over to Bartleby. "Anything for you guys?"

A chipmunk girl playing a side-scroller to Bartleby's left piped up. "I'd like some apple juice and two big cookies, please." She had enormous and adorable eyes, and was wearing nothing but a cartoonishly large white diaper.

"And for you?" she asked, looking right at Bartleby with a smile so cute it could make anyone melt.

"Um, um, um. Apple juice sounds good. No! Wait! Do you have cranberry?"

"I sure do!" She bent over to reach into a tiny cooler. Two boys passing by both reacted enthusiastically to the sight of her glorious outthrust bottom.

She handed the juice box to Bartleby. "Thanks!" He popped the little plastic straw in and slurped. He was impressed; cranberry was usually the hardest flavor to find. He nudged his hyena companion. "Lexi, want anything?"

Still not allowing her eyes to leave the screen for even a picosecond, Lexi simply reached over and deftly inserted her index finger down Bartleby's asscrack. He squirmed quite nicely. Lexi extracted her digit and popped it in her mouth. "Nope; a taste of oatmeal is all I need right now."

The snow leopard lady tittered, either from previously knowing Lexi or just from being used to cubs here sampling one another's diapers. She went on to offer treats to the next set of game-playing cubs.

As Bartleby was contentedly sipping his juice and playing the game again, he happened to notice the chipmunk girl exhibiting some odd behavior. She would take a bite of one of the big cookies, then set it back down on the napkin, pick up the other one, and stuff it down the back of her diaper. And when she pulled it out, there were bites taken out of it!

Bartleby couldn't make heads or tails of it. All he could guess was that maybe she'd transformed herself so she had an extra mouth where her tailhole would normally be. Stranger things had happened, he knew.

The chipmunk caught him looking. "I'm not crazy, by the way."

Bartleby fidgeted. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't think you were. I was just curious."

She stuck the cookie back in her backside and chewing sounds were heard. "I'm not feeding my butt or anything. I'm actually wearing my brother right now."

A boy chipmunk's face briefly appeared on the bottom of the diaper. "Hello!" he said pleasantly.

Bartleby couldn't contain chuckles. "Wow, that's different! Did you lose a bet?" he asked the diaper-boy.

The face emerged again, sporting a broad naughty grin. "Nope! I just love bein sis' diaper! Especially when she wets me!"

His sister giggled adorably.

One thing Bartleby always liked was seeing furs finding joy in whatever made them happiest, even if, and sometimes especially if, he didn't quite understand the appeal of whatever they were doing. "Well, it's cool with me. I just oatmeal'd myself, actually."

"Good for you!" the girl said, seeming to know right away what that meant. Bartleby wondered if she'd dumped some oatmeal on her brother before. "And speaking of using your diapers..." She smiled a darlingly devilish smile. "Get ready to be drenched again, bro!"

"Alright! Just gimme a second to get my face in front of it!"

Bartleby grinned at their eagerness and glanced back at his game just in time to swerve into another spectator.


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He finished his second race in next-to-last place. Not that he minded; he'd had plenty of fun getting squished, crashed, exploded and just generally kablooey'd along the way. His heart had gone out of video games though. He gave Lexi a nudge. "C'mon, lets go get something to eat. That cranberry juice just made me realize how hungry I am."

Lexi put down her controller. "That's a good idea! I could use some food too, now that I think about it." She stood up to stretch, Bartleby following, and two cubs behind them lunged to take their places for the next race.

"Who came in first, by the way?" Bartleby asked. "I was all the way at the back; I didn't notice."

Lexi's smug smile flashed every single one of her teeth. "Me, baby. Meeee."

"Cool!" He high-fived her.

"Before we eat though, I wanna sample this again..." She spun Bartleby around and thrust her whole hand into his diaper. Bartleby went 'Yeek!'. Lexi pulled out a pawful of maple and brown sugar flavored delight and licked it daintily off her fingers. "Mmmm-mm! You sure do make some good butt-oatmeal!"

"If you want, I can try bacon and eggs next," he quipped.

Bartleby and Lexi toddled over to the snacky nook. He noticed that his diaper had puffed up quite a bit from absorbing so much, and it made him walk like he was carrying a pillow between his legs. He didn't mind though. It felt nice, and just about everyone else was walking that way also.

In the cafeteria corner of the nursery, long powder-blue lunch tables bustled with cubs eating sloppily and talking with their friends with their mouths full. The place was a glorious mess. Cubs were throwing food everywhere, the linoleum floor was sticky with spills, and not a single one of the Caretaker Succubi seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed to be encouraging the cubs to have a good time and not worry about the cleanup. After all, one could simply wish anything clean with a mere thought in the Naughty level.

Bartleby and Lexi stood by the bright-yellow menu, looking over the vast array of selections. Almost everything was gleefully unhealthy. Exactly the kind of fare a little kid would choose if their parents never told them 'no'. Carrot sticks were included at the very bottom, possibly as sarcasm.

"Want me to change those saggy diapers before you two tuck in?" a familiar voice asked.

The bat and hyena turned around to find Mikhloria standing behind them, her grin suggesting she'd enjoy it at least as much as they would if they said yes.

"Hi again, Mikki!" Lexi said. "Thanks, but I'm keepin' this big stinky load a while!" She gave her bulging backside a pat with both paws.

"Not surprising!" Mikhloria giggled. "How about you, Bartleby?"

He thought for a moment. "Y'know what, why not? You go on and get some food and I'll catch up in a bit," he said to Lexi.

"You want me to order anything for you?" she offered.

"Sure! Thanks!" He skimmed the menu again quickly. "Umm..."

"Remember; calories don't exist anymore, so don't feel guilty about eating as much nasty junk food as you can possibly cram down your throat!" Lexi reminded gleefully.

"Hee hee! Okay, get me some chocolate ice cream, a pack of gummi bears, some HoHos and a granola bar. Actually, make it two granola bars. I haven't had those in a long time."

"Anything for dessert?" Mikhloria said with a smirk.

Lexi and Bartleby giggled. "I'll remember everything, don't worry. And I'll save you a seat!" Lexi pledged as she scurried over to place their order with the cafeteria-bot.

Mikhloria took Bartleby by the winghand. "Over here, sweetie." She led him to the nearby wall of changing tables and helped him up onto a free one. She gave his bottom a pat. "My goodness, but you're full! I didn't expect a beginner like you to 'let yourself go' so soon!"

By her tone, Bartleby could tell she was very proud of him. He blushed and wiggled bashfully. "Lexi's good at helping me not be afraid to jump in and try new stuff."

"You're lucky to have a friend like her," Mikhloria said sincerely.

"You bet!"

"No leaks so far?" she asked.

Bartleby shook his head.

"Don't worry; you won't ever have to deal with them here unless you *want* your diaper to leak. Some cubs enjoy that."

Bartleby had indeed observed a couple kids walking around blithely leaving a trail of little drops behind them, as if to find their way back if they got lost.

The lemur demoness gently laid Bartleby down on his back on the comfy changing table. He felt himself relax immediately. The mattress was some sort of foam material that contoured to his body like lying on Jell-o. As Mikhloria began tugging off his diaper cover, he looked up at the ceiling and noticed that they'd thoughtfully installed a great, wide screen with soothing, swirling color patterns on it for cubs to look at while they were being changed. Bartleby couldn't think of a more calming place to be.

He sniffed. Suddenly he'd caught a very strong odor of wintergreen. "Is someone chewing gum?" he muttered.

"Nope, that's me," came a shy reply.

Bartleby looked over at the cub in the adjoining changing station. He did a double take, which is really saying something considering how much one gets used to after living in Hell for a while.

She was a vixen, dressed up like a little princess; complete with tiara, poofy ball gown and plastic play jewelry. She was younger than Bartleby by a few years, and shorter too. Her expression was timidness epitomized, but with a great deal of heart beneath it, waiting to be released. And every single part of her was a translucent greenish-blue. With sparkles in it! Even her eyes, whites and pupils both, were the same shimmering aqua hue. From her paws to her hair (which was all one solid blob styled in a cute 'do), she seemed to hold onto her substance like sparkling blue gel underneath a thin membrane.

That was where the wintergreen smell was coming from, Bartleby realized. She was made entirely out of sparkle gel toothpaste!

Bartleby's jaw was hanging open. "Uh..."

"Why toothpaste?" she guessed, looking bashful. "I d'nno. I just think it's pretty, that's all."

The last thing Bartleby wanted was for her to think he'd branded her a weirdo. "I think it looks pretty too. Stunning, actually! I've just never seen anything like it before."

This got her to smile, and it was a very charming sight. "Thank you! I knew as soon as I got here and they told me I could that I wanted to be a toothpaste princess. But I've been worried ever since what other people'll think." She lifted her bum up cooperatively for the orange-furred skunk incubus who was in the process of changing her.

Mikhloria had the cover off and was now unfastening the pins from Bartleby's diaper. She seemed mildly surprised to discover what it was filled with.

"Are you new-ish here?" Bartleby asked the sparkly foxgirl.

She hesitated for a second, her shyness really showing through. "Not really. I live on a little meadow island inside a cave, with a big pool around it and a shaft of light coming down on it from above. It's really pretty there. I stay there almost all the time, usually as a liquid, but my Hellguardian's been helping me get okay with coming out and meeting people. This is my second time here at the nursery. I like it here." Her smile widened considerably as she said this.

Bartleby smiled too. "Next week it'll be two whole months since I died. I've had an absolute blast the entire time!" he said, trying to sound reassuring.

The little gel vixen looked optimistic at that, hoping that soon she'd be comfortable enough to get out more often and have an absolute blast too. She reached across the gap between changing tables. "I'm Crystal."

"That's a fitting name. I'm Bartleby." He shook her paw, expecting it to be sticky, and was surprised when instead it reminded him of an ice pack. Not a frozen one, but how the liquid-filled plastic squares felt after they'd melted. Crystal's 'skin' was also slightly cool to the touch.

"What color would you like?" the skunkubus asked Crystal, holding up two diapers.

"The blue one!" she pointed out eagerly.

He chuckled. "Not surprising. You like everything blue, don't you?"

She nodded affirmatively.

"And will you be wanting another cloth diaper, Bartleby?" Miss Zantetziki asked.

Bartleby looked up. "Actually, you know what? I think I'll try a plastic one. Lexi seems to really like 'em, and the one I had on this morning felt nifty."

"Nice to see a boy who enjoys variety. Plain, colored, or with a design?"

Bartleby perked up. "Designs?"

She produced a laminated menu as if by magic and presented it to him. It showed all sorts of diapers in a mind-bogglingly diverse set of styles. There were diapers with balloons, with baby animals, with butterflies, with racecars, with dinosaurs, even characters from his favorite cartoon. "That one!" he pointed out happily. This was just like when he was younger, getting all excited over buying underwear with his TV heroes on them.

"Your wish is my command," Mikhloria replied. She whisked the menu away and almost as quickly retrieved Bartleby's new diaper from a storage portal underneath the table.

Crystal glanced over and noticed Bartleby's exposed boybits. She hid her grin behind her paws. She wasn't quite used to all the nudity in the Naughty level yet, but was enjoying what she had seen so far!

"After I'm done getting changed, I'm gonna go have lunch with my friend Lexi. Would you like to join us?" Bartleby offered.

Crystal lit up. "Yes!!" she nearly exploded. Bartleby could tell she wasn't used to other furs being so openly friendly to her. Though he was more than happy to help her out getting used to the feeling. After all, considering how shy he'd been when he first arrived in Hell, in a way it was like reaching back in time and helping out a former version of himself.

"I think you'll like Lexi. She's kinda loud and tricky, but she's also really sweet," he said. 

"Is she a hyena girl?"

"Yup."

"Okay. I saw you two playin' video games earlier."

The skunk incubus smoothed out the tabs on Crystal's diaper and gave it a pat. "All done, little princess. You can go have some nummies with your new friend now."

"Wheee!" Crystal bounced off the table and tugged on Bartleby's arm. "Finish him up so we can go eat," she asked Mikhloria as sweetly as she could.

The Caretaker chuckled. "Nearly there." She powdered Bartleby down, then wrapped the front of his diaper around and fastened it. "There we go! All clean and fresh and ready for new adventures. Go have fun, Bartleby."

"I will! Thank you, Mikki." He sat up and gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

Touched by his thoughtfulness, she replied with a soft hug and a gentle pat on his padded bottom.

Crystal overheard the sound it made. "Hey, now we both crinkle!" she observed happily. She twisted back and forth in her own new diaper, loving that unique and evocative noise.

"I'm starting to get into it myself," Bartleby agreed as he fluttered down from the table and shook his booty a bit. The diaper rustled pleasantly with every step he took. "See you later!" he called back to Mikhloria.

"Almost certainly!" the lemur replied.

Crystal took Bartleby's paw in hers as they both diaperwaddled over to the cafeteria section. By her radiant smile and the way her tail was wagging, Bartleby could tell he'd really made her day with just his simple extension of friendship. He felt a warm pride in his heart. And he was fairly sure she'd be stuck on him like glue for the rest of the day. An outcome which seemed mutually enjoyable for both of them, he thought.

After perusing the menu, Crystal asked the server robot for a slice of watermelon and an entire medium-size anchovy pizza. Noticing Bartleby's astonished expression, she explained, "I tend to have a hearty appetite."

Bartleby was further surprised when the robot returned with her order, and she immediately selected a slice and plunged it straight into her chest; her amorphous form rippling like the surface of a pond. The slice hung suspended in her midsection for a moment before it began to break down. It was like watching an Alka-Seltzer dissolve in water. In less than fifteen seconds, the pizza had ceased to exist. Crystal burped and rubbed her tummy. "Yum-yum-yummeroo!"

"You could actually *taste* it when you... whatever you just did?"

"Yup! I'm like The Blob. I can chew stuff the normal way if I hafta, but usually I like to schlorp stuff up like that 'cause it's more fun." She grinned ear to ear.

"Do you think you could digest another kid your size?"

Crystal looked horrified. "Oh NO! That'd be _mean_ to do that to someone!" Her tail puffed up in alarm (and made a rather comical fluid-like 'blooorp' sound as it did).

Bartleby blushed. "Actually, um, I meant if, like, they *wanted* to be eaten," he clarified, making it clear that _he_ was the one who wanted to.

Crystal's eyes widened. Apparently she wasn't aware yet of the myriad yiffy vore opportunities Hell presented. But her expression suggested the idea was nonetheless fascinating to her. "Maybe I could... If someone really, *really* wanted me to, I guess I could try. It wouldn't hurt them... right?"

The bat's smile radiated reassurance. "No way! Heck, I've been eaten by a boa constrictor, by an elephant, by most of my friends, and I've even been cooked for supper lots of times." Bartleby couldn't keep a small touch of bragging out of his tone.

"Wowwww!" said Crystal, awestruck. "Maybe we can try it after lunch then. I have no idea if I can, but you've made me very curious!"

He gave her a quick, friendly hug. "Curious is a great thing to be in the Naughty level."

Bartleby helped carry Crystal's lunch order as they walked over to where Lexi was sitting. Her back was to them, but Bartleby saw that she had remembered everything in his order and had also made good on her promise to save him a seat. Happily, there was also plenty of room for Crystal to join them.

Lexi sniffed. "Is someone chewing gum?" she muttered.


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Just as Crystal was sitting down, Bartleby realized he'd forgotten to ask Lexi for anything to drink. "Lexi; Crystal. Crystal; Lexi," he quickly introduced. "Talk about girl stuff for a second, I'll be right back."

Across from the rows of cafeteria tables was an area beside the big menu whose purpose was not hard to guess. Several grownup female furs were embedded in the wall with only their heads and breasts protruding through. There was a sign above them reading 'QUIK-NIPPLES' and cubs would approach and fill their cups with not only milk, but plenty of other types of beverages as well. Bartleby saw warm milk, cold milk, milkshakes (in chocolate, vanilla and strawberry from a doe with three breasts), a variety of sodas, coffee, even hot soup. He also noticed that the women could slide their arms through the wall to hold a cub if the littlefurs wanted to suckle right from the source. He thought that was very sweet.

Bartleby approached a pink-furred bunny in a toque with 'COLD' painted over her plump titties. He held out his cup. "Do I just..."

"Squeeze 'em? Affirmative! It's what I'm here for, wigglewings!"

Bartleby did indeed wiggle at such a cute and creative nickname. He softly squoze the bunny's right breast and got a splash of milk as well as an overjoyed moan.

Wanting to thank her for the milk by making her as happy as possible, Bartleby alternated with her breasts, squeezing tenderly until his cup was full and the bunny had orgasmed very, very loudly!

Panting and dizzy with lust, the bunny leaned in to nuzzle Bartleby's eartip. "Thanks a ton, sweetie!"

"You're welcome!"

Bartleby returned to the table to find that Lexi and Crystal were already getting on like a house on fire ('Whatever that means', he thought). They were chatting like they'd known each other for weeks. Both of them gave Bartleby simultaneous kisses as he sat down, thanking him for making introductions. Bartleby blushed, and not for the first time wondered why a mostly-gay little bat like himself always seemed to be surrounded by cute affectionate girls.

Their lunchtime was quite pleasant. Bartleby's tongue was in nostalgic bliss, enjoying tastes he hadn't shared with it in longer than he could remember. While his fare was mostly from his grade-school days, Lexi's lunch was full-fledged babyfur fuel. She had a 32oz sippy-cup full of apple juice and half a dozen jars of baby food. All the good stuff: chocolate pudding, applesauce, cereal 'n bananas, peaches, cherry granola, even pureed peas, which Lexi said she had an inexplicable fondness for. She also got him to try her favorite kind of teething cookies, called Zwiebacks, which he had to admit were rather good. And they both enjoyed watching Crystal eat. Slice after slice of pizza and melon bubbled merrily away as they fizzed into nutrients in her transparent tummy.

After finishing up her meal, Crystal closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked like she might be about to meditate. Instead, a familiar sound was heard from her diaper and a blissful grin spread across her gel muzzle. She peed for quite a long time, then sighed in total happiness. "Ahhhhh... That always makes me feel good."

"Yep, a nice long wee after a good meal is one of life's little pleasures," Lexi agreed. "Same with belching!"

"Just out of curiosity, is your pee blue too?" Bartleby inquired.

"Of course!" Crystal shifted some of her mass around so she could pull out the front of her diaper and proudly display the great big cobalt stain on her padding.

Lexi cracked up. "Just like in the maxi pad commercials!!"

That reduced Crystal to helpless giggles and got Bartleby pounding on the table so hard it made their trays dance. The little hyena felt quite proud. 'I'll have to tell Xander about that one!' she thought.

After he'd regained control of himself, Bartleby reminded Crystal of their discussion about the possibility of her eating him. Not surprisingly, Lexi perked up right away at this idea. Unable to contain her curiosity, she reached over and plunged her arm into Crystal's belly right up to the elbow.

"Hey!" Crystal arfed.

Lexi's ears drooped. "Oh! I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"No, but you should ask first before you stick your arm in people!"

Bartleby bit his lip to stifle a chuckle, thinking of all *sorts* of ways to take that out of context.

Lexi found that her arm was stuck pretty tight in the toothpaste. Not that she minded. "Go ahead 'n digest it. I wanna see how it looks," she said, tail wagging eagerly.

Crystal looked unsure. "I'll try. I've never digested anything that was still alive before."

Lexi giggled. "Who's still alive? I'm not!"

"Oh, right," Crystal realized with a bashful grin.

All three of them kept their gazes on Crystal's middle and soon enough Lexi's paw began to bubble and dissolve just like the pizza and watermelon that had gone before it. "Hey, you taste good!" Crystal was happy to discover.

Lexi looked flattered. "I do my best to be appetizing prey."

Within a few moments, Lexi's forearm was reduced to bone, and then nothing at all. She extracted her stump with a 'schloop' and regarded it. "Neat!" She always thought it looked cool when she had parts missing.

"You can grow it back, right?" Crystal asked, sounding a little worried.

Lexi just smiled, tucked her arm behind her back, and when she held it out again it was as good as new. She even wiggled her fingers. "Tada! Nothing to worry about. We're all indestructibly-indestructible forever here."

Crystal looked very relieved. "Okay, good. My Hellguardian told me that. But it's still hard to believe it, I guess, until you actually see it."

"That's probably true for everyone at first," Bartleby noted.

"Exactly right," Lexi nodded. "Now, weren't you saying something about letting her eat you?" She gave Bartleby a playful shove in Crystal's direction. "Get in there, batcakes! I wanna see you fizzle!"

"Okay, okay!" Bartleby giggled. "Crystal, may I?" he asked courteously.

She stood up and presented her belly to him. "Of course you may. Just climb right in."

Bartleby wasn't exactly sure how to start. Usually his vore adventures involved just getting slurped down a throat. Pretty simple. He reached out a wing and it easily slipped into Crystal's transparent flesh (if you could call it that). Once past the surface, here was the sticky toothpaste texture he'd expected. It felt strange on his fur, and he was surprised that she actually felt considerably cooler on the inside.

He reached in with his other wing. "Need any help?" Lexi asked.

"Sure. Why don't you kinda wheelbarrow me in?"

Lexi blinked, then got it. "Okay." She picked Bartleby up by his ankles and helped lift him up so he could slide more easily into their new friend.

Crystal was trying to keep still but couldn't help squirming and curling her toes. "This feels so *interesting*! Really different! He's not even in all the way and I already feel fuller than ever!"

The wintergreen smell was inescapable now. It was making him a little lightheaded, even. Bartleby had been worried he might slip straight through Crystal and tumble out through her torso (or end up face-first in the back of her diaper), but her body formed a stomachlike pocket around him. It felt a bit like the time he'd volunteered to feed the giant cub-eating pitcher plant Mrs. Schaddenfreude had brought into class one day.

Lexi was definitely getting a stiffy feeding her friend into Crystal's steadily bulging tummy. She nearly came when she watched Bartleby's furless little feet slip inside with a ripple. He was all the way in now, suspended in the clear sparkly semisolid that made up Crystal's body. "How's he feel in there?"

"_Wonderful_!" Crystal said rapturously. She rubbed her enormous round tummy. "Thank you both so much for getting me to try this! Eating people is fun!! I wonder if my Hellguardian'll let me eat him up too?"

Lexi was boundlessly happy to help inaugurate someone else into the wonderful world of vore. She loved sharing her favorite fetish with others, and wondered if Crystal might be into poop as well. She certainly liked her diapers. "I'm sure he will! And you know, you can also slurp people up your cunny. That's called unbirth," she informed.

"Ooooooo!" said Crystal.

Meanwhile, Bartleby was beginning to digest. If he'd had any idea it would be this tickly, he might not have volunteered! It felt like he was surrounded by seltzer water. Tiny bubbles fizzed all around him, teasingly nibbling at his body and making it melt. He could barely see Lexi through the thick blue layer of goo over his vision, but he thought she might have her paw down her diaper, playing with herself. 'Hope you're enjoying the show!' he thought.

Bartleby thought he might go crazy from all the tickling, but once his skin had digested away, the digestion took an unexpected turn. He let out a low coo as the bubbly sensation turned to one of a deep, throbbing, penetrating massage. It was nearly as relaxing as that magical changing table he'd been on a while ago. He moaned cutely and let himself go completely limp as Crystal's digestive process worked away on him, reducing him to nothing, bit by soothing bit.

Lexi hugged Crystal so she could get an even closer look at Bartleby's digestion. "He looks really happy in there."

Crystal hugged her closer. "Your fur feels nice."

"Thanks!" Lexi nuzzled the smaller vixen's slightly plasticlike muzzle. Crystal's tummy had shrunk enough so that Lexi could rub their diapers together, and she did. Crystal arfed quite cutely. Lexi pressed her bulging femboner into the cushy padding, pressing Crystal's own padding into her moist gel cunny. They ground their girlbits together and attracted quite an appreciative little crowd as they watched Bartleby melt smaller and smaller and finally vanish completely in a burst of tiny bubbles.

"Bartleby all gone," Lexi murred. "No more bat."

"Where'd he go?" Crystal asked.

To answer her question, a black jellylike portal appeared in the very fabric of existence and Bartleby flopped out. He landed on the floor looking completely boneless.

"How was it?" Lexi asked eagerly.

His tongue lolled out. "You gotta try it sometime. It's WAY better than those back-massage chairs at the mall!"


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Just as Lexi and Crystal were helping the still-wobbly Bartleby to his feet, a tall, slim porcupine lady entered the nursery.

She had on a tiny white tanktop, a silver whistle and red shorts. "Hey, everyone! Pool's open! Anyone likes, they can come down with me for some splashy fun!"

Lexi's tail started wagging. "Hey, wanna go?"

"Um, aren't you supposed to wait twenty minutes after eating to go swimming? Cramps, or something?"

Lexi gave him a Look. "For starters, that's a total myth and always has been. For seconds, we're already dead, stoopid."

Bartleby winced, feeling rather foolish. "Oh. Yes. Right."

Crystal giggled. "I'd like to go. I haven't been in a pool since last summer."

Lexi led the way and the bat and vixen followed behind. As Bartleby neared the crowd of other swim-minded cubs, he noticed for the first time that the pretty porcupine's shorts were straining against an almost medicine-ball sized bulge!

"Hey, she's like you!" he remarked to Lexi.

She shook her head. "Nope! Emma's a hermaphrodite. Or transgendered. Or whatever the right word is. She's got a big cock 'n balls instead of a vagina, but the rest of her's female." She rustled the front of her diaper. "Obviously she transformed herself after she got here, but this giganto-clit of mine I was born with!" she said proudly.

Bartleby was about to ask what her mother's reaction must have been in the delivery room, but then remembered that she would have had a mock-penis too, as did all female hyenas. 'Biology is confusing!' he thought with a shake of his head. "I'm guessing from how you talk about it you've had 'experience' before with Emma's magic crotch?"

Lexi giggled at the term. "You bet your ass! Heck, when I came here with Xander, it was his favorite part of the visit!"

"Natch," said Bartleby.

Emma was counting off cubs and her smile brightened when she saw her young tawny-furred friend. "Hiya, Lexi! D'ja bring some buddies today?"

Lexi hustled past the other cubs to give her favorite porcupine a big hug. "I was just telling them about you!" She nuzzled Emma's swimsuit bulge affectionately. "...and about *this*!"

"I assume you'll be wanting to play with it again?" Emma said with a chuckle, and tussled Lexi's headfur.

"Mmm-hm! And you can play with mine!" Then she remembered something she'd meant to ask Emma for last time she'd been here. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot! Body slam? Pleeeeeze?" she asked with the most ingratiating grin imaginable.

Emma rolled her eyes. "You never get tired of that, do you? Well, I suppose! Lie down, spottypie."

"YAAAAAY!" Lexi shouted loud enough to make Bartleby's ears ring. She laid down flat on the floor, practically vibrating with excitement.

Emma turned her back to Lexi. "All you other babycubs better back up a bit, unless you're as fond of quills as Lexi is."

The other cubs did indeed back up, interested in the little show but not as thrilled at the idea of participating.

Bartleby figured out what was going on just a split second before Emma shouted, "Here we go!" and jumped up in the air...

...Landing pointy-side-down right on top of Lexi!

The gore was indescribable. Lexi went "Wheeee!!!" as several hundred quills all impaled her at once and burst her like a ketchup-filled balloon.

"EEEEEEEEEEWWW!!!" chorused the audience of cubs.

"Lexi seems very... adventurous," Crystal, cringing, said to Bartleby.

Bartleby could tell she'd been about to say some other adjective. "That's one way of putting it. I don't think I've ever seen her shy away from some creative way to get snuffed."

Emma stood up, revealing an unimaginable red mess all over her back. Cubs were grimacing, giggling, making 'gag me' gestures and, of course, wetting themselves. "I'm glad I don't have to scrape you off!" the porcupine said to the squashed hyena. "It'd take hours!"

Blissful laughter echoed from the splattered cub-kibble and Lexi pulled herself back together. She got it almost perfect on the first try, leaving only one lonely eyeball still stuck on one of Emma's quills.

She pointed it out to Bartleby. "Look! An hors d'oeuvre!"

Bartleby flinched. "Oh that's just nauseating."

Lexi went "Tee hee."


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Emma led the cubs single file down a long powder-blue hallway with many, many doors. They also had great big windows, so Bartleby could see inside. Every room was filled with other cubs enjoying other amusements of the Abyssal Nursery. The sheer amount of fun-looking places they passed gave him an idea of just how *big* this place was. 'Someone really could live in here!' he thought.

One room he saw was devoted entirely to breastfeeding. He'd thought the Quik-Nipple ladies couldn't possibly be all there was for an activity that was so central to the whole baby experience. Inside, dozens of mommies nursed dozens of happy cubs. The sound of sucking was omnipresent. Cubs were enjoying their milk on laps, in cribs, in beds, in comfy chairs and even a few typically-Naughty places like a bondage gyroscope. Bartleby even spotted a few kids who were getting their 'milk' from daddy furs. ...And not from their nipples either! Bartleby's diaper started getting a bit tight in front at that.

Another large room he passed was full of nurseryfied torture and execution implements. It made Bartleby's brain boggle to see thumbscrews and electric chairs and guillotines all painted in soft pastels and decorated with little ducks in sailor hats and such. It didn't even seem like a punishment room, as the cubs inside all looked quite happy with their various colorfully grim situations. He saw a long row of pink gallows in the back with beaming cubs dangling in the breeze like an enormous Newton's Cradle.

"I've been in *there* lots of times!" Lexi said proudly.

"I'd have never guessed!" Bartleby sarcasmed back. She giggled and bit his shoulder playfully.

Crystal paused and hung back a bit. Bartleby glanced behind him and saw she had her fists balled up and her eyes shut tight. She made cute little grunts and Bartleby could tell she was pooping her diaper.

She finished with a sigh of great satisfaction and ran to catch up with the group, leaving faint blue footprints behind.

"I just made dooky," she blurted out to Bartleby, then hid her muzzle in her paws and giggled like mad.

He looked behind her and saw that her bottom was indeed quite bulgy. "Good for you, I suppose."

"Wanna see?" she said with a perky smile. "They don't stink a bit."

Bartleby shrugged. "Why not?"

Crystal immediately turned around, bent over and held open the back of her diaper as far as she could. She even lifted her tail out of the way so he could see better.

Bartleby couldn't resist a guffaw. Huddled in Crystal's diaper were a cluster of smooth, clear blue spheres the size of nectarines.

"Those are easily the cutest poops I've ever seen," he had to admit.

"Yay!!" Crystal cried, overjoyed by his assessment. She twirled around and squeezed him tight in a loving hug.

Finally they arrived at the hallway leading to the pool. Dim blue light and painted sea creatures on the walls created a delightful illusion of underwateryness. Bartleby was surprised by the lack of inescapable chlorine smell in the air, but guessed that either everyone else detested it as much as him, or that it'd only be noticeable to people who liked it.

"Here we are, sprats!" Emma chimed as she opened the door for them.

Like everything else in the Abyssal nursery, it was an impressive sight. The pool itself was quite enormous; at least as long as Olympic size, and maybe more. Glittering azure water, almost the same color as Crystal, made waves of light reflect off the whole room in a magical way. Several cubs were already immersed, splashing and shouting and yiffing in the water. Bartleby saw all sorts of pool toys flung about, including those big foam tubes he and his brother Chuck had loved whacking each other with in the summers of the past. A series of diving boards were set at different heights; some a few feet above the water, the highest nearly scraping the cathedral-esque ceiling. (One of them was even strategically placed backwards so cubs could splat on the floor if they liked.) On the sides of the mammoth room were a shower area, several varieties of Slip 'N Slide (some lethal) and wooden bleacher seats in the corner for drying off and chatting. Bartleby figured it was pretty likely they were the folding kind, just so cubs could occasionally get trapped in them and go squish.

Bartleby was just about to go running up to the edge of the pool and do a cannonball when Emma caught him by the scruff of his neck. "Ah ah ah, little bat! You've got to go through the Aqua-Arch first!"

Bartleby turned around and saw that everyone else was lined up in front of what looked like a metal detector. Its purpose became clear soon enough when a rat boy stepped through. There was a flash of lightning, and when he emerged, his diaper had changed to one of the swimming variety and orange plastic water wings had appeared on his arms. Thus outfitted properly, he dashed off for one of the diving boards.

"Oh, cool! Thanks for pointing that out, Miss Emma."

She chuckled at his politeness. "You're welcome, sport. Now get on through and you can join the others!"

Bartleby got in line and it was soon his turn. The machine was quite efficient. It also felt like being in a popcorn popper when he stepped through. It seemed to puzzle for an extra half-second over how to put water wings over his too-wide natural bat wings, but then cut the Gordian knot by putting them on his ears instead. Lexi saw this and laughed so hard she slipped and fell right on her butt.

Then it was into the water. Bartleby soared up in the air as high as the ceiling, then shouted, "Lookout below!" and plummeted into the pool. The splash was magnificent. Other kids were applauding as he came back up. He bowed modestly and swam over to Crystal.

The vix seemed to be a bit puzzled about something. "What's wrong?" Bartleby asked.

She was looking down at herself, not exactly worried, but unsure of what was going on. "The water..."

"Is it too warm for you?" Bartleby thought it was just right, actually.

"Noooo... I think it's melting me!"

"Oh. Yikes! I'll check for you." Bartleby dove under and opened his eyes, knowing it wouldn't be as painful and blurry an experience as back on Earth, but wary anyway. As expected, he could see just fine. And it looked like Crystal was right; the water was indeed dissolving her. Her toes were already gone, just a smear of darker blue in the water. Her legs were getting wavy and her feet looked like drippy slabs of Blue Moon ice cream.

Bartleby surfaced with a splash. "Yep, you're melting alright."

"Oh," Crystal said, squeezing her water wings in uncertainty. "It does *feel* good..."

Bartleby put a wing around her. "Unexpected stuff happens all the time in the Naughty Level. You don't exactly get used to it, but you learn to enjoy it happenin' to you after a while."

Crystal smiled. "That does make me feel better. Thanks, Bartleby." She gave his noseleaf a little nuzzle.

He kissed her eartip in response. "You're welcome. And fr'example, a few days ago my school got stepped on by a giant mouse guy." Crystal's eyes widened. "He was probly about a hundred feet tall. He turned the whole school into a footprint just like *that*! It was really exciting watching the roof cave in and flatten everybody. He destroyed pretty much the whole town. Of course, we were all cheering afterwards because it meant we got to go home early while they rebuilt the school."

The little vixen cracked up. "Are you fibbing?"

Bartleby shook his head, the very pinnacle of honesty. "Not a bit! Of course, they really could have just *willed* the school back to normal in a blink, just like most of the rest of the buildings that got squished. But the principal thought we'd like it more if we got the afternoon off."

Crystal's eyes sparkled (even more so than normal). "So that's the kinda stuff that'll happen to me all the time now?"

"Sure. If you leave your cave more often," he said with reassuring encouragement.

She considered this, then said coyly, "I think I'd feel much, much better about melting if you hugged me until I was all goo..."

"I'd be happy to," Bartleby replied, and enfolded her in his wings.

Crystal rested her wintergreen-scented muzzle on his shoulder; peaceful and content.


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Lexi dogpaddled over to see what was going on. She watched Crystal melt for a bit, but Bartleby could tell she had other things on her mind. The young 'yena fidgeted for a bit, then came right out and asked if Bartleby would mind if she went and did something with Emma for a while. Bartleby nuzzled her. He said she didn't have to babysit him _all_ the time. She laughed, thanked him with a big kiss, and splashed off towards the lovely pointy lifeguard.

Being a lifeguard in Hell however, is of course completely point*less*. So there were no duties Emma needed to worry about neglecting when she looked over the side of her big lifeguard chair to find a hyena pup with pleading eyes and a vigorously wagging tail.

"Would you like to climb up on my lap, little one?" Emma asked in the tone of one who already knows what the response is going to be.

Lexi scrambled up the side of the chair in the blink of an eye, giggling all the way. She plopped down on Emma's luscious bulge with enough accidental force to make the porcupine's eyes cross for a second.

Lexi winced. "Oops! 'Scuse me."

Emma tickled Lexi's sides in retaliation. "Naughty little kit! You're hungry for some sausage, aren'cha?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lexi exulted.

"Well, gimme a second to whip it out first..." Lexi obligingly hopped back down and watched with a lusty gaze as Emma tugged down her shorts.

(For those wondering, Emma's lifeguard chair had a very special feature. The back was actually a forcefield which allowed only non-living organic matter to pass through. Since her quills were like fingernails or whiskers, Emma could sit comfortably while they protruded through.)

The porcu-lass succeeded in sliding the elastic over her pendulous genitals. The shorts slipped down her legs and she gave a little kick to get them off. This sent them flying through the air to land on the face of a raccoon boy who immediately took a deep, grinning whiff.

Lexi gazed in awestruck worship. Emma's balls were as big as ostrich eggs. Her cock was soft at the moment, yet still managed to almost reach her knees. The monster was uncircumcised, which made it look like an arm with a fist at the end sheathed in a peach-colored fur turtleneck.

Emma loved the expression that Lexi was displaying now. She was certainly proud of her 'alteration' and loved showing it off. Sometimes she walked around town naked just to cause car crashes. "Any ideas on what we should do with it?" she asked, giving her pet python a pat.

Lexi had thought of Xander when that miraculous thing emerged, and now she got such a perfectly Xanderish idea, it was as if her horny fox friend had whispered in her ear from afar. "...Could you stick it up my butt?"

Emma was quite impressed. "If you wanna try taking it, be my guest!"

"Awesome!" Lexi jumped back up onto the chair and started massaging and gently pummelling the huge member to get it to wake up.

Slowly it rose. Lexi's mouth was hanging open and she didn't even care. Fully erect, Emma's cock was easily as long as a shotgun!

"Still wanna give it a go?" Emma asked, inferring there'd be no shame in backing down now.

Far from reluctance, Lexi was salivating. "It'll probably kill me, but sure!"

Emma slapped her knee. "Kickass! Let's get it on then!"

It took a few moments for them to figure out exactly how to *get* Lexi on it. The first obstacle was her diaper. Emma said that since she was the lifeguard in charge here, they could waive the 'Cubs Must Always Be Diapered' rule just this once. Lexi gleefully flung it off (and by chance it landed on the same raccoon boy). Then came the improbable logistics of getting Lexi's tailhole and Emma's cockhead in the same vicinity. Eventually, Lexi stood up on the chair's armrests and slowly lowered her hiney into position. Emma guided her massive meat-tower to the little pucker, then held Lexi's waist as the girlcub very, VERY carefully eased onto it.

One of many joys of the Naughty level: Self-lubricating anuses for just such an occasion.

When Lexi was sitting on Emma's lap again, fully impaled, her heart was racing and she felt a little lightheaded. "WOW! I think my guts are soup now!!"

Emma laughed and hugged the little darling to her bust. "You're one of the bravest kids I know, Lexi. I've seen grownups who ran screaming from this thing, but you took it like a pro! Good for you!"

Lexi glowed at the praise. She wrapped her legs around Emma's huge balls and gave them a gentle, affectionate squeeze.

Emma ran her paw along Lexi's chest and tummy. She could easily feel her cock right through the skin. "I think the tip of it must be pressing against your heart, sugarbuns. I can feel it throbbing."

Lexi giggled and hiccupped. "That's probably why I'm feeling so..." She searched for a word. "...like-I'm-about-to-pass-out-able."

"Well then, we'd better get started before you do!" Emma said, and tickled Lexi's chin.

Emma laid back, holding Lexi's waist protectively, and began to grind her groin against the little hyena's soft bottom. Lexi 'Eeep!'ed and hiccupped again. She could really feel her friend's cock pushing against her heart now! Her whole body did a little jump whenever the tennis-ball-sized tip made it skip a beat. It was a completely new sensation to Lexi. A bit alarming at first, but she thought she could get into it.

"Hey, wait a second..." she said.

Like a good partner, Emma stopped immediately.

She looked over Lexi's shoulder to see the hyena reach down and grab her mock-penis. Emma thought at first Lexi was planning to jack off while they yiffed. But Lexi had a more ingenious idea. She pulled as hard as she could on her girldick, making it stretch like latex. When it was just the right length, she shoved it up her honeypot. "Mmmmmm! Loads better," she said with an adorably satisfied smile. "Proceed!"

Emma laughed out loud at the cub's cleverness and resumed jackhammering her little ass.

Lexi felt like a building during an earthquake. She felt like her insides were being ground into mush. And she _loved_ it! The pleasure was dangerous in its intensity. She thought she might pass out or die at any second. But she held on, gritting her teeth and focusing her mind as sharply as she could on the sensations. She groped for Emma's hands and when she found them, clutched them hard.

Emma whispered soft encouragements in Lexi's ear. She could only imagine what her mammoth dick was doing to the cub's insides. She could still feel Lexi's heart bumping into her cock with every thrust, so she restrained herself from being too forceful with the bucking of her hips. "You're doing soooo good, Lexi. I'm really amazed. I grew this big mofo for use on other adults, but you're taking just fine," she said.

"Am... Am I taking it as g-good as Xander did?" Lexi managed to say inbetween sharp intakes of breath.

Emma couldn't help a chortle. "Sorry, sweetie, but his little pink ring was so loose it was like slipping on a poncho!"

Lexi laughed so hard she jerked backwards and for one eye-popping moment, could actually see the outline of Emma's cock stretched tightly against her skin. "WOW!!!"

"Think that was cool? I bet when I cum I blow the top of your head off!" Emma kidded.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Lexi challenged with a smile.

"Okey-doke; you asked for it!" Emma bounced Lexi harder on her lap. Still nowhere as hard as she *could*, but enough that Lexi certainly noticed. The hyenacub gurgled something that might have been a word and grabbed the chair's armrests to keep from flying off. She thought, 'This has gotta be what a rubber glove feels like when someone crams their hand into it!'

Emma was panting and grunting, sweat dripping off her headquills. She jammed her dick in deeper, bouncing Lexi's heart like a bop bag.

When the pleasure waves started coming faster and faster and finally reached their peak, she yowled wildly and blasted at least a liter of sweet porcupine cream up inside of Lexi.

Panting with exhaustion, Emma flopped back in her chair with a blissful grin on her face. "Damn fine time there, Lexi-sweetie. Whoo-wee!"

She sat back up and noticed that Lexi was slumped forward, limp as a ragdoll.

"Sweetie?" Emma jogged her shoulder. Lexi's head rolled loosely around, displaying a grin of ultimate magnitude. She was dead as a doornail and totally satisfied with that.

Emma slid her now-soft tubesteak out (releasing an incredible gusher of mixed fluids onto the tile floor below), and turned Lexi around for a gentle hug. "Awwww, that's cute. I came so hard I stopped your heart, huh?"

She patted Lexi on the back and gave her forehead a kiss. "Well, you just recuperate for now. I think I need to do a bit of that myself."

Still hazy and smoldering from their lusty playtime, Emma cradled the tuckered-out hyena in her arms and let her rest for as long as she needed to.


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Meanwhile, Bartleby held Crystal for as long as his wings had anything to hold on to. Her hips had long since ceased to be, so her diaper was now floating blithely away. The little vix had become less solid by the second, and soon it was like trying to hold onto a statue made of mayonnaise.

"Whooooa! Here I go, Bartleby!" she murred as she began to drip through his wings.

Bartleby was happy to hear no fear in her voice, only overwhelming pleasure. He supposed it was because she'd said she spent most of her time at home in a fluid state and was used to it. It probably wasn't the melting part that had initially unsettled her, but the not having conscious control part instead. "I suppose I can wade in you once you're totally puddle-ified," he posited.

"I'd like that," Crystal said. She was now just a drippy fox head on the surface of the water.

Bartleby petted her ears and hair as the last of her lost its shape and simply became a dark patch among the water. He bobbed forward until he was surrounded by her. He could tell the difference between the pool water and the slick denseness of Crystal's melted self.

To his surprise, a voice emanated from the goo. "This feels so... Oh, it's indescribable! You should try melting sometime, Bartleby!"

"Hey, you can still talk! Cool! And swimming in you feels neat too." He kicked his feet back and forth, making little ripples in Crystal. She laughed just like he was tickling her!

"Hey, I got an idea..." Bartleby said. He wasn't sure if a platoon of Caretakers would rush out and give him one of those explosive suppositories if he took his water wings off, but he looked around and noticed a few kids had discarded theirs, so he tentatively did too. He watched them float away, then closed his eyes and put his wings at his sides; making himself an anchor.

Bartleby sank straight down as he intended. This was something he'd liked to do when he was younger and taking swim classes: he'd sink to the bottom and stand in the corner of the deep end, staying calm and just seeing how long he could stay down there for. Now of course, he could stay down as long as he wanted. Drowning himself was quick and easy. He exhaled and a cloud of bubbles rose up like fireworks. Since he no longer needed to breathe (ever), he looked around to see if he could spot Crystal. There she was; a semi-opaque blob floating mistily on the surface. "Come on down!" he called, and waved to her.

Moving effortlessly through the water like a manta ray or jellyfish, Crystal glided down towards Bartleby and understood what his idea had been. Now she could swish and swirl around her new bat friend all over! She did so immediately, poking into his ears, between his toes, in his bellybutton and under his armpits. Soon both of them were laughing so much they looked like an underwater eruption of tiny bubbles.

Once she'd given him a thorough tickling, Crystal wrapped herself in a serpentine fashion around Bartleby's whole body and whispered in his ear. "I really wanna thank you for bein' so nice to me so far today, Bartleby."

"You're welcome," he said softly. He brushed his winghand through where he thought her cheek might be. "It's my first time here at the nursery, so thank you for making it such a fun day too."

She placed a watery little kiss on his shoulder. "No, I mean..." She paused hesitantly before continuing. "I kinda had a bad experience 'fore I died and came here. I cried a lot. I mean, after I died. But before then too. I... I don't think I can talk about it yet, but my Hellguardian told me that if I could be brave and not spend my whole afterlife in my bed under my blankets, that there'd be furs like you, Bartleby. Furs who'd be nice to me and make me feel welcome."

The little bat was genuinely touched. It meant a lot to him to know that he could help other furs and make them feel better. He felt proud of himself, and happy for her too. "I'm glad, Crystal. I... Wow, I really don't know what to say. Thank you so much for telling me that."

"No no no," she said crisply. "I'm sposta be thanking *you*!"

He giggled. "Sorry."

"No problem. So, um, I was thinking..."

She was hesitating in such a way he could tell there was something naughty on her mind. "Yessss...?"

"Can I thank you by playing with your willy-willy?" she suddenly burst out.

Bartleby giggled even harder at the cute nickname. "Sure, if you want to!"

"Okay, cool!" In a flurry of motion, Crystal unwound herself from Bartleby and made a beeline for his diaper.

Bartleby jerked and twitched and made amusing little sounds as Crystal wriggled and squished herself in.

Soon every last bit of her melted self was inside the crinkly soft swim diaper. "Yay, I did it! I'm all in!"

Bartleby looked down; his diaper now looked like he was wearing an immense plastic pumpkin. "Dang, this is way fuller than Lexi's was!"

"You like it?" came Crystal's pleased voice from inside the padding.

"Definitely!!" said Bartleby. "All that soft gel around my stuff... It feels fantastic!" He jiggled his hips, groovin' on the sensation. "It's like yiffing a lava lamp!"

That cracked Crystal up. Her laughter sent ripples through her form and tickled Bartleby in a way that sent nice little shivers up his spine.

Crystal got down to the business of showing Bartleby how much she appreciated his friendship. She sloshed back and forth in the diaper, wriggling herself into all the little nooks and crannies. She snugged herself up under his tail, wrapped gently around his balls and paid special attention to the nice pink willy-willy that was poking out of his fuzzy bat sheath.

Bartleby was glad he was nearly weightless at the bottom of the pool, since what Crystal was doing to his dong now was so incredible he was sure he'd have fallen over and cracked his head if he'd been on dry land. Instead, he floated limply, eyes closed, just trying to keep up with the morphic, ever-changing pressures and caresses on his bathood. "Crystal! Oh, keep it up! Please! This is one of the nicest thank yous anyone's ever given me!"

"Awesome!" she said. "You're really tasty too. My Hellguardian's a big blue wolf and he also let me play with his willy-willy. At first I just kinda pawed at it. I liked to pull it down and watch it sproing back up! But it smelled nice, so I tried licking it too. When I sucked on it, he said it looked really cool to be able to see it right through my head!"

"That *would* be cool!" Bartleby agreed. He thought about all the possibilities of yiffing with a transparent lover.

Crystal set up a rhythmic throb around Bartleby's cock. She liked seeing it turn redder, since she knew that meant he was going to make some cream soon. She loved making her Hellguardian Zelampago cum. When the big blue wolfdemon would shoot his white frosting all over, she'd watch in wonder and think, 'I did that! I made him feel so good that his thingy exploded!' And she would feel so proud she'd hug herself.

Crystal kept Bartleby hard and excited for quite some time, breaking her rhythm occasionally to tease it or poke a little into the hole at the tip. When Bartleby finally came, it was a gusher. He let out a long, low howl that sent a tower of bubbles up to the water's surface.

His spooge shot out and Crystal entrapped it in a bubble within herself. She let it float in a little blob where she could observe it. "Oooooo!"

Bartleby weakly kicked off and let himself float to the surface. His head popped up like a cork and he took his first breath in almost fifteen minutes. "Crystal, I think we may have invented a new way to yiff: Underwater goo sex!"

Crystal giggled, then gulped; moving his semen into her tummyparts so she could absorb it.
"I'm glad you liked it. But it's not over yet! I have something else I'd like to try..."

Bartleby could hear the naughtiness in her voice even more plainly this time. "...What?"

"This!!"

Bartleby's eyes went as big as dinnerplates and he grabbed the tile edge of the pool hard enough to leave clawmarks.


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After watching Lexi blearily resurrect herself and making sure she was okay, Emma had kissed the little 'yena all over and told her she was wonderful, and Lexi had patted her belly and said she'd better get a new diaper on quick or else all her guts were gonna fall out the back entrance. Emma guffawed and produced one for her, then plopped her down in the lifeguard seat and went to round up some cubs for a special activity.

Lexi was just pulling it on (a sea-green swim diaper with little pink starfish on it) when Bartleby walked up with the most 'Have I ever got something to show YOU!' grin she'd ever seen on him.

"Been getting into trouble?" she guessed.

"Nope, just playing with Crystal," he replied.

Lexi looked around. "Hey, where is she?"

Without a word, Bartleby reached into his diaper. It was pretty tight, but he managed to get the tip of his penis poking up over the edge. "Ready?" he asked.

Before Lexi had time to ask why Bartleby was talking to his penis, a voice replied from somewhere in his abdomen, "Yep! Go ahead and PEE ME!!!"

With that, Bartleby let loose an amazing three-foot arc of cobalt-blue urine that sparkled dazzlingly in the light.

Lexi's jaw dropped.

Where the blue urine splashed on the floor, two petite paws began to form. As Bartleby peed more, ankles appeared, then shins, thighs and a cute little gel vulva. A wagging tail soon followed. It was like watching a fox-shaped candle melt in reverse.

Lexi had to clamp her paws over her muzzle to stifle screams of astonished laughter at the sight of Bartleby whizzing out their new friend. She was thoroughly impressed: this was the sort of stunt she'd normally do to get a reaction out of Bartleby!

The little bat bucked his hips to discharge the last little bit of Crystal, which sailed across and plopped nicely into place to became her nose. She did a little pirouette.

Lexi clapped vigorously. "That was great! You two could do that on stage!!"

"Oh, there you are!" Emma said when she noticed Bartleby and Crystal. "Do you two want to join us for water balloons? I'm sure Lexi does."

"My wings aren't very good for throwing," Bartleby admitted. "I can dodge good though," he added, flapping himself up off the ground for a second.

Lexi cackled. "Not *those* kinds of water balloons!" She grabbed his arm. "Come on, you'll see!"

Bartleby shrugged and let the boisterous little hyena dominate him. "Crystal?" he called over his shoulder.

"I'm coming!" she cried. She dashed back to the pool just long enough to grab her diaper and hop into it.

Over at the other end of the pool, Emma was holding a hose while a group of little ones gathered around her with wagging tails. "All here?" she asked. She scanned the pool for anyone else who might want to join in, and smiled when she saw Crystal trotting up. "Good. Who'd like to volunteer first?"

A pink-furred kitten zoomed to the front of the pack. "Oooh, me! Me!!"

"I like your enthusiasm!" Emma said with a chuckle. She gave the girl's cherry-red headfur a loving stroke and inserted the hose in her mouth. The kitten murred blissfully like it was her mother's teat.

Emma turned a wheel set into the wall and the hose gave a jump. Soon the other kids could all see the kitten's tummy getting rounder. She grew and grew, filling with cool, sloshy water, until she was as big and round as a beanbag chair.

The porcupine pulled out the hose with a little 'plook' sound and gave the immobilized kitty a pat. "Good girl! Now, who's next?"

Bartleby thought this looked a lot more fun to him than some silly water balloon fight! (In the few times he'd participated in one before, he'd never been able to hit anyone. Feet are simply not designed for throwing accuracy.) Getting inflated with water looked surprisingly relaxing, judging from the big smile on the rat boy who was currently being inflated, and the watery echoes of the pink kitten's purring reverberating the tiles at their feet.

Lexi didn't mind waiting her turn, since she liked watching other cubs get big almost as much as getting big herself. Most of them inflated without incident, and soon there was a cluster of big, wet, happy, jiggly water-filled diapercubs by the side of the pool. The only hiccup came when Emma presented the hose to Crystal. The little toothpaste princess got about half as big as the other kids before suddenly bursting. She ended up splashing everyone within twenty feet with little bits of wintergreen-fresh vixenbits. She pulled herself together a few moments later, giggling helplessly, and told Emma she'd enjoyed that quite a bit.

Lexi waited till last because she wanted to feel Bartleby's tummy as he got ballooned. Emma put the hose in his mouth and soon Lexi could feel the water gushing down his throat and filling up his stomach. It was electrifying to feel the cold water exerting so much pressure right under her bat friend's warm skin.  Bartleby gave her a winghug and they both rubbed his rapidly expanding tummy.

When he was full and Emma had rolled him over to bounce into the other cubs, the porcupine turned to Lexi. She twirled the hose at her side like a lariat. "Looks like yer next, sugarbuns."

"Ummm, can I try something different?" Lexi asked in her absolute most irresistibly sweet tone of voice.

Emma smirked. She was spoiling this girl. "And what might that be?"

Lexi held open the front of her diaper. "Not in my mouth!"

Emma tickled Lexi's ears. "Oh, I suppose!"

By the way some of the other cubs giggled, Lexi could tell they'd be requesting this the next time they came to the Nursery at pool time. She cooed as the cool nozzle slipped into her little girl-cave. She fidgeted in anticipation as she watched Emma turn the valve, then shrieked in joy as the high-pressure water stream shot up inside her!

Lexi hummed happily as she patted her tummy, watching it bounce and jiggle. Like the others, she inflated in a much more cartoonish way than if the laws of physics still applied. On Earth, this much water would make one's organs burst and there'd be lots of blood and the whole thing would just be overall quite yecchy. Instead, Lexi's body reacted like rubber. She grew rounder and rounder around her middle. Her arms and legs plumped up and sunk in. Her chest got so big she almost couldn't see over it. She gasped in pleasure at the wonderful fullness and had a squeaky little orgasm around the phallic-shaped nozzle.

Eventually she was beanbag-chair-sized too. Emma turned off the water and pulled out the hose. She gave Lexi a kiss as she rolled her over to be with the other inflated cubs.

"Aren't you glad I made you do this?" Lexi said to her bloated bat buddy.

Bartleby nodded as well as he could, which wasn't very. "I'm almost always glad when you make me do stuff!"

Lexi 'Tee hee!'ed. "I love getting inflated like this. When it's water instead of air, you get to sit there and feel heavy and sloshy and just chill out. It's really soothing for me. I wonder if the tides have anything to do with it?"

"Does Hell have tides?" Bartleby pointed out.

"...I have no idea," Lexi realized.

Bartleby nudged Crystal, whom Emma had managed to blow up, very carefully, to about 3/4 the size of the others. "How're you doing down there?"

"I feel like I'm surrounded by giant pillows!" Crystal said.

"That's a good description," Lexi agreed. "Wet pillows though."

"Still, pretty comfy," Bartleby added, and lolled onto Lexi to snuggle in.

Crystal leaned on the hyena as well, and the trio fell into a pleasant daydreaming doze, lulled by the gently shifting weight of the water within them.


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Emma blew her whistle so loud a few kids' heads exploded. "That's it, critters! Time to go!! Pool's closin' for the day!"

Bartleby had been drifting almost to the point of dozing, so he was rather startled by the sharp whistle (especially when one considers his immense ears). His head jerked up and, forgetting he was so round, he nearly toppled over backwards.

Thankfully, Lexi caught him with her pudgy paws. "Woop! Don't roll away, Bartleby!"

He chucked. "That scared me! I was so relaxed there, I almost fell asleep."

"I think I did fall asleep," Crystal piped up. "I had a little dream about inflating all my stuffed animals with a hose, except it was full of jelly instead of water."

"I haven't tried jelly before," Lexi noted.

Bartleby looked around and was puzzled by the fact that, even though Emma had said the pool was closing, no one was getting out of it. In fact, the other kids who *were* out were now all jumping *in*. He sloshed himself around to tap Lexi's approximate shoulder area. "Um..."

She just winked at him. "You'll see!"

Once all the cubs had jumped in the pool, Emma nodded satisfactorily and walked over to the living water balloons. "Ready to pop, kiddos?"

"YEAH!!!" came the rousing reply. Even Bartleby chimed in, since he'd figured this was the most likely way his balloony experience would come to an end.

Pleased by their enthusiasm, Emma reached behind her and plucked off a quill. "Sometimes it's useful to be a living pincushion," she remarked. "For instance, I never have to look for a toothpick!" She giggled and poked the quill into a nearby giraffe boy.

He squealed with glee as his tummy ripped open and a deluge of water flooded out. It wasn't like the sudden bang of a helium balloon popping; moreso the comparatively slower gush of a swimming pool springing a big leak. Water poured out of the little giraffe until he was all emptied out. He ended up lying on the tile pool floor like a cub-shaped wetsuit.

By now so many cubs were begging to be next that Emma had to pull off a second quill and start puncturing them right and left with both hands. The pink kitty who'd been the first volunteer had a screeching orgasm when she popped, so loud it could have shattered glass. Crystal once again disintegrated completely into little sticky toothpaste blobs when she went. Lexi and Bartleby held hands and were popped simultaneously. It was a wonderfully fun feeling, certainly orgasmic, and it was even better to share it together.

When every last little boy and girl had been popped and were lying about like happily moaning banana skins, Emma produced a gargantuan squeegee from a nearby closet and simply swept them all over the side of the pool and into the water.

Bartleby bobbed to the surface and looked down at his burst-open tummy. He was perfectly hollowed out inside and his skin flaps resembled little extra wings. "That looks pretty cool, actually." He looked up at Lexi, who was also enjoying her shredded condition. "This still doesn't explain why we're back in the pool, though."

"Maybe that will," Lexi said, and pointed at Emma.

The lady porcupine had walked over to the far corner of the room and stopped beside a large candy-red button on the wall. "I hope you all had a fantastic time and you'll all come back real soon, my little water pups!" she called out.

"'Bye, Emma!" many of the cubs replied.

Emma pushed the button and the whole room shuddered. A large section of the wall began to rise up, eight feet across at least. Bartleby saw something shining behind it. When the wall had risen enough to make it out, Bartleby's pupils shrank to dots.

It was an tremendous, glistening chrome toilet handle.

"Oh, not *again*!" the little bat wailed.

Lexi hugged him, grinning gleefully. "*Yes* again!! It's toilet time!"

Emma leaned over the brobdingnagian flusher and pushed down with all her strength. She grunted and groaned, her biceps quivering, until the massive handle finally budged. Once it overcame inertia, it slammed down quite quickly. Immediately, an ominous rumble filled the echoing room.

A thunderous cheer rose up from the cubs as the water in the pool began to swirl.

Crystal had just managed to get herself reconstituted. "What's going on!?"

Bartleby wrapped her up in his wings. "Brace yourself, we're getting flushed!"

With a mighty roar, the water picked up speed, forming a spinning maelstrom around the drain. Some cubs were close enough to it that they got sucked down almost immediately. Lexi, Crystal and Bartleby were at the opposite end, so they got the full experience of being carried along the whole circumference of the pool by the inescapable current.

Lexi had her arms up in the air, screaming and hooting in exhilaration. "I think this is even *faster* than the giant toilet!!" she shouted.

Part of Bartleby's brain was panicking, but mostly he was able to reassure himself that he was in no real danger. This was helped by the fact that Crystal, surprisingly, didn't look scared at all. She was giggling just as if she were riding a pony.

Round and round and round they went. More cubs kept spinning around the central whirlpool, squealing and grinning and peeing their diapers, then suddenly descending out of sight.

Bartleby was drawing closer by the second. He had to admit to himself, this _was_ a lot of fun. "And at least this one's not full of poop," he said to himself.

Lexi overhead. Her grin unfurled from ear to ear. She concentrated, squinched her eyes shut and pushed. "Now it is," she told Bartleby.

"What? ...Oh MAN!! You didn't!"

Lexi laughed her tail off, enjoying the warmth of the nice new heavy loaf in her diaper.

Bartleby didn't have time to tell her she was a gross little hyena (and that he loved her for it), because he was startled by Crystal's sudden, "OH!" The current yanked her right out of his wings. She went swirling at the center of the vortex, spinning around like a top for a few seconds, then was sucked under.

"See ya at the other end!" Lexi called out, and dove towards the drain. She yipped in excitement as she departed too.

Bartleby had barely enough time to glimpse Emma waving bye-bye to him and the others as the center of the whirlpool caught hold of him. "WHOA-OA-OA-OA-OA!!!" He felt like a bat in a blender as he spun around and around, drawing nearer to the center before the suction finally claimed him.

Meanwhile, Emma watched the last of the children disappear down the drain while idly stroking her porcupine sausage. As soon as the water was gone, the pool began to automatically refill. Emma masturbated in earnest as she waited for it to finish. Then with a naughty giggle, she forced the flusher down again and jumped in herself. "Wheeeee!" she shouted.

Inside the pipe, Bartleby's sense of direction was obliterated. The water was rushing by so fast it was impossible to tell up from down, backwards from forwards. It felt like he was a bullet being fired from a gun. The water was deafeningly loud and he was being tumbled helplessly end over end.

He thought back to when he was a baby bat, wary of taking baths for fear he might someday slip down the drain. 'At least I know what that feels like now,' he thought. 'And it's not that bad, really!'

He was just starting to get used to the swift, disorienting current and really enjoy it when, quite abruptly, it ended. Bartleby passed through some sort of tickly forcefield, then squirted out into bright lights.

"Oof!" He landed on something soft. When he opened his eyes to look, he found he was in the midst of an enormous pile of pillows.

"Oh good, you made it!"

Past the area of his soft landing, Lexi was standing with Crystal and the other cubs who had been in the pool.

The first thing Bartleby noticed was that they were all in a part of the Abyssal Nursery he hadn't seen yet. The walls were deep, royal violet, darkening to black on a ceiling dotted with tiny stars. All four walls contained posters of nursery rhyme illustrations and bookshelves bursting with colorful picture books. In the center of the room were dozens of cots, cribs and sleeping bags. Above everything was a room-sized mobile, featuring all sorts of babyish nighttime symbology, including several sleeping cubs who might have been plastic or might have volunteered to be happily immobilized.

The second thing Bartleby noticed was that he, and everyone else, was perfectly dry. His diaper had changed back too. 'That must've been what that forcefield was,' he reasoned.

"Know what we're gonna do now?" Lexi asked.

"Lemme guess; naptime?" said Bartleby.

"Yup! But we get a story first!"

"And cookies!" Crystal chimed in.

"Sounds like a good idea. I am a bit tired from all that fun in the pool," Bartleby said. He was trying to climb out of the pit o' pillows but was finding it rather difficult. Everywhere he stepped, his foot would just sink deeper into the downy oubliette, and his wings weren't very much use at all.

Lexi was attempting not to giggle at his plight. "Like quicksand, huh?"

Bartleby growled at the recalcitrant cushions. "Yes!"

"Well, get close enough and I'll try to pull you out." She stood on the very edge and held her paw out to him.

Bartleby reached as far as he could. It wasn't anywhere close enough and he ended up falling flat on his face in fluff. His ears tingled with the sound of Lexi and Crystal's laughter. "That's right! Make fun of the poor bat's misery!" he scolded them playfully.

Just then, the door to the naptime room opened and a familiar lemurdemon entered, pushing one of the brass snack carts. It was laden with milk cartons and a dozen different varieties of cookie. "Good afternoon, everyone! Are we all ready for a nice little tale of yiff and a happy sleepytime afterwards?"

Lexi perked right up. "It's Mikki this time! Awesome! She does the best voices."

The cubs all crowded around the beautiful succubus, hugging and kissing and requesting their favorite stories.

The hyena and vixen were eager to join them before all the good cookies were snatched up. "C'mon, Bartleby! Last time I got stuck in the pillow pile-"

Bartleby did not hear the rest of Lexi's sentence, because at that moment he was brusquely flattened by a porcupine butt.

Emma had popped out of the chute and landed right on top of him. She didn't even seem to notice at first. "Dang, that's fun!!" she said with a bright, dizzy smile.

"Hi Emma! Gonna stay for storytime?" Lexi asked.

"Nope, goin 'on my lunchbreak. I'm ravenous." She started to stand up, then realized there was something stuck on her.

"I am not a pillow..." Bartleby said weakly.


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After extracting himself from Emma's quills (which of course were no more painful than a friendly nuzzle), Bartleby assured her there were no hard feelings and that, when his face wasn't smashed into it, he thought her butt was actually quite pretty. He even gave it a kiss for emphasis. Emma was overwhelmed by his gentlemanly nature and gave him a big hug and kiss. Similar hugs followed for Lexi and Crystal and then she dashed off for the Nursery staff cafeteria. She said she'd overheard they had grilled sandworm tongue today, and that it was not to be missed.

Bartleby joined the other cubs around Mikhloria's snack cart. He selected two almond windmills, two maple creams and a double chocolate chip, then poured himself a glass of cold fox milk (He'd developed quite a fondness for it after so many afternoons visiting with Xander and his eternally lactating mom). He picked out a cot beside Lexi and settled in to munch cookies and enjoy a good story.

The one Mikhloria eventually settled on was "The Princess And The Pee", which is similar to the well-known tale of royalty and vegetables but with a few Naughty Level twists. Specifically, the tale's heroine was a mouse princess in a land where everyone was happily incontinent. Like all princesses of her realm, she was a champion bedwetter. But to ensure that she was worthy of one day becoming queen, her parents had to give her a test. "Only a *true* princess can pee through thirty mattresses!" her father said.

Mikki was an excellent storyteller, crafting individual voices for each character and freely deviating from the book whenever her giggling audience suggested some new element. Bartleby was just finishing up his last few drops of milk when the princess succeeded in her task and proved herself true royalty, thanks to her best friend the castle stableboy, and a trough full of apple juice.

Lexi yawned, and Bartleby followed suit. He felt surprisingly tired, considering that he normally didn't have a problem staying awake and full of pep throughout most of his other hellish adventures. 'Maybe it's just this room,' he thought. Everything in it seemed to exude a calming, soporific aura. 'Or maybe they put something in the milk!' He eyed it suspiciously. Then yawned again.

Mikhloria stood up and placed the storybook back on the shelf. "Alright now, children. It's time for all my good little babies to go nap-nap. Does anyone need to change into sleepwear?"

A few hands went up, and Mikhloria led those cubs over to a wooden cabinet. When each cub stepped inside, tiny nozzles appeared to spraypaint pajamas right over them. Nearly all were of the footy variety. Beside the pajama cabinet, there was an auto-diaper-changing machine as well. Bartleby also noticed some cubs selecting plushies from a big bin in the corner. 

"I usually just sleep in my diaper here. Sometimes at home, too," Lexi said.

"I'm always diapered," Crystal piped up, sounding proud. "Just like the princess in the story; I think it's fun being in cont'nent."

"I don't wear much, if anything, when I sleep," Bartleby said. "My wings get in the way."

Lexi created a portal and reached through into her bedroom. A look of concentration on her face, she rustled around for a moment before locating her target. She brought out her purple unicorn plush, Michelle, and gave her a hug.

A huge smile suddenly appeared on Bartleby's face. "Hey! I'll get Terry!"

"Great idea!" Lexi agreed.

Crystal looked around. "I think he's in another room..."

Bartleby looked puzzled, but Lexi figured it out. "No, not Terry the pangolin. Bartleby's got a plushie named Terry. And he's a Real plushie, too!"

"Ooooooo!" said Crystal.

Bartleby had a portal in no time and on his very first try, reached in and touched red artificial fur. He would have known the feel of Terry's fabric even if he had to root through a thousand plushies blindfolded. He pulled his stuffed friend through and gave him a kiss on the nose and one on each chocolate-colored foot. "Hiya, best friend!"

"Bartleby!!" Terry shouted in delight. "I thought you'd be gone all day. I'm still diapered, see? I yarned myself again, though. But I thought you could give me a change when you got home and told me all about this place."

"Awwww! That is *so* cute!" said Lexi.

"He IS real!!" Crystal gasped. She'd never seen an animate plush before, and was astonished.

Bartleby patted Terry's padded tush. "Good boy! And I'm diapered too. Lexi even got me to use it a few times."

"Neato!" said Terry.

"Time for lights out!" Mikhloria said in her gentle, musical voice. There were sounds of shuffling blankets as dozens of cubs all settled in and got comfy. The Caretaker Succubus turned off the lightswitch and the room transformed into a nighttime fantasy. The tiny stars on the ceiling all began to glow, and the mobile started turning, playing a sweet, quiet melody.

"Wowww..." Bartleby whispered.

Mikhloria walked to the other side of the room to her storytelling chair. "If anyone needs a bottle or a changing, or just has a bad dream, I'll be right here. Now goodnight, my dear furlings. Sleep tight and sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Miss Mikki," several cubs replied.

Bartleby was just getting settled in with Terry snuggled safely under his arm, when he felt a soft poke and he opened his eyes.

Lexi didn't look at all sleepy. She looked like she was up to mischief. "I have an idea!" she whispered.

"Aren't we supposed to be going to sleep now?" he replied.

"It's okay if we talk or masturbate a bit, just so long as we're quiet," she assured.

"So what was your idea?"

"Well... It'll be a little hard to cuddle our plushies and do it at the same time..."

"Awww, but I just got here!" Terry whined, his ears drooping in disappointment.

Lexi reached over and skritched his tummy. "Hey, I wasn't gonna suggest sending you back! How'd you like to cuddle with our new friend Crystal for a bit?"

Hearing her name, the blue vixen sat up, ears perked.

"That'd be okay!" Terry said.

"Fine with me," Bartleby agreed.

"Excellent!" Lexi scooped up the little diapered foxplush and handed both him and her unicorn to Crystal. "Crystal, this is Michelle and Terry."

"They're adorable!" Crystal said, perhaps a little too loud. She wrapped both of the plushies up in a big hug and kissed both their noses.

Terry squirmed happily at the affection, feeling an instant connection with this new foxgirl. He closed his eyes and sniffed her. "Mmmmm, you smell *good*!"

"Thanks!" she told him, and nuzzled noses. She looked up to Bartleby and Lexi. "And thank you too for trusting me with your plushies. I mean, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable lending mine to *anyone*! They're worth more than the whole world to me. This really means a lot."

Lexi patted Crystal's soft gel paw. "I'm sure you'll take good care of them. And maybe someday, we can come over and meet your plush too?"

The little vixen's expression was priceless. "...I'd like that very much," she said, so overcome with emotion it was almost too soft to hear.

"I'd like to meet them too," Terry said, and licked her cheek with his little felt tongue.

She giggled and nuzzled him. "Okay, we'll see." She turned back to Bartleby and Lexi. "I'm feelin' really sleepy now, so goodnight you two. We can have more fun when naptime's over." She yawned, then laid down and settled in with the two precious plushies held safe in a loving embrace. "Thank you," she said again, to all her new friends, both fur and plush.

"You're welcome," Lexi and Bartleby said in unison.

In just a few seconds, they could hear the sound of Crystal's quiet snores. Fittingly, they sounded a little like squeezing an empty toothpaste tube.


	*   *   *   *   *


Bartleby looked at Lexi. "So what *are* we gonna do after naptime?" he asked.

She propped her head up on her folded arms. "There's usually more group-oriented stuff planned for then. We can go out for recess and play hide-and-seek or tag with the other kids. Then there's arts 'n crafts. You can even eat the fingerpaints if you wanna, and they taste good, too! We could also go crawling around in the ballpit and risk getting squeezed."

"Squeezed?"

"Anacondas amongst the balls," she clarified with a grin of obvious relish.

Bartleby grinned too. "Count me in!"

"Sometimes there's also contests to see who can mess their diaper the most. You can opt out if you want though," she reassured.

"That's good. I haven't had much practice. I bet you've won a few times though, right?"

Lexi oozed false modesty. "Perhaps."

Bartleby could just picture her looking triumphant with a diaper so full it nearly touched the ceiling.

"Of course, there's all sortsa stuff we can just choose to do whenever we want. We don't hafta participate in all the scheduled stuff. And I'm sure eventually we'll both get punished for something with a good, hard spanking!" Her eyes lit up, anticipating the pleasant soreness of a bright pink bottom. "Although whatever happens, save room for dinnertime. Everyone gets to sit on a Caretaker's lap and be spoon-fed!"

That made Bartleby giggle and murr at the same time. It would certainly be a very babyish thing to do, and the thought of being fed by a mommy sent warm feelings all through him.

"But for now, I just had a great idea on how we could sneak a quick yiff," Lexi said conspiratorially.

"Won't Mikki notice if one of us gets in the other's cot?"

"That's just it," Lexi said, looking supremely clever, "we won't have to."

"What about these?" Bartleby asked, looking down at his diaper. It was on pretty tight, and he knew if he removed it, all the alarms would go off. "Do you mean like, make a hole in it somehow?"

The hyena shook her head, enjoying his not being able to figure it out. "Nope! Here, let me show you." She reached into her diaper and pulled hard. With a little 'pop', her big black clitty came right off in her hand. She held it out to Bartleby. "Now you give me yours."

Bartleby's smile lit up like a Christmas tree. "Cool!" He accepted her girldick and tucked it down the back of his nappy. Lexi shuddered happily. Bartleby got a hold of his member and yanked it off too.

Lexi snatched it up eagerly. It was down her diaper in a flash. "Now we just kinda grind on 'em till we get a good cum and then drift off into happy happy dreamland!"

Bartleby was floored by her ingenuity. "You are just too clever, Lexi."

She shrugged. "Hey, anyplace I go where there's rules, I *automatically* gotta figure out how to get around 'em!" They both 'tee hee'ed.

Bartleby turned over on his tummy and reached back to feel around for where he'd stuck Lexi's clitoris. He could tell the instant he found it because she made the cutest little 'Erf!' sound when he did. Slowly, he eased it towards his tailhole, then began to sink it in. It was easy. Lexi's clit was long and smooth and tapered, somewhat like a vibrator. Her mock-penis and Bartleby's anus were a perfect match.

Likewise Bartleby's cock and Lexi's cunny. The little 'yena was whimpering in pleasure from the feel of Bartleby's tight, hot ring around her girldick, while slowly stuffing his bathood up inside her hungry mound. They were both restraining moans and breathing heavily as they got used to the mind-boggling feeling of simultaneously yiffing and being yiffed.

Lexi rolled over onto her side, facing Bartleby so she could watch him, and bunched up her blanket into a ball between her legs. She held it tight and began to hump against it. She hissed in pleasure, not daring to make a sound. Being surrounded on all sides by sleeping cubs added extra danger and forbiddenness to their fun. How exciting!

Bartleby had his eyes shut tight, rocking back and forth as he maneuvered Lexi's femboner inside him. She was longer than him by a small fraction, and he had it inserted almost all the way. He had to be careful though. If things got too slippery back there, it'd be easy to have it slide in and get lost.

Lexi yiffed her blanket-ball harder. She loved how her horniness was making her skin get warmer, making her sweat a little, and increasing the baby-powder scent of her diaper. The rhythmic crinkle of her plastic mixed with the sounds of Bartleby's, making a nearly silent symphony.

Bartleby was shaking, trembling, panting with reckless pleasure. This was so naughty, yiffing in front of so many cubs he'd never even met! And what if Mikhloria caught him? Would he be given the exploding suppository? Or worse? Bartleby's mind ran through all sorts of possible punishments, which just made him exponentially yiffier.

The thick little bat wiener was giving Lexi quite a good time. Nice and plump, it filled her up just right. Not like Emma's had, of course. But the magic of the Naughty Level allowed her to adjust her vestibule to whatever size she desired. And right now she desired Bartleby-size.

Bartleby's toes were curling and his tail was twitching. His ears were up, erect as his momentarily-elsewhere penis. He was alert to any sound that might signal his and Lexi's sexy shenanigans had been discovered.

Then something happened that completely sent him spiralling into realms of unthinking pleasure.

Lexi began to use her diaper.

The crisp spray of hyena water hit Bartleby's cock like a mini showerhead. It was so *warm*! They could both feel it trickling along around his meat and through her curly fur. Exquisite. Unlike anything else.

Lexi was making tiny yips and Bartleby was panting hard. The wonderful pee was the perfect element to send them both over the edge. The warmth of their bodies, the embrace of their flesh, the softness of their fur, the comfort of their diapers... And now the shared sensation of Lexi's precious essence.

In complete silence, Bartleby stiffened and came. Through Infernal magic, his testicles pumped out boycum that magically emerged from his cocktip two feet away. When Lexi felt the splash inside her, she bit down hard on her pillow, muffling her lustful howl. A similar spurt of cub-juice filled Bartleby's eager hiney-hole.

Spent and puffing, the two cubs were motionless as they recovered from their orgasms. They both felt like they'd just run a million miles, or fell out a plane without a parachute, or had unbelievably awesome magic penis-swapping sex.

Bartleby was so content and relaxed after his cum that, without even thinking about it, he began to wet himself too.

Lexi heard the trickling sound. "Hey, you're peeing!" she said.

The little bat couldn't believe it. The warm wee-wee was splashing out from the hole where his penis had been a few minutes ago. He was actually having an accident in his nappies just like a real baby. And it was *fun*!

"Oh, Bartleby!" Lexi checked quick to make sure Mikhloria was looking in another direction, then leaned across as far as she could and kissed her friend on the nose. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Me too, actually," he said, blushing a bit. "I never would have thought it, but having it just suddenly happen like that... Wow." He reached down and rubbed the front of his diaper, feeling the moisture trickle through his crotchfur. "I'm gonna take a nap in a wet diaper," he stated, mostly for himself, and was surprised at the yiffy shiver it gave him just to admit to it.

"I'm gonna make you spend every night in diapers from now on, just you-" Lexi said, then couldn't stop a yawn from intruding. "Darn, I knew a good orgasm'd make me sleepy. Mind if I tuck your junk inside and I'll give it back when we wake up?"

"Sounds fine," Bartleby said. He flexed his cheeks and let out a soft, "Ohh!" as he allowed Lexi's femboner to slide inside him.

Lexi certainly enjoyed that too! She ground hard against Bartleby's wiener, making him yelp a little, then pushed on her diaper to make sure it went in all the way.

Then she untangled her blanket and draped it over her sleepy self. "Thanks, Bartleby. I really can't tell you enough times how much it meant to me when you agreed to come with me today. You're a good friend for being so brave and so willing to do stuff you're not sure of to make me happy."

"Hey," he shrugged, "It ended up making me pretty happy too. And you know I like it when you nudge me into stuff. This has been a really fun day, Lexi."

She smiled beautifully at him in the dim glow of the ceiling starlight. "And it's not even *close* to bein' over yet..."

She yawned.

He yawned.

And within seconds, they were both fast asleep.

Mikhloria Zantetziki got up and silently padded over to them. She'd been watching their whole little show, and was both proud of them for being so quiet and considerate of the other cubs, and incredibly turned-on.

She leaned in close to breathe in the scrumptious smell of their lovemaking. Then she gave them each a kiss on their foreheads. 

"Dream well, little ones," she whispered.




	The End
	for now...





AUTHOR'S NOTES
*****

This story was inspired by, of all things, a text-based adventure game. Alfador thought it up and based it on Bartleby's Descent; taking place on our grey-furred hero's second day in Hell and following his exploits in the Abyssal Nursery (among other proposed locations). It never did progress beyond the demo stage, but what I saw overjoyed me nevertheless. He'd *perfectly* captured my characters, my themes, my sense of humor, EVERYTHING. It was a writer's wet dream of a fan-work. I immediately knew I wanted to turn his game into a story, and I think I've done my best to use as many of his ideas as I could. Not to rely on, but to make this story as mind-bendingly yiffy as possible for him. ^__^

Thank you again, Alfadorable. <skritches at the base of your three tails>

Thanks also go to EtherRealty and Zephon T'sol for general encouragement, bouncing ideas off of, and just generally bein' two wild and kinky guys. <hugs and noogies>

"Bartleby And The Abyssal Nursery"
Started 01/22/08, Finished 06/05/08, Editing completed 06/25/08