Dappled light shone through the truck's open back-end, slowly coaxing Chris back to wakefulness. [i]"Hohhhn..."[/i] The little bunny-boy stretched and yawned, blissfully forgetful, if only for the moment, of what had transpired the night before. Of course, all good things must come to an end, and perversely, it was all the [i]cumming[/i] that he'd done the night prior which helped to jog his memory. For starters, there was the smell... Not overly pungent, unmistakably present, the slightly musky scent of all the pent-up baby batter he'd pumped into his diaper over the course of his lengthy voyage to... Where was it that he'd been going, exactly? His captors had been rather coy, all things considered, and he hadn't laid eyes on them once... But something [i]was[/i] happening, he could hear people moving behind him, towards the back of the truck. It was just... "N-Nughh..." He grumbled softly, kicking his little legs, trying to find purchase... Why was his diaper so big? And so... [i]Heavy[/i]? He cast his gaze downwards and gasped cutely, going stiff as he realized that his pamps had swollen so heavily that they were nearly half his size! A rush of humiliation filled his body, humiliation that made his heavy peepee feel 'funny', his cheeks going red- And then even [i]redder[/i] when he opened his mouth. "I cummied so much in my dipey it's too big ta' move?" ... He'd forgotten just how ridiculous he sounded now. His lips quivered in frustration, and soon he began to kick his legs impotently, the little baby-bunny letting out grunts and groans as he tried to at least right himself. It was futile, of course, those little legs swinging awkwardly in the air... He'd soon tired himself out, and could do naught but wallow in the reality of his situation. Just hours ago he'd been an independent young man, and now... Now he was some sort of oversexed infant, unable to so much as free himself from the tyranny of his big, cummy diaper... He bit his lip, realizing the mistake he'd made by even thinking in such terms, his cock throbbing against the slick, warm padding. God, just thinking about it made him [i]horny[/i], why did it make him so horny...? He felt as if he was fighting a losing battle, screwing his eyes shut and trying not to think about how good it would feel to loose another thick load into his diaper... When suddenly he felt a jolt! The conveyor had begun to move, carting his little transparent cell out of the truck and into the daylight. It was a welcome distraction from his building arousal, though in his awkward position he wasn't able to see much of where he was going. He craned his neck, this way and that, but it was to no avail... Eventually, his box trundled through what seemed to be a hole in a wall, and into a building, before finally coming to a complete stop. There he waited, unsure of whether he wanted to call out for help or keep his lips shut, and avoid whatever humiliation actually trying to [i]speak[/i] would bring. "Uwah...?" He heard the side of his box slide up, and then felt a pair of hands on his belly. The sensation of being touched through his soft, white fur was new and alien to the transformed bunny, enough to make him let out another chorus of cute huffs and gasps as he was turned over, his eyes going wide at the sight of a... Fox woman? She towered over him, blotting out the lights above and casting him in shadow, even though she really couldn't have been much more than a college-aged intern, regarding him with green eyes as she flicked her soft, shoulder-length hazel locks. She wore a uniform of some stripe, the sort you'd see on any chain-store cashier, though she showed enough cleavage to send a jolt of excitement running through his dick, enough to make his length throb in his pamps. He soon became aware of the worrisome fact that, although she wore a nametag, the letters upon its surface devolved into a soup of incomprehensible squiggles every time Chris attempted to decipher it. It was like they really had turned him into some sort of illiterate baby... But there was one more thing that caused significant bemusement, and that was the expression on her face: She looked [i]bored.[/i] It was a realization that slowly dawned on Chris. She was bored, and how in the world could she be bored?! That would imply that something about him, about [i]everything[/i] here, was completely and utterly mundane. His eyes went wide, and he found that he could keep his curiosity at bay no longer. How in the world could he not ask a whole lot of questions at the prompting of such a revelation. "Where dis pwace!? What you do me?! Why I make c-cummies aww da' time!? 'M nawt a baby! Dun wanna' be heewe! Dun wanna' wear... D-Dipey..." He trailed off, suddenly rocked by blissful diaper-fantasies, before shaking his head and staring angrily up at the fox-woman, who seemed to be either unable to understand him, or simply [i]intent[/i] on ignoring him completely... His eyes followed her right hand as it dipped into a bin and withdrew a... Pacifier? "Heyyy! You wisten! Dun wan' paci! Wan- Mmm-Mmmpphhh~!?" His lips parted easily, allowing the rubber nub to pass. For a moment, he was stunned by the sheer audacity of it. Even moreso when his own body betrayed him. Perhaps he could've suppressed the reflex, had he known what was coming, but as things were, he was caught entirely by surprise, his lips locking around the pacifier before the muscles of his mouth contorted in one singular, blissful suck... Then another, and another, and soon he'd worked himself into a rhythm, his eyes wide and darting from left to right as the sound of it quickly became audible. [b]*Thuck-thuck-thuck-thuck...*[/b] It wasn't just that it was difficult to stop himself once he'd gotten started, it was that every single tug on his pacifier seemed to bring him [i]erotic[/i] pleasure, his cock pulsing and thrilling with excitement, each throb drawing a thick splurt of pre from his length. His eyes went dull with bliss... Oh god, could he climax like this? He squealed into his pacifier as best he could, his wrath coming out as little more than a long, drawn-out groan. "Goodness, you're a mouthy one. Good thing I got you a paci." the fox remarked passively, now returning with a new... New... Well, 'dipey' was the word he tried to mumble through his pacifier, but what had come out wasn't particularly intelligible. He panted through his nose, huffing, on the verge of climax, and yet just an inch off... He could feel the dampness spreading around his cock, the thick gobs of clear precum he was dribbling into his diaper... Soon, he didn't have to imagine it, as the same hands that had flipped him over began to undo his diaper. His cock sprung free, bouncing softly, the cool air of the changing-room driving him to gasp around the rubbery gag in his mouth. Occasionally, a reflexive throb of his cock would send a thick wad of clear precum traveling up his length to dribble languidly from the tip before running teasingly down the underside of his impossibly fat tyke-boner. Sucking on his pacifier only made the persistent arousal worse, but he couldn't [i]quite[/i] bring himself to stop, even as he made angry eyebrows at the fox. "Looks like someone's cranky too~ Don't worry, we'll fix that right up." She smirked, reaching down and producing something that looked like... Some sort of onahole!? It had a harder outer casing, covered with crayon pictures of suns and rainbows, and was open on both the front and back-ends, revealing a soft, pinkish, and delightfully slick-looking interior~ It was so large that hefting it visibly required some of the woman's strength. And yet it seemed only barely big enough to fit the entirety of his boner in one go... He shook his head in terror- There was no way she was planning to use that on him, right?! At the same time, his balls gurgled with more angry insistence, his length aching in anticipation. "I'll get you nice and [i]drained[/i], and then I'll wrap you up in a nice clean set of pampers and put you on display~" Display?! What did she mean by display!? Chris had thought she looked like she might be some sort of store employee, but could that actually be the case? He didn't have long to ponder the question, as the pinkish innards of the sleeve slid down around his dick in short order~ [b]*SCHLRKKK~♥*[/b] "HEEEHHHHNNNH~!" He squealed around his paci, eyes going crossed as he tried, and failed, to stave off the coming [i]flood[/i] of seed, his fuzzy bunny-nuts visibly pulling up against his crotch as his cock flexed, [i]flexed[/i], and then [b]gushed[/b] like a fire-hose. Of course, the masturbator the fox-woman was using on him was built for this task, her tail swishing nonchalantly above her rear as she gently swayed her hips and watched the fat condom-bubble attached to the end of the toy swell larger and larger, from a golf-ball to a grapefruit, the poor boy's ejaculation refusing to cease until he'd produced a cantaloupe-sized bubble, at which point she snapped the condom free of the toy... And snapped a fresh one on to replace it! "Mmmhmnnhh~!" Chris groaned in protest, once again trying and failing to spit out his pacifier, to make some noise that was more comprehensible than high-pitched grunts and groans, but it was for naught. She [i]milked[/i] him, that was what it felt like, bringing him over the edge again and again and again, casually discarding each massive spunk-filled condom into a nearby trashcan, piling them high enough to overflow the receptacle, until at last she seemed satisfied that he was done, the final condom only half the size of the prior five... Or was it six? Chris honestly wasn't sure how many, his mind was in no shape to really count things right now, a thin line of drool running down his chin as he lazily watched her clean and powder his nethers through lidded eyes, felt himself lifted free of the dampness of his soaked diaper, and then... "Iiiiphiiie..." He instantly perked up, eyes going wide at the sight of the fresh diaper. Even with the pacifier muffling his words, it was obvious what it was that he'd said this time. His reaction was enough to get the employee to giggle, shaking her head and smirking as she tugged his new pamps up his legs. Chris' eyes crossed, his cock throbbed, his whole body shivering as his modified mind positively exulted at the sensation of the soft, dry padding. The feeling of his pamps hugging his butt and tightly couching his fat balls and his thick, throbbing bunny-dick was intoxicating... He actually let out a heated moan as he felt his body [i]trying[/i] to climax, but of course the fox had done quite a good job of making sure that he was empty, and all that was loosed was a dab of milky pre~ He huffed, feeling flushed, overstimulated, and somewhat [i]violated[/i] all at once, the employee humming a little tune to herself as she lifted him once again and placed him back in his box, carrying him down a short hallway. Chris' intuition was soon proven correct as he was carried out onto some sort of retail-space, like a pet shop with shelves and shelves of small boxes, just like his. He looked around, wide-eyed, hands pressed to the glass as he was brought over to one such shelf, where an open spot awaited him. He spent a few moments psyching himself up, before [i]finally[/i] managing to spit out his pacifier with a wet *pwah*, leaving a little trail of drool as it was sent rolling towards the corner... "W-waaait!" He cried, his clean diaper light enough for him to stand, banging on the glass of his box. "Can't weave me... C'monnn..." His voice faded from a shout into a whisper as he realized that she probably couldn't hear him, before dropping back onto his padded butt and crossing his arms irritably over his chest. He tried to think about things rationally- And thanked his lucky stars that, in spite of how he sounded, he still [i]could[/i] think rationally. But presuming all his fellow prisoners were also just as capable, that meant that they'd design his constraints with that in mind... It definitely didn't seem like there was any easy out. The interior of his box was smooth, as far as he could tell, and the mechanism to actually release the wall which did move was on the outside of the box. Maybe if he could thump the side hard enough, he'd be able to get it to rattle loose? Of course, that was a big 'if', he was so small and awkward now... "Can't bewieve dey did dis ta' me... Ta..." He looked around, finding that he was flanked on both sides by fellow pamped-out prisoners, a sullen-looking raccoon-boy to his left, and on the right... An otter spiritedly ground his diaper against the floor, hump-hump-humping away with a gusto that made Chris blush. God, he'd probably looked like that the evening before, hadn't he... He could barely hear the moans of the others, and in fact all sounds seemed to be heavily muffled through his plexiglass prison. ... Which is why it was such a surprise when a woman's cheerful voice thundered clear and crystal into his bunny-ears. "Heyyy all you cuties, it's Hannah Husky, here for another fun episode of Hannah's House!" Upbeat intro music played in the background, a speaker on the shelf working to pump the sound straight into his cube. His attention was soon drawn to a wide flatscreen, set up against the far wall of the shop, the rest of the 'merchandise' seemingly just as transfixed by the development as he was. A massive, fuzzy canine woman had appeared onscreen, smiling like a sunny day as she jiggled and wobbled her plump, MILFy body around, dressed in yoga-pants and a tight black sports-bra. Chris was instantly in love- He would've found her attractive before being changed, at least as far as big husky-wolf-ladies went, but just looking at her now made his head spin, made him coo and moan, her voice dipping into his head like gentle, massaging fingers... And he nearly choked on his own spit when he realized he could see her nipples poking through her top! "Mommy Hannah hopes you've all been verrrry good boys since my last visit~!" Chris looked around, watching most of the other boys' lips working as most mouthed the same words... Why were they- "If you've been a VERY good boy..." She bent forwards, presenting a [i]vast[/i] expanse of thick, fuzzy cleavage, and Chris' brain went blank, temporarily swallowed up by the abyss between those massive tits... "... And made lots of cummies, say 'yes Miss Hanna'." "Oooohh, yesss Miss Hanna..." He moaned softly, unable to take his eyes from the screen, suddenly hanging on every word- No, there was something weird about this TV show, it was like it was pushing into his skull, making him- "Good job~!" He let out a needy whine, his cock jumping in his diaper, [i]straining[/i] against the padding... "Well behaved boys like you are Mommy Hannah's favorite~! *Giggle~* Make sure to smile lots, and always show your mommies how much you love love [i]love[/i] them! Keep being good boys..." The woman smirked, Chris was already furiously humping his diaper against the floor, panting as his big bunny-ears bounced with the intensity of the motion. Every word out of her mouth made him want to fuck like... Well... A [i]rabbit[/i]. "... And Mommy Hannah will keep inviting you to watch her exercise routines. Let's start, hmmh~?" Fast, percussion-heavy music began to play, picking up the pace as the yoga-pants-clad woman began to preen and [i]stretch[/i], settling onto a soft mat and presenting her huge, juicy, wobbly booty to the camera, before dipping down into a split so wide that her cameltoe kissed the floor. Chris could barely believe how hot it was- Why was it so HOT?! In this moment, he would've let her do anything to him, if only it let him get a closer look at that ass... "That's right, boys~! I'm sure some of you are already cumming your dipeys, hmmmh~? That's right, keep going~" She settled into the aerobic part of the routine, rolling her hips in rhythmic motions, picking up the pace, faster and faster until her fat ass was audibly *clapping*. She looked back at the camera, belting out syllables in rhythm with the music, with the shaking of her ass... "Humpy-humpy-pumpy-dipey-rubby-grindy-stroky-[b]CUMMY![/b]" Chris' whole body seized in orgasm, his diaper swelling with each massive throb of his cock, his squeals of diaper-baby-bliss padded and contained by the box, just as his diaper contained the massive load he was [i]still[/i] blowing, his tongue hanging limp from his mouth even as he continued to grind and rub his diapered dick against the increasingly slick padding. Meanwhile, the show continued, Chris' eyes wide and red, desperate not to miss a moment, not a single ass-twerk or... Or... "It's booba-bouncy-time, boyyys~" The woman purred, before turning around and setting to wobbling those titties... Chris whined, and reflexively redoubled his humping-efforts, then redoubled them again as he and the other boys were anonymously praised for their good behavior once more... And as the show went on, Chris' conscious thoughts slowly faded, until all that remained was a blissful, horny hump-trance... Which is how he'd be found when the first customer made her way inside~