Sonic stopped crying after a few minutes but continued to whimper as he held on to the tufts of Shadow's white chest fluff, hiding his tear-stained face from the outside world.
This day seemed to go from bad to worse if being turned into an infant wasn't bad enough; he had been stuck and prodded to the point of tears. Everything felt like it was too much; he couldn't control his emotions. Why couldn't they just leave him be? Why did he have to run off and get stuck in that stupid room in the first place? Ugh, this was exhausting. Shadow's warm fur and steady heartbeat wasn't helping him keep awake. Maybe if I just rest my eyes. He thought but succumbed to sleep as they walked into Amy Rose's home.
"Oh, there you guys are!"
"Ssssshhh!" Knuckles and Shadow shushed, pointing to the knocked out hedgehog, "Aww, he's so cute!" Amy whispered loudly, "How did the testing go?" Knuckles and Shadow exchanged a look, "It went well." they said in unison. "That's good. I got all the baby stuff we need, but I need some help setting up his room."
"I'll help, Knuckles. You watch Sonic until we're finished."
"Wait! What am I supposed to do?!" Knuckles whisper asked in alarm. "He's asleep, just keep him warm and go watch tv or something; if he wakes up and needs something, come get one of us," Amy reassured the echidna as Shadow placed the bundle into his thick arms. "He's so teeny-tiny, though. What if I crush him?"
"You won't crush him, Knuckles. You may be strong, but you also have a delicate touch. We trust you. You can do this, big guy!" Amy winked, softly punching his arm before heading into the guest bedroom. Shadow' hmphed' in agreement leaving the nervous echidna alone with his charge.
"They're right. I can do this. I can do this...I have a delicate touch!" Knuckles gazed at the sleeping form in his arms. "Don't worry, little buddy. I'll make sure you're nice and comfortable." True to his friend's words, with a thoughtful smile, Knuckles gently cradled Sonic close to his chest and made himself comfortable as well sitting on the couch, turning the tv on to the Comedy Chimp channel.
Sonic awoke a few hours later, rubbing his eyes. Ugh, did I fall asleep? Where am I? He wondered, looking around. This looks like Amy's place, "Eep!" he squeaked suddenly, feeling something wet drip on his forehead. He looked up to see a snoring Knuckles, head leaned back, mouth wide open and drooling on him. Ugh! Great. He sneered, Just what I need a bath. Drying himself off, Sonic rolled out of Knuckles grasp, landing on the couch cushion beside him, and reached for the remote. Wonder where everyone else is? Ah well. He put away the thought flipping through the channels. They'll show up soon enough, might as well relax and find something to watch.
"Hey, you're awake!" Came a familiar voice. Sonic looked behind him to see Amy and Shadow returning. He smiled, waving, then pointed to the unconscious echidna. Amy chuckled, "Looks like we need a babysitter for the babysitter." Sonic raised an eyebrow to that. He didn't need a babysitter; he was 19 years old, for Chaos' sake! "Hey, Knucklehead." Amy spoke gently, shaking the red one's shoulder, "Wake up, you are relieved of your duty."
"Huh, wha?! Don't worry, Amy." The echidna tiredly yawned, "I've got the little rascal right here see... wha-where'd he go?!" Knuckles frantically jumped up, searching underneath the couch, cushions for his charge. Shadow rolled his eyes, "He's right beside you, fists for brains." Sonic waved his little arms, "Yeah, I'm right here!" Knuckles griped his chest, sighing in relief, "Whew! Scared me there for a second." He lifted the blue ball, wagging a finger at him, "Don't you do that again, little mister!" Sonic gaped, "What?! I was right here the whole time you-"
"Uh...guys, what's Sonic doing?" Amy asked, pointing to the gesturing hedgie. "Ah, Sonic has resorted to using sign language since he is unable to communicate verbally in this state." Shadow informed, "Apparently a skill, which Tails has just recently enlightened us, that the fuzzball has kept secret."
"Really? Wow! So, do either of you understand him?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I do understand what the little squirt is saying."
"Yeah, well f-"Sonic abruptly stopped signing when Shadow glared at him, curling his left hand around a glowing ball of chaos energy, "And he better watch his hands if he knows what's good for him." Sonic quickly closed his hands, pulling them close; Shadow grunted in satisfaction, having shut up is rival. Amy and Knuckles awkwardly looked at each other, both only understanding half of what just happened. "Oookaaay, soooo, Sonic. Wanna see your new room?" Amy asked.
Said hedgehog cocked his head at her in question 'new room?' Amy giggled. Not needing a translator to know what he was asking, she waved the boys to follow her down the hallway. Turning to the first door to the left, Amy opened the door wide, revealing the guest room turned nursery.
Sonic's mouth dropped in horror, seeing the freshly painted baby blue room. Inside was everything a baby could dream of. Soft peach carpet floors, a changing table with his name printed on the side in colorful blocks, a dresser filled with diapers and clothes, grass green rocking chair, a toy chest filled to the brim, and in the center of it all, a deep blue crib with a race car themed mobile. Sonic gurgled, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. This had to be a joke, no! A nightmare, it just had to be there was no other explanation for this, this atrocity! Why couldn't he wake up?!
"Awwww! It's so cute!" Knuckles gushed, rushing into the room with the horrified blue blur. Amy giggled, "Yes, I found most everything on sale too. Oh! You wouldn't believe the deals I got on some of these clothes!" Amy squealed, pulling out a red onesie that said, 'Mama's little stinker' Sonic's eyes twitched. Shadow hummed, sliding his hand on the wooden crib, "With my skilled handcraft-manship, everything came together quite nicely. You picked some good quality pieces here, Rose." he complimented. "Aww, you're so sweet, Shadow!" Amy waved off, turning to the still babbling blue blob in Knuckles' arms. "Now that your room is finished, we can get you set up, little one."
Sonic snapped out of his stupor as Amy grabbed him from his sides and placed him on the changing table. What? Wha-what's going on? Sonic's eyes grew in confusion as Amy gently pushed him down; he looked to Knuckles and Shadow for help, only to find both of them had disappeared.
"Uh, Uh." Sonic uneasily stuttered, his heart racing. He felt the soft padding underneath him, eyeing the nursery again, the dots slowly began to connect. I'm in a nursery, lying on a changing table, am I-I-I about to be babied? "Here we go~" Amy sang, pulling out a poofy white diaper and powder. Sonic blushed, eyes bugging out, seeing the disposable baby tool, "Amy, no. Stop!" He pleaded, unfortunately, he forgot that Amy didn't understand a word of his gestures, "Awww, look, you're so excited! Hold still, and I can get it on." She clicked the straps over his tummy so he wouldn't fall. Sonic wiggled and kicked his pudgy legs wildly, shaking his head, screaming inside. Nononononononono! I'm not a baby! I'm not a baby! I don't want to be diapered!
"Come on, Sonic." she grunted, "Stay still! Ah-ha!" she cheered, having grabbed hold of his ankles. She lifted his legs, placing the white padding under his bottom, making sure his little tail poked out of the assigned tail hole; she dusted the powder onto his crotch, then pulled up the front snuggly on his waist up to his belly and closed the tapes. "There we are!" She pulled him up to her chest, patting his bottom.
Sonic's cheeks were a fierce red; this was so embarrassing. Here he was, a 19-year-old having just been diapered by his female friend, shaking; he moaned in defeat, hiding his head in her neck. He felt weird and didn't want visual confirmation of what had just happened.
Suddenly his stomach grumbled. Sonic's eyes flew open, tightening his grip on her shirt, "Oop! It sounds like someone is hungry. Come on, let's get you something to eat." Amy rubbed his back and patted his bottom once more before carrying him out to the kitchen. His ears perked up, happy to have something to distract his recent...well, let's just not think about it. Food? Finally, something good. I hope she makes chili dogs.