A Rabbit Tale: The Mirror | Chapter IX [Comm] (Patreon)

Chapter IX

It had been almost nine months since their anniversary, and Fievel had grown relatively accustomed to his new schedule. Annie too had begun to mesh well with the rabbit family, and it was more often than not that she would greet Marisa good morning while she was in the middle of wiping Fievel’s bottom in the middle of the living room carpet. Marisa would sip on her coffee, nodding kindly over to Annie while she watched affectionately as her oversized baby bunny cooed softly through the guard of his pacifier while his ankles were raised high above him. 

Maris would go to work, and Annie would content herself with quiet mornings to herself and her new book while Fievel was placed in his playpen to stare at his favorite morning cartoons. The otter would occasionally rise from the couch, stooping down in front of the playpen and inserting two searching fingers inside of the leak guard of his diaper. She would usually find it slightly soggy, but there was the occasional morning where the oversized rabbit would have more than one bowel movement in the morning. In such cases, she would whisk him off to the changing table in his bedroom, no matter how much he babbled about wanting to continue watching his little show. 

The afternoon would consist of a light lunch, as given the rabbit’s relative lack of movement Marisa had expressed concern about not going over a caloric limit. Carrots, celery, kale, and a few pieces of fruit were gently offered to Fievel, who remained obedient enough not to make too much of a mess as he accepted each morsel between his bucked teeth. Annie would place a bib on him regardless, as it made cleaning him up significantly easier if not all of the food would make its way into his muzzle. She would shush him quietly if he fussed for his pacifier during his feedings, as he was now perpetually nursing on it when he was not being fed, reminding him that he could not have both at once as she placed raspberry after raspberry into his muzzle. He would nod, understanding to some degree that the otter was making sense, as the fur around his muzzle grew dark red from the continuous stream of staining fruits. 

The afternoons would usually be a little bit more active, as Marisa had purchased a baby bouncer for her husband to enjoy himself in in the frame of the doorway to the kitchen. Annie had found it most amusing seeing how giddily the rabbit would enjoy himself, springing up on his legs and landing downwards nimbly on his feet with a muffled squish coming from the sodden contents of his padding. It was his workout, or as close of a workout as his caretakers would allow, as when the rabbit was not under supervision he found himself usually getting into trouble. One time he had been found chewing on the wires of his wife’s charging cable to her work laptop, another time he had been drawing with a pencil on the walls, and the most memorable time which had made the final decision to never leave him unsupervised was when he had tried to cook himself mac and cheese and ending up setting the cardboard container on fire. 

If he ever was left to his own devices, Annie was told to lock padded mittens onto his wrists, and utilize the leash and harness while placing him in his playpen. He would occasionally fuss at this, pawing helplessly at the clips of the harness with his useless paws. But as was with everything he was told to do, a firm admonishment to behave was usually enough to get him to remain obedient. 

There was one exception, and that was his growing libido. Not a trace of his original reluctance to wear diapers remained, and he seemed to now have developed a particular fascination with them. Annie would often find him rubbing the front of his soggy diaper with a wandering paw, the front of his padding tented from apparent pleasure in being securely taped up in such an article of clothing. Annie would usually ignore this, save for when the rabbit began fiddled with the tapes of his padding in order to reach inside of his diaper. Then the mitts would go on, and Fievel would have no other choice other than to try his best to stimulate himself through the thick insulation rendering his paws useless. 

Marisa, on the other hand, had come to welcome this rise in the rabbit’s libido as it had become a relatively welcome development. Having to work hard to sustain both her and her husband, as well as pay Annie’s babysitting fees, she had become rather frustrated with the recent lack of action. Taking advantage of the synchronous horniness of her husband, she was taking deliberate pleasure in denying him satisfaction as long as she had none either. After browsing online for a few hours, she had selected what she thought was the perfect solution to Fievel’s unbridled horiness. 

Plastic, shaped like a carrot, and equipped with a small heart-shaped lock, Marisa kept the key of the chastity cage on a chain she wore around her neck during work. Fievel had not been pleased by the inability to grope himself through his soggy padding throughout the day, and would often whine to her in the evenings when she was placing him in his night-time diaper that he wanted it to come off. Marisa would toy with the idea, rolling a finger around the chain hanging from her neck as she lifted Fievel’s caged member from the base of the cage. The answer was almost always a no, but seeing her oversized baby bunny squirm gave her a deliberate sense of satisfaction. 

Fievel would remain unsatisfied, sometimes even humping his stuffed animals throughout the day in a desperate attempt to gain some sensation back in his imprisoned pecker. It was an entire two weeks before Marisa finally relented, pressing her vibrator against the front of his soggy diaper until Fievel finished straight into the padded underwear he was no longer allowed out of. His legs squirmed, the muscles in his chest and tummy spasmed, and his eyes rolled upwards as he finally expressed himself straight into the swollen front of his diaper. Marisa was a fan of this, no longer was she obligated to do little else other than hold her vibrator against his erection and she could dictate when and where he would receive relief. 

Shortly after, it was right back into the chastity cage. Annie too was a fan of this new addition, as it made cleaning Fievel up significantly easier without having to deal with a stiffy blocking her ability to bring up the front of his padding over him. To Fievel’s frustration, both of the women in his life were happiest when his pecker was locked up tightly in its little carrot cage.