Life at Crale Manor (comission-in-progress, parts 1-3)

CHAPTER ONE

Laguna

The handsome, strikingly colored badger sighed, signing out of the EverTech network. He flicked a wrist in the air before him in a particular motion, and the computer display in his irises shifted to display his upcoming calendar. Laguna briefly scanned through tomorrow’s schedule; a conference call at ten with Mr. Lockwood, EverTech’s CEO; lunch at Marco’s at noon; quarterly budget reviews between two and four in the afternoon…  nothing particularly jumped out at Laguna. Tomorrow looked to be a typical day at the office.

The pink and white badger moaned a little, then flicked his paw again to shift the calendar to its monthly view. Next Thursday was EverTech’s HR Director’s birthday, and Laguna made a mental note to send a card. His eyes quickly scanned the calendar until he found what he was looking for: Callahan and Joven’s fifth anniversary on Friday the 15th, two weeks from now. Laguna’s eyes glanced down below the overlay of his augmented vision, to the skunk whose head was bobbing happily between the badger’s legs.

“Aurich,” Laguna said, “can you believe Joven and Callahan have been mated for five years now?”

The gold-striped skunk slipped off his master’s cock with a slurp. “Has it really been that long?” he asked. 

“Indeed,” the badger replied. “Perhaps we should do something special to mark the occasion.” Laguna, unlike most Masters, believed that happy varlets made for better, more productive workers. Thus, he allowed his pets an unusual level of freedom and autonomy, receiving their unwavering loyalty in return. 

Laguna’s company, EverTech, sat on the bleeding edge of the world’s technological advancement, putting the company easily on par with most developed nations in terms of their power on the world stage. From virtually endless renewable energy to global 6G satellite deployment, from holotech to the neural computer interface Laguna was currently using, EverTech had pioneered some of the most key advancements civilization had ever seen, affording the organization near-limitless political clout and a level of autonomy from legal oversight that other corporations could only dream of. 

As a result, EverTech operated numerous shadow projects, most notably their varlet conversion process that could completely erase an anthro’s personality and free will, turning them into ideal and compliant servants for the world’s movers and shakers. EverTech had successfully developed two distinct stages of varlet control: the basic varlet model came equipped with a neural-linked collar that could scan and manipulate a varlet’s brain, sensing and even overwriting the subject’s thoughts. However, for the true luxury-minded, the advanced varlet came with nanobots injected directly into the subject’s circulatory system, allowing full control of the varlet’s nervous and muscular systems. Even the most basic varlets went for six figures or more at EverTech’s auctions, with advanced models selling for eye-watering prices to society’s uppercrust.

However, Laguna preferred his varlets to maintain a sense of self and their own personality, and so with only one exception, the members of his household had not gone through varlet processing. And though Laguna’s needs came first and foremost in his household, he did attempt to treat his varlets well, including allowing Callahan, an otter, and Joven, a badger, the freedom to form a relationship with one another. Though they weren’t married in the traditional sense, they were as close to married as two varlets could reasonably be.

“Yes, let’s have a party for their anniversary,” Laguna mused. “A nice dinner and then a big cake and everything. Red velvet, perhaps.”

“Oh! I haven’t baked a red velvet cake in ages,” Aurich grinned. “With that cream cheese frosting you like so much, sir?”

“Yes, and champagne,” Laguna replied to the gold-striped, collared skunk. “Just the household though, I’d rather it stay a private affair. Finish me off and then go let the others know. But not a word to Joven and Callahan, I want it to be a surprise.”

“Yes sir!” the chipper skunk replied, resuming sucking his Master with gusto, bobbing his head as Laguna thrust into his maw.

After so many years of practice, Aurich knew exactly how to pleasure Laguna, and in no time at all the skunk was gulping down his Master’s hot seed as the badger unloaded into his varlet’s throat. Aurich was careful to take every drop and lick his Master’s cock clean before he extracted himself from Laguna’s enormous bed. Aurich carefully adjusted the sash of gauzy lavender silk tied around his waist, ensuring that it didn’t obscure the gleaming golden metal chastity cage the otherwise naked skunk was wearing, then with a flourished, well-practiced bow he turned to depart his Master’s opulent bedroom.

Laguna rose from his bed and pushed his black-framed glasses farther up his nose, out of habit. The glasses were strictly for show, as the nanobots in Laguna’s body gave him better than 20/20 eyesight, among numerous other physical enhancements.

The badger walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, removing a black silk jockstrap from the rows of meticulously rolled rainbow assortment of similar jocks, and stepped into the luxurious fabric. From a nearby freestanding wardrobe, he removed and slipped into a white button-down shirt. He added a rose pink tie that perfectly matched the unusual coloration of the fur around his eyes, then looked at himself in the mirror. Pleased with the effect, the badger nodded to himself. 

Laguna stepped out of his bedroom suite and into the hall, walking straight ahead to the door directly across from his own. He opened it and stepped inside the manor’s nursery. The large, well-appointed room was the exact image of a baby’s nursery, only everything was scaled up in size. The walls were papered in a pale blue and was trimmed in a border of pastel alphabet blocks. The room’s centerpiece was a large, full-sized crib with intricately carved wooden rails.

The room was currently occupied by Laguna’s husband, the sea otter named Nate, and Nate’s pet, Dakota the kobold. Dakota was standing at the center of the room idly sucking on a large pacifier and wearing a visibly damp oversized baby diaper, while Nate was digging through a wardrobe filled with oversized baby clothing, apparently trying to decide how to dress his pet for the day. The pink-haired otter was dressed in an equally soggy diaper and a royal blue terry bathrobe.

“What are you looking for?” Laguna asked his husband, bemused.

“Dakota’s swim diaper,” the otter answered grumpily. “We were going to go have a swim in the pool until lunch, but I can’t remember what we’ve done with his swim diaper. I really should get him another so he has a backup.”

Laguna chuckled at the way his husband fussed over his plaything. “Well, I just came to tell you that we’re throwing a surprise party for Callahan and Joven, two Fridays from now is their fifth anniversary together and I thought we could all mark the occasion. I was wondering if you’d be willing to take on decorating responsibilities? We can use the game room downstairs.”

Nate smiled. “That sounds like fun! Are you going to let them out of their cages for the big day?”

Laguna shook his head noncommittally. “I’m still debating, especially since that Saturday is their day of the month to get unlocked anyway. I will, however, ensure that they both have a fantastic time at the party regardless. And Aurich is going to go all out on a meal, and even make a red velvet cake. Five years is a milestone that deserves to be celebrated.”

Nate whooped in triumph as he at last found the kobold’s thick-lined reusable swim diaper at the bottom of the wardrobe. “You said it’s going to be a surprise party, so we’ll need to keep them out of the game room that morning while Dakota and I get everything set up.”

Laguna smiled. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll make sure that they’re both too busy to notice what’s going on.”

Nate began peeling the tapes off the sapphire-scaled kobold’s diaper as Dakota stood compliant and motionless. The diaper hit the floor with a soft plop, revealing Dakota’s small, caged member. The sea otter began threading the kobold’s tail through the opening at the back of the fabric swim diaper. “I’ll take care of it, my love,” Nate said. “I’ll start searching for decorations as soon as Dakota and I are done swimming.”

“Splendid,” Laguna said. He kissed Nate on the cheek. “Then you two toddlers have fun in the pool. And not a word to Callahan and Joven.” Laguna mentally sent a command and a small digital clock appeared in the center of his vision. 11:32 A.M. He dismissed the clock and then departed the nursery as Nate finished sealing his pet kobold into the bulky swim diaper.

Laguna rounded the corner and entered the posh living room’s upstairs loft, where Joven was busy cleaning. Joven was a badger, like Laguna, although he was a much more traditional black and white, lacking the nanobots that allowed Laguna to give himself such a striking coloration.

“Good morning, sir,” Joven said, noting Laguna’s arrival. The varlet badger was accustomed to his Master rising late in the morning, though Joven himself had been busy cleaning for hours now.

Joven had naturally fallen into the role of the manor’s housekeeper due to his tidy, fastidious nature. Though Joven had become a varlet through no fault of his own and quite unfairly, he was determined to do the best job he could in his role… though it had taken time for him to accept his fate as one of Laguna’s pets, and he still carried a vaguely disapproving air that Laguna knew was pure facade.

“Joven,” Laguna acknowledged with a nod. “Where’s your mate this morning?” he asked the other badger.

“Oh, he went to do the shopping,” Joven replied. “He assured me he would be back by lunch,” Joven added as he dusted the mantle of the upstairs fireplace, diaper rustling as he moved.

“Very good then,” Laguna replied. “Please see to it that my sheets are changed today, I fear Aurich leaked precum all over them this morning while he was servicing me.”

Joven nodded, suppressing a smirk, as Laguna began descending the stairs in the corner of the loft to the living room below. He emerged into the living room proper, only to find Xavier lounging on the leather sofa and watching Netflix on the oversized three-dimensional holoTV. Xavier, called Zave for short, was a young, trim raccoon and the newest member of the Crale household. The sexy, lithe raccoon was naked but for the requisite chastity cage, this time in stainless steel. He was watching some sort of crime drama, fully engrossed, and didn’t notice Laguna entering the room.

“Ahem,” Laguna cleared his throat dramatically. The raccoon jerked with a start, then immediately began blushing.

“Ahhh, good morning sir,” he said as he quickly fumbled for the remote, dismissing the holographic murder scene hovering in miniature above the holoTV’s projector. “I was just taking a break.”

“So I see,” Laguna said, eyebrow raised. “Nate and Dakota are going to have a swim, and everyone else is hard at work. And I take it you were about to….?”

“...go outside and water the ferns?” Zave asked, uncertain.

“...go outside and water the ferns,” Laguna said, nodding. “But before you do, find Aurich, he’s got important news.”

“Yes sir,” Zave said as he rose and stretched.

Laguna smiled. “Now go take care of the ferns before it gets too hot.”

“Yes sir,” Zave said as he zipped off. Laguna rounded the corner and entered the dining room, then seated himself at the head of the table. Almost immediately, Aurich appeared to serve him lunch: confit salmon with new potatoes and a dill drizzle. Laguna smiled. He’d seen to it that Aurich had been trained by some of the finest chefs in the world, and as a result Aurich’s cuisine could rival that of the best restaurants in the city. The salmon was delightfully moist and succulent, and the dill potatoes were the perfect, slightly tart accompaniment. 

After he finished the excellent meal, he quietly retired to his office. Laguna’s office was the one place in the manor that was off limits to everyone but himself. Not even Nate was allowed to enter Laguna’s office uninvited. Laguna closed the door behind himself and then sank into the leather chair behind the desk. The badger activated his neural computer overlay and opened a web browser, watching the high-end shopping website instantly load within his vision.

Laguna Crale was the CFO of the most powerful corporation on Earth, and so money was quite literally no object for the badger; if Laguna wanted something, he got it. And with this particular online shopping excursion, he had a very clear idea of what he wanted. In the circles Laguna traveled in, it was unusual for people to spare much thought for the comfort or happiness of the varlets they owned, but Laguna wasn’t like most of the people in his social circle. He’d set his mind to make Callahan and Joven’s anniversary be a special, unforgettable date for the pair. He was prepared to spend an eye-watering amount of money to ensure that his varlets’ anniversary was everything he wanted for them.

And if there was one thing you could be certain of about Laguna Crale, it was that he always got what he wanted.

CHAPTER TWO

Callahan

The otter named Callahan was used to the staring by now; it wasn’t every day you saw a naked, collared otter wearing nothing but a stainless steel chastity cage pushing a shopping cart through the aisles of a grocery store. However, Callahan did the grocery shopping for Crale manor on a weekly basis, and enough people in town had seen him out and about doing errands that they knew better than to say anything; especially considering that the more vocal dissidents of EverTech’s methods had a habit of disappearing. Even so, the constant stares he got still managed to slightly unnerve him, even after years.

Before being forced into a life as Laguna Crale’s varlet, Callahan had once served as the vice president of a global tech company. Unknown to him at the time, said tech company was merely a secret shell corporation for EverTech. Callahan had inadvertently stumbled onto evidence of this shadowy arrangement and had almost immediately been taken into custody by EverTech’s Global Security Unit, and now he was a well-treated pet within the Crale household. How the mighty had fallen.

Callahan adjusted his glasses and checked his shopping list. Only a few items left to get: peanut butter, flour, eggs, milk, bacon, tea. Callahan rounded a corner for the dry goods aisle and began scanning the shelves for the smooth peanut butter that Laguna preferred.

All things considered, Callahan felt pretty lucky. Things could’ve gone much worse for the otter if he’d been put through EverTech’s varlet training program, as he well knew. Instead, he’d been allowed the opportunity to retain his personality and a degree of free will, an opportunity that few varlets outside of Crale Manor ever received.

A bit farther down the aisle, Callahan came to the tea section. He grabbed an assortment of teas that he knew his Master and his fellow varlets in residence in the manor enjoyed, and then added to his cart a box of his own personal favorite, mango hibiscus tea.

Life at Crale Manor had taken some getting used to, especially because of how very gay and very naked everyone was. In his before-life, Callahan had worked hard to suppress his sexuality, especially because his domineering father would never have approved. Instead, he’d thrown his energy into his work, rising to VP at a young age because of his extreme drive and ambition. If he was being honest with himself, becoming Laguna’s varlet had actually been good for the otter. His life was far less stressful and more open than it had been before. He didn’t have to worry about his father’s disapproval, and he’d found a wonderful relationship with Joven that he never would’ve considered pursuing before.

Callahan grabbed a large sack of flour and placed it carefully under the basket of his shopping cart, then made his way to the meat section to peruse the bacon. A young lioness who was busy shopping the pork chops casually glanced over to him, and her jaw dropped. She gasped, blinked several times, and then quickly made her escape down a side aisle, leaving her full shopping cart behind.

Callahan sighed and gave a weary chuckle. He looked through the packs of center-cut bacon before finding a few with a good fat ratio, adding them to his cart. This was exactly why he preferred to do the manor’s shopping during late morning, so that he was less likely to encounter others in the store. 

The otter made his way over to the dairy coolers to pick up his last few items. Three dozen eggs and two gallons of milk later, his shopping was done. He pushed his cart toward the front of the store and stepped into a vacant checkout lane. The cashier, a college-aged marten, gave Callahan a congenial nod. Callahan had been shopping at this posh grocery store long enough that most of the employees scarcely blinked at him anymore.

The marten quickly and efficiently scanned and bagged all the items in Callahan’s overfilled cart. “Total is $617.33,” the young man said with a flush as he finished.

“Very good,” Callahan replied. He leaned forward and pressed a tag dangling from his collar to the card reader, but nothing happened. “Oops, wrong tag,” the otter said. One of the two tags connected to his collar read “Callahan - Property of Laguna Crale”, and the other had a black rose design and contained a contactless credit card chip. Callahan swapped to the other tag and pressed it, and the machine beeped in acknowledgment.

As Callahan stood, he couldn’t help but notice the young marten staring at his chastity cage with an obvious mix of curiosity and lust. Callahan smiled to himself; in the grand scheme, it hadn’t been long since he himself had stared at cute guys with that same self-repressed need in his eyes.

“I-is that uncomfortable?” the cashier asked hesitantly, nodding toward Callahan’s locked-up nethers.

“Honestly I barely notice it anymore,” Callahan replied truthfully as he accepted the receipt from the mesmerized cashier. “Have a good one,” he finished.

“You too sir,” the marten replied, licking his lips nervously.

Callahan pushed the filled shopping cart out the automatic door and across the parking lot, feeling the hot sun warm his exposed fur. On days like today, having the liberty to stroll around in public naked wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He retrieved the limousine’s keyfob from the coiled, stretchy plastic bracelet around his wrist and pressed the button to open the limo’s spacious trunk, then began filling it with his newly purchased goods.

One of Callahan’s favorite parts of serving as a varlet was getting to drive Laguna’s limo. Though EverTech had long ago mastered driverless automobile technology, Callahan’s Master appreciated the old-timey class of having a proper limo and chauffeur to drive it, and so Callahan enjoyed being able to cruise around town in style. This was another perk most varlets didn’t get to enjoy.

Callahan climbed into the driver’s door of the limo and opened the sunroof, allowing the warm summer air to circulate into the driver’s compartment. The scent of honeysuckle met his nose; there must be a vine in bloom nearby. The otter sighed contentedly, then inhaled deeply of the sweet scent with a happy “mmmmmm”. Though living as a varlet under the ownership of another certainly wasn’t the life Callahan would’ve chosen for himself, it wasn’t half as stressful as his old life had been, and he was well-treated by the Master. On days like today, Callahan had to admit that he was happier in this new life than he’d been before.

Once Callahan arrived at Crale Manor, he entered the servant’s entrance to the kitchen. “Aurich?” he called.

“Here!” the skunk called from the pantry. “Get the shopping done?”

“Yes,” Callahan said. “I could use a hand bringing it all inside, if you aren’t busy.”

The pair brought the grocery haul inside and began putting everything away, chatting amiably. Once their task was complete, Callahan thanked Aurich for the help and excused himself to go find his mate and announce his return.

He eventually found Joven in the laundry. Though there were seven occupants of Crale Manor, there was surprisingly little laundry to do since none of the varlets were permitted to wear clothes, with Nate’s pet kobold Dakota being the sole exception. Still, Joven was meticulous about doing the laundry every day rather than allow it to build up.

“There you are, my love,” Callahan said, stepping into the laundry room. “I just wanted to let you know I’m back from the grocery store.” He kissed the badger softly.

“Great timing,” the diapered badger said. “I was just taking the last load out of the dryer.” Joven leaned forward and said much more quietly, “has anyone told you what’s going on?”

“No?” Callahan asked curiously. “I’ve only seen Aurich since I got back, he helped me bring in the groceries, but he didn’t mention anything going on.”

Joven raised an eyebrow. “Something’s up, but I don’t know what. Everyone’s been ducking me today, and I keep catching them whispering to each other when they think I’m not looking.”

Callahan laughed goodnaturedly. “I’m sure it’s nothing, love,” he said. He began helping Joven with the freshly dried laundry, mating socks carefully. “I got you those little chocolate cookies you like so much, by the way. I saw you were nearly out.”

Joven flashed a smile. “You’re too good to me,” he said. “You haven’t forgotten what’s coming in two weeks, have you?” the badger asked hopefully.

Callahan worked hard to keep his face neutral. “Of course not, it’s our monthly unlock. The day when I get to slurp on that yummy cock of yours as much as I want to.” His eyes sparkled.

Joven gave a mock gasp. “Our anniversary! Though leave it to you to have sex on the brain.” He punched Callahan in the shoulder, gently and playfully.

The otter giggled. “Of course I haven’t forgotten, my sweet. Five years to the day since the first time we told each other ‘I love you’. How could I possibly forget such an important occasion? I might ask if we can have the day off together, maybe even see if the Master will let us go into town together to do something special.”

Joven pressed the creases of one of Laguna’s button-downs and then carefully hung it. “There, laundry’s done. Thank you for the help.”

“Looks like you might need some additional help,” Callahan said, gesturing to Joven’s visibly wet diaper. “You’ve lost your stripes.”

Joven looked down, then blushed. “I didn’t even realize I’d gone,” he admitted bashfully.

“Let’s go put the laundry away and then I’ll get you changed, hm?” Callahan offered, smiling. He’d long ago gotten used to the fact that his mate wore diapers, and he couldn’t help but admire how Joven looked in them. He also found it terribly cute that Joven still got bashful about his loss of bladder control.

Joven gazed up at his handsome lover and nodded, kissing him on the cheek in gratitude. The badger carefully collected the full clothes hangers while Callahan put all the folded items into a laundry basket, and the pair departed the laundry room together, smiling and talking.

CHAPTER THREE

Nate

Nate sighed and eased himself into the indoor portion of the pool, savoring the touch of the cool water pressing against his fur. He’d elected to leave the retractable pool divider down, so half of the Olympic-sized pool was closed off and outside the house. Maybe he’d open it later so he could do laps, but for now the otter just wanted to cool off and relax.

Nate stepped farther into the pool and then floated onto his back, his bit of tummy pudge jutting up out of the water. Nate cast his eyes to his pet kobold; Dakota was standing at the pool’s stairs, uncertain. “Get in, silly baby,” Nate called, and the kobold complied immediately.

The sapphire-scaled kobold had been a gift from Laguna as the second varlet to join the Crale household, not long after Laguna had accepted his position as EverTech’s CFO. Aurich had come first, and Nate had grown a bit jealous of the attention he showered on Laguna, so Laguna had purchased a varlet from EverTech to give Nate someone to play with too. Dakota, however, had gone through the varlet reprogramming regimen, and so he had been rendered completely void of personality and personal autonomy, utterly obedient to a fault and living only to serve his owner.

Nate had initially had a lot of fun dressing Dakota up in the most babyish, utterly humiliating outfits and treating him like a toddler, even going so far as to eliminate the kobold’s bladder control, but he’d learned that forcibly babying someone wasn’t as fun when they had no impulse to fight back, and so Nate had taken it upon himself to work on developing a new personality for Dakota with Laguna’s blessing. The kobold was still entirely submissive, but he did occasionally show sparks of personality and had even taken up playing video games as a hobby.

Nate glanced over at the kobold, who was wearing a powder blue swim diaper and oversized water-wings. As an otter, Nate naturally enjoyed swimming, but he’d learned very early on that water-wings were a necessity for Dakota; the first time they’d swam together, Dakota had entered the pool at Nate’s command and stood under the water, nearly drowning before Nate pulled him up for air. The kobold took orders very literally and with no self-preservation instinct, and so the water-wings kept him from inadvertently drowning himself.

“Dakota,” Nate said, “swim over here near me. We need to talk strategy.”

The small kobold kicked his way over to where Nate was floating, waiting expectantly.

“Joven and Callahan’s anniversary is in two weeks, and Laguna wants to throw them a party to celebrate their union, and he’s put us in charge of decorating for it. I’m thinking lots of balloons and maybe some streamers. Do you have any idea what the traditional five year anniversary present is?”

“Wood, Master,” the kobold answered.

Nate wasn’t surprised by Dakota’s quick response; the kobold had been programmed with a broad skill set and a fairly comprehensive knowledge-base by EverTech, all the better to serve his master. “Wood… hmm. That’s kind of dumb, don’t you think? What are we supposed to give them, pencils?” Nate rolled his eyes.

The kobold blinked. “If that is what you would like to give them, Master, I would be delighted to search for pencils. I believe there are some in your desk.”

Nate laughed. “No, silly baby. We’re not giving them pencils. We need to think of something really nice, something they would both like. Oh, I wonder if they would get any use out of a strap-on? You know, so they can play around even on nights when they’re both locked up.”

“If that is what you would like to give them, Master, I would be delighted to search for a strap-on. I believe there is one under your bed.” The kobold smiled happily, and for the briefest moment Nate wondered if Dakota was trying to be funny. Lately he’d begun to occasionally give silly non-responses, especially if Nate asked him a rhetorical question. Dakota’s emerging and new-found sense of humor was seldom actually funny, but it was certainly cute.

“Oh, silly baby, you don’t know about strap-ons because you’re only a diaper baby,” Nate said with a grin.

“I’m only a diaper baby,” Dakota echoed, looking very pleased with himself.

“But no, we must be serious. What do you think Joven and Callahan would like for a present? You’re very good at pleasing others, so what do you think would please them?”

Dakota thought for a moment, motionless and unblinking, almost machinelike. At last he responded. “Callahan would like a boxed set of books by a mystery author he likes, he only has two books in the series in paperback but he has been very enthusiastic about getting the rest. Joven would like the new Paper Mario game for his Nintendo Switch, and he would also like some more of those light blue plastic pants he has become fond of wearing, even though he doesn’t like to admit it. They would both enjoy an evening together to see a movie and have a nice dinner at that restaurant in town, Catalina, I’ve heard them talking about doing that soon if they are permitted by Master Laguna.”

“Ooooh, what a smart baby you are!” Nate said, splashing his tail in the water. “Those would all make very nice presents. But I thought Joven hates being made to wear diapers, he’s constantly grumbling about it. I swear that’s half of why Laguna does it to him.”

The kobold grinned happily at the praise. “He only claims to hate it, but I have seen him rubbing and touching his diaper when no one else is looking. I am very small and quiet, and he doesn’t pay much attention to me, so he often forgets that I see things. Everyone does.”

Nate giggled. “Well aren’t you just the cutest little baby spy,” he cooed. “I think those are very good gift ideas. Oh, but you mustn’t say anything to anyone about the surprise party, do you understand?”

The kobold nodded enthusiastically. “I understand, Master,” he replied.

“Very good,” Nate replied. “And how is your diaper?”

“Me make pee pee! Silly baby!” the kobold answered with a giggle and an overly infantile voice, just the way Nate had told him to respond whenever asked about the condition of his wet diaper.

“Yay!” Nate replied, clapping. 

Having his very own living doll was so much fun, and it was the perfect outlet to channel his ABDL interests. Nate had been born with a congenital defect in his bladder’s sphincter muscle, meaning that he’d never been out of diapers in his life. In his teenage years, he’d discovered the world of ABDL and ageplay online, and the concept had fascinated him ever since. When he and Laguna met in college, Nate had been worried how the badger would react to his unusual interests, but Laguna had been nothing but supportive and had even developed an interest in diapers himself, specifically in forcing others to wear them. As a result, both Dakota and Joven had been forced to wear diapers to satisfy both Laguna’s sadistic streak and Nate’s fantasies. At this point, both of the varlets had been rendered as fully bladder incontinent as Nate himself was, which the pink-haired otter found deeply amusing.

Nate floated and splashed with Dakota for a while, then Nate decided that they should get out of the pool and go get changed. He ordered Dakota to dry him off with a towel and then for the kobold to dry himself, then the pair made their way back to the nursery.

Nate picked the tiny kobold up and placed him on the changing table. “Diaper change time! Ask me to change your diaper like I told you, Dakota.”

“Baby need new diapee!” Dakota cooed, unashamed.

Nate giggled with glee, then gently laid the kobold down on the soft pad of the table, unfastening Dakota’s very wet swim diaper before setting it aside. The kobold’s small sheath was revealed, locked in a shiny metal chastity cage. The cage was strictly for effect and to comply with Laguna’s rule that all varlets must remain locked up; the kobold could just as easily be ordered to ignore his own penis and he would have no choice but to comply. Still, Nate enjoyed that Dakota was kept in chastity, it was another visual reminder of his control over the small kobold.

Nate chose a big, thick, crinkly diaper covered in pastel hearts, then collected two thick booster pads to add to it. He wanted his silly baby to really waddle this afternoon. The otter leaned forward and blew a raspberry on Dakota’s tummy, then slid the unfolded disposable diaper under the reptile. He added the thick boosters to the diaper, then covered the kobold in baby powder, smoothing the sweet-smelling white dust across the kobold’s scales before sticking the tapes down and sealing Dakota’s diaper.

“There we are,” Nate said, tickling Dakota’s tummy and causing him to giggle. “Now let’s get you a cute shirt to wear. Oh, what about your Pooh one? It’s super short and should show off that thick diapee nicely.” Nate searched the wardrobe for the pale yellow and white belly shirt printed with the famous bear, then carefully pulled it down and slipped Dakota’s arms through the sleeves.

Nate added a yellow pacifier to complete the look, then stood back to appraise his efforts. Dakota sat on the edge of the changing table, legs dangling over the side. Being only three feet tall, he looked for all the world like an actual toddler. “Perfect,” Nate said, “you’re adorable!”

Dakota smiled at the otter happily, once again basking in the pleasure of praise from his owner.

“Hop down now so I can get changed too,” Nate commanded. Dakota slid down from the changing table with a crinkle, then stepped to the side. Nate went through a different stack of larger diapers, choosing an all-white diaper with cartoon bears on the taping panel. The otter deftly changed himself and then slipped on his favorite bathrobe, not bothering to tie it closed.

“There now, all changed. Let’s go see if Aurich or Joven are done with work yet so we can go play some Smash. Or do you want to go get a snack first?”

Dakota blinked. “I want whatever you want, Master,” he said simply.

“Oh, right, I don’t know why I asked,” Nate said with a chuckle. “Well, Master wants to go play some video games. Aurich might have time before he needs to start dinner, let’s go check with him first.”

Nate took Dakota’s tiny hand into his paw and led the pair out of the nursery and downstairs. “Aurich,” the otter called as they rounded the corner into the kitchen.

“Hmm?” the gold-striped skunk asked. He was wearing an apron and busily whisking something in a mixing bowl.

“Oh, are you making dinner already?” Nate asked, surprised.

Aurich nodded. “I’m making my cheese and spinach souffle for dinner tonight and after it’s done baking it needs to breathe for a while and then be warmed back up for serving,” he said. “Did you need something?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to play some Smash if you were free,” Nate replied.

“I’m not right now, though once I take the souffle out I might have a little time to spare. Did you check with Joven?” he asked as he sprinkled some kind of spice into the egg yolks he was beating.

“We’ll go find him,” Nate replied, and he and Dakota turned and left. They eventually found Joven in the home theater, where the black and white badger had just finished vacuuming.

“Almost finished?” Nate asked hopefully as Joven retracted the vacuum’s cord.

“Just about, I just need to take the recycles out,” Joven answered. “What’s up?”

Nate grinned. “Want to play some Smash? Dakota and I are bored, and Aurich is making souffle so he’s going to be busy for a while.”

Joven glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. “Sure, we can do that. I was wanting to hose off the driveway to clear some of the pollen that’s accumulated on everything, but I can do that in the evening when it has cooled off some.”

Nate giggled and pointed. “You need to go change first, it looks like,” he said, grinning at the extremely swollen diaper the skunk was wearing.

Joven looked down and blushed scarlet, surprised to see how wet he really was. “Ugh. Do you ever get used to it?” he asked shyly.

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Nate said. “I’ve never not been used to it. Still, diapers are fun.”

“For you, maybe,” Joven groaned dramatically.

Nate smirked and had to fight the impulse to respond that he knew Joven secretly enjoyed wearing his diapers, but he decided to save that information for another time. “Go get change, sog-butt,” he said instead, eliciting an even brighter blush from the skunk. “We’ll meet you in the game room whenever you’re dry.”

Nate grinned as the embarrassed skunk rushed off to his bedroom to change. “Come on then,” he said to Dakota, “my observant little super-spy baby." He chuckled.