“Hey! Let me go!” Chopper screamed. He used his teeth to try and rip off the tight mits wrapped around his hands. He kicked at the bars around his small cage. He tried to transform, how he tried to transform. Nothing he did was any use, he was stuck here. 
	He tried desperately to ignore the loud crinkling that came up wherever he moved, telling himself that it didn’t matter, he was a prisoner, why should he feel embarrassed about what he was forced into? He looked down over his outfit. 
	He was sealed inside a purple onesie, one that wrapped over his whole body. His feet, his hands, everything was under that soft and warm texture. His rump puffed out like he was wearing a large balloon, but he knew that they were diapers. It had to be at least two layers, as every time he moved, the crinkling was almost deafening. His hands were made into useless nubs by the onesie, with the fabric wrapping around them, leaving him helpless and weak. 
	He called the thing he was stuck inside a “cage”, as it made him feel better, but there was no mistaking it, he was in a giant crib. There were blankets, stuffed animals, pillows, hanging above him was a mobile gently spinning, which he could see in the dark room due to the small amounts of glowing it did. 
	He sighed. How long had he been kicking and screaming? His throat was so sore, and his teeth were hurting. Would he ever see his friends in the straw hats again? All he could remember was following Luffy and the others on a new adventure, only for something to wrap around him, lift him up, then everything faded to black. 
	He tried to pound his head with his hooves, only to feel the soft padding around his hands tap gently against him. “Think, Chopper, think! I have to remember something!” He tried to focus. He was lifted up in the air, something thick and long was wrapped around him, and he was brought face to face with what looked like…a large octopus?
	As if on cue, powerful lights all around Chopper turned on, blinding the little reindeer. He felt himself being lifted up by a coiling snake, yet it’s grip was too powerful to be real. 
	“Good morning, little baby! Do not worry, I am here to help you with your day!” 
	As Chopper’s eyes adjusted to the light, he was brought face to face with a large cartoon octopus. It’s skin was made of a soft felt, it’s eyes were blue buttons, and it’s mouth was sewn on. It was like a stuffed animal brought to life, but right before his eyes. 
	“Hey, who the heck are you?” Chopper complained, trying to break free of the octopus's coils. 
	A tight squeeze pushed all the air out of Chopper. “Hey, no naughty language for little babies like you!” 
	After a few moments of no air, Chopper was allowed enough space to breath. Not enough to wiggle around much at all, but enough to breath. “Why…why are you doing this?” 
	The toy octopus stared at Chopper with it’s souless button eyes. “Little babies need to be taken care of, don’t you agree?” A hazy, green gas started to escape from between it’s lips, accompanied with a gentle hissing sound. “Here, baby, it’s time for your day to begin!” 
	Chopper couldn’t help but inhale the strong smelling gas, coughing as he felt it go up his nose. “Ugh, this is awful!” As he spoke, he realized how dizzy he felt. His head bobbed back and forth, as his eyes fluttered shut. Chopper fell fast asleep, the drugged gas ensuring he would not wake for hours. 

	The robotic Octopus lifted the limp baby in his tentacles, getting everything he needed ready. He slid the bulky headphones over his ears, needing to keep it at an angle to get around the boy’s antlers. He deliberately wrapped his tentacles around the boy, squeezing him in a nice, secure hug.
“You are a baby. You feel so safe when squeezed. Being in diapers feels so nice. You need to stay little. You cannot get big.” The audio in the headphones played along with calming, hypnotic music. It would slowly chip away at the little one’s mind, until he was so helpless to Mr. Octopus. 
“Ughhhh…” The baby moaned. There was no chance of him waking up, the sleeping gas was too powerful for someone so tiny. 
Mr. Octopus moved the boy around, holding him up by his tush, turning him around, doing all sorts of things. Every time his soft tentacle pressed against the diaper, the most delightful crinkle sound made Mr. Octopus go flush with pride. The boy’s padding was so secure and soft, so puffy and awkward, so firm and loud, it was Mr. Octopus’s best work. 
The reindeer felt so soft, so warm, so easy to love. As the subliminal messages were absorbed into the boy’s head, a small smile started to grow on his face. Mr. Octopus was so excited to keep his little baby forever. 

	“Ugh…what happened?” Chopper moaned. His head was throbbing. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized his arms were pinned to his sides. “Wha…?” 
	“Oh, good morning, baby!” An eerily cheerful voice said behind Chopper. 
	When the reindeer tried to turn to his captor, the obnoxiously loud crinkling reminded him of where he was. He felt his face get hot when it sunk in: He was dressed like a giant baby. 
	“What are you doing? Why are you dressing me like this?” Chopper said, trying to act as mean and tough as possible. “I’m a pirate, and if you don’t let me go now, my crews gonna come and make you sorry!” 
	Chopper watched as thick, heavy, soft tentacles slithered around him. He watched as the large bulbous head came into view. “Oh don’t be silly, little baby, look at you!” A thick tentacle pressed between Chopper’s legs, making the crinkling grow louder and louder. “That doesn’t sound like the tush of a big boy!” 
	“H-hey!” Chopper tried to wiggle away, yet he was stuck in the chair. “You put me in this!” 
	“Ooo…Look at that blush. It’s okay little baby, I’ll help you learn your place.” 
	Chopper huffed, wishing he could disappear in a hole. He tried hard to avoid being helpless and weak, but there was nothing he could do. He looked away from the octopus, trying to find a way to get out, anything to help. 
	The room looked like a large daycare. The walls were covered with posters of short boys in diapers, with big smiles on their faces and spirals in their eyes. Phrases like “Mind off, diapers on!”, or “If you see a baby thinking, tell your babysitter!” There were toys laying around, large plastic bricks, dolls and stuffed animals, brightly colored keys on a ring. The one thing that stuck out was a camera pointed right at him. 
	“Hey, what’s that?” Chopper said. “Who’s watching this?” 
	“Oh, let me show you, silly.” The octopus slithered across the room, grabbing a laptop. He held it up to Chopper. “See? You’re really popular?” 
	Chopper tilted his head. It was some kind of video site. On the screen was Chopper himself, sat down in a large high chair with his arms forced to his sides by a large tray. He realized it was a livestream. 
	“You’re putting this on a website?” Chopper gasped. 
	“Of course!” The Octopus got the laptop closer, and pointed at a number under the videofeed. “And look! 2.3 million views, that’s very good for a first day!” 
	Chopper’s jaw dropped. “T-two million? They can see this!” His face grew hotter, and he could almost imagine the bright red blush. “No! This isn’t me, I’m not a baby!” He tried to kick himself off from his high chair, tried to break free, trying to shake himself out of his situation as hard as he could, only to make the crinkling deafening. 
	“Daw…poor little baby.” The octopus put the laptop down, other tentacles bringing up a small green jar. “Does my little one need a reminder of what you are?” 
	“No no no! I don’t!” Chopper screamed. “I’m a pirate! With a bounty and a fighting style, and a crew that’s gonna kick your butt!” 
	To Chopper’s shock, something cold and wet was forced into his mouth. A shiver went over his entire body as the bitter and sour taste coated his tongue. He swallowed, feeling the soft and wet lump go down his throat and sink in his belly. 
	“Yuck!” Chopper cried. “What was that?” 
	“Peas and Spinach!” The octopus said, putting a small metal spoon he was holding back into the little jar. “It’s good for little babies.”
	Chopper’s face curled up. He had been spoiled with Sanji’s food for so long, something like this made his stomach turn. Even if he was starving, maybe starving would be better than eating slop. 
	“No, I won’t eat that!” Chopper shut his mouth as tightly as he could. 
	“Ho ho ho, my little baby wants to be naughty!” The octopus laughed. His long tentacles curled towards Chopper’s feet, one of the few exposed parts of his body. “Coochie Coochie coo!” 
	“H-hey! Ahah, no, stop!” Chopper’s laughter roared out as he jerked uncontrollably. He imagined the countless eyes on him, laughing like an idiot while dressed like this. “D-don’t look!” 
	Another glob of baby food was stuffed into his mouth, which he promptly spat out. He felt so much of it dribble onto his mouth, which he couldn’t even wipe away. “No! I won’t eat any more of this gunk!” He tried to sound angry, scary, like a pirate, but he fought back tears, and his voice slightly quivered. 
	“Aw, poor baby.” The Octopus said, it’s lifeless eyes staring right at Chopper. It lifted up it’s other tentacles, each one having a spoon in hand. “You are going to regret that.” 
	Each spoon was filled with chilly green gunk, which was forced against Chopper’s face. Some of it, unavoidably, went down his mouth, but most of it was mushed against his face, fur, and outfit. The smell was unbearable, the taste was worse. It was too salty, too bitter, felt like slime going down, and as more and more was stuffed into his stomach, it felt heavier and heavier. 
	“Daw, out of baby food.” The octopus said, his spoons coming out of the jar free of green slime. 
	Chopper took a deep breath. It was terrible, but finally over. 
	“Well, maybe we can move on to playtime…” The octopus said. “If you tell the viewers what a big baby you are.” 
	The reindeer’s stomach twisted when he remembered this was all being streamed. “N-no way! I don’t even want to do playtime, whatever that means!” Chopper had had enough. He wouldn’t play this ridiculous game anymore, and he wouldn’t humiliate himself in front of everyone ever again! 
	The octopus was silent for a long time. A minute, two minutes, five minutes. Chopper wondered if it was broken, only for it to move out of his vision. Chopper felt anxious about it. What was he doing? Was he getting something else, or would Chopper be grabbed from behind? Would he be stuck in this high chair forever? 
	Just before Chopper was going to ask where the creature was, it came back, and what it had in it’s tentacles made Chopper feel shocked. 
	In each tentacle, the octopus was holding several jars of baby food. Mashed Carrots, Onions and Beats, Celery and Brussel Sprouts, so many different flavors. 
	“Alright baby, you must want feeding time to go on even longer!” The Octopus slid the lids off of several jars, and filled spoons each with a generous glob. Nearly half a dozen spoons were now being pressed against his mouth. 
	The dreadful mush pooled into his cheeks, was forced down his throat, and was covering him head to toe. The spoons moved so quick that sometimes they were flung at his face, getting him in the forehead and cheeks. The flavors were salty, overly sweet, bitter, tasting like the worst things imaginable, only for the next spoonful to be worse. 
	“Please, stop, I’m full-glk!” 
	The octopus ignored Chopper’s cries, despite how full his belly felt. Chopper was prone to bellyaches from eating too much cotton candy or chocolate, but that same feeling with baby food was a billion times worse. The feeding continued, filling Chopper until his belly was rounder, bigger, and softer than it ever had been before. His new baby belly pressed against the tray keeping him in place, along with the stains of baby food all over him, he was like a fat slob.
“There we are. Now, I still have over a hundred cans of baby food to keep you as stuffed as you like, so would you like to be fed again, or did you have something to say to the viewers?” 
Chopper realized he was crying. He tried to be strong, he tried to be tough, he tried to act like a real pirate. It didn’t work. 
“I…I’m a…I’m a big baby…” He muttered. 
The octopus put a tentacle up to the side of his head. “Come no, baby, you must still be very hungry if you can’t speak up. I think you need some more mashed up num nums!” 
Chopper winced. “I’m a big fat baby! I need my diapers! I need to be fed and taken care of!” He realized tears were rolling down his face. He bawled loudly, like he was a baby. 
The octopus clapped it’s tentacles, making a soft patting sound. “Good work! You did a great job.” 
“I did what you said…” Chopper said, his stomach feeling ready to pop.. “Please…make it stop…” 
“Don’t worry little one. Mr. Octopus wouldn’t go back on his word.” He flipped up the feeding tray, letting Chopper properly exhale, and really noticed how big his belly had gotten. With incredible strength, the robotic animal lifted Chopper up, squeezing his belly tight. 
	“Wait…I’m gonna…” Before Chopper could stop anything, he felt something come up. A loud burp, and the dreadful taste of every mushed up vegetable came up, but relieving some of his stomach pains. 
	The Octopus gently tapped Chopper on his blue little nose. “How cute. Don’t worry baby, I’ll help you clean up.” 

	Mr. Octopus smiled down at Chopper as the small reindeer struggled in the bath. The no tears baby wash didn’t seem to be working, as the boy’s eyes were red from the sudsy water being poured over his head. The octopus was easily able to scrub him all over, making sure his messy fur was clean and soft. 
	The boy complained, but seemed happy to get the baby food out of his fur. Mr. Octopus made sure the boy said “Thank you” afterwards, which Chopper reluctantly did. With his belly full of mushy food, he seemed out of resistance, for the time being. 
	Putting on his outfit was harder. Mr. Octopus had to hold all of his limbs down to slide on the diaper, onesie, mitts, and bootsies. The baby powder made the little one cough and glare, but he would learn to love it in time. 
	With his cute outfit on, Mr. Octopus couldn’t help but give Chopper a nice tight hug, feeling him wiggle as fight for breath and his eyes got all watery. It was just so cute. The way he made little grunts just made Mr. Octopus’s heart flutter. He was so happy to finally have a cute little boy of his own. 

	Chopper savored each breath, now that the robot was done squeezing him. He was allowed to sit on the floor, free for the first time since he had been kidnapped, however free that really was. 
	He was inside a large playpen, with a large fence blocking off his way out. The only other thing in here with him was a large teddy bear, some large blocks with letters and numbers on them, and a large number of brightly colored bricks that could fit into each other. A few feet away from the playpen was a tv playing some weird cartoon. 
	“Alright, baby! It’s playtime!” The octopus said as he moved the camera to point at the playpen. “Start having fun! Go ahead! We wouldn’t want to have to punish you again, do I?” 
	Chopper rubbed his tummy, which was still so sore from the pounds of slop he was forced to eat. “Okay, okay…I will…” He sighed, before picking up the blocks. He meekly stacked them up, only to knock them down. He shoved around the stuffed animal, before giving it a hard punch. He stuck all the bricks together, only to find the tight mitts made pulling them apart impossible. 
	He sighed. He thought playing with these would at least kill some time, but in the end he was only bored. He shimeyed up to the television, hoping it would make this go easier. It was some cartoon about a big bear just dancing around. 
	“Mr. Teddy’s having fun, having fun, having fun, Mr. Teddy’s having fun, you should too!” He swung his large belly back and forth, with a big dumb smile on his face.
	Chopper looked over at the stuffed bear, and realized the toy was based on the cartoon bear. It was big, soft, cartoony, and had a weird yellow spiral on its belly, almost certainly a brand. 
	“Being smarts just not for babies, not for babies, not for babies! Being smart is not for babies, you should be dumb!” 
	The music was just what you would expect for a baby show. Simple, repetitive, and annoying. The bear just repeated the same verse over and over again, just changing the lyrics. He shifted his belly and hips from side to side, the simplest dance anyone can do. His belly seemed to shimmer as he moved, clearly to distract little kids. 
	“Ugh, how long do I have to do this?” Chopper whined. 
	“Until you feel happy and stupid too!” Mr. Octopus said. He was bouncing back and forth to the music, his tentacles moving around like arms, going back and forth. 
	Chopper only rolled his eyes, watching the screen again. 
	“Little ones get real big hugs, real big hugs, real big hugs. Little ones get real big hugs, and squeezed with love!” 
	Chopper realized he was humming along with the music, needing to shake his head to stop. The song was a bit of an earworm, plus the animation seemed so…smooth. The way the spiral seemed to shift and pulse on his belly, which made staring at it really easy. 
	“Babies love getting fed, getting fed, getting fed, babies love getting fed, big round bellies!” 
	“Big…round…bellies…” Chopper mumbled, the smile on his face growing. The spiral was really pretty, now that he was staring at it. Every little bit the sparkling would get really bright, and Chopper thought he could make out words being flashed on the screen, but he couldn’t make it out. He could only giggle at how fun the dancing and singing was. His body felt so heavy, and he couldn’t help but lean his head over a bit. He wanted to sleep so badly, to just let the spiral take over his mind, and let it make him relaxed forever. 
	“What a good baby.” The bear said, his dancing still keeping Chopper focused. “Paying close attention to my pretty belly.” He gave the belly a slap, making it jiggle in such a mind bending way. 
	Chopper smiled, wishing he could give the fun bear a tight hug. He reached out towards the TV, wishing he could just get wrapped up by the big friendly bear. 
	“Ayuk, don’t worry baby, you’ll be able to play with me as much as you like.” The bear lifted up his hand. “I’m going to snap my fingers, and you’re going to play with your toys. You’re going to have so much fun, you’ll never want to stop. Do you understand?” 
	Chopper smiled, his eyes now bright yellow spirals. “Yes Mr. Bear…” 
	There was a snap. Chopper felt his body stiffen, a smile grow on his face, and he marched towards his toys. He dived headfirst into the teddy bear, snuggling and cuddling with it. 
	“I love you Mr. Bear!” He said. 
	“I love you too, Chopper!” Chopper said again, in a lower, gruffer voice. He giggled at how silly he was being, but it was so fun. He moved the bear’s limp arms around his beg, snuggling and cuddling with the toy. There was a deep warmth inside of him, something so pleasant and happy that he couldn’t contain it. 
	He gave Mr. Bear as many kisses as he could, sat on the bear with his big round diapy, picked him up and dived down with him. He yelled and screamed and laughed for reasons he didn’t understand. He felt so full of energy, he just wanted to play. 
	As he played, he realized there were these really cool blocks with strange symbols on them. He had no idea what they were for…but he figured it out. He stacked each one of them really high up, making little towers for himself. They wobbled a bit, and sometimes a few fell over, but eventually he stacked them really really really high, nearly four blocks tall! 
	He stood proudly at them, then screamed out loud… “I’m Tony Tony Chopper, leader of the diaper diaper pirates! This is my ship!” He looked to Mr. Bear. “Did you want to be first mate?” 
	“Yes Sir, Captain Chopper, sir!” Chopper said back, lifting up the bear’s arm in a salute. 
	Chopper kept this up for as long as he could. He made up adventures with Mr. Bear, recruiting a crew, fighting other pirates, avoiding evil things like “bedtime” and “vegetables”, and having the best time of his life. 
	Chopper yawned, the bright spirals in his eyes nearly fading. He crawled on top of Mr. Bear, his loyal first mate of the diaper diaper pirates, and slowly his eyes started to flutter. 
	“No…I dun wanna nap…” Chopper said. 
	“Don’t worry Captain, we can play like this every day…” Mr. Bear said. 
	“Ah…okay…if you promise.” Chopper stuck his thumb into his mouth, and went to sleep. 

	Mr. Octopus moved Chopper from his playpen. The robotic sephilapod was so careful and slow, making sure he didn’t wake the little tyke. He wrapped him up in little blankets, just tight enough that it felt like a big hug, and slowly put him in the cradle. He put the large headphones over the baby's head, and played the subliminal track. 
	The hypnosis from the TV was not permanent, hypnosis that severe rarely was. Thankfully, the subliminal messages being played to the little one’s brain would, once they take effect, remain forever. Soon he would feel unsafe out of diapers, feel a constant need for tight hugs and control, and love his caregivers for doing everything for him. Maybe his pride would stop him from admitting it, but those feelings should already be bubbling up from his subconscious. 
	The Octopus wasted no time, cleaning up the playpen. The blocks and stuffed bear were thrown around, but it was healthy for babies to play like that. He grabbed up everything that needed washing, and put it in a small basket. 
	He had to think of the things to pick up while out disinfecting the toys and food bottles. Maybe Chopper would like spinach and carrot flavored food better? Maybe he would want to play with a full pirate themed playset? Maybe he should be made to watch more intense hypnosis to make him an even dumber, smaller baby? 
	Well, those were thoughts for later. For now, Mr. Octopus headed out of the daycare, all those dirty objects and toys in hand, and headed out to get them clean. 

	Tony Tony Chopper felt so good. He felt like his head was filled with cotton candy, so light and delicious. He felt the soft clouds wrapped around his hips, the warm hug wrapped around his body, and these soft pillows wrapped around his ears. He was a warm, snug burrito, so sleepy from his day playing, he was sleeping deeper then he ever had before. 
	“BBBBZZZTTT!” 
	“Ah!” Chopper jerked up. A loud, sudden sound from his headphones snapped him awake. He needed a moment to remember where he was. The reindeer attempted to unwrap himself from his blankets, but found he wasn’t just tangled up in them. “Who did this?” 
	As he pushed himself up, seeing the crib he was sitting in, feeling the diaper around his waist, and remembering his last several hours in here, dread and humiliation filled him. 
	“What? Why did I?” He remembered playing with the toys just minutes ago. He remembered feeling so happy being the leader of the “diaper diaper pirates”, he remembered falling in love with some stuffed toy bear. Then he remembered the spiral. How he had gotten caught staring into it, how he felt his mind slow down, how pretty it looked…
	He shook his head, he couldn’t lose track of himself now. “They hypnotized me,and made me act like a…like a…” He remembered the Octopus, giggling and recording all of it with that damn camera of his. He had acted like a big, stupid baby, and thousands and thousands have seen it. 
	“No no no…” He wiggled inside of his tightly wrapped blanket, his face blushing an intense red. He sighed. “I can’t get distracted…I need to get out of here!” He pushes against the blankets as hard as he can, struggling and turning until finally getting an arm free. 
	He pushed himself up and out of the crib, shimmying down the bars. The nursery seemed too big without a huge robotic octopus lumbering around. The doors seemed to high up, there were no windows, nor any actual ways to get out. He felt so tiny, but the thick diaper around his hips didn’t help. 
	Now that he was walking around, he noticed how hobbled his walking was. The padding around him was so thick that he had to waddle. Each step made a crinkle so loud that he was certain the octopus would slither over and grab him. He had to ignore that feeling, and go find a way to escape. 
	Looking around, he finally got an idea. The camera was running, pointing at his crib. The stream had already seen him escape, but maybe they could help him more. He knocked over the tripod, then loomed over it. 
	“Please help! My name is Tony Tony Chopper! I’m a member of the straw hat pirates and I need help! I miss my friends and I…I…” He realized he was crying. “I really miss them! Please, let them know I’m here!” He doubled over, tears rolling down his face. He wiped them away, knowing that he couldn’t cry yet. 
	He pulled the highchair up to the laptop, where the stream was being played. If he could only see a message, a sign that he would be saved, that would be enough for Chopper. 
	Climbing up the high chair by himself was hard, but it would be worth it. He carefully balanced on the tray and looked at the screen. All at once, his heart deflated. 
“Look at the cute little baby!” 
“Daw, he’s crying!” 
“I hope he gets spanked for this >:)” 
“I would give him hugs all day <3” 
“Does anyone know how to tell Mr. Octopus?” 
“Damn, he’s got a nice padded rump on him…” 
Not a single comment offered support. He watched as they scrolled by, mocking him for crying, for wearing a diaper, being so easily hypnotized, and being a big fat stupid baby. Even the comments calling him cute were like punches in the gut. Would he ever be seen as a big scary pirate ever again? 
His thoughts were cut short by something long, warm, and soft wrapping around him. All the air was squeezed out of him, and it was already too late to escape. 
“My oh my, what a stupid little one.” Mr. Octopus said in his friendly, chery tone. “I think I’ve been much too soft on you, baby.” 

Mr. Octopus brought the paddle down hard. Little Chopper cried out in pain, but the robot did not slow down. 
“Noooo, please, I’m sorry I’m sorry!” The baby cried out. 
“Shhh little one, don’t make this harder for yourself.” The baby had tried to escape, had damaged the camera, and had said such terrible lies to the viewers. Chopper wasn’t a “Pirate”, he didn’t have any other friends, and he would never escape. 
The hard wooden paddle made such hard sounds against the little one’s diapered tush. While the diaper softened the blow slightly, Mr. Octopus made sure the swings were painful enough to get the message across. Each time Chopper wince in pain, each time he cried out, each time a tear rolled down his face, he became a more obedient, better baby. 
Mr. Octopus hoped that Chopper would be a good, obedient boy, that the subliminal messages would help him get into a baby’s mindset quickly, and that he wouldn’t need to be punished. Yet it seemed the baby was too smart for his own good, and needed more intense subliminals if he wanted to stay good. 
“Please stop! I’ll be good!” The little one cried. He tried so desperately to break from Mr. Octopus’s grasp, but it was no use. He was so weak, so tired, so small. Eventually, his pathetic struggles gave in, and the octopus could give him as many tight squeezes as he liked. Chopper was a sobbing mess, squeaking in pain with every spank. Yet he did not complain, he did not swear, and he said nothing of trying to escape. 
Mr. Octopus put the paddle down, propping it against the wall where Chopper could see it. He moved Chopper in close, nuzzling his oblong head against the little boy. “Poor little baby, you didn’t mean to hurt my feelings, did you?” 
Between the tight hug, the heavy crying, and the hurt bottom, Chopper made the cutest sounds. With each breath he took, Mr. Octopus felt his chest rise against the tight tentacles, 
“N-nuh…no…” Chopper said. 
“You love it when Mr. Octopus hugs you, right baby?” 
“Yes! I…ngh…I love how tight you hug me…” 
Mr. Octopus squeezed Chopper tighter, making his tongue hang out of his cute little mouth. “Why didn’t you say so…I can hug you much tighter than that.” 
“Th…than…” Chopper tried to say. “Ank…you…” 
Mr. Octopus felt so proud about his work. Chopper would make a wonderful baby yet. 

Chopper bounced up and down in his playpen. When he saw the large door open and the tentacled creature walk in, he smiled.  “Mr. Octopus, Mr. Octopus!” 
The Octopus put down all of the clean toys, diapers, and baby food, before picking Chopper up from the crib. “How is my little baby?” 
Chopper wiggled from excitement. “Hug! Hug! Hug!” He opened and closed his hands at Mr. Octopus. 
The long, warm, soft tentacles wrapped around Chopper. “Alright little one, I’m sorry for taking so long.” The tentacles squeezed Chopper, binding his arms and legs together, leaving Chopper with only his head freed. 
Chopper felt his little heart flutter. He felt so safe, so loved, held by Mr. Octopus. He didn’t have to worry about standing, about where he was going, or about anything at all. Mr. Octopus was in control, and giving up control felt good. 
“Mmm…You’ve made such good progress over these last few months. Do you remember when you tried to resist me?” 
“Ngh…” Chopper couldn’t speak, so shook his head no instead. 
“Good baby. Do you remember when you said I was ‘brainwashing’ you?” 
Chopper shook his head no again. He didn’t even know what brainwashing was, even though the word felt so familiar. 
“Good baby. Do you remember the ‘Straw Hat Pirates?’” 
Chopper shook his head one last time. Pirates were scary, at least rael pirates. Playing pirates was really fun, but the idea of really going on a ship was too much for CHopper’s baby brain. 
“Perfect. Mr. Octopus is so proud of you.” 
Chopper sighed in pleasure. He could almost sleep here, wrapped in his caretaker’s love. He couldn’t wait until feeding time, play time, hypnosis time, then nap time. He loved his life so much as a little diaper baby, crinkling and acting goofy. Having no responsibilities or freedom. Letting Mr. Octopus choose everything for him. Feeling his soft brain get weaker and weaker every day. 
Chopper was a good baby, and he would be a good baby the rest of his life.