NOTE: There is a slight difference between the fanfic version and the AO3 version, starting here. After some feedback on the AO3 version, this version here will not have little Finny getting his diaper area shaved. It will remain furry, and get very messy.
Feel free to choose which version floats your boat, or sample both.
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Chapter 3: How (some) baby is formed.
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Finnick was angry.
Why did he have to learn about those two.
Why now?
He grumbled to himself as he was placed in the back of a van and driven off. It was a long, boring, irritating move, but he finally made it.
He was led off and made to stand in a courtyard, along with three other prisoners. There was a line of guards in front of them, alongside a variety of other mammals. Many, led by a silver fox vixen with, in Finnick's mind at least, a very fine bit of tail, were dressed in nurses uniforms. Others, including Nick and Judy, were civilians.
"Afternoon, prisoners," the vixen began, moving up to inspect each of them. She looked over at the first, a very angry looking woodchuck, and touched his nose. "Barry Chazyn," she noted. "Convicted of leading a gang of 'vigilantes', who'd attack innocent mammals, mainly small predators. Let's see how loyal your goons are to you after you spend five years as a toddler."
Finnick paused, gulping. He hadn't actually considered what they meant by regression, him just assuming it was boy scout stuff or something.
"No one wants you, so you'll be spending your sentence in the nursery," she chided, walking away. Finnick felt a bit of a hard on as her tail brushed his nose, before noticing the look of rage on his face.
"Mrs Fox nurse?"
She turned to the crowd, and Nick in particular, who was looking at the woodchuck with a mixture of fear and curiosity. "I think I know this mammal."
"Do you?" she asked.
"I've never seen that pelt before in my life!" the woodchuck growled, before flinching back as the vixen stormed over and slapped him around the head.
"BAD BOY!" she shouted. "For using the P-word, I'll make sure you get your mouth washed out with soap every day for the next week, you understand."
He looked up and nodded slightly, before turning to Nick.
The male fox narrowed his gaze. "Remember the junior ranger scouts?"
He smiled nastily. "Ah, I do remember you. How's it been hanging, muzzlemouth?"
Finnick gulped, wondering where this was heading. The nurse walked over to talk to Nick, their conversation so hush-hush that not even he could here it, before she moved back over. "Well, Barry," she said, bringing out her clipboard. "I'm going to put down 'muzzle at all times' on your record for the next month. If you behave well, you can have it off."
She moved forwards, to a youngish looking deer. "What a cute little fawn," she said, mockingly. "Darren Prongford. Shame you decided to be a perv, groping women. You'll be spending the next year between here and your parents. Given that your crime was against innocent girls, you'll also be re-raised a doe. How does that sound?"
He looked away in shame, before a large buck and his wife came over. "Son. I thought I raised you better than this," he said, sternly. "Instead you go crazy, do drinks and drugs, and scared some poor girl to death. I hope spending time as one will put you right."
"I'll… I'll be good," he said, sniffing.
The nurse moved on, looking at a cream and brown hare. "Willow Fleetfoot," she said, watching as she broke down. "Convicted of embezzlement…"
"I'm sorry," she stuttered, sniffing.
The vixen paused, before brushing the one of the prisoner's ears. "I know you are," she noted. "But you have to prove that you can be a good little leveret, understand?"
She sniffed and nodded her head.
"Just for one year, you got that?"
"Yes…"
"Your parents will be happy to help you," she said, motioning back to a pare of hares, who nodded. She then moved on, in front of Finnick
He gulped, and pulled at his collar.
He had a view straight onto her chest, and the eight pack of boobies she stored in there.
"Finnick Faux," she said, leaning down and outstretching a finger, pushing it down onto his groin. He could feel his member being pushed back into its sheath, but that only made him harder. "Baby's don't get stiffies, but we have ways of helping you if you have trouble.
He gulped. Crap… No wonder Nick's in on this…
As he vowed to bite Nick's face off as soon as possible, the vixen nurse continued. "In here after hitting your third strike, though your friends will be fostering you out," she said, gesturing over to Nick and Judy.
Some friends, he thought.
"It'll be lovely to catch up with you later on, give the perfect size difference," she observed, smiling. "To Mrs WildeHopps, you're a seven year old who'd be at hip height. As for Mr WildeHopps, I have a three year old kit who's just your size. Perfect!" A smug grin grew across her face, before getting worse. "I also hear that you're in here after pretending to be a young kit! You'll settle into the diapers in no time!"
He gulped.
It really was that bad.
He didn't have time to think though as the guards and nurses came forwards and grabbed his arms. He, and the others, were made to stand on their own platform, before being chained spread eagle to a frame. They were all wheeled off separately, Nick and Judy following him into a clinical white room. As the door shut, he turned on you.
"What iz diss!?" he growled, turning to them.
Nick sighed, rubbing his head. "Finn, you're my friend, and I tried to help you."
"Then bust me outta here!"
"You broke the law again and again," Judy sighed. "You need to pay your debt, and us helping you is the least worse way."
"Or is it 'cause Slick wants to play Daddy, huh!?"
Nick sighed, shrugging. "Kinda, yeah. But do you want some mean prison guard doing this? We're going to get you through this program, but we're going to treat you toughly but fairly. If you play it how we used to, it should go by in no time. If you act up, then thing's get hard for you. I don't want that. Do you?"
"I want to bite your face off!" Finnick growled, battling with his restraints. He gave up though as they failed to budge.
"We'll let that slip this time, Finny boy," Judy scolded.
Nick looked over at her and smiled. "That's my joint favourite now."
FInnick just looked down as the nurses came in. Holding his arms, they got his clothes off, leaving him stark naked. One of them then came, rubber gloves in paw, and began inspecting him. He felt a bit of arousal as her cold fingers worked around his balls, his penis emerging from its sheath slightly, before it retreated as she moved to his buttocks.
The vixen nurse came in and smiled. "Hello Finny boy," she said, in a horribly sickly sweet voice. "There are certain rules you have to go by now. You've had trouble being an adult, so you get to be a baby now again. One of the first things about being a baby is that they have trouble speaking. We have something special to help with that."
He grimaced as a set of paws grabbed his muzzle and pulled it open. He fought back and struggled against them, but there were too many. He even felt his tongue getting pushed down, before two things came into his mouth, pushed into his teeth. He felt a soft putty envelope them, cooling down his gums before hardening rapidly. Whatever it was, it also had a bar or something that was holding his tongue down near the back. Any attempt to coil it up or pull it back failed, only causing a flash of pain as he tried too hard.
Suddenly, they all released him, and he trashed about.
"Wa wa… all …a… a…-out" he cried, before pausing. "I ah… ea…! I AH… EA…!"
"No dear," the vixen teased. "You have a mouthguard glued to each of your sets of teeth, and a bar holding your tongue down. "So no biting, and no big boy words."
"U… …ou!" he screamed, mad and furious. He thrashed about in his restraints, before pausing as a slap lashed across his face.
"BAD BABY!" the vixen cried, before waving Nick over.
"Finny, don't try and say bad words," he scolded, poking him with a claw in the nose.
The fennec looked at him and growled, Nick getting up in response and moving over to a waiting bucket of water. "Finnick Faux," he scolded. "Any more out of you, and I'll wash your mouth out. It's for your own good, you understand?"
He paused, before looking at the floor. Sometimes it paid to shut up.
"Good boy," Nick said, emphasising the last word in the most demeaning way possible. He stepped back as the vixen came over.
"Removing the voice is a universal thing we do," she explained. "Other things are optional. A catheter for instance, removing urinary continence. It can be demeaning for a mammal to lose all control, or they can get used to it. It can also be demeaning to fight the pressure and lose, and then actively have to go in the future. The choice is yours."
"We'll go without," Nick said.
She nodded. "In many cases, we also use anti-walking boots," she noted. "Attach them to the foot, and the new baby is forced to go on their arms and legs."
"Sounds good to start with," Judy agreed.
Finnick almost immediately felt his feet being lifted up and something go on each. Looking down, he saw the soft fabric booties being locked on, a dull pressure within them pushing through between his fore and back pads. As the nurses let go, and his weight rested on them, the pain suddenly became unbearable.
"Aaaaaaaah"
He buckled and writhed, pulling himself up so that his weight wasn't on them, though he was quickly lowered down. He settled onto his knees, and noticed that Nick was looking at him sadly.
"Don't worry, we won't use them often."
"The same can go for anti-tamper mits," the nurse noted, watching as a pair of bag like gloves were locked over Finnick's hands, leaving him unable to use his fingers. She turned to him and thought. "If he jerks off, you should also fit him with some chastity, though he seems good for now."
Finnick felt himself begin to boil at this, but kept it in him. There wasn't much he could do.
"Now, as for discipline, our program using a variety of competing punishment fields and scales. Are you familiar with the app?"
Nick nodded, before chuckling. "There really is an app for everything."
"The first discipline field is baby acting," she explained, turning to Finnick. "We could have you just sitting in a diaper as if you were in a prison cell, but that's not enough. In daycare, the mammals in a class have to compete in terms of babyness. Playing with themselves, toys or others. Those ranked higher get better perks, such as more solid food, treats, thinner and more absorbent diapers, more frequent changes and even preschool tv if they're good. Given that you're being fostered, that will mostly be unnecessary. Still, trying to act not like a baby will get you punished, and acting like one will get you rewards. In addition, you'll be given pacifiers with little chips in side of them. Every day, you'll have a random time it has to be in for, and the further you are below that the worse your punishment is."
Finnick nodded, but was angry underneath. Maybe he did suck a dummy during some of their hustles, but it wasn't like he especially enjoyed it. Still, he guessed, he'd likely just keep it in there as long as possible to be safe.
"The second are punishments that come through on the app," she carried on. "You might act perfect, but the app could decide that you deserve a double enema. Tough luck, you're here to be punished."
Finnick noted that he didn't even know what an enema was, but stayed quiet.
"Finally, standard misbehaviour gets you punished at that time," she said, "but between dinner and bed, your foster parent must look back at how good you're been and punish you again for all of it, together. All your disciplining punishments from the day repeated before bed, and those ones won't be made taking this into account!"
He was silent.
She came over, unlocking Finnick and lifted him up. He felt himself getting place onto a plastic surface, looking up as Nick held up an empty diaper.
The nurse interrupted, and Finnick felt an item being pushed up his butt. Nick carried on, pulling it under him and then over the top, lightly fastening it. Finnick was then flipped over, the tail strap done up, followed by a playful spank on his padded cheeks.
He felt himself getting lifted up again, and placed down into a car seat/ carrier. The straps went on, and Nick leant over.
"I didn't want it to be this way, but after you screwed up, this is probably the best way it can be. I will try to treat you fairly, little toot-toot," he said, before leaning in to plant a kiss.
Finnick was too pissed off to really do anything, instead just simmering with his rage. He let the pacifier get slipped into him, and watched as they began walking off.
Nick leant over, and patted him on the head, blowing a kiss. "Time to work that Diaper, little guy."
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AN: Finnick is 1/3rdNick's size and ½ Judy's. He comes up to both their hips though (excluding ears) due to their different builds. If you're 5ft 10.5 (1.79) like me, then he's 2ft or 60 cm tall (top of head is at the tip of your fingers if you're both standing up) from Nick's POV. Simply drop onto your knees to get Judy's perspective. The rough equivalent ages given are accurate.
