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You are about to get revenge on Whitney by using her own drug against her. Was that wise?\n\n[b]What to expect:[/b]\nI wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.","description_bbcode_parsed":"Description:
You are really going to do it. You are about to get revenge on Whitney by using her own drug against her. Was that wise?
What to expect:
I wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.","writing":"The temptation is too big. You know that you shouldn't be doing this, yet you find yourself stepping backwards from the front door. You have made your decision. Before the day ends, the syringe on the shelf will be empty. Just like Whitney's mind. \nEntering the room, you realize that this is Whitney's kitchen. There is a stove, a microwave, a dishwasher and a fridge. And on the fridge, there are hanging pictures. Photos and drawings. A drawing shows what you identify as Whitney. It's scrawly drawn and you ask yourself who made this, as you notice the name “PBuG” in the bottom right corner. It's written in the same color as the drawing. You can't remember drawing this. And then you take a look at the other pictures. Photos of you and Whitney. You, sitting in the Baby Chair, getting fed Brain Drain. The look on your face is one of complete bliss. Another photo of you sitting on the ground, drawing. You look very concentrated. You ask yourself again how long she has kept you as her baby. And you feel anger.\n\nWith the syringe in your hand, you head back to the living room, where Whitney still lies on the couch and sleeps soundly. Her silent snoring sounds so calm and innocent. But you know better. The stench of her full diaper is lingering in the room, while you approach her. You flick two fingers against the syringe to get rid of the air bubbles in it and then press the plunger a little forward, until the Brain Drain forms a first drop at the needle. \nHer left arm is hanging down at the side of the couch. You place the syringe at a vein and with a dauntless push the needle sinks into it. \n\nWhitney opens her eyes and looks at you. “W-What are you doing there, snappy?” she asks and tries to pull back her arm, but you had grabbed her arm with a great presence of mind before and now you hold it in place. And instead of answering her question, you push the plunger into the barrel. Within a few seconds, the Brain Drain leaves the syringe and enters Whitney's system.\nYou look into her eyes. Her pupils are slowly growing bigger, dilating with fear. “Why?” she begins to sob. Tears are forming in her eyes.\nYou pull the needle of the now empty syringe out of her arm and just smile at her. \nAnd then you watch her eyes becoming dull. Her pupils shrink again and she suddenly seems far aloof. \n“Tell me, do you know your name?” you ask her.\n“Gah!” she answers and begins to giggle.\n“That's right, you are my cute little baby wolf,” you smile. “And a very stinky one. Let's get you changed.”\nYou lift her from the couch and carry her to the changing table. But before you are even able to open the tapes of her diaper, you hear her grunting and her already full diaper bloats up with another load of fresh wolf poop, probably caused by the Brain Drain. You wait for her to finish her duty before you undo the tapes. The slimy muck in her diaper has a slightly green hue. You don't know for sure, but you guess that all of her former adult mind has been emptied out into the diaper under her. “You really made a big oopsie, didn't you?” you ask, while cleaning her private parts with wet wipes.\n“Gah!” she babbles and snickers.\nYou ball up the old diaper and throw it in the pail next to the changing table, then you grab a fresh diaper and unfold it.\nWhitney kicks her legs and struggles against the new diaper but you are stronger than her and after a short fight, you finally tape the padding shut. As if she had waited for this, you hear a faint hissing sound and the front of her clean diaper grows warm and squishy. She begins to giggle again, probably expecting you to get angry at her, or to change her once more. None of that happens. You just smile and give her wet crotch a pat, then you lift her up from the changing table. A diaper that isn't fully used isn't worth it to be changed.\nWhitney begins to sniffle and you instinctively know that she is about to cry. You take a pacifier out of the drawer and put it into Whitney's snout. “No need to cry, little wolf. I will change you... eventually.”\nShe still starts crying, but you don't really care. This was your sweet revenge and you wouldn't let her spoil it for you.\n\nYou know that you can't stay here forever, but you can't leave Whitney alone on her own as well. You have to take her home with you. It is still afternoon, so if you leave now, the other villagers are going to ask some unwanted questions for sure. Absorbed in your thoughts, you put Whitney to bed for a nap and wait for the night to arrive.\n\nWhen the moon is finally high enough, you already have gathered some stuff. A [color=blue]Stroller[/color] in which you plan to transport Whitney and a bag full of baby supplies, like new diapers, baby powder and wipes. And obviously you take some [color=blue]Baby Rompers[/color] with you. Can't have Whitney running around naked, can you?\nWhitney is already sitting in the [color=blue]Stroller[/color] and is wearing a blue [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color]. Underneath it, there is a clean diaper. You had to change her again after waking her up, because she had messed herself in her sleep quite badly.\nAnd now you're ready to go.\nWith the bag of baby supplies over your shoulder, you start pushing the [color=blue]Stroller[/color] out of Whitney's door.\n\nThe night is silent and the moon baths the island in a silver light. Whitney seems to be excited. “Awoo!” she howls at the moon, once she has spotted it in the sky. \nYou search for the pacifier and put it into her mouth to silence her, but she still tries to howl.\n\n“Oh P-Bug, you finally switched roles?” you hear Melba's voice from behind you. You turn around and see the koala smiling happily at you. “When Whitney pushed you around in that [color=blue]Stroller[/color], I always wanted to know if you'd ever switch roles. Good to see that happen, toasty.”\nYou nod nervously. You really had hoped that nobody would see you. Now you have to escape the conversation, but you don't want to be rude. “Look, we're both really tired and are on our way home...” you begin.\nMelba nods. “Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you two, toasty.”\nStill nervous, you begin to push the [color=blue]Stroller[/color] in the direction of your home, away from Melba. She waves goodbye and moves on. Why was Whitney worried she would get caught, if she was out in the public with you in that [color=blue]Stroller[/color]? Maybe she was just concerned about what would happen if it came to light that you didn't give your consent for all of this. And obviously the whole situation with her eating Cole. You shake your head and look at the wolf in front of you. She is sleeping with a stuffed animal in her arms, suckling on the pacifier and probably having sweet dreams. Whatever she did before, she wouldn't remember anything about it, now that her mind has been regressed, so you can't arrest her. Calling the public authorities seems like a bad idea in general, now that you are the one responsible for her condition. In the end, you are going to be the one arrested. No... you have to care for Whitney now for the rest of your life. All you can try to do is making the best of the situation.\n\n~\n\nIt has been a week since you used the Brain Drain on Whitney and there are still no signs of her mind recovering from it. The first couple of days you had hoped that there was still a chance, but the more days passed, the lower your hopes got. Until you finally accommodated to the new situation. The second floor of your house is now a dedicated baby room. There are playmats covering the ground, a big playpen in the top left corner of the room and an [color=blue]Elephant Slide[/color] in the middle of the room. On the right side, there is a [color=blue]Rocking Horse[/color] and in the top right corner a [color=blue]Baby Bed[/color]. In the bottom right corner stands a changing table and a diaper pail and in the bottom left corner, there is Whitney, standing in a baby bouncer that is attached to the ceiling, its straps stretched from Whitney's weight. You did everything to give Whitney a comfortable life as a baby and she seems to appreciate it. She happily jumps up and down in the bouncer as she sees you coming up the stairs. \nYou were only gone for a few minutes, but she wags her tail like she hasn't seen you in days. \nIn your hand, you have some letters from the daily stroll to your mailbox. And there is one that is sticking out.\nIt's the one from the HHA, the Happy Home Academy. A sudden wave of fear washes over you. You totally forgot about them. They must have seen Whitney, when they inspected your home. \nSlowly, you unfold the letter.\n\n“About Player's home,\n\n162,361 points. Rank S.\nWow. We are in awe of your score above 150,000 points. The dedicated baby room is really charming and the lifelike baby doll in the bed is a nice touch. Enjoy the included gift and keep making that home happy!\n\nHappy Home Academy”\n\nThere is a [color=blue]Gold HHA Trophy[/color] included in the letter. The one item that shows your dedication for the ultimate happy home. You still can't believe it. Not only didn't they notice that Whitney wasn't a lifelike baby doll, but they also rewarded you for designing the room like this. You begin to laugh with relief. You look over at Whitney and just laugh.\nShe looks back with confusion, but also begins to giggle joyfully. She jumps around in her bouncer and rejoices. \nAnd then she suddenly stops bouncing. She clings to the straps of the bouncer with both hands and scrunches her face. You know that face all too well. Whitney's tail lifts up and you hear how she grunts and pushes. The rubber saddle she sits in pushes the diaper tightly against her rear, making it almost impossible to poop in. But she manages to push hard enough. A wet [i]Blortch[/i] signals the first wave of muck that leaves her body and is going to be smeared all over her butt for sure.\nYou just sigh and watch her finishing her duty.\nWhitney pulls harder on the straps and finally manages to get on her knees, so the saddle is loosened a little and she has more space to fill up with her mess. Another grunt and you can see how her diaper is getting bigger under the saddle. You make a mental note to buy less elastic straps later today.\nHer breathing is shallow now and with a final push her diaper bloats up enough that it escapes the edges of the saddle on both sides. The formerly white padding is stained brown and Whitney is panting with exhaustion. She lets go of the straps and they pull her up from her knees again, pressing the mushy padding into her rear while bouncing her up and down. Whitney looks at you, almost like she was begging to be changed.\nYou sigh. Who could resist such a cute face?\n“Time to get changed, little pup.” you smile and come over to her.\n\nThe end","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The temptation is too big. You know that you shouldn't be doing this, yet you find yourself stepping backwards from the front door. You have made your decision. Before the day ends, the syringe on the shelf will be empty. Just like Whitney's mind.
Entering the room, you realize that this is Whitney's kitchen. There is a stove, a microwave, a dishwasher and a fridge. And on the fridge, there are hanging pictures. Photos and drawings. A drawing shows what you identify as Whitney. It's scrawly drawn and you ask yourself who made this, as you notice the name “PBuG” in the bottom right corner. It's written in the same color as the drawing. You can't remember drawing this. And then you take a look at the other pictures. Photos of you and Whitney. You, sitting in the Baby Chair, getting fed Brain Drain. The look on your face is one of complete bliss. Another photo of you sitting on the ground, drawing. You look very concentrated. You ask yourself again how long she has kept you as her baby. And you feel anger.
With the syringe in your hand, you head back to the living room, where Whitney still lies on the couch and sleeps soundly. Her silent snoring sounds so calm and innocent. But you know better. The stench of her full diaper is lingering in the room, while you approach her. You flick two fingers against the syringe to get rid of the air bubbles in it and then press the plunger a little forward, until the Brain Drain forms a first drop at the needle.
Her left arm is hanging down at the side of the couch. You place the syringe at a vein and with a dauntless push the needle sinks into it.
Whitney opens her eyes and looks at you. “W-What are you doing there, snappy?” she asks and tries to pull back her arm, but you had grabbed her arm with a great presence of mind before and now you hold it in place. And instead of answering her question, you push the plunger into the barrel. Within a few seconds, the Brain Drain leaves the syringe and enters Whitney's system.
You look into her eyes. Her pupils are slowly growing bigger, dilating with fear. “Why?” she begins to sob. Tears are forming in her eyes.
You pull the needle of the now empty syringe out of her arm and just smile at her.
And then you watch her eyes becoming dull. Her pupils shrink again and she suddenly seems far aloof.
“Tell me, do you know your name?” you ask her.
“Gah!” she answers and begins to giggle.
“That's right, you are my cute little baby wolf,” you smile. “And a very stinky one. Let's get you changed.”
You lift her from the couch and carry her to the changing table. But before you are even able to open the tapes of her diaper, you hear her grunting and her already full diaper bloats up with another load of fresh wolf poop, probably caused by the Brain Drain. You wait for her to finish her duty before you undo the tapes. The slimy muck in her diaper has a slightly green hue. You don't know for sure, but you guess that all of her former adult mind has been emptied out into the diaper under her. “You really made a big oopsie, didn't you?” you ask, while cleaning her private parts with wet wipes.
“Gah!” she babbles and snickers.
You ball up the old diaper and throw it in the pail next to the changing table, then you grab a fresh diaper and unfold it.
Whitney kicks her legs and struggles against the new diaper but you are stronger than her and after a short fight, you finally tape the padding shut. As if she had waited for this, you hear a faint hissing sound and the front of her clean diaper grows warm and squishy. She begins to giggle again, probably expecting you to get angry at her, or to change her once more. None of that happens. You just smile and give her wet crotch a pat, then you lift her up from the changing table. A diaper that isn't fully used isn't worth it to be changed.
Whitney begins to sniffle and you instinctively know that she is about to cry. You take a pacifier out of the drawer and put it into Whitney's snout. “No need to cry, little wolf. I will change you... eventually.”
She still starts crying, but you don't really care. This was your sweet revenge and you wouldn't let her spoil it for you.
You know that you can't stay here forever, but you can't leave Whitney alone on her own as well. You have to take her home with you. It is still afternoon, so if you leave now, the other villagers are going to ask some unwanted questions for sure. Absorbed in your thoughts, you put Whitney to bed for a nap and wait for the night to arrive.
When the moon is finally high enough, you already have gathered some stuff. A Stroller in which you plan to transport Whitney and a bag full of baby supplies, like new diapers, baby powder and wipes. And obviously you take some Baby Rompers with you. Can't have Whitney running around naked, can you?
Whitney is already sitting in the Stroller and is wearing a blue Baby Romper. Underneath it, there is a clean diaper. You had to change her again after waking her up, because she had messed herself in her sleep quite badly.
And now you're ready to go.
With the bag of baby supplies over your shoulder, you start pushing the Stroller out of Whitney's door.
The night is silent and the moon baths the island in a silver light. Whitney seems to be excited. “Awoo!” she howls at the moon, once she has spotted it in the sky.
You search for the pacifier and put it into her mouth to silence her, but she still tries to howl.
“Oh P-Bug, you finally switched roles?” you hear Melba's voice from behind you. You turn around and see the koala smiling happily at you. “When Whitney pushed you around in that Stroller, I always wanted to know if you'd ever switch roles. Good to see that happen, toasty.”
You nod nervously. You really had hoped that nobody would see you. Now you have to escape the conversation, but you don't want to be rude. “Look, we're both really tired and are on our way home...” you begin.
Melba nods. “Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you two, toasty.”
Still nervous, you begin to push the Stroller in the direction of your home, away from Melba. She waves goodbye and moves on. Why was Whitney worried she would get caught, if she was out in the public with you in that Stroller? Maybe she was just concerned about what would happen if it came to light that you didn't give your consent for all of this. And obviously the whole situation with her eating Cole. You shake your head and look at the wolf in front of you. She is sleeping with a stuffed animal in her arms, suckling on the pacifier and probably having sweet dreams. Whatever she did before, she wouldn't remember anything about it, now that her mind has been regressed, so you can't arrest her. Calling the public authorities seems like a bad idea in general, now that you are the one responsible for her condition. In the end, you are going to be the one arrested. No... you have to care for Whitney now for the rest of your life. All you can try to do is making the best of the situation.
~
It has been a week since you used the Brain Drain on Whitney and there are still no signs of her mind recovering from it. The first couple of days you had hoped that there was still a chance, but the more days passed, the lower your hopes got. Until you finally accommodated to the new situation. The second floor of your house is now a dedicated baby room. There are playmats covering the ground, a big playpen in the top left corner of the room and an Elephant Slide in the middle of the room. On the right side, there is a Rocking Horse and in the top right corner a Baby Bed. In the bottom right corner stands a changing table and a diaper pail and in the bottom left corner, there is Whitney, standing in a baby bouncer that is attached to the ceiling, its straps stretched from Whitney's weight. You did everything to give Whitney a comfortable life as a baby and she seems to appreciate it. She happily jumps up and down in the bouncer as she sees you coming up the stairs.
You were only gone for a few minutes, but she wags her tail like she hasn't seen you in days.
In your hand, you have some letters from the daily stroll to your mailbox. And there is one that is sticking out.
It's the one from the HHA, the Happy Home Academy. A sudden wave of fear washes over you. You totally forgot about them. They must have seen Whitney, when they inspected your home.
Slowly, you unfold the letter.
“About Player's home,
162,361 points. Rank S.
Wow. We are in awe of your score above 150,000 points. The dedicated baby room is really charming and the lifelike baby doll in the bed is a nice touch. Enjoy the included gift and keep making that home happy!
Happy Home Academy”
There is a Gold HHA Trophy included in the letter. The one item that shows your dedication for the ultimate happy home. You still can't believe it. Not only didn't they notice that Whitney wasn't a lifelike baby doll, but they also rewarded you for designing the room like this. You begin to laugh with relief. You look over at Whitney and just laugh.
She looks back with confusion, but also begins to giggle joyfully. She jumps around in her bouncer and rejoices.
And then she suddenly stops bouncing. She clings to the straps of the bouncer with both hands and scrunches her face. You know that face all too well. Whitney's tail lifts up and you hear how she grunts and pushes. The rubber saddle she sits in pushes the diaper tightly against her rear, making it almost impossible to poop in. But she manages to push hard enough. A wet Blortch signals the first wave of muck that leaves her body and is going to be smeared all over her butt for sure.
You just sigh and watch her finishing her duty.
Whitney pulls harder on the straps and finally manages to get on her knees, so the saddle is loosened a little and she has more space to fill up with her mess. Another grunt and you can see how her diaper is getting bigger under the saddle. You make a mental note to buy less elastic straps later today.
Her breathing is shallow now and with a final push her diaper bloats up enough that it escapes the edges of the saddle on both sides. The formerly white padding is stained brown and Whitney is panting with exhaustion. She lets go of the straps and they pull her up from her knees again, pressing the mushy padding into her rear while bouncing her up and down. Whitney looks at you, almost like she was begging to be changed.
You sigh. Who could resist such a cute face?
“Time to get changed, little pup.” you smile and come over to her.
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