MuffinDirectly copy/pasted from Cohost:
So, I figured why not just start re-posting my old stories in order? This story was my very first one, and after rereading it... Kinda like it. Feels more fleshed out then most of my more recent stuff weirdly. this is also where my little bunny boy victim came from, he would later go from being a nameless "Bun" to Cinnamon, because he is my little Cinnamon bun <3
Yes, I named him Cinnamon for that pun, and that pun alone. At some point I need to finish naming the rest of my characters in my weird universe, each one named after a spice, and each one has a different set of kinks they indulge in. Often with each other. Anyways, here is my first ever twitter story:
"Ya know, when I applied for this job I didn't really think I'd have to help prep snacks..." The Bun said as he tied an apron around his waist, "I sorta thought this would be like babysitting, but ya know... twenty kids instead of one."
"Well, prepping snacks is part of babysitting sometimes, honestly you complain more then our toddlers do sometimes." Muffin replied as he set down several grocery bags. "Besides, it's overtime, that should motivate you right?"
"Yeah... I guess, so what are we making?" The bun asked, sifting through the bags.
"Chocolate chip cookies!" The skunk said with a grin. "My own 'special' recipe, the 'kids' love em!"
The Bunny tilted his head and gave the skunk a funny look. "Did you uh... emphasize there?"
"What? No, you're hearing things man... Now, do me a favor a start measuring out the wet ingredients while I get the dry stuff mixed ok?" The skunk's tail twitched slightly and his grin grew slightly.
"You can handle that right? Just take the recipe and multiply it four times..."
"Yeah man, I can do math, I passed the 3rd grade." The Bun responded with a slight scowl. "honestly, it's so easy the kids we take care of could do this."
"Ok, then why don't you show me? For one batch we need two teaspoons of hot water, so how many is that for four batches?" Muffin asked, his tail twitching again, a soft scent of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies slowly filling the air.
"Dude, it's... uh..." The bun paused for a moment, his nose twitching, picking up a hint of the smell in the air, it smelled good... But distant, he sniffed again and got a far off look in his eyes. The smell seemed to remind him of something...His head felt a little foggy, and he felt a warmth slowly wash over him...
"Hey, you with me?" Muffin asked, snapping the bun back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, eight, sorry we need eight teaspoons."
"So, you gunna get them? I've already got my stuff together while you were staring off into space." The bun looked confused for a moment, looking down at the table he saw that indeed all the dry ingredients had already been measured out and mixed.
"I... Sorry, sorta blanked there for a second..." He said, confused. "I um... Yeah..." He retrieved a measuring spoon set from the drawer, followed by a small bowl, and then turned on the water.
"Woah there, we aren't trying to waste water here, turn it on slow so you can measure it out properly..." Muffin said, his tail twitching again, the scent of cookies slowly overtaking the room.
"Calm down man, I just wanted to get the water hot like... the recipe... calls... for..." He replied, his voice trailing off as he smelled the cookies in the air. He stared at the water, the flow slowed to slightly more then a trickle, he vaguely recalled helping bake cookies when he was younger... The pleasant warm feeling slowly washed over the Bun again as he stared into the trickle of water... The warmth felt good, so good... And he heard a voice...
"Just focus, add the water slowly... Slowly... and carefully... Watch how it flows... Look at it, flowing so freely... Isn't it great?" The voice said, and he felt himself nod slowly in agreement, letting the warmth take him... He felt like he was floating... No... Swimming, in nice warm pool... And then he snapped back to reality.
"Oh no!" Muffin gasped, covering his muzzle. The Bun turned bright right as he realized what had happened. He was standing in a puddle, his jeans soaked, and very, VERY embarrassed.
"I... I don't... I-I... " He stuttered. Trying to give an explanation, ANY explanation for what he had done.
"Shhhh it's ok, we are trained to handle it when someone has an accident." Muffin said in a soothing tone. "Here, let's go get you cleaned up ok?"
The Bun couldn't stop blushing as his coworker lead him to the employee bathroom, holding his paw the entire way. The skunk attempted to help him undress, but was quickly shoved out and locked out of the bathroom.
"I can handle a 5 minute shower dude, just... Promise you won't tell anyone, ok?" He heard through the door.
"I promise, I won't tell anyone you had an accident. " Muffin replied with a giggle. "I'll be right back."
A few minutes later the bun heard a knock at the door and cracked it open. Outside was his coworker, holding something... colourful.
"No, absolutely not, not a chance in HELL am I wearing that." The Bun growled.
"You know the rules, if anyone has an accident they have to wear pull-ups for the rest of the day."
"That's for the KIDS you idiot, I'm NOT wearing it."
"The rule doesn't specify kids, its ANYONE, and if you don't wear it then... I'm afraid I'll have to... Tell."
"You wouldn't dare."
"I would, you peed yourself, in the kitchen, while prepping snacks. I'm giving you one chance to not lose your job."
They stared at each other, neither one saying a word for a full minute before the Bun finally caved.
"Fine, give it here." He said, grabbing the colourful cartoon pullup.
"I'll be in the kitchen." The skunk said, his tail twitching again as he skipped back to work. As the Bun exited the bathroom he was met with a strong smell of fresh cookies, he let out a sigh and forgot about the thin crinkly garment between his legs. He felt a small grin form, something about the feeling of the pull-up and the smell of cookies... It almost made him feel like a kid again... He started making his way to the kitchen, ready to help make cookies when he saw the kids had left some of their toys out.
He sighed and headed into the play area, even without anyone here he couldn't just let toys be left out... He grabbed a puppy plushie off the floor and looked at it, staring into it's smooth bead eyes and then heard Muffin calling from the kitchen.
"Hey where are you? You gunna help me roll this dough out or not?"
The Bun looked up confused. How was he done making the dough already? And then he noticed that he was sitting in the floor surrounded by blocks and plushies, the puppy plushie sitting in his lap.
"Hey, you gunna sit there playing all day? Or did you wanna help me make cookies?" Muffin asked again, suddenly standing over him.
"I... Um... I saw some toys that needed to be put away... I was going to pick them up and then..."
"And then decided to sit and play instead?" Muffin asked, his tail twitching again.
"I... W-what?"
"You got out of the shower like forty-five minutes ago man, I waited for you but then just decided to finish the dough without you."
"W-what? F-forty-five minutes? No, I just... like a minute ago..." The Bun tried to explain as he stood up, suddenly realizing it had indeed been some time given the state of his pull-up.
"Um... Hate to tell you this, but you're shapes are gone, guess it's a good thing I insisted on protection isn't it?"
"I... I don't... I didn't..."
"Hey, it's ok... Let's go roll out the dough, and then get you changed ok?" Muffin said taking the Bun's paw, "Come on, it will only take a few minutes..."
The Bun's mind went hazy as he followed the skunk, the smell of cookies was intense now... Almost like... It was coming from... Him... Sheepishly the Bun leaned forward and took a deep sniff of the skunks tail. Instantly his mind went numb, he felt so... Relaxed, so... Giddy... So... Impressionable...
"Ok, so you know how to roll out cookies right?" Muffin asked, pulling the bun back to reality again.
"I.. uh... cookie..." The Bun mumbled.
"Here, you just take a small piece of dough, and you roll it up, like this," Muffin explained, carefully showing the Bun.
"Here, why don't you try..." Muffin said, an evil grin forming on his face. "Just take a little piece of this soft... Mushy... dough..."
"M... M-mushy..."
The Bun mumbled as he pulled a small chunk of dough off the giant blob in the bowl. "Soft..."
"That's right... Soft... And mushy... Careful now... I know it might be hard for you to... 'hold it'."
the Bun looked visibly confused for a moment as he tried to roll the dough into a small ball, what did that mean? Hold it? His mind started to feel heavy and foggy again the more he tried to think about it... Hold it? Hold what?
"How does the uh... Dough... Feel? Does it feel nice and soft?"
The Bun nodded slowly as he took another small clump of dough and tried to roll it out. He felt something else, a fullness? Something... He knew what it was, but his foggy head just couldn't seem to process it...
"So now, we take our soft... Mushy... Dough, and we just... puuuuuush it gently onto the cookie sheet..." Muffin said, placing the ball on the sheet and pressing it gently down with his palm. "You try now... Just... Push... Puuush for me..."
The bun nodded and leaned over the table, placing the ball of dough on the tray, he felt a sudden discomfort, the fullness had shifted when he leaned forward and now whatever it was he didn't like how it felt.
He wasn't sure what to do, he felt his body move on it's own into a squatting position, and then suddenly he knew what he had to do, he had to push!
Muffin watched as the bun squatted in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes blank, staring off into nothingness as he made the most adorable little grunting sounds.
The Bun let out a grunt as he pushed, the uncomfortable full feeling suddenly being replaced with a much more pleasant feeling of something warm and mushy pushing into his pull-up. His blank expression turned to one of blissful joy as his pull-up ballooned out to contain his load. A tiny bit of drool dribbled from the Buns maw as he let out another soft grunt and pushed again, emptying himself completely into the pull-up.
The pull-up sagged visibly, the cartoonish designs completely faded away, and the Bun felt a sudden weakness in his knees. The skunk slipped a paw under the Bun and pressed it firmly against the seat of the pull-up.
"Soft and mushy, good boy..." He whispered to the Bun, wrapping his tail around him.
"Let's go get you cleaned up, and properly diapered... I'm sure all the kids will love having a new playmate tomorrow... And I know a mommy who loves diaper fillers who will happily take you home with her after we close..."
#Diapers #Messy #Regression #Unaware #Forced #Unwilling #Slow_burn
Andy Paciorek πβ
