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I did have fun doing it though. There is going to be more stuff involving these two. I just find them to be a cute pairing. Also kinda of disappointed by the lack of Great Nature stuff on the site.\n\nLike seriously, a game where an entire clan is all animals?! Some anthros, some not, some inbetween! It's perfect for the furry community. IRL, I own a deck for Isabelle and a deck for Chatnoir. Both are and were a lot of fun to play. \n\nRegardless, thanks for reading and I appreciate your time. As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I'll admit this probably isn't my best work. I did have fun doing it though. There is going to be more stuff involving these two. I just find them to be a cute pairing. Also kinda of disappointed by the lack of Great Nature stuff on the site.

Like seriously, a game where an entire clan is all animals?! Some anthros, some not, some inbetween! It's perfect for the furry community. IRL, I own a deck for Isabelle and a deck for Chatnoir. Both are and were a lot of fun to play.

Regardless, thanks for reading and I appreciate your time. As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged. ", "writing": "\t``You wished to speak with me?'' Chatnoir, a small cat, asks. Currently, a teacher's aide at Great Nature, a great learning institute on their planet Cray, had been summoned by a higher up. Isabelle, known as the `Holy Great Sage of Black Shadows', barely looks up from the papers she's grading. She glances at Chatnoir, cracking a small smile.\n\n\t``Ah yes, do come in Chatnoir.'' Isabelle, a pink fox with five tails in a regal robe, instructs. Black tendrils from Isabelle's hind paws drag a chair to her desk. The cat hops in the chair, tiddling her claws. Chatnoir had only been a teacher's aide at Great Nature for only twenty-years, what could someone like Isabelle want with her? \n\n\t``Nervous?'' Isabelle asks. Chatnoir opens her mouth, tampering to form sentences. To save face, she simply nods. Isabelle chuckles, ``Don't be. Understand that I summoned you because I need a favor.''\n\n\t``Fa-fa-favor?!'' Chatnoir gasps. If this was true, the cat might go from a teacher's aide to an actual professor because of this. Hell, she'll even settle for the title of `Honorary Professor'. Isabelle nods, Chatnoir's eyes widen. Coughing into a paw, Isabelle stands up and turns her back to Chatnoir.\n\n``Yes, a favor. Due to a staffing issue, I'm teaching a class and I will require your...assistance. As compensation for your assistance, I'll, personally, pay you triple your yearly salary,'' Isabelle offers. \n\nThere was a moment of silence between them. Anyone would happily accept such an offer. With the money, she could afford to stay on the university's grounds for quite some time. As well as the cavalcade of books and knowledge she'd have at her disposal. Best of all, if she performs well enough, there might be a letter of recommendation awaiting her. \n\nSay farewell Teacher's Aide: Chatnoir! Hello, Professor Chatnoir. Chatnoir marvels at the thought. `Professor Chatnoir', she loved the idea. Purring at the thought, Isabelle nods. Without words, she knew Chatnoir would accept. Although Isabelle scratches a side of her head. \n\nAfter all, Chatnoir didn't know why the offer was so high.\n\nSighing, she plops an odd-looking bag onto her desk. There were a few things sticking out, things Chatnoir hadn't seen in years. A baby bottle in one holster and a canister of powder in another holster. This was a diaper bag? The sight of this made her blink.\n\n``It's a parenthood class. We're gonna be recording in a mock nursery setting for future reference. We'll be running through the basics of infant care: changings, feedings, and what crying can mean. If you feel uncomfortable, I can always find someone else to fill in the position,'' Isabelle explains. Chatnoir, reasonably so, held her head down in embarrassment. Perhaps it would've been better to ask what the course was about.\n\nRegardless of her dignity, she had to accept this. The benefits outweighed the price of humiliation. Besides, the recording will be updated once new childcare methods are discovered. So, the recording might last for about a year or so, hopefully. \n\n``N-no! I still want to do it,'' Chatnoir responds, blushing. The worst part of this is the thought of her superior seeing her nether region felt dirty. She shakes the thought out of her head. This humiliating task will serve as a steppingstone for her career.\n\n``Good, now I'll meet you in room N-37 in one hour, don't be late,'' Isabelle instructs.\n\nxxx\n\n\tForty-five minutes later, Chatnoir arrives at room N-37. Though Isabelle said an hour, showing up early never hurt. Peaking, she shudders at the sight of Isabelle's breasts. Even at the age of 300, her breasts are still as perky and voluptuous as if she were still 145. Many would dream of getting so close to breasts that beautiful.\n\n\tWe'll be running through the basics of infant care: changings, feedings...\n\n\tIf they were to include feedings, it would have to involve breastfeeding. Without realizing it, she licks her lips. Just the thought of snacking on those nips, even if they weren't lactating was arousing to some. The feline, Chatnoir, was one of them. Had Isabelle not met eyes with her, she might've pleasured herself.\n\n\tSomething Isabelle wasn't interested in seeing, ``You're here...early.''\n\n\tChatnoir blushes, bowing to her superior, ``For-forgive me, O' Holy Great Sage, I just thought that it'd be-''\n\n\tIsabelle, putting on a top designed for ease of breastfeeding, laughs at her assistant. Sheepishly laughing herself, Chatnoir slowly enters the room. Isabelle pats the changing table next to her, head nudging towards a few floating orbs.\n\n\t``This recording will be purely visual, nothing we say will be recorded. A few students interested in video editing will handle the rest,'' Isabelle explains. The floating orbs scurry to the four quarters of the changing table. Chatnoir blinks at their location. Far enough for none to see the fox safe for her arms, but close enough for the cat to be full display.\n\n\t``Isn't the positioning just a tad bit off?'' Chatnoir asks.\n\n\t``Nope, I believe this to be fine. Now hurry along before I find someone else to record with,'' she responds. The mere thought of not getting paid makes Chatnoir leaps onto the changing table. Laying with her stomach exposed, Isabelle brings a strap around her assistant's stomach.\n\n\tA red tint from the orbs informs them they're recording. Isabelle flaunts a light pink pamper to the orbs with one paw, lifting Chatnoir's legs with the other. Sliding it underneath, she unfolds the diaper flaps and gently slides it underneath the cat's rear.\n\n\t``So...why me?'' Chatnoir asks. Isabelle, keeping a smile for the cameras, takes a few wipes to the cat's rear. \n\n\t``Size difference. Comparably, I could adopt a kitten your size and claim her my daughter,'' Isabelle responds. Chatnoir's ears perk up at those words. Would she actually adopt the cat and make her do this fulltime? The thought was...arousing? Face redden, she fights the desire to purr from Isabelle's wiping.\n\n\tHer paws were rubbing the feline's clit. Looking into her superior's eyes said more than words could. Chatnoir bit her lip, continuing her effort to ignore the stimuli. She wiggles and moves from the fox's paws. Isabelle's smile wavers at this, moving her paw away. \n\n\tDiscarding the wipe, she sprinkles powder over Chatnoir's rear. Chatnoir tilts her head. Other than sprinkling a bit more powder around her crotch, her superior made no attempts to arouse her. Unceremoniously, the diaper is taped around her waist followed by a few crouch pats. The red tint from the orbs dim, indicating this part of the recording done.\n\n\tSitting up, Chatnoir stretches her legs a bit. The padding wasn't thick but, definitely not thin. If she walks, she'll have a cute waddle as any good kitten should. Blushing, she forces that thought out of her head.\n\n\t``Breast or bottle?'' \n\n\t``Huh?!'' Chatnoir's head and ears perk up.\n\n\t``Next section is feeding. Which do you prefer to be done?'' Isabelle asks. If triple her yearly salary wasn't her reward, she'd dash right through that door. The thought of her superior breastfeeding her was a humiliating one. Arousing too but humiliating all the same. Even so, for the good of her future students and her wallet, restraint must be shown.\n\n\t``Bottle.'' Chatnoir answers. \n\n\tIsabelle nods. After retrieving a bottle from under the changing table, she sits in a rocking chair. The orbs surround them, the red tint returns. Now humming softly, she eases the bottle into Chatnoir's lips. \n\n\tShe initially makes a face. It was awkward to nurse on a bottle for obvious reasons. Fortunately for her, nursing became easier. Between Isabelle's rocking, her petting, and constant cooing, it became easier for the cat to lull back to when she was a kitten. She certainly felt like one. \n\nThe content in the bottle was sweet and creamy. She'd have to give compliments to whoever's milk this was. The kitchen staff certainly - Chatnoir nearly chokes on her bottle. Isabelle chuckles as if saying `Your kind thoughts are appreciated'. Wait - her superior was lactating? Was she pregnant? If so, she had an odd way of announcing it.\n\nSomewhere along the line, Chatnoir's eyelids became heavy and she slowly fell asleep.\n\n\tAn hour or so later, she wakes up in a crib. In one paw she had a freshly finished bottle, the other held a Leopald plushie. Towering over her is Isabelle, smugly smiling at her kitten.\n\n\t``Such a cute idiot.''\n\n\t``Huh?''\n\n\t``You. You are a cute idiot,'' Isabelle snaps her digits. Two of the orbs emits lights, acting as a screen, displaying Chatnoir's diaper change. Showing off Chatnoir's heated face in particular. ``Look at you, almost getting off to a diaper change. What kind of freak are you?''\n\n\t``Well...you,''\n\n\t``Ah ah ah! Don't even bother lying to me. I could see it written across your face. Thinking `I'll get to suck on my superior's breasts' and `it so much fun to wear diapers.' Can't believe I wasted my time on you!''\n\n\t``Wait - I can explain!'' Chatnoir cried. A pacifier is swiftly popped into her muzzle, effectively silencing her. Isabelle's smile fades replaced only with seething disdain for her assistant.\n\n\t``Kittens speak when the adults are done talking. Did you honestly think that I was going to pay you? Earlier was a test! I wanted to test your integrity and work ethics. Over money, you're willing to humiliate yourself! If money is all you care about, you aren't fit to be an educator!'' Isabelle scowls. Chatnoir, teary-eyed, hugs her plushie tightly. She pulls out her pacifier, resisting the urge to cry.\n\n\t``Please give me another chance. I-'' Again, Isabelle interrupts Chatnoir's pleas.\n\n\t``Save it. Effective immediate you are relieved of your teaching duties here at Great Nature. Though don't worry, you aren't gonna be homeless. You'll be given a purpose as a test baby,'' Isabelle announces as shadows converge around them. Chatnoir pushes her pacifier back in, hugging her plushie and sucking her paci for comfort. \n\n\t``Pwease dow't do twis,'' the cat whines. Isabelle shakes her head. Chatnoir was an embarrassment to Great Nature. After this, her time at the university would be expunged from their records. Even so, Chatnoir's needs will be taken care of. She'll be fed, changed, and babied every day.\n\n\tJust as the cat wants.\n\n\tThe darkness that converged around them condenses into Isabelle's paws. Turned pitch black, the room darkens. Chatnoir cowers beneath the crib's blankets. \n\n``Don't fret little kitten, this won't hurt a bit. You won't even remember this conversation. You'll just be a happy kitten, a perfect practice baby for our students,'' Isabelle whispers. \n\nDue to Chatnoir's greed, she's about to lose everything and more. She'll lose her job. She'll lose the respect of students and faculty. Worst of all, she'll lose every bit of her personality. When Isabelle's done, there will be nothing left.\n\nThe weight and reality of this left Chatnoir a sobbing mess. When her cries reached the fox's eyes, the shadows she'd gathered disappear immediately. The room brightens and the orbs resume recording.\n\nCarefully, Isabelle removes the covers to see her assistant bawling her eyes out. Inwardly, the fox wanted to kick herself. She hadn't intended to scare Chatnoir that harshly. Get her to cry, sure. Not like that though.\n\nI'll have to tone down next time, she thought. Naturally, Chatnoir evades and squirms away from Isabelle. Although in a crib with bars too thin for her slide through, she wasn't sure on how she'd escape. Just as long as she got away from this scary fox.\n\nIt took some effort, twenty-minutes to be exact before Isabelle had Chatnoir in her paws. Bouncing slightly, she rests Chatnoir's head against her chest. The cat was still crying, though Isabelle's steady heartbeat softens her sobs.\n\n``Don't worry. You're not fired, and I won't make you a practice baby.'' \n\n``Weally?'' Chatnoir asks.\n\n``Really. Remember I needed you to cry and figured this would be the best way of going about it,'' Isabelle responds. Chatnoir's sobs slowly end, though she does sniffle for a short bit. In this moment of calmness, a foul odor hits both their noses. \n\nDuring Isabelle's intense moment, Chatnoir had messed and pissed herself. The cat's face burned with blush once more. She wasn't sure how many times she'd embarrassed herself in these recording.\n\nIsabelle walks to the changing table, buckling Chatnoir back in. Slapping her own forehead, she scurries over to retrieve the Leopald plushie. As Isabelle changes Chatnoir's diaper, the cat, childishly, plays with her toy. When it was finished, the orbs deactivated. Along with it, Isabelle plucks out Chatnoir's pacifier.\n\n``I appreciate your services. You can expect your payment on payday.'' \n\n``I appreciate the opportunity to work with you on this...strange task.'' Chatnoir unbuckles herself and leaps onto the floor. Waddling to the door, neither addresses the eleph - the diaper she's wearing.\n\n``If you wish, we can make this a thing we do on occasion. Trust me, once you're teaching for as long as I have, you'll need stress relief,'' Isabelle proposes. Chatnoir shifts her gaze between her plushie and diaper. Ignoring Isabelle's pretend threat, it was a fun experience. \n\nBesides, Chatnoir's eyes lock on Isabelle's chest, ``We can discuss that at a later time. However, I do believe we're short a feeding method.''\n\n``Ha-ha seems we have,'' Isabelle gets on one knee with her paws extended. ``Now come to mama, kitten.''", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t``You wished to speak with me?'' Chatnoir, a small cat, asks. Currently, a teacher's aide at Great Nature, a great learning institute on their planet Cray, had been summoned by a higher up. Isabelle, known as the `Holy Great Sage of Black Shadows', barely looks up from the papers she's grading. She glances at Chatnoir, cracking a small smile.

\t``Ah yes, do come in Chatnoir.'' Isabelle, a pink fox with five tails in a regal robe, instructs. Black tendrils from Isabelle's hind paws drag a chair to her desk. The cat hops in the chair, tiddling her claws. Chatnoir had only been a teacher's aide at Great Nature for only twenty-years, what could someone like Isabelle want with her?

\t``Nervous?'' Isabelle asks. Chatnoir opens her mouth, tampering to form sentences. To save face, she simply nods. Isabelle chuckles, ``Don't be. Understand that I summoned you because I need a favor.''

\t``Fa-fa-favor?!'' Chatnoir gasps. If this was true, the cat might go from a teacher's aide to an actual professor because of this. Hell, she'll even settle for the title of `Honorary Professor'. Isabelle nods, Chatnoir's eyes widen. Coughing into a paw, Isabelle stands up and turns her back to Chatnoir.

``Yes, a favor. Due to a staffing issue, I'm teaching a class and I will require your...assistance. As compensation for your assistance, I'll, personally, pay you triple your yearly salary,'' Isabelle offers.

There was a moment of silence between them. Anyone would happily accept such an offer. With the money, she could afford to stay on the university's grounds for quite some time. As well as the cavalcade of books and knowledge she'd have at her disposal. Best of all, if she performs well enough, there might be a letter of recommendation awaiting her.

Say farewell Teacher's Aide: Chatnoir! Hello, Professor Chatnoir. Chatnoir marvels at the thought. `Professor Chatnoir', she loved the idea. Purring at the thought, Isabelle nods. Without words, she knew Chatnoir would accept. Although Isabelle scratches a side of her head.

After all, Chatnoir didn't know why the offer was so high.

Sighing, she plops an odd-looking bag onto her desk. There were a few things sticking out, things Chatnoir hadn't seen in years. A baby bottle in one holster and a canister of powder in another holster. This was a diaper bag? The sight of this made her blink.

``It's a parenthood class. We're gonna be recording in a mock nursery setting for future reference. We'll be running through the basics of infant care: changings, feedings, and what crying can mean. If you feel uncomfortable, I can always find someone else to fill in the position,'' Isabelle explains. Chatnoir, reasonably so, held her head down in embarrassment. Perhaps it would've been better to ask what the course was about.

Regardless of her dignity, she had to accept this. The benefits outweighed the price of humiliation. Besides, the recording will be updated once new childcare methods are discovered. So, the recording might last for about a year or so, hopefully.

``N-no! I still want to do it,'' Chatnoir responds, blushing. The worst part of this is the thought of her superior seeing her nether region felt dirty. She shakes the thought out of her head. This humiliating task will serve as a steppingstone for her career.

``Good, now I'll meet you in room N-37 in one hour, don't be late,'' Isabelle instructs.

xxx

\tForty-five minutes later, Chatnoir arrives at room N-37. Though Isabelle said an hour, showing up early never hurt. Peaking, she shudders at the sight of Isabelle's breasts. Even at the age of 300, her breasts are still as perky and voluptuous as if she were still 145. Many would dream of getting so close to breasts that beautiful.

\tWe'll be running through the basics of infant care: changings, feedings...

\tIf they were to include feedings, it would have to involve breastfeeding. Without realizing it, she licks her lips. Just the thought of snacking on those nips, even if they weren't lactating was arousing to some. The feline, Chatnoir, was one of them. Had Isabelle not met eyes with her, she might've pleasured herself.

\tSomething Isabelle wasn't interested in seeing, ``You're here...early.''

\tChatnoir blushes, bowing to her superior, ``For-forgive me, O' Holy Great Sage, I just thought that it'd be-''

\tIsabelle, putting on a top designed for ease of breastfeeding, laughs at her assistant. Sheepishly laughing herself, Chatnoir slowly enters the room. Isabelle pats the changing table next to her, head nudging towards a few floating orbs.

\t``This recording will be purely visual, nothing we say will be recorded. A few students interested in video editing will handle the rest,'' Isabelle explains. The floating orbs scurry to the four quarters of the changing table. Chatnoir blinks at their location. Far enough for none to see the fox safe for her arms, but close enough for the cat to be full display.

\t``Isn't the positioning just a tad bit off?'' Chatnoir asks.

\t``Nope, I believe this to be fine. Now hurry along before I find someone else to record with,'' she responds. The mere thought of not getting paid makes Chatnoir leaps onto the changing table. Laying with her stomach exposed, Isabelle brings a strap around her assistant's stomach.

\tA red tint from the orbs informs them they're recording. Isabelle flaunts a light pink pamper to the orbs with one paw, lifting Chatnoir's legs with the other. Sliding it underneath, she unfolds the diaper flaps and gently slides it underneath the cat's rear.

\t``So...why me?'' Chatnoir asks. Isabelle, keeping a smile for the cameras, takes a few wipes to the cat's rear.

\t``Size difference. Comparably, I could adopt a kitten your size and claim her my daughter,'' Isabelle responds. Chatnoir's ears perk up at those words. Would she actually adopt the cat and make her do this fulltime? The thought was...arousing? Face redden, she fights the desire to purr from Isabelle's wiping.

\tHer paws were rubbing the feline's clit. Looking into her superior's eyes said more than words could. Chatnoir bit her lip, continuing her effort to ignore the stimuli. She wiggles and moves from the fox's paws.  Isabelle's smile wavers at this, moving her paw away.

\tDiscarding the wipe, she sprinkles powder over Chatnoir's rear. Chatnoir tilts her head. Other than sprinkling a bit more powder around her crotch, her superior made no attempts to arouse her. Unceremoniously, the diaper is taped around her waist followed by a few crouch pats. The red tint from the orbs dim, indicating this part of the recording done.

\tSitting up, Chatnoir stretches her legs a bit. The padding wasn't thick but, definitely not thin. If she walks, she'll have a cute waddle as any good kitten should. Blushing, she forces that thought out of her head.

\t``Breast or bottle?''

\t``Huh?!'' Chatnoir's head and ears perk up.

\t``Next section is feeding. Which do you prefer to be done?'' Isabelle asks. If triple her yearly salary wasn't her reward, she'd dash right through that door.  The thought of her superior breastfeeding her was a humiliating one. Arousing too but humiliating all the same. Even so, for the good of her future students and her wallet, restraint must be shown.

\t``Bottle.'' Chatnoir answers.

\tIsabelle nods. After retrieving a bottle from under the changing table, she sits in a rocking chair. The orbs surround them, the red tint returns. Now humming softly, she eases the bottle into Chatnoir's lips.

\tShe initially makes a face. It was awkward to nurse on a bottle for obvious reasons. Fortunately for her, nursing became easier. Between Isabelle's rocking, her petting, and constant cooing, it became easier for the cat to lull back to when she was a kitten. She certainly felt like one.

The content in the bottle was sweet and creamy. She'd have to give compliments to whoever's milk this was. The kitchen staff certainly - Chatnoir nearly chokes on her bottle. Isabelle chuckles as if saying `Your kind thoughts are appreciated'. Wait - her superior was lactating? Was she pregnant? If so, she had an odd way of announcing it.

Somewhere along the line, Chatnoir's eyelids became heavy and she slowly fell asleep.

\tAn hour or so later, she wakes up in a crib. In one paw she had a freshly finished bottle, the other held a Leopald plushie. Towering over her is Isabelle, smugly smiling at her kitten.

\t``Such a cute idiot.''

\t``Huh?''

\t``You. You are a cute idiot,'' Isabelle snaps her digits. Two of the orbs emits lights, acting as a screen, displaying Chatnoir's diaper change. Showing off Chatnoir's heated face in particular. ``Look at you, almost getting off to a diaper change. What kind of freak are you?''

\t``Well...you,''

\t``Ah ah ah! Don't even bother lying to me. I could see it written across your face. Thinking `I'll get to suck on my superior's breasts' and `it so much fun to wear diapers.' Can't believe I wasted my time on you!''

\t``Wait - I can explain!'' Chatnoir cried. A pacifier is swiftly popped into her muzzle, effectively silencing her. Isabelle's smile fades replaced only with seething disdain for her assistant.

\t``Kittens speak when the adults are done talking. Did you honestly think that I was going to pay you? Earlier was a test! I wanted to test your integrity and work ethics. Over money, you're willing to humiliate yourself! If money is all you care about, you aren't fit to be an educator!'' Isabelle scowls. Chatnoir, teary-eyed, hugs her plushie tightly. She pulls out her pacifier, resisting the urge to cry.

\t``Please give me another chance. I-'' Again, Isabelle interrupts Chatnoir's pleas.

\t``Save it. Effective immediate you are relieved of your teaching duties here at Great Nature. Though don't worry, you aren't gonna be homeless. You'll be given a purpose as a test baby,'' Isabelle announces as shadows converge around them. Chatnoir pushes her pacifier back in, hugging her plushie and sucking her paci for comfort.

\t``Pwease dow't do twis,'' the cat whines. Isabelle shakes her head. Chatnoir was an embarrassment to Great Nature. After this, her time at the university would be expunged from their records. Even so, Chatnoir's needs will be taken care of. She'll be fed, changed, and babied every day.

\tJust as the cat wants.

\tThe darkness that converged around them condenses into Isabelle's paws. Turned pitch black, the room darkens. Chatnoir cowers beneath the crib's blankets.

``Don't fret little kitten, this won't hurt a bit. You won't even remember this conversation. You'll just be a happy kitten, a perfect practice baby for our students,'' Isabelle whispers.

Due to Chatnoir's greed, she's about to lose everything and more. She'll lose her job. She'll lose the respect of students and faculty. Worst of all, she'll lose every bit of her personality. When Isabelle's done, there will be nothing left.

The weight and reality of this left Chatnoir a sobbing mess. When her cries reached the fox's eyes, the shadows she'd gathered disappear immediately. The room brightens and the orbs resume recording.

Carefully, Isabelle removes the covers to see her assistant bawling her eyes out. Inwardly, the fox wanted to kick herself. She hadn't intended to scare Chatnoir that harshly. Get her to cry, sure. Not like that though.

I'll have to tone down next time, she thought. Naturally, Chatnoir evades and squirms away from Isabelle. Although in a crib with bars too thin for her slide through, she wasn't sure on how she'd escape. Just as long as she got away from this scary fox.

It took some effort, twenty-minutes to be exact before Isabelle had Chatnoir in her paws. Bouncing slightly, she rests Chatnoir's head against her chest. The cat was still crying, though Isabelle's steady heartbeat softens her sobs.

``Don't worry. You're not fired, and I won't make you a practice baby.''

``Weally?'' Chatnoir asks.

``Really. Remember I needed you to cry and figured this would be the best way of going about it,'' Isabelle responds. Chatnoir's sobs slowly end, though she does sniffle for a short bit. In this moment of calmness, a foul odor hits both their noses.

During Isabelle's intense moment, Chatnoir had messed and pissed herself. The cat's face burned with blush once more. She wasn't sure how many times she'd embarrassed herself in these recording.

Isabelle walks to the changing table, buckling Chatnoir back in. Slapping her own forehead, she scurries over to retrieve the Leopald plushie. As Isabelle changes Chatnoir's diaper, the cat, childishly, plays with her toy. When it was finished, the orbs deactivated. Along with it, Isabelle plucks out Chatnoir's pacifier.

``I appreciate your services. You can expect your payment on payday.''

``I appreciate the opportunity to work with you on this...strange task.'' Chatnoir unbuckles herself and leaps onto the floor. Waddling to the door, neither addresses the eleph - the diaper she's wearing.

``If you wish, we can make this a thing we do on occasion. Trust me, once you're teaching for as long as I have, you'll need stress relief,'' Isabelle proposes. Chatnoir shifts her gaze between her plushie and diaper. Ignoring Isabelle's pretend threat, it was a fun experience.

Besides, Chatnoir's eyes lock on Isabelle's chest, ``We can discuss that at a later time. However, I do believe we're short a feeding method.''

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