Distracted Clean Up Time By: Monica Vix Loud rustling of a garbage bag filled the room, the closet door being dragged opened by a brown rabbit. Green eyes furrowed in frustration at having to clean out the closet, Monica looked at the oddly impressive amount of mess in her barely used guest bedroom closet. Clothes she hasn't worn in years on display before her, a collection of boxes and miscellaneous amounts of old stuff set below the hanging clothes. It was gross, dusty, all sorts of dirty. She unfurled and opened up a garbage bag, ready to just start shoving things in with blind abandon, getting an unsavory task done as quick as possible. Wincing to herself as she plunged a white furred hand into the mess, she pulled out a small box from the top layer of dusty junk. The box rattled, a cloud of dust radiating from it like a smoke machine. Even if it was on the top, some of the most recent garbage, it was still dustier than a desert. Furrowed eyes and a scoff, Monica dropped the box into the large black garbage bag, the small cardboard falling away into an empty world. Hesitation filled the rabbit as she started towards another box, feeling the heft of the first landing in the large bag. Curiosity took the better of her. Even if the dust was gross and the fact that the box was lost to time, she wanted to know what was in it. What was so important that it would be stored for so long? She dug her hand back in, the dust kissed fingers reaching down to grab the box. Monica would drop down to sitting cross-legged on the floor, her jean shorts against the hardwood floor. Pulling out the box, the bunny took the lid off and had a peek inside, her emerald eyes growing wide upon seeing a collection of Lego bricks! Nothing that looked like a set, more akin to the wild abandon of creation that she had as a kid than anything more structured she would do now. Snickering to herself as she saw the little plastic bricks, the bunny pulled out the surprisingly clean bricks and set them aside. They would go nicely with the rest of her collection, even if she didn't plan to do anything with them. Leaning up, the rabbit decided to clean the clothes out instead, thinking it would be easier to part with old, ill fitting clothes. Her hands grasped into the air and latched onto a large sweater, pulling it down. The soft pink cloth was slightly faded, a large splattering of dark brown stains over the front as she looked at it. Memories flooded through the bunny brain as she remembered having this when she was small and it was three sizes too big for her, staining it with hot chocolate and putting it away so no one would notice. Curiosity sparked in her mind again as she reached up, taking it off of the hanger and holding the soft cloth in her lap, clattering against the box of Lego she held in her lap. It was hard not to be enthusiastic about finding things she's forgotten in the small closet. This would go on for another half hour. Barely anything getting thrown away unless it was beyond salvation, the rabbit delving into dusty boxes and pulling off half stretched clothes from the rack. There were so many little things that would get pulled aside from the box and set in a large, growing pile of one discarded objects to be loved once again. Plushies were given special attention when it came to being lightly dusted off and gingerly set on the bed as if they were more precious than gold, while the clothes and miscellaneous toys were set aside with far less care. Piles continued to form as the first trash bag was filled; two large boxes, a trio of smaller ones, and the entire first row of clothes were sorted and only one bag was full! The hoarder of a rabbit couldn't stop herself from being sentimental about things she had. Clothes that were cute and needed a new lease on life, plushies that needed to be added to her shelves of soft friends, and toys that needed new batteries to be played with once again. Nostalgia was sitting in like a latent, potent drug. The sweet taste of things that once were was on the bun's tongue like the powerful, complicated flavor of lemonade: a sweetness met with a sourness that mixed like the most perfect beverage in the world. Monica discarded her clothes in favor of being naked, trying on the old clothing one by one until something stuck and felt right. A large, cream colored dress fit her perfectly, a surprising lack of stains or rips in its fabric clinging to her brown and white body. The sensation of being a little girl trying on outfits in the clothing store came to mind, any of the numerous discount and thrift shops coming to mind instantly as the old yet cozy feel of fabric graced her fur and flesh. Urges that felt unusual squeaked into her bunny brain, making Monica feel a strong pull towards diapers, a kink she had and shared online, but... longing without a sexual need as usual? The unusual feeling for the coziness of being a child made her feel off, the typical fire between her loins being completely absent while her mind simmered with desire for her soft padding. She's done enough cleaning to warrant a break, right? Monica looked over her collection of plushies in need of love and the set of toys, some dolls in ruined dresses on top. Overwhelmed with the atypical sensation, Monica pulled herself to her feet and huffed, looking around in uncertainty. It was hard to think about these urges to wear a diaper and play with old toys, toys that were almost a decade old if not older. And a diaper! Without having any lewd desire to mess it? Or even use buzzy toys? It was such a weird sensation to feel, the desire for its comfort without any of the potential for lewd fun. Monica walked away from the small bedroom. She slipped to her own room, far cleaner and better organized. The bunny reached for her stash of carrot print diapers hidden away next to sex toys that would be unused for the night. Her heart was beating hard, mind racing with thoughts. Was this something normal to do with diapers? The uncertainty was something she hasn't felt since wearing the absorbent padding for the first lewd time over a year ago, the unfamiliar sensation making everything much more sensitive and electrifying. Crinkling against her body as she slipped on the familiar diaper, the context changing around the soft padding as it pressed against her bare crotch. The lack of lewd intention in her motions felt wrong, the way the soft cotton squished against her dry sex was odd. Everything felt weird, however it all felt right? Her brain was alight like fireworks trying to make sense of the sensations through her body and the eagerness of her heart thudding away in her chest, making her soft breasts press into the cream dress that hid the new outfit addition of soft padding. Taping it to be secure, Monica felt good. Hesitating to look in the mirror, the bunny slowly turned to the full body mirror she recorded porn in front of, checking her outfit like usual. However, with so little skin showing, her corset piercings hidden by the cream dress, the rabbit felt weird. Weird but good. Monica couldn't stop herself from smiling at her own reflection as she did a small twirl. Still, it felt like she was missing something from her new attire. Her eyes darted like a firefly as she looked to her own bed, all neatly tidy and tucked in, green eyes rolling along the dark covers to her collection of bed plush friends. Walking over the two half steps to the bed, Monica gingerly pulled up a black and white dog plush, holding their large soft body to her chest. Her favorite plush. Just holding them made her feel much more comfortable, grounding her in the soft and rose tinted view of reality with nostalgia and the longing for older times. Standing in front of the mirror once more, plush squeezed against her body as if it would run away at a moment's notice, Monica looked at herself in the mirror. She felt so... innocent? It was nice, soft, warm; but it was still a little odd to feel like this while wearing a diaper, what is typically only a fetish toy for her. But holding her Puppy, wearing a cute dress that she hasn't seen in a long time, wearing a diaper that felt soft and warm against her body... it was all blending together as a perfect moment of gentle bliss. Smiling to herself, the rabbit could barely describe the new sensation of a form of nonsexual little brain, the ideas of diapered lewdness and sexual desire completely devoid from her head for the first time in a long time. Turning away from the mirror, the bunny started back towards the small bedroom closet she was cleaning out, more returning to the toys and plushies she left. As she walked in and saw the collection of plushies leaning against each other on the bed before her, her heart ached. The way they were all covered in dust and were showing signs of disrepair made the rabbit feel bad for the soft friends that were left alone for so long, in need of loving care once again. Plushies Monica recognized, having bought or found or kept safe from other's neglect, just to be neglected in the closet for so long! The thought of it made her hold her Puppy closer to her chest, making their body squish against her breast. Cleaning the rest of the closet was going to wait. Monica walked in with her diaper crinkling between her legs, the crinkly plastic covering of her printed padding not bothering her as she focused on the animals before her. Emerald eyes looked over the small bodies of the plushies that were forgotten. Of which, a little brown dragon caught her eye above anything else; recognizing her brother's old childhood plush. The bed was covered in their dust, spread and all over the place by the small plush. Her Puppy in comparison was as sparkling and clean as ever, as if they were brand new, despite having not been washed in months on end. It didn't feel right to the rabbit to let the old, prized plush of her brother stay so dirty, especially if she was going to take them and set them in a place where they'd be more appreciated, even if only from a distance. She thought of a perfect spot on the shelf for the little dragon! Kneeling next to the bed with her Puppy in her lap, their larger plush body pressed against the crinkly crotch, Monica grabbed the brown dragon. Their soft, dull hued body was barely seem under the layers and layers of dust, the little plush having had to be over twenty years old at this point and forgotten for at least a decade. Monica gingerly and carefully started to pull at the dust, the layers of neglect being tugged away from the old plush, each little clump of the dirt of time being tossed away into the trash bag; the dragon was slowly cleaned and made anew just from taking the layers upon layers away as a basic level of cleaning. It was a satisfying process to watch the dull brown fabric of its body slowly be revealed more and more, the crinkly pink wings having a texture and sound similar to the diaper of the cleaning bunny. Humming along happily, the rabbit couldn't stop herself from smiling! Even if it was her just cleaning up, it still felt like a form of play time that she did as foreplay for her diaper videos. Playing with a plush, rubbing their head, and showing off a cute little doll. However, it was freeing to not have anything else expected of her; no cameras or watching eyes as she played with a soft plush. As all the dust from the dragon was pulled off of their body, the bunny held them victoriously in the air. It was just a little bit of cleaning without any deeper washing and freshening up, but it was still so pleasing to have the small dragon slowly come to life in her arms. The light shine of black plastic eyes reflecting the ceiling light, the floppy head leaning over to the side in her arms just like her Puppy. Monica's eyes furrowed as she looked down at the wings, noticing a rip that was big enough to have some of the vital plush material fall out. She couldn't do anything about it right then and there, but the little brained rabbit could only hold the small dragon close to her body alongside her Puppy, making the two plush bodies collide and snuggle for barely a moment. Loud, sudden, violently ripping through the gentle scene, the ringing of her phone startled the rabbit! The piercing noise made her jump, accidentally ripping off the pink wing from the brown body of the dragon, its crinkly material grasped tightly in her hand. With a disgruntled and pained look at the blank expression on the small dragon, Monica turned her attention to her phone on the nightstand. Her mournful and saddened look evolved into a furrowed brow as she saw her brother's name on the device screen, her frustration slowly growing into curiosity as to why her brother was calling. Setting the now ripped draconic friend on the back of her Puppy, she scooted up and leaned across the bed to grasp her phone, her diaper crinkling with every little movement. Even though she was apprehensive about calling while wearing what she considered fetish gear, Monica's curiosity over why Wyatt was calling was getting the better of her. Picking up the phone and putting it on speaker, Monica huffed. "Hey, Wyatt, what's up?" The rabbit sighed into the receiver, unable to hide her frustration with the plush. Her clothed body leaned back, the padding crinkling against her kneeling feet. She winced, hoping he wouldn't hear or question the noise. "Hi there." The other bunny on the other end of the line spoke, his voice crackly from the bad connection. "Just checking in on you. How's the cleaning going?" There was a sound of a car honking its horn from the other end. Hesitating for a moment, Monica filled the dead air with an uneasy laugh. "Well... it's going? Just getting to the guest bedroom now." She started, her tone slowly dipping into a somber voice. "Oh! I found your old dragon plush! Isn't their name Kevin? Started cleaning them up and was wondering if you'd like to pick them up next time you come around?" The rabbit's mood picked up rapidly as she started talking about the plush dragon, her voice getting quicker and higher pitched as she proudly stated her find. "Their wing got ripped up when I was trying to get dust off, but I think I can fix it." She continued. "The... brown dragon? Pink wings?" Wyatt sounded confused over the phone, as if he didn't properly feel the enthusiasm for the plush as his sister did. "Yea, I think I named him Kevin. Barely more creative than your Puppy's name, ain't it?" He teased with a dry voice, half between scolding and teasing. "Anyways. Just the guest room? Have you even cleaned the kitchen yet? You're moving, not going down memory lane, Monica." His voice no longer hand any uncertainty to it: Wyatt was scolding her. Her eyes narrowed, mouth agape without words flowing through it. Monica sat on her padded butt with a loud crinkling noise, pulling her black and white Puppy plush into her lap as she curled up. "Hey, you don't need to say it like that." Her voice sounded restrained; hurt as if she was trying to put on a brave face to his words. "I'm not moving out for another month. I just... need a little more time here." The rabbit was straining against her volatile emotions as she wrapped an arm around her plush, squeezing them so tight against her chest it started to hurt. "Moving is hard enough. Cleaning is easier, but... you know I don't like throwing stuff away." She sighed. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay. You still have time. Even then, you need to get ready for it." Wyatt tried to go back on what he was saying, now trying to console her while pushing her forward. "I'm walking a few blocks away. Do you want me to stop by and help out? I got some time if you need me." It sounded like he didn't want to help out, but forced the offer to calm her. Monica couldn't stop herself from blurting out an answer. "No." The rabbit spoke so firmly, so dryly, like her voice was a brick wall stopping the thought in progress. Shuddering, Monica drew in her legs, her feet pressing up against the diaper beneath her body. "N-no, no thank you." She reaffirmed, in a much softer tone, "I'm okay by myself. You... don't need to baby me that much." Monica had a Freudian slip as she spoke, laughing it off as her cheeks grew red. "I just want to be alone for now. With the plushies and... this old room." As she spoke, her voice sounded like she was getting happier, but had a restrained and forced energy pushed into her words. "Maybe play with some of these old toys again. If the pieces aren't missing, I could... probably hold onto them. Sell them at a high value, or just... keep them for the kids I don't plan on having." Monica's brain was alight like fireworks in the middle of a new moon night. Her thoughts were racing and she was trying to distract from that with comedy, imposing a softer and happier reality over the nostalgic and longing thoughts that pierced every neuron of her brain. "Are... are you okay?" Wyatt's voice was hesitant, as if he was scared to ask such a simple question to his sister. "What was that crinkling? Are you snacking on something?" He attempted to divert her attention from her own emotions and pull her away from the rather obvious discomfort she had. Hesitating for a moment, Monica looked down to her padded crotch behind her plush. "Y-yea, yea. Was just moving a bag of chips out the way." She lied through her teeth as she took a deep breath in and out, directly into the microphone. "I should let you go. I need to... try to get back to cleaning. Oh, uh... and would you like me to clean up Kevin for you?" The rabbit reached for the small brown dragon and dragged the plush into her lap, setting the smaller plush against her Puppy's back as if Kevin was riding them. "Sure? Maybe you should keep him, though. He'll probably just collect dust with me again." Wyatt said bluntly. "Well... I'll see you later. I'll check in later this week, okay?" There was a sound of an electric door chime ringing, as if the bunny brother walked into a place of business. Nodding as if her brother could see her over the phone, Monica spoke in a hushed tone. "Sure. I'll see you later." She barely waited until the words were off her lips as she pressed the button to hang up the call, cutting off her brother if he wished to say anything more. Her breathing was heavy and slow, trying to keep herself calm as her hands began to pet the heads of the two plushies in her lap."Fuck." She quietly spoke to herself as she squeezed the pair of plushies close. Taking a moment more to bask in this feeling, Monica's white furred hands rolled over the soft bodies of the dragon and dog. The overwhelming sensation of the weight of change and moving forward only made her wish to cower away in the coziness of her current position, leaning her face down into the softness of her plush friends. Even if they were silent and mute, the simple squish and snuggle in their comparatively small bodies were soothing as a conversation with someone who listened to every word as if it was as important as the world. A silent conversation of her head against her Puppy's forehead, Kevin's head pressing into her temple in the coziness of a mute moment of relaxation and re-calibration. Monica's brain was calming down, the fireworks and explosive, overwhelming thoughts being replaced with the sweetness of her plush friends and the ideas of playing with them, holding them, and valuing every moment of her past. Why think of the future right now? Why not enjoy the simple pleasures of yesterday and push the struggles of today away for tomorrow? The realizations of simply succumbing to the nostalgia and letting it consume her made Monica's eyes widen. She can just take a break from reality. The real point of diapers and that kink isn't solely sexual pleasure, but for the escape of reality and the bliss of a different time. As she thought about it, it was hard to stifle a scoffing laugh from her lips as she re-contextualized her own relationship with kink and her softer, more wholesome interests. It was a sense of liberation to be freed to enjoy something in a new way, to reclaim her not so distant youth with little more than diapers and toys to affectionately snuggle and play with. Monica wasted no time getting in a more cozy position on the carpeted floor with her Puppy and Kevin in her arms, burying her face in the side of the larger plush dog. For now, she elected to ignore the dust and detritus on the carpet that needed to be vacuumed. Her hands guided the small dragon to kiss her favorite plush on the mouth, playing with the one winged dragon and big dog as if they were the bestest of friends. The bun couldn't wipe the smile off of her white furred lips as she started to play like a little kid. Her attention was shifted from her beloved plush and her brother's mildly loved plush over to the collection of boxes that still needed to be sorted and shifted through, wondering about what other goodies could be hiding within the large pile of forgotten treasures. Leaving Puppy and Kevin to their own cuddling, Monica crawled over the ground. Her diapered butt was covered by the long dress from years ago, but it didn't stop the loud crinkling from filling the air as she wandered closer and closer to the dusty closet. Sitting up, squishing her dry padding against her bare foot paws, the rabbit started to dig into her pile of set aside toys. A smile grew across her lips as she found a large plastic bag full of colorful, wooden building blocks! All sorts of shapes and vibrant colors, barely even tickled with a spray of the fine dust that filled the closet, protected under a layer of tissue paper. It seemed like a gift that she got when she was little, but was put away after being unused for too long? Monica didn't even remember ever playing with the set of blocks, nor the marble run tracks that filled the sides of the large bag. Huffing and heaving at the large, full bag, the rabbit dragged the heap of wooden blocks back over to the carpeted ground. Monica tripped on her own dress, not used to having such draping clothing that covered down to her knees. Crawling with it on was a hassle that left her falling face first into her pair of plush friends! Huffing, sitting up, the rabbit brushed the dark brown hair out of her face and pulled her floppy ears to drape down her back. Shaking her head and bracing herself against the floor, Monica dragged herself closer to her plush friends and then tugged the heavy bag of blocks over to herself. The colorful exterior of the durable, heavy duty paper bag was held between her thighs, barely an inch away from pressing into the softness of her clean padding. Humming to herself, having completely moved on from the embarrassing face plant directly into her plush friends, Monica started to pull out handfuls of the tissue paper protecting the simplistic, fun toy of building blocks. Playtime started officially as she pulled out a large block and set it firmly on the carpet, digging it into the soft material to make sure it would hold against the somewhat unstable flooring. Monica hummed to herself as she slowly made the supportive pillars for a track of the marble run to run over top, the different colors of wood brightly shining against each other. It was simple fun to start creating an elaborate track, the wooden blocks with a variety of colors and designs starting to snake around where she sat. Each reach forward made her diaper crinkle against the carpet, a sound the sensitive ears of the bunny was getting accustomed to rather quickly. Enjoying the simple, cathartic pleasure of creation with big, childish blocks was soothing, calming in a way that the bunny hasn't experienced since she started the process of moving. The way the big, colorful blocks rested against each other to create a magnificent structure of free form creativity was pleasurable, tickling so many deprived parts of the bunny's brain and sparking memories of playing with Lego sets throughout her childhood. A spark sounded off in her head as she remembered Lego! Monica perked up and shook the large blocks from their barely sound position on the carpet, causing one of the multicolored towers to fall down and scatter their heavy wooden forms across the carpet in desperate need of vacuuming. Her eyes slowly looked from the fallen structure with mild disappointment over to her plush friends, seeing her Puppy covered in the wooden blocks. Frowning to herself, Monica brushed the blocks off of the black and white body of her doggy friend, making the wooden blocks clatter against each other and tumble to the ground; one cylindrical wooden block rolled under the bed. She completely forgot about adding Lego to her playtime as she scrambled to brush the blocks off of her best friend. Huffing to herself, the rabbit stopped her play for a moment to look down at her Puppy and their new dragon friend with a quiet, longing smile. "Thanks for playing with me, you two." Monica spoke to the plushies on the ground. "Sorry you got hurt a little. I'll try to make it better." The little brained bunny leaned down and pressed her lips to her Puppy's side, where they were pelted with the heavy wooden blocks from her tumbled tower. She then slid over and kissed Kevin on his back where one of his wings was missing, consoling the inanimate plush. "Should we go back to my room? Maybe play, or... hm." She trailed off while talking, breaking her sentence up with a yawn. "Or... maybe nap time instead. Sleepy time might be nice. Feel good cuddles and snuggles." The bunny muttered to herself in a babyish voice, slurring her words in a tired way. Scooping up both of the plushies and leaving her current play area, the bunny huffed as she stood up. It was awkward to stand up from sitting for so long with the plushies in her arms, but she slowly heaved herself off of the carpet with her diaper crinkling between her squeezing thighs. Waddling over the remaining wooden tower, the bunny huffed and heaved her leg up and over the colorful structure, trying not to knock over more of her 'new' toy so she could come back and play later. Even then, being unfamiliar with walking around in dry padding, Monica accidentally knocked over the second tower with her uneasy foot swinging in the air. Huffing and shaking her head slowly, the rabbit chose to leave the problem for later, putting off yet another responsibility. Walking out of the room with her plush friends held close to her body, she snatched up her phone; just in case she got an urgent call again. With that, the rabbit walked out of the dirty little guest room, looking back into the quiet space. Awkwardly, she struggled to close the door with her arms full of her soft friends and her phone, managing to catch it with her foot and stumble out of the way as the door closed behind her. Monica stood up straight and continued onto her bedroom, walking in and pushing the ajar door with her shoulder. All that existed in her sleepy, stressed brain was the thoughts of cuddling soft plushies and feeling the warmth of her bed around her. Walking over step by step, crinkly padding between her legs making a ruckus as she sought her cozy bed before her. The covers were scooted aside from when she retrieved her prized Puppy from the soft mattress, another collection of soft plushies already cuddled up and tucked into bed. Monica sat on the edge of the mattress, diaper pressing against the plush material as she started to shift into position, laying down and getting cozy with her two soft friends snuggled up in her arms. She started to succumb to the sweet softness of her bed, getting cozy and snuggled up. Long legs kicked and tucked themselves under the covers, one arm reaching all the way down to grab the edge of the blanket and pulling it over her clothed body. The sensation of sleeping fully clothed was a little odd to the bun, but she didn't mind; added with the sensation of not seeing her diaper as sexual, it might as well have been normal. Setting her phone on the nightstand, scooting back into the bed to be firmly in the center, Monica got cozy and snuggled up. Her eyes slowly closed as a wave of contentment and calmness flowed over her mind, the sweet sensation of being cuddled up to a collection of plushies on all sides was wondrous. She didn't want to move! Why would she ever want to get up from this soft coziness? The plushness of the mattress under her side, the surrounding plushies, the soft warmth of the blanket over her body? There was no reason to get up from her perfect little perch in her room, starting to drift off to a sweet little nap. There was a sensation between her legs that made her eyes open wide, brow furrowed in frustration. She had to go to the bathroom. The only reason that the bunny would ever pull herself from this coziness, the discomfort of having to go to the bathroom only building in her crotch. Monica momentarily forgot about the diaper between her legs, the tension and frustration rapidly leaving her face as she realized she could pee in her bed! With a long sigh, the bunny started to tense up and push, beginning to pee and slowly fill the diaper with a quiet hiss, muffled by layers of clothing, bedding, and plush friends. The warmth radiated through her body as the carrot print padding was flooded with her pee, relieving tension and adding another pleasurable feeling to dissuade the rabbit from getting out of bed again. Closing her eyes once more, Monica yawned directly into the face of her Puppy, dragging their soft body tighter against her chest with their head nestled under her chin. Kevin was snuggled up between the two of them, the small brown dragon held in the plush legs of the black and white dog as if he was Puppy's plush instead. There was nothing but comfort and sleepy bliss in the mind of the rabbit as she started to drift off, having a midday nap cuddled up with her plush friends. Even if things were hard, it was nice to take a break and be a baby playing with her plushies and laying down for nap time, a softer moment of bliss that the bunny couldn't help but to enjoy.