Chapter 6: Num-Num's.

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The alarm going off woke Nick from his blissful slumber and, yawning, he slipped off the bed and stretched. He felt the stiffness from his brush cast as his tail, ever so willing to wag, was held in. He frowned at that, turning to look at the thing and smiling in the knowledge that he'd be free of it in a week or two. Glancing at the damp sheets and pillow cases, he sighed before peeling them all off, throwing them and his boxers in the laundry basket that rested on top of the washing machine.

The sight of all the other items in that room made him frown slightly, hoping he wouldn't have to use them.

Still, though, that wasn't up to him, was it?

Grabbing a pair of loose boxer pants and a tatty old t-shirt, he placed them on, happy to wander around the house in them. Better than mystic springing it, certainly.

A check at one of the clocks, and ten minutes had passed. He frowned, remembering how the guides had advised on sticking to routine, before getting to work. On went the baby kettle, warming up nicely. He then brought out a box of special oats, pouring a small sample into a bowl. He added milk to it, as well as a pawful of dried mealworms, before mixing it up and placing it into the microwave. Things cooking, it was time to check in on the baby. As he went, though, he frowned at the sight on the nursery door.

A post it note.

'Baby Finny growled, and is due 12 smacks.

If he hasn't finished his bottle, double it.

Text me if you can't make 1:15. Lots of love, Carrots.'

Nick frowned, before going in. Finnick was certainly making it hard for himself, but as he went in and rested his elbows on the crib roof, he looked in and smiled. His little boy curled up and sleeping tight, with an empty bottle next to him. He opened up the top of the crib, hooking it in place just beneath the first toy shelf. Looking up, he frowned, only seeing a few books and just eight toys. They didn't even fill the first of the two shelves, and half of them were stuffed bunnies. There was a stuffed fox in a pink dress, a toy monster truck, a rattle and a squeaky bone chew toy as well. There were some old building blocks beneath the crib, and a put-the-shape-through-the-hole thing in the play pen, but in the larger fox's mind there was an awful lot of unfilled potential.

A murmur from below snapped him out of the train of thought, and he glanced down at the sleeping fennec. Down came the side of the crib, and he outstretched his paw to begin playing with Finn's ears.

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Finn's vision went grey slightly, and he mumbled as he felt something fussing one of his ears. It was getting annoying, so he batted away with a paw as he sat up, only to flinch as he felt the cold clammy itchy dampness beneath him. He smelt it too, the odour of fox piss.

The thing fussing with his ear came back and, opening his eyes, Finnick saw Nick towering above him, along with the nursey scene around him.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he remembered, before a sharp aching sting came from below. His bum was still raw and now itched badly. His paw went down to scratched it, rubbing itself onto the diaper.

He immediately regretted it, as the whole situation got damper and worse.

His paw came up, and went back down, this time inside the diaper. Even through his fur it felt gross, but before he could so much as get a scratch in the paw was torn away, held up by Nick.

"I'll go easy on you, given that you're itchy and new to this," he warned.

Finnick gulped as he knelt beneath the bed and brought up a ruler, holding the offending paw tighter.

"ONE!"

SNAP

The ruler whipped down, and Finnick flinched as it sharply stung his paw pad.

"TWO!"

CRACK

Again, it snapped down, the fennec biting his entombed teeth harder together from the pain.

"THREE!"

THWACK!

He slammed his eyes closed and trembled, before opening them slightly. Looking forwards, he saw Nick place the ruler back down and then lean forwards. Before he knew what was happening, he had a paw beneath each armpit and was being lifted up. He scowled furiously as Nick brought him in and kissed him gently between the eyes. That was both demeaning and hypocritical!

"The book advises ten swats for feeling inside your diapee," Nick whispered, "but you weren't to know so I went easy on you."

Finnick's scowl got harder, and Nick rolled his eyes.

"Come on… It was obvious that you weren't supposed to put your paws down there, or mess with it in any way." He gave a cocky smile, before booping Finnick on his nose. "And don't go trying to take it off," he warned gently, "you'll make yesterday look like a picnic."

There was a ping in the distance, and Nick's ears rose. "Speaking of which," he noted, before smiling. "Breaky is ready, but first let's do something about that diapee, shall we?"

Finnick's eyes widened at that, any anger at having to endure a change washed away by the relief of getting out of the sodden item. As he was placed down, he waddled up the large steps, putting up with the horrible sensation of it rubbing in, or smushing up as he sat down onto it. Lying down, he watched as Nick did up the safety belt, but left his paws unrestrained. Finnick took the opportunity to rub his throbbing paw, only to cut from it when a set of fingers came down to rub his stomach.

"You really worked that diaper, finny foo," Nick teased, in what was a genuine baby talk voice. "Didn't you? Didn't youuuuu…."

FInnick death glared back at him but resisted the urge to scream something. Instead, he just closed his eyes and laid his head back on the table, wishing for it to be over and done with.

He was burst out of that hope as a set of fingers dove down and tickled his stomach, making him burst out into involuntary laughter.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…."

He trailed off as the tickling stopped, realising that he was smiling a bit before shaking it off. His anger and resentment flooded back in, and he closed his eyes waiting for it to be over.

There was the snap and crinkle of plastic, and he felt something being dragged up his legs. It clung to his fur tight, pulling it back as it rose. His eyes opening with confusion, he felt both legs get lifted up and something snap onto the front of his diaper. His tail was grabbed, the sensation making him flinch, and he felt its tip get pushed through something before it was pulled all the way through, his fur kicked up as it went.

There was a snap as something flicked against his back, before he was dropped back down into his wetness. Nips and tugs came, adjusting the three areas where something pinched onto him. His legs, and his waist. Looking up, Finnick's eyes widened as he saw not a new diaper, but a very white and baggy set of plastic pants covering his old one.

It looked like he was wearing a shopping bag.

'WHAT THE HELL', he thought, and this time he wouldn't keep it in. "…O…. …E… ….Ell!"

Nick smiled and patted him on the head. "I couldn't tell whether that was meant to be rude or not, but let's presume it wasn't, shall we?"

FInnick gulped as he saw the evil look on Nick's face, and looked on as a giant paw came down to rest on his diaper.

"If you look at the time big guy," he noted, glancing to the clock. "It's only quarter to eight."

Finnick frowned, one eye getting bigger and its eyebrow rising while the other squinted.

"We're starting you middle to lower on privileges," Nick explained. "That means we only officially check your diaper five times a day. Eight, ten-thirty, one, three-thirty and six. I saw it might leak, so I added the poofy poofy plastic panties to keep it in."

Finnick's scowl got larger, before he cringed as Nick literally rubbed it in, powerful massaging all around the diaper area. The little fox whimpered as his butt itched and stung, but could only watched as the two large paws scooped him up, before carrying him out.

Naturally, it was in a position that had most of his weight on the diaper, making it even worse. He watched his nursery vanish behind him, and secretly longed for the old fashioned prison cell that he was more familiar with.

At least he had dignity there.

Then again, was dignity worth the rest of his life?

He was carried through into a kitchen, before being slipped down hard into a highchair. This time, the impact did something, and he felt a trickle of pee flow from his diaper. It was stopped by the plastic panties though, and the raw wetness dissipated slightly as the urine flowed to the seat of his pants, likely getting mopped up by the underside of the diaper.

A tray snapped closed in front of him and pushed in tight, and he felt Velcro straps tie his paws into place. He strained and tried to move, but he was at the mercy of the caretaker.

A caretaker who'd just prepared another bottle of formula, and a bowl of warm porridge, filled with brown bits of bug.

While the latter would normally make the whole thing more appetizing, it instead reminded Finnick of the bowel movement he'd had the day before, not helped by the texture of the porridge as Nick stirred it. Combined with the smell and feeling from below, the small fox felt queasy.

Nick placed a large plastic bib onto him, before coming in with the first spoonful. "Here comes the aeroplane! NEOOOOWWWWWW!"

The spoon tipped again his lips and began pushing, gunk slipping off.

"Open up now. Open up."

FInnick pointed at his stomach. "..Ick," he tried to explain, only to feel the spoon dive in. His mouth closed around it, and he felt the bland taste and texture drool only his tongue. It wasn't that nice, but it wasn't that bad either.

His mouth hung open for a little bit, as if he was going to spit it out, before he grunted and closed his mouth, sucking it all back given his tongue's uselessness.

He swallowed, before jolting down as some light taps rained on his head.

"If you want your diapee changed at eight, I want you to eat all you num-nums. Can you do that?"

Finnick cursed the larger fox, and so began the feeding. He had ten minutes to finish the food and, though the bottle made an appearance a good few times, Nick said he didn't need to finish it. The small fox endured the tasteless slop, taking each larger spoonful after the other. The odd bit of liquid was nicer, given that the formula had a semi-pleasant taste and helped to wash his mouth out.

It couldn't handle his face though which, due to Nick's playfulness, got messy with porridge. Some also slipped out of Finnick's mouth, complete with spit and saliva, and pooled in the bottom of the bib. Once the bowl was emptied, the spoon dove into there, and the little fox endured having to eat the blander, colder, more miserable mix.

"Last call of the num-num express!" Nick announced, sickeningly enthusiastic about it as he made choo-choo noises. Finnick closed his eyes and took it, biting down as the red fox made a train whistle sound. One final whistle, and it was done.

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"Well, you ate it all on time," Nick said happily, before patting Finnick's head. The fennec's ears perked down, and he flinched hard at the humiliating treatment. He was relieved, though, that he was getting out of the flooded diaper soon.

The bottle, half full, went in, and he began sucking. The extra warmth really did improve the taste, and it would be good to clear out the flavour of the porridge. Settling into a groove, Finnick sucked and sucked, using it to take his mind off of the uncomfortable diaper that he sat in, a low level stinging of his skin now constant.

He also needed to use it again.

Badly.

Closing his eyes as he sucked in, and remembering what Nick said about changes, he slowly began to let go. Hot urine came out, trickling around and through his crotch, before out and onto his legs. He felt the plastic pants keep it in though, just.

For once, he didn't feel that much wetter, likely due to him being as wet as could be already.

Finishing the bottle, he watched as a wet wipe came up and roughly cleaned around his face. The bib was taken off, and Nick moved in with two fingers. Finnick watched as they went into the front of his diaper, pulling the hem back and feeling in. There was a twinge on his sheath, before Nick pulled his paw back and shook it, whistling.

"Woooo, little Toot Toot. You REALLY worked that diaper, didn't you!"

He stayed silent as the top of his head was ruffled, and gritted his mouth-guarded teeth as his chin was pinched and shook.

"Now that I know you're such a heavy nighttime wetter, I'll have to sort out much thicker diapers," he commeted, before leaning down and starting to undo the chair.

'Or you coulda not given me five bottles before, one recently, and had me locked up for thirteen hours' he thought, the only outside sign being a severe pout. The train of thought carried on as two paws lifted him up by his armpits and began carrying him back to the nursery. He looked over to the changing table and was placed down at the bottom of the steps, and encouraging pat being placed on his rear.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, before making the climb up. He could feel liquid move from side to side as he climbed, before he reached the top and lay himself down.

Nick loomed over, and Finnick looked away as he felt the plastic pants get pulled away.

His fur remained damp and nasty as the diaper, dripping as it was carried, was pulled away from him and bagged. He breathed in and out. About time, he thought.

His train of thought was interrupted as Nick suddenly picked him up, and he gulped, thinking he was going to repeat the assault from before. Fear coursed through him, and he began and wiggle and squirm, grunting as he tried to break free.

"Just a dozen spankies Finnick," Nick said, and the fennec calmed down slightly, remembering that he was due it. Nick sat down on the rocking chair, Finnick on his lap, and raised his paw.

THWACK

"ONE," Nick yelled, and Finnick whimpered. His sensitive cheeks flared up much more this time around, holding the bruising from yesterday's assault and the night spent soaked.

THWACK

"TWO"

Whimper…

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THWACK

"THREE"

"oooh…"

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THWACK

"Five"

"ah…"

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THWACK

"FIVE"

"ohhhh…"

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THWACK

"SIX"

"aaaaahhhh…"

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THWACK

"SEVEN"

"aaaaaaaaargh…"

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THWACK

"EIGHT!"

"Aaaaaaaarghhhhh…"

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THWACK

"NINE!"

"AAAARGH!"

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THWACK

"TEN"

"AAAAARHHHHH! Aaaaah…"

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THWACK

"ELEVEN!"

"AAARGGHHHHH ARGhhh arghhh" .

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THWACK

"TWELVE!"

"ARRGHHHH! Arghhhh! Aaaaaahhhh….. aaaaaah." Whimper whimper….

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If there was one thing Finnick could be sure of, as he was carried back over to the changing table and dropped down hard onto his stinging bum, it was that he was damn glad he chose to finish officer toot-toots bottle.

He lay down, trying to manage the pain, before he felt it his fur part as something cool was massaged down into his skin. He opened his eyes and looked on as Nick massaged lotion into his diaper area, the soothing effect of the medicine already being felt. Nick noticed him looking, and gently pushed him back down flat, pulling the safety belt across for good measure. Then came the new diaper, slid up. Nick looked on sympathetically, before grabbing some baby powder.

"I think you can have this now, help keep that fur of yours less damp," he announced, as it was sprinkled all through Finnick's diaper area. The whole thing was wrapped up, and the large fox lifted Finnick up.

"Now," he announced, hideously cheerful. "Does little toot-toot want to wait for daddy to get himself ready in the crib, or the playpen. You lead the way."

Thinking it would at least be a change, Finnick got up and pointed at the playpen. Nick then grabbed him by the scruff, much to his surprise, and opened the playpen top. Dropping him in, the thing was locked up, and the fennec recovered to see him grab a fox plush and a rattle.

In they went, and then Nick left for good.

Finnick mumbled, looking around the place.

He stood up and walked here and there.

There really wasn't that much to do.

He looked around, noticing some of those elephant murals that adorned the place. He went over to a bead game thing, built into the wall, which occupied him for ten or so seconds.

Lying down on his front, as his back was still a bit raw, he looked at the fox girl plush, and her little pink dress. With nothing better to do, he held her. Then stroked her slightly.

It helped.

A bit.

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Time passed, and Nick returned.

"I see you found Bella ballet brush!" he said happily, before lifting the door. "Mind if I…"

He took the doll from him, taking her out of the room as Finnick looked on, before returning. He grabbed some items out of the wardrobe and placed them on the changing table, before grabbing Finn and lifting him up and out.

"Let's get you dressed!"

Finnick just went along. He put his arms up when a toy train print onesie went on, Nick snapping the buttons below closed. He made sure the leg ruffles of the diaper stuck out nicely, before pulling on a light blue set of shorts. Finally, a t-shirt covered in little carrots went on top.

He was then lowered, and backed off a bit as the anti-walk booties were pulled onto him. He felt the dull spike in each push between his foot pads, ready to spear up if he tried to stand up on them.

Then came a pacifier clip, gripping on over his chest. A purple pacifier was attached to the other end, and then pushed into Finnick's mouth. He bit down on it, but did nothing.

"Your pacifier target starts today champ," Nick noted, bringing out his phone. "You're not working towards it now, so suck once."

Finnick did so, sucking back once, and noticing Nick smile. "One down, many many more to go. For every 1% below you are by tonight, you earn two spankies."

Finnick gulped.

"Or paddlings, or canings!"

His eyes went wide.

"I can choose," Nick noted. "So remember to be good. I'll tell you at your changes if you're on target or not, so you'll have warning."

Finnick nodded, and began sucking. It felt awkward and a chore, but he guessed he'd better get used to it. He carried on as he was picked up, and taken out of his room.

What he saw outside though made him stop. His eyes went wide, and his pacifier dropped out of his mouth, and he began to struggle and whimper and even try and beg.

"Count of three, little Finny," Nick sternly said. "One…"

Finnick calmed down, and closed his eyes, not wanting another tanning. He instead began to grimace, fighting back tears, as he was placed into a familiar pink stroller and buckled up, a key going into a new lock on the five-point strap and shutting it closed.

"Ready to go outside little Toot Toot!" Nick proudly announced, as he opened up the door to their apartment.

"…..OOOO!" Finnick wailed, as he squirmed and fidgeted again.

There was nothing he could do though, as he was taken back outside.