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His brow raised with a modicum of confusion.\n\nWith a shout over his shoulder he called out to the lower floor of their two story home, “Uncle Owen? Did you buy me a giant teddy bear in honor of the autumn equinox?”\n\n“Autumn equin–?” Owen mouthed, confused from downstairs. “No. I didn’t do… whatever weird thing you just said! That bear was on the porch! It was addressed to you! Did you order it?!” He called back up.\n\nBourbon blinked and shouted back down, “No!”\n\n“Oh! I guess Mr. Blue Sky has a secret admirer then!” Owen called back with a giggle at the edge of his mouth. “I hope whoever he is, he’s cuter than you!”\n\n“Shut up, Mud Tummy!” Bourbon called back.\n\n“Yeah, yeah. See ya later, Kanga-Underoos!” Owen shouted back and left the house, off to take care of some errands.\n\nBourbon sighed and overlooked the giant bear on his bed. “Hmm. Well, if I do have a secret admirer, they have an eye for going big. I guess I can appreciate that.”\n\nAt the moment he had gotten home from school and the sun was taking quite a while to properly set. It seemed as though the sky was stuck a strange blood red despite it being night time. Maybe this was just how the sky was going to look at night for now. Perhaps the sun’s rays bled in the sky a bit and it stained the darkness a little too much.\n\nYeesh. That sounded unpleasant. Perhaps this thing came at the right time. He could use it to cuddle.\n\n“Hey, Mr. Bear, if you’ve come to freeload in this house I need to make one thing clear to you,” Bourbon began, lightly patting the face of the stuffed animal. “First of all, my uncle’s job earns enough for two people to live a relatively comfortable life so long as the walls and carpet don’t need to be fixed up. Two, the toilet is mine. You can’t use it. Ever. Three, the shower is also mine. You’ll fall apart if you go in there so don’t even try. That would be suicide for teddy bears.”\n\nThe teddy bear didn’t say anything.\n\n“Of course, unless you want to die. I won’t stop you then,” Bourbon continued. “Also, any candy or cookies or tacos or chicken katsu curry with white rice that I bring into this room is mine. I am the man of the house. Uncle Owen acts like he is just because he pays for everything and buys all my stuff but that’s just because he’s my butler. He just doesn’t believe that yet and one day I’ll tell him without getting smacked on the butt.”\nThe teddy bear continued to not speak.\n\n“Good. Thank you for seeing things my way. Now roll over please,” Bourbon pushed the large bear down onto the bed and laid himself out onto its tummy, clasping his hands together as he let his sagging pants fall all the way to the floor.\n\nHe lounged out on top of it in just his black t-shirt and Cookie Monster underoos before sighing. The air in this room felt odd. It was kind of creeping him out how dark it was.\n\nBourbon slid off the bear and stood up, ready to head over to the wall to turn on the light when he tripped over a box on the floor.\n\n“Gah! The enemy planted a bomb in my room!” He gasped, staring down at it. “Oh wait…”\n\nThis must have come with the bear.\n\nIt was odd though. What was all this stuff inside?\n\n“Hmm? A bib? A baby bottle? A diaper?” Bourbon looked more and more confused. “Wait. Are you a baby bear?” He asked the teddy.\n\nIt didn’t respond.\n\n“Great,” Bourbon looked annoyed. “Well, you’re going to have to change yourself because I’m not dealing with stuffed animal mess.”\n\n“Those items aren’t for me. They’re for you.”\n\nBourbon flinched.\n\nHe just heard a voice.\n\nWell, that was odd because he was the only person home right now. That voice didn’t sound like his uncle or anyone he knew for that matter. It sounded extremely muffled and grainy.\n\nBourbon scrunched up his face a bit and looked around the room.\n\nHe then turned to look at the bear.\n\nHe waited.\n\n“Did… did you say something?” Bourbon asked.\n\nThere was another stint of silence.\nThe bear’s head twisted awkwardly to look at Bourbon.\n\n“I’m the only other person here. Of course it was me, you big baby.”\n\nBourbon stared at the bear, eyes wide as dinner plates.\n\nHe then grabbed the front of his own underwear and hiked his briefs up into a frontal wedgie.\n\n“OW! Okay. Not a dream. Also, WHAT?! HUH?!” Bourbon scrambled back a bit and pressed his back against the wall. “T-T-Talking bear?!”\n\nThe bear slithered off the bed and began shambling on its scrunched up stubby legs towards Bourbon.\n\n“W-W-W-Walking… bear…?!” Bourbon looked up at it as it loomed overhead.\n\n“You’re in need of a diaper change,” The voice came back. The bear’s mouth didn’t move but it was clearly coming from him!\n\n“I-I-I-I… duh…duuuh?!” Bourbon’s mind was having trouble processing this. He was momentarily a little out of sorts before his brain snapped back at attention when he felt a warm wetness seep into his briefs and cascade down his legs.\n\nBourbon glanced down and saw that he had indeed wet himself a little. With a blush, he glanced back up at the bear and gulped.\n\n“I thought you said the toilet was yours,” The bear said. “Yet you don’t wish to use it. I suppose that removes all doubt.”\n\nHe grabbed Bourbon by the top of his head and lifted him up. Bourbon shrieked and began flailing about in his grasp.\n\n“I just saw some unholy being talk and approach me! I wasn’t thinking about the toilet!” Bourbon whined. How unfair that line of logic was paled in comparison to how awful being laid onto the floor in such a swift motion following his complaint was. Bourbon grunted and found himself splayed out on the floor against his will.\n\nThe bear grabbed at his underwear and shuffled them down. Bourbon blushed a bit, glancing down at his half naked self before his bottom was raised and the diaper was unfolded.\n\n“A-Aren’t you going to clean me off properly! Hey!” Bourbon snapped as his butt was lowered onto the diaper and awkwardly taped up. He was then forced to sit up and had the bib tied around his neck. “Why are you dressing me in your stuff?! EEP!” He gasped when he was then lifted into the bear’s arms.\nThe two of them traveled down the stairs together soon after.\n\n“We need to get some fresh air. I like taking my stuffed animal for walkies,” The bear said calmly.\n\n“Stuffed animal?” Bourbon was confused again. He watched as the bear held up the bottle. It was suddenly filled with milk. He could have sworn it was empty before. What was going on? Was he losing his mind?\n\n“Yes,” The bear responded. “I told you that stuff was for you. I’m glad it got delivered safely.”\n\nHe shoved the bottle into Bourbon’s mouth and watched him ungraciously suckle a bunch of it down with his eyes criss-crossed forward to glance at the bottle. Then when it was pulled away, Bourbon coughed a bit as it dribbled off his lip.\n\n“W-Why would that stuff be delivered for me? They’re your accessories!” Bourbon snapped and pointed accusingly at the bear right as they went outside. He immediately panicked and blushed a deeper red. “AH! NO! DON’T TAKE ME OUTSIDE! PEOPLE WILL SEEEEE~!”\n\n“They’re not my accessories. They’re yours. You’re my stuffed animal. This is my house. That was my room we just left.”\n\nBourbon blinked, his blush slinking away to process the extremely weird thing Mr. Bear just said.\n\n“You… you’re crazy! I’m a flesh and blood human being! I’m not a stuffed… stuffed…” Bourbon trailed off when he pointed at the bear again, noticing something that he swore hadn’t been there before.\n\nOn his arm was a stitch seam.\n\nHis face paled a little bit and he began sweating. Words were failing him. His mind wasn’t processing this correctly.\n\nHe grabbed at it, wondering if maybe it was a loose strand of clothing and its connection to his skin was just a weird trick of the light.\n\nWhen he pulled at it, his skin unraveled.\n\nBourbon’s breathing increased tremendously.\n\nHis arm was coming undone and out of the open seam wasn’t blood or guts.\n\nIt was stuffing.\n\nHis stuffing.\n\nBourbon was shocked into silence, staring at his arm as it bled out stuffed animal fuzz while he was cradled by the large bear.\n\n“You were so hungry for a companion, I decided to come visit. However, it seems you were in need of taking care of the most.”\n\nBourbon remained silent, stunned and frozen in terror.\n\n“Don’t worry. With you like this, taking care of you will be far, far easier.”\n\nHe rocked him back and forth, delighted to have his new stuffed toy.\n\n---\n\nSupport me on Patreon or Pixiv FANBOX and get images and bi-weekly stories for just a single dollar a month. Even more colored images await you for 10 dollar patrons and above too. Check it out at http://www.patreon.com/SDCharm or http://sdcharm.fanbox.cc/","description_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Bourbon stared ahead at the large, hulking frame of the huge teddy bear sitting on his bed in his room. His brow raised with a modicum of confusion.<br /><br />With a shout over his shoulder he called out to the lower floor of their two story home, &ldquo;Uncle Owen? Did you buy me a giant teddy bear in honor of the autumn equinox?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Autumn equin&ndash;?&rdquo; Owen mouthed, confused from downstairs. &ldquo;No. I didn&rsquo;t do&hellip; whatever weird thing you just said! That bear was on the porch! It was addressed to you! Did you order it?!&rdquo; He called back up.<br /><br />Bourbon blinked and shouted back down, &ldquo;No!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh! I guess Mr. Blue Sky has a secret admirer then!&rdquo; Owen called back with a giggle at the edge of his mouth. &ldquo;I hope whoever he is, he&rsquo;s cuter than you!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Shut up, Mud Tummy!&rdquo; Bourbon called back.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, yeah. See ya later, Kanga-Underoos!&rdquo; Owen shouted back and left the house, off to take care of some errands.<br /><br />Bourbon sighed and overlooked the giant bear on his bed. &ldquo;Hmm. Well, if I do have a secret admirer, they have an eye for going big. I guess I can appreciate that.&rdquo;<br /><br />At the moment he had gotten home from school and the sun was taking quite a while to properly set. It seemed as though the sky was stuck a strange blood red despite it being night time. Maybe this was just how the sky was going to look at night for now. Perhaps the sun&rsquo;s rays bled in the sky a bit and it stained the darkness a little too much.<br /><br />Yeesh. That sounded unpleasant. Perhaps this thing came at the right time. He could use it to cuddle.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, Mr. Bear, if you&rsquo;ve come to freeload in this house I need to make one thing clear to you,&rdquo; Bourbon began, lightly patting the face of the stuffed animal. &ldquo;First of all, my uncle&rsquo;s job earns enough for two people to live a relatively comfortable life so long as the walls and carpet don&rsquo;t need to be fixed up. Two, the toilet is mine. You can&rsquo;t use it. Ever. Three, the shower is also mine. You&rsquo;ll fall apart if you go in there so don&rsquo;t even try. That would be suicide for teddy bears.&rdquo;<br /><br />The teddy bear didn&rsquo;t say anything.<br /><br />&ldquo;Of course, unless you want to die. I won&rsquo;t stop you then,&rdquo; Bourbon continued. &ldquo;Also, any candy or cookies or tacos or chicken katsu curry with white rice that I bring into this room is mine. I am the man of the house. Uncle Owen acts like he is just because he pays for everything and buys all my stuff but that&rsquo;s just because he&rsquo;s my butler. He just doesn&rsquo;t believe that yet and one day I&rsquo;ll tell him without getting smacked on the butt.&rdquo;<br />The teddy bear continued to not speak.<br /><br />&ldquo;Good. Thank you for seeing things my way. Now roll over please,&rdquo; Bourbon pushed the large bear down onto the bed and laid himself out onto its tummy, clasping his hands together as he let his sagging pants fall all the way to the floor.<br /><br />He lounged out on top of it in just his black t-shirt and Cookie Monster underoos before sighing. The air in this room felt odd. It was kind of creeping him out how dark it was.<br /><br />Bourbon slid off the bear and stood up, ready to head over to the wall to turn on the light when he tripped over a box on the floor.<br /><br />&ldquo;Gah! The enemy planted a bomb in my room!&rdquo; He gasped, staring down at it. &ldquo;Oh wait&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />This must have come with the bear.<br /><br />It was odd though. What was all this stuff inside?<br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm? A bib? A baby bottle? A diaper?&rdquo; Bourbon looked more and more confused. &ldquo;Wait. Are you a baby bear?&rdquo; He asked the teddy.<br /><br />It didn&rsquo;t respond.<br /><br />&ldquo;Great,&rdquo; Bourbon looked annoyed. &ldquo;Well, you&rsquo;re going to have to change yourself because I&rsquo;m not dealing with stuffed animal mess.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Those items aren&rsquo;t for me. They&rsquo;re for you.&rdquo;<br /><br />Bourbon flinched.<br /><br />He just heard a voice.<br /><br />Well, that was odd because he was the only person home right now. That voice didn&rsquo;t sound like his uncle or anyone he knew for that matter. It sounded extremely muffled and grainy.<br /><br />Bourbon scrunched up his face a bit and looked around the room.<br /><br />He then turned to look at the bear.<br /><br />He waited.<br /><br />&ldquo;Did&hellip; did you say something?&rdquo; Bourbon asked.<br /><br />There was another stint of silence.<br />The bear&rsquo;s head twisted awkwardly to look at Bourbon.<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m the only other person here. Of course it was me, you big baby.&rdquo;<br /><br />Bourbon stared at the bear, eyes wide as dinner plates.<br /><br />He then grabbed the front of his own underwear and hiked his briefs up into a frontal wedgie.<br /><br />&ldquo;OW! Okay. Not a dream. Also, WHAT?! HUH?!&rdquo; Bourbon scrambled back a bit and pressed his back against the wall. &ldquo;T-T-Talking bear?!&rdquo;<br /><br />The bear slithered off the bed and began shambling on its scrunched up stubby legs towards Bourbon.<br /><br />&ldquo;W-W-W-Walking&hellip; bear&hellip;?!&rdquo; Bourbon looked up at it as it loomed overhead.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re in need of a diaper change,&rdquo; The voice came back. The bear&rsquo;s mouth didn&rsquo;t move but it was clearly coming from him!<br /><br />&ldquo;I-I-I-I&hellip; duh&hellip;duuuh?!&rdquo; Bourbon&rsquo;s mind was having trouble processing this. He was momentarily a little out of sorts before his brain snapped back at attention when he felt a warm wetness seep into his briefs and cascade down his legs.<br /><br />Bourbon glanced down and saw that he had indeed wet himself a little. With a blush, he glanced back up at the bear and gulped.<br /><br />&ldquo;I thought you said the toilet was yours,&rdquo; The bear said. &ldquo;Yet you don&rsquo;t wish to use it. I suppose that removes all doubt.&rdquo;<br /><br />He grabbed Bourbon by the top of his head and lifted him up. Bourbon shrieked and began flailing about in his grasp.<br /><br />&ldquo;I just saw some unholy being talk and approach me! I wasn&rsquo;t thinking about the toilet!&rdquo; Bourbon whined. How unfair that line of logic was paled in comparison to how awful being laid onto the floor in such a swift motion following his complaint was. Bourbon grunted and found himself splayed out on the floor against his will.<br /><br />The bear grabbed at his underwear and shuffled them down. Bourbon blushed a bit, glancing down at his half naked self before his bottom was raised and the diaper was unfolded.<br /><br />&ldquo;A-Aren&rsquo;t you going to clean me off properly! Hey!&rdquo; Bourbon snapped as his butt was lowered onto the diaper and awkwardly taped up. He was then forced to sit up and had the bib tied around his neck. &ldquo;Why are you dressing me in your stuff?! EEP!&rdquo; He gasped when he was then lifted into the bear&rsquo;s arms.<br />The two of them traveled down the stairs together soon after.<br /><br />&ldquo;We need to get some fresh air. I like taking my stuffed animal for walkies,&rdquo; The bear said calmly.<br /><br />&ldquo;Stuffed animal?&rdquo; Bourbon was confused again. He watched as the bear held up the bottle. It was suddenly filled with milk. He could have sworn it was empty before. What was going on? Was he losing his mind?<br /><br />&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; The bear responded. &ldquo;I told you that stuff was for you. I&rsquo;m glad it got delivered safely.&rdquo;<br /><br />He shoved the bottle into Bourbon&rsquo;s mouth and watched him ungraciously suckle a bunch of it down with his eyes criss-crossed forward to glance at the bottle. Then when it was pulled away, Bourbon coughed a bit as it dribbled off his lip.<br /><br />&ldquo;W-Why would that stuff be delivered for me? They&rsquo;re your accessories!&rdquo; Bourbon snapped and pointed accusingly at the bear right as they went outside. He immediately panicked and blushed a deeper red. &ldquo;AH! NO! DON&rsquo;T TAKE ME OUTSIDE! PEOPLE WILL SEEEEE~!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;They&rsquo;re not my accessories. They&rsquo;re yours. You&rsquo;re my stuffed animal. This is my house. That was my room we just left.&rdquo;<br /><br />Bourbon blinked, his blush slinking away to process the extremely weird thing Mr. Bear just said.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&hellip; you&rsquo;re crazy! I&rsquo;m a flesh and blood human being! I&rsquo;m not a stuffed&hellip; stuffed&hellip;&rdquo; Bourbon trailed off when he pointed at the bear again, noticing something that he swore hadn&rsquo;t been there before.<br /><br />On his arm was a stitch seam.<br /><br />His face paled a little bit and he began sweating. Words were failing him. His mind wasn&rsquo;t processing this correctly.<br /><br />He grabbed at it, wondering if maybe it was a loose strand of clothing and its connection to his skin was just a weird trick of the light.<br /><br />When he pulled at it, his skin unraveled.<br /><br />Bourbon&rsquo;s breathing increased tremendously.<br /><br />His arm was coming undone and out of the open seam wasn&rsquo;t blood or guts.<br /><br />It was stuffing.<br /><br />His stuffing.<br /><br />Bourbon was shocked into silence, staring at his arm as it bled out stuffed animal fuzz while he was cradled by the large bear.<br /><br />&ldquo;You were so hungry for a companion, I decided to come visit. However, it seems you were in need of taking care of the most.&rdquo;<br /><br />Bourbon remained silent, stunned and frozen in terror.<br /><br />&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t worry. With you like this, taking care of you will be far, far easier.&rdquo;<br /><br />He rocked him back and forth, delighted to have his new stuffed toy.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Support me on Patreon or Pixiv FANBOX and get images and bi-weekly stories for just a single dollar a month. Even more colored images await you for 10 dollar patrons and above too. 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