The Prisoner’s Diaper-lima Chapter 4: A
Show, Silence, and Snuggles
By: Monica Vix
The next day came on like a flash of lightning. Before Scarlett was even aware of it, she was
sitting in her high chair once again, watching the back of her mommy prepare breakfast. All of the
bindings that restrained her were gone, fingers free to feel the soft texture of the plush fox Tangerine in
her lap. Trust between her and Ms. Taylor was at an all time high! The white rabbit didn’t need any
straps to be bound to her high chair.
“S-so, uh…” The white rabbit hesitantly spoke. “What time… is the movie?” Scarlett squirmed
uneasily in her seat. The lack of the spiked booties on her paws and actually being able to use her hands
felt odd, even after only a few days of being with her new mommy. The most familiar feelings were the
fresh padding between her legs and the soft pink bunny onesie was wore as pajamas.
Ms. Taylor stopped whistling to respond. “Oh, don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Mommy has it
all planned out. Even down to potty breaks and diapee changes!” The mouse’s words were enough to
get Scarlett squirming with embarrassment. “And the omelet's almost done, marshmallow. Just stay
patient for a little longer and I’ll feed you your numnums.” Ms. Taylor’s motherly ton just made the
white rabbit melt.
“Mm… o-okay, okay….” Scarlett whined softly. Her arms squeezed around the plush tighter,
keeping the orange cuddle toy up to her relatively flat chest. The skinny bunny adverted her gaze
towards the curtained window near the grey mouse. Things felt… confined. Not in a horrible way, but
like there was little breathing room.
There was nothing but soft plush toys and games for tiny, tiny babies to play. Granted, most of
the toys were scaled up to be comfortable for Scarlett’s adult hands, but still! Even as things changed
and evolved, being given more freedom, things still felt odd. And freedom was something Scarlett
essentially begged for the first day she got here! At the beginning all the tight bindings, spiked boots to
control her walking, even the mittens that made her hands useless… she hated it. But now she missed
it. She missed the very things that made escape impossible, the things that would keep her trapped with
Ms. Taylor forever. There was a pang in her chest. A low burning desire, just enough to leave cracks in
the walls of her heart for that comfort, that lack of control.
Scarlett’s thoughts were scattered like scared animals as the plate was placed in front of her. A
steaming omelet with a splatter of salsa next to it was presented to her for breakfast! Ms. Taylor sat in
her chair next to the bunny. Her teal eyes landed on Scarlett’s face, watching her expression as she cut
off a piece of the omelet.
“Dear? Something wrong?” The mouse spoke in a gentle, loving tone. “Did you have another
nightmare?” Ms. Taylor got a reply with just the simple shake of a head. Scarlett opened her mouth, not
to speak, but to eat instead. “Come on, sweetheart. You have to tell me these things. What, did you
already go stinky in your diapees? I don’t think the laxative I put in your chocolate milk acts that fast,
dear.” The mouse joked, attempting to lighten her little’s mood.

Scarlett took a big bite from the omelet presented to her, starting to chew it down. Her arms
squeezed tighter around the plush Tangerine as she shook her head no once again. The bunny wasn’t
only being quiet and keeping her mouth closed to be polite with the food in her mouth, but was also
feeling nonverbal. She’s spoke so much in the last few days! This wasn’t normal for her and going
nonverbal like this felt right. She didn’t want to talk. Not even to ask if Ms. Taylor was joking about the
laxatives or not. Why would she care? Scarlett didn’t have to clean up after herself.
“Going silent on me, are you? Do you want mommy to get you a paci, sweetheart? After
breakfast, of course.” Ms. Taylor genuinely offered “Can’t have my little bun missing out on the mouse
important meal of the day!” The mouse spoke in a sing-songy voice as she sneaked in a pun.
The white rabbit hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted it or not. It was too hard to choose. All
she did was shrug and continue eating breakfast silently, not trying to do anything but simply eat and
hug her plush fox. Ms. Taylor didn’t push Scarlett into choosing one way or the other. She simply
allowed the bunny to eat her meal silently. As the pair finished the large omelet together, the grey
mouse would help Scarlett up to her feet and out of the cute highchair.
Scarlett was escorted to the little bedroom that held the large crib, the one that she was bound
down to every night. It was cozy, really pastel with cute little wall decorations. Each and every hard
wood edge had a cushion on it, as if Scarlett would hurt herself walking around in here. Even then, she
never even walked in here until today! Ms. Taylor got the white bunny to sit down on the side of the
crib, legs barely dangling over the edge. The mouse softly hummed as she stripped Scarlett of her
onesie, getting the pastel pink cloth pulled off of that surprisingly slender body. Her touch was so
gentle and caring, yet applied enough force to make Scarlett lean back and gently bonk the mobile over
the crib.
The clean padding stayed on, of course. The bunny holding the plush Tangerine close to her now
naked chest. Ms. Taylor started to dress Scarlett up as if she was just a doll! The mouse dressed up her
little marshmallow of a bunny in big girl clothing, a sort of edgy black and pink color pallet being
placed onto the pale body of the cuddly bunny. A cute black skirt was placed around the white rabbit’s
waist, draping over and hiding the clean padding underneath as if it was a normal pair of panties. A
pastel pink long sleeve shirt was pulled over top Scarlett’s head. She whined slightly as the plush fox
was taken away to put her arms through the sleeves, but she didn’t make too much of a fuss.
Black thigh highs were dragged up Scarlett’s long legs. Ms. Taylor slipped a faux leather jacket
over the shoulders of her little bun, allowing the marshmallow little to put the sleeves on herself. As the
bunny went ahead and slowly put the jacket on in complete silence, the grey mouse huffed to herself.
“Now where did I put those boots?” Ms. Taylor spoke aloud. “I had some cute boots for you with
kitten heels, but I forgot where I put them.” The mouse began to look around the little bedroom all over
the place.
Scarlett would slowly lay back into the crib. Where she woke up not even half a week ago in an
angry panic was now the place where she willingly laid down in. The bunny thought it was a little
funny as she lay in the middle of a pile of soft plushies, their pillowy bodies comforting her head. Her
red eyes slowly closed as she relaxed in her crib. It felt perfect. Just holding Tangerine close as if he
was the most precious plush in the planet, the down of the mattress being like a cloud to her. That’s
when she caught herself peeing in her soft diaper without even noticing she was doing it! The gentle

warmth that filled between her legs caught the rabbit off guard. Scarlett sat back up in a start, eyes wide
and pink blush filling her pale cheeks.
Looking forward, Scarlett saw Ms. Taylor rummaging through the closet. Another three to four
pairs of shoes were out in plain sight of the bunny. Hesitating, Scarlett opened her mouth just for a
moment, about to point out to one of the shoes. A pair of pastel pink Mary-Janes were tossed on the
ground.
“H-hey, uh… what about… those?” The uncertain bunny pointed to the cute shoes. “I don’t, uh…
want to be late and slow you down, if you have such a strict schedule.” Scarlett feigned her reasoning.
She felt nervous about embracing the little side of her that she only recently discovered with a forceful
hand of her mother figure.
Ms. Taylor’s ears perked up. She turned, teal eyes cast towards the Mary-Jane shoes. “Well… if
you’re sure, then I’ll trust you to put them on.” The mouse sighed. “I need to get ready myself. Just go
to the living room when you’re done, sweetheart, I’ll be there in just a minute.”
Scarlett sighed softly to herself. She was relieved that she could at least make a small choice like
that, even if she lied about the reasoning. As Ms. Taylor walked out of the little bedroom, the white
rabbit scooted down from her perch on the edge of the crib. Her padded butt was placed on the soft
carpet, fox plush still held firmly in her arms. The bunny released one hand from Tangerine’s soft body,
grabbing the shoes between her slender white fingers. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Scarlett
slipped on the two pastel pink shoes. They were cute on her. They also fit like a glove! Maybe a little
unnerving, but at this point Scarlett was used to everything she had being almost tailor made for her.
Ms. Taylor must’ve watched her for longer than she let on before taking her away to this cute little
house.
Long, white furred ears twitched. She heard something just across the hall. Ms. Taylor was
humming to herself, the rustling of fabric clearly showing that she was getting dressed. Scarlett didn’t
really wonder what her motherly mouse would dress up in. She just did as she was told and got up,
getting used to the new shoes on her feet. The bunny took one step then another, making her way
towards the living room. Walking there without any issues felt odd. Regardless, the bunny sat down on
the couch, holding her Tangerine fox close to her body. One of her slender hands patted over the
brilliant orange coat of her lovely little stuffed friend.
Before long, Ms. Taylor appeared! She wore a relatively normal outfit instead of the silly
stepford-esc dresses she usually had covering her grey body. Pale jeans and a black tee over her
slender, yet slightly curvy form. Heels clacked against the hardwood floor before getting muffled by
the carpet, one grey hand reaching out towards Scarlett. A rather hefty bag flopped down and hit the
mouse’s side, making a soft crinkling sound. The bun could assume that it was a diaper bag for her,
even though it looked like just an extra large purse! She remembered accidentally stealing one of those
in a robbery attempt. But that was ages ago. There wasn’t any desire to steal like that again, especially
with the mouse watching over her.
The bunny gingerly took the hand offered to her. With a quiet nod, Scarlett followed Ms. Taylor
out the door, walking slow enough to not force her mommy mouse to go quicker. There was quiet a
hight difference between the two of them! Even with Ms. Taylor wearing her heels, the white rabbit
right behind her was still about half a foot taller, excluding the ears.

Scarlett was led by the hand to a cute little car, one that was definitely not new judging by the
muddy trim and rust on the wheels’ edges. Ms. Taylor squeezed the marshmallow’s hand, giving her a
gentle look with those wide teal eyes. A slim smile grew across her grey cheeks.
“Do you want to sit in the front or in the back?” The mousey mom asked.
The question was so simple, just one of two answers, but Scarlett struggled to think. “I, uh…
front?” She spat out. It wasn’t her initial thought, but it was the only thing she could think of. It came
more out of desperation to please Ms. Taylor, make the mouse that took her in happy with the training
she’s been through so far.
Ms. Taylor nodded in approval to what Scarlett said. The grey mouse opened the passenger door
for the white rabbit, helping her in and buckling the bunny up in the seat. She then got in the car herself
and began to drive out of the little neighborhood. Buildings passed by the car, Scarlett idly staring out
the window. Hearing the gentle rumble of the vehicle traveling across the concrete driveway and then
the shift to the asphalt of the road got her lost in thought. Seeing all the buildings pass by until the
neighborhood came to an end distracted her.
Suddenly, music started to fill the air. A classic rock radio station was turned on with a single
finger press of the grey mouse. It was clear Ms. Taylor was doing the best she could to make Scarlett
feel comfortable, even from just a small and mostly silent gesture like that. The white rabbit sighed
softly. A smile then appeared on her lips. It felt nice. Nowhere near as nice as the plush fox still
snuggled up in her lap and arms, but it was comforting none the less. The intention mattered more than
the results. This wasn’t Scarlett’s… preferred music.
The car ride down the highway wasn’t anything special. It was just a simple drive that took less
than fifteen minutes, going down old roads of the town towards a cozy little mall. The mall was
bustling, even for its relatively small size. A movie theater was just barely a block away from the mall
and just as full! It seemed more people were interested in watching a movie than going shopping in an
expensive outlet store. The car lurched to a stop in a parking spot a decent bit away from the theater.
Scarlett stared across the full parking lot. Red eyes spied smaller clumps of people going to the
movies, groups of two to ten walking together in and out. Even though the tinted windows of the
theater’s lobby she could see just how full it was! The amount of people got her jittery. White furred
hands trembled against the plush, the little fox being squeezed close to the extraordinarily slim
stomach.
“Scarlett?” Ms. Taylor asked gently. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Is there something you’re not
telling me?” She turned down the music. Her hand rest on the shoulder of the rabbit, feeling the tense
and muscular body underneath the long sleeve shirt and jacket. “I’m here for you, marshmallow. If
there’s a problem, I need to know so I can help you, okay?” Her voice was concerned. The worry sent a
pang through the white rabbit’s heart, making the once stoic rabbit sniffle.
White furred lips parted for just a moment. They closed again. Scarlett struggled to get a single
word out. Her fingers ensnared the little legs of her Tangerine plush, holding them as if she was holding
someone’s hand tight enough that they would never be ever to let go. “C-can we, uh… do… something
else?” She finally managed to whisper out.

“Something else like what? Go out to eat? Go to the beach? It’s a little chilly for that,
sweetheart.” Ms. Taylor did the best she could to try to joke and make her bun feel better. “Tell me
what’s wrong and I’ll do the best I can to make it right, okay?”
Hesitantly, the rabbit nodded. Red eyes were fixated towards the floorboard of the car, unable to
lock eyes with the lovely grey mouse. “I-I don’t… want to be an adult like this….” Scarlett whispered,
almost silently. “I want to be a little baby again….” The rabbit said ever so slightly louder, just enough
for Ms. Taylor to hear it.
“… Oh?” The mouse failed to hold back her confusion. “I-I, uh… I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that,
Scarlett.” She said in an uncertain tone. “Would you like to go somewhere else? Maybe… instead of
the movies, I can take you to a friend’s place and you can be little with another bunny? Another friend
in diapees to play games with?”
Scarlett fell silent once again. Her red eyes slowly focused on Ms. Taylor, looking at the mouse
and her concerned expression. A slight shudder ran down the back of the bunny as she felt herself
regressing, feeling small and helpless. It was like a draining sensation, like getting up and feeling your
legs have fallen asleep, but over your entire body. All she could muster was a simple nod. Her arms
refused to let go of the plush squished to her body, eyes struggling to keep contact with her mommy
figure.
The mouse cleared her throat. “Alright, sweetie. But you know little marshmallows aren’t
allowed to sit up front.” Ms. Taylor attempted to put on her dominant voice, telling Scarlett what she
should do. “Don’t move, marshmallow. I’ll get you out and get you in your car seat.” The mouse
effortlessly told the white bunny how to act.
The grey mouse moved out of the car, walked to the side with the rabbit, then helped Scarlett out.
Looking around nervously, the white rabbit didn’t want to be seen like this. A comforting hand on her
back encouraged her to relax. She was helped into the backseat of the car and into an adult sized car
seat, set with an entire harness of seat belts! The rabbit sat in the soft embrace of the car seat, keeping
her arms out of the way as Ms. Taylor strapped her in. One belt went between her legs and pressed
against the wet padding under the skirt, getting a slight whine from Scarlett. Another belt crossed over
her flat chest, clicking together in order to keep her nice and safe.
“There you go, sweetheart. I’ll put on a little movie for you to watch as mommy makes the
drive.” Ms. Taylor said with a smile. A little video player strapped to the back of the front seat was
turned on, the sound of a whirring DVD filling the air as a video buzzed to life.
Scarlett held Tangerine close to her chest, watching the screen intently. A kid’s movie began to
play on it! She felt better just watching it and sitting in the car seat. It felt oddly heavenly, just sitting
there in her slightly used padding while watching a movie that she hasn’t seen in years. Even as the
door closed and Ms. Taylor spoke on the phone outside the car, the white rabbit didn’t care one bit. All
of her tension slowly faded away as she watched the movie as if it was the last piece of media left on
the entire planet! She didn’t even notice as she raised her thumb to her mouth, starting to suckle on it in
place of a pacifier.
It was clear Ms. Taylor saw this. The door opened just for a moment. The mouse leaned in and set
a full baby bottle of milk on the cup holder of the car seat. Taking her hand away for a moment, she
also offered a black pacifier to Scarlett, holding it out just in front of the little bun’s face. The white

rabbit paused for just a moment before leaning in and gingerly taking it from Ms. Taylor’s hand. The
mouse didn’t even stop her conversation on the phone as this scene played out! That’s what really sold
it for Scarlett, embedding this memory of her first little outing in her mind like burying treasure.
Before the adventure on screen fully started, the car jumped back to life. Ms. Taylor pulled out of
the movie theater parking lot and began to get back on the road. The music was lowered so Scarlett
could listen to her movie without worrying about some ill fitting background noise. Each thoughtless
action of the mommy mouse spoke volumes to the little bun as the pair rode down the highway. What
was a half hour drive barely felt like any time at all to the rabbit in the back! She just watched her
show, suckled her paci, and occasionally took a sip from her bottle. Once throughout the longer trip, the
white rabbit used her diapers a little more, getting them a little past halfway full already.
After the trip subsided and the pair slid into another suburb, Scarlett took a few looks out the
window of the car. The landscape was more or less the same, just on the other side of town. Her movie
wasn’t even halfway through, but she didn’t complain about getting to their destination before she
could finish it. Part of her hoped the trip back would cover the rest of the movie. The car pulled into a
smaller house than what Ms. Taylor had, the gravel of the driveway winding up to the small house on
an open field. From her car seat, Scarlett spied a pair on the front porch, a tiger and a bunny.
Ms. Taylor greeted the two of them as she stepped out of the car. The muffled words of greeting
were lost on the white rabbit sitting in her car seat, barely able to hear a response. As the door opened,
her red eyes were cast towards the mousey mom.
“Alright, we’re here, sweetheart.” Ms. Taylor spoke just as cheery as always. “But I need to ask
something of you, honey. I’m not really… allowed to do this sort of stuff with people I know. So if they
ask about where we met or about anything else adult, follow my lead. Okay?” Her voice lowered as she
spoke. Those pretty teal eyes stared directly into the red eyes of the little bunny, trying to make sure
that she would listen to the request.
Scarlett simply nodded. There was no way she would even begin to say that she did some serious
crime before meeting up with a psychologist with a fetish that was forced on her! Well, even if it was
forced in a roundabout way, Scarlett still loved everything about this. Her slender hands began to fiddle
with the buckles of her car seat.
“No no, dear, let me get that.” Ms. Taylor chided. Her hands brushed away the white fingers of
the little bun, placing them back of the plush fox. “Silly baby, you let mommy handle this sort of stuff.
Do you want to be in mittens more often, darling? Because you’re certainly acting like it.”
The little bunny paused and whined. She simply nodded and kept her arms out of the way as the
straps were removed from her. “P-pwease…” Scarlett whispered in a slurred voice, the pacifier
muffling her words.
“Good girl for asking so nicely.” The mouse congratulated. “Now come on, hop out. Lets go say
hi to a few new friends, okay?” That soft, motherly voice coaxed the shy and anxious rabbit out of the
car. “I have a feeling Layla’s little bun is going to really latch onto you. You’re both pretty skittish little
girls leaving the hard stuff to your mommies~”
Scarlett pouted for a moment as she was escorted from the car to the front porch. She kept the
plush fox close to her chest, holding them as a good luck charm. Trying to get comfortable, the white

rabbit wiggled and slowly took off the faux black leather jacket, leaving her only in a skirt, thigh highs,
cute shoes, and her messy diaper. Her mommy took the jacket from her and draped it over her shoulder.
“Hi there! Layla, Monica, nice to see you two again.” Ms. Taylor called out excitedly towards the
pair on the porch. “Sorry to drop in on such short notice. My new little bun got a little anxious going to
a big girl movie, so I thought taking her here would help her feel better.” This got no objections from
Scarlett, who partially hid behind the shorter mouse.
A strong looking white tiger smiled and waved down the pair. “Nice to see you again! You
wanted to have a little bunny play-date for our little girls? Hope you brought some extra diaps for
yours.” Layla laughed. “We’re starting to run low over here. Delivery's really late this month.” The
feline shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, no, she’ll be fine! Scarlett’s still getting used to the entire… always padded thing. Even
without the training schedule stuff.” Ms. Taylor replied. “Scarlett, sweetheart, go on and say hi. They
don’t bite. Not unless you ask.” She joked.
Scarlett stood behind the grey mouse for a moment. There was a slight imposing nature about
her, head peering over the mouse with those large, dark eyes staring straight ahead. Once she took a shy
step to the side, showing off more of her body to the pair on the porch, the white rabbit rapidly looked
less intimidating and imposing. She looked almost like a little cosplayer from how perfect her outfit
was! The orange fox plush was shifted in her arms as she struggled to muster up the energy to speak.
“H-hewwo, nish twoo meet yoo.” Scarlett spoke shakily. Her pacifier muffled most of it, but her
greeting was enough to get the white tiger and brown bunny smiling at her.
Seeing both sets of eyes fixated on her sent a shiver down the white rabbit’s spine. It was enough
to make her wet herself. There was some distant pang in the back of her mind saying that she wet
herself over just a few people looking at her and how embarrassing it was. She didn’t listen. Blush
filled Scarlett’s pale cheeks as she instinctively looked down to her crotch. Just today alone, with no
encouragement or drugs, she’s peed herself three times. All of them were accidents. It was so full that a
little bit of pee dripped out of the side, obviously staining a small portion of the dark thigh highs.
“Oh, whoops!” Ms. Taylor chimed in. One of her grey furred arms was wrapped around Scarlett’s
shoulders, pulling the white rabbit into her embrace. “Looks like she had an accident. Give me a minute
to get this little soggy butt changed and I’ll let you two have at her!” The mouse began to escort the
white rabbit towards the house, keeping a firm hand on her back to encourage Scarlett further. “I’ll
make sure she’s nice and dry so her and Monica can play for hours without needing a change.” She
teased both buns in one breath.
Monica pouted on the porch. As Ms. Taylor and Scarlett walked by, the blushing brown bunny
took out her black pacifier and stuck out her tongue at the teasing mouse. Layla would jokingly bop the
bun on the head and push her paci back in her mouth. Meanwhile, the white rabbit was being led
through an unfamiliar house to the bathroom just to get her messy padding changed. She was tense,
even with the calming pets from her mommy mouse.
“Sorry I let you get so wet down there, marshmallow.” Ms. Taylor apologized. The mouse led the
taller rabbit to the bathroom, laying her down on an adult sized changing table. “How many times did

you go potty?” She continued the conversation while lifting the skirt and showing a thoroughly soaked
diaper to herself.
The white rabbit reached up and took the pacifier out of her mouth. “I-I, uh… thwee….” Scarlett
blushed and turned away. She didn’t even mean to slur her words. Even hugging Tangerine, she felt
embarrassed and helpless. Her crotch felt cold as the warm padding was pulled away and a wet wipe
was applied to her crotch. “I just… got really nervous seeing the two of them looking at me like
that….” The white rabbit shuddered with the thought.
“Nervous? Why?” Ms. Taylor asked a genuine question. Her hands expertly applied a new diaper
from her back directly onto the pale bunny butt, wrapping it and taping it in a fluid motion. With just a
little readjustment, the new pampers were firmly on Scarlett and wouldn’t come off!
The rabbit hesitated. Sitting up, Scarlett looked to the ground. Her dark brown eyes traced the
grout marks of the tile floor, trying to find something to focus on. “I-I guess I’m… scared… of having
too much fun as a little….” Her words were whispered oh so quietly. “I really peed… three times… by
accident every time… I’m l… loving being a little so much and I feel bad about it….”
“Honey….” Ms. Taylor sighed. Her arms were wrapped around the bunny, holding the much
stronger and taller rabbit in her arms as if she was a plush herself. “You don’t need to be afraid about
liking it. Have as much fun as you want to. There’s no one telling you to not have fun or that you need
to have a certain amount of fun.” The mouse continued to comfort the rabbit, sandwiching the plush
fox between their bodies. “All you’re going to do is hang out with them. We can leave when you want.
You can play with them how you want. Okay? Repeat it back to me.”
Scarlett sniffled a little. She was on the verge of tears from this, but the comforting words and
warm arms around her body steadied her. “I-I’m just gonna hang out with them… we can leave when I
wanna… we can play how I wanna….” Saying it aloud helped immensely. With a deep breath in and
out, the white rabbit slowly peeled herself away from the lovely mouse. Dark chocolate eyes met Ms.
Taylor’s teal eyes for a moment or two, the little bunny smiling to herself.
“Come on, sweetheart. We can get you a snack first, if you want.” The grey mouse helped
Scarlett off of the large changing table. “They’re bound to have popcorn, if thinking about the movies
got you craving that.”
The bunny popped the pacifier back into her mouth. With a nod, she held onto one of Ms.
Taylor’s arms. She kept herself close to the mouse as they walked out into the living room.