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Chapter 10

Ari felt the strength of the mechanical vixen as she lifted him up, showing no visible amount of effort as he was raised aloft above the waiting bouncer beneath him. He trembled for a moment, his mind reeling as to what kind of exhausting bout of sensation he would go through were all of his body weight positioned on the one thing that seemed to cause him endless amounts of pleasure. 

His mind felt as if it were drunk off of his libido, so distracted was he by the prospect of bouncing up and down on his diapers that he had completely forgotten the steps leading up to his conditioning. Ari was living in the moment, and in that moment his mind was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement for the play time that lay ahead of him. 

The owl’s legs shook as they slid through the holes in the bottom of the bouncer, before his padded bottom was comfortably nestled within its desired slot. The bouncer rose all the way up to his chest, securing his entire torso in a snug fit, which the vixen adjusted to an even cleaner fit as she pulled on a few straps. 

“There, and now to make sure that my little one doesn’t get any ideas.”

She crooned, grasping him by the mittened wrists and guiding them over his head. Ari watched, suckling on his pacifier in an attempt to cool his nerves as the buckles on the bottom of his mittens were clicked into several D-rings situated on the tops of the bouncer straps. Suspended, with his arms over his head and utterly helpless to do anything in his current situation other than squirm and wiggle, the vixen stood back to admire her handiwork. 

Clasping two paws by her cheeks, she swayed side to side as she admired her charge. 

“Well don’t you look as cute as a button! I could just eat you up. Be a good little hatchie for me now and get your bouncies in, okay sweetheart?”

Unable to respond, Ari mumbled unintelligibly to himself as he looked down to see that he was well above the floor for even the tips of his talons to grasp at. The entirety of his weight was placed on his padded bottom, and he figured if he wanted to keep himself from overexerting himself he should try to move as little as possible.

“Oh! I almost forgot, how silly of me.”

Something in the tone of the caretaker told Ari that she had very much not forgotten, as if a machine intelligent were capable of such a thing, and he watched with wide, frightened eyes as she reached behind him. He heard a distinct click, and as she withdrew he felt something shift above him. 

The vixen smiled at him, even as Ari felt himself suddenly grow very excited. The bouncer began to bob him up and down gently, the elastic bands that suspended him causing him to rise and fall several inches with quick succession. With each downward bounce, he felt himself pressing into the lush, soft confines of his diaper. Had it not just been freshly changed, he was sure, he would have undoubtedly finished there and then from the first few initial bounces. 

The fox turned around, calling casually over her shoulder as she sauntered her way towards the exit. 

“Be good now, little one. Momma’s going to prepare you something yummy for dinner. Have fun!”

With that, she exited the room, the sound of hydraulic pumps and gas escaping following her exit which was quickly replaced by the idle silence of the nursery. 

Ari nervously glanced up at the bonds keeping his wings lifted up into the air, a stray feather from his right arm tickling him underneath his beak. His hands were completely incapacitated, and from what he saw of the metal clip keeping them raised there would be no way to wiggle out of them. 

The snow owl cringed as he felt himself rub against the heavenly soft padding surrounding his bottom and front, feeling his erection beginning to grow steadily in response to the consistently relentless oscillations. Some part of him told him that he should be trying to keep himself calm, and not give into the mounting arousal he was experiencing. 

But even as he tried to hold onto those worries, he found himself too distracted by how profoundly sensation it felt to have his diaper area constantly shifting about underneath him, pressing up against him, and swaddling his member in a way that felt downright euphoric. 

The snow owl panted, feeling his heart beat increase in his chest as the inevitable approach towards climaxing approached. It was not just the situation that was causing him such an elevated level of arousal, but the sheer helplessness of it. He imagined how he must look, easily taken control over by the vixen and placed into a device that he would have no hope of escaping from even if he had the mental willpower to try. 

He was a tied up bird, and he would sing when he was prompted to.

Ari pulled against his bonds, tugging at them in a futile manner while wriggling about in his bouncer. Part of his mind wanted to set himself free, while the other part garnered an enormous sense of satisfaction from being able to pull against restraints that simply would not give way. He felt trapped, a canary in its cage, and the fact that he was at the mercy of the mechanical vixen to change his diapers and lovingly take care of him was the cherry on the cake. 

He had no recollection of his previous attempts at escape, only an instinct that now seemed to be more focused on the sensual enjoyment of struggle than legitimate attempts at breaking himself free. Ari felt himself drawing nearer to the point of no return, and given the lengthy break he was given due to his nap he knew that once he finished he would not have his mental faculties in the same amount as he did then.

But he simply could not stop himself, as his hips bucked wildly causing the bouncer to bob up and down even more violently, he shot out his expression of absolute sexual delight. 

He chirped loudly, his cries the only sound that filled the room besides the muffled crinkle of his padding below. He felt saliva beginning to trickle down his petit beak, the exertion causing him to spasm and relax and spasm again in quick succession. 

All he knew was that with each bounce he felt himself growing more and more enamored with the padding between his legs. It took half of a minute for him to properly finish, as towards the end he was dry-cumming with no stop in sight. His cheeks were red from the effort, and in the wash of post-nut euphoria he felt his bladder relax and release itself into his padding.

This only served to further his arousal, although he had just finished he felt himself ramping up again once more, ready for something he never would have imagined he would have been capable of. As he felt the front of the diaper grow warm, expanding the more he deposited into it, he felt as if someone had lit a spark in his ball. 

He writhed, pulling reflexively at the bonds keeping him aloft and twitching as he felt himself finishing again, the second time arriving with an orgasm that was as if his nervous system were being electrocuted. His head was empty, drowning in the immensely satisfying sensation of being well-contained inside of his bouncer, drooling helplessly as he finished into his soggy padding. 

It took an entire minute for him to find himself again, his feathers soaked from perspiration and his member dangerously close to firing off again. He had managed to calm down somewhat, although the now squishy state of his diaper made it all he could do to not descend again into the ecstasy of orgasm. 

He hung limply, attempting to gather his thoughts as all that he could think about was how divine it felt to be contained in nothing more than his bouncer and soggy padding. For the rest of the hour, Ari shifted in and out of a hazy sleep, the gently rocking of the bouncer lulling him into a half-awake stupor while his wet diaper teased him mercilessly. 

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“Darling wake up, it’s time to get something into your little tummy!”

Blearily, Ari opened his eyes and looked up. Guided by a finger underneath his beak, he looked into the hexagonal eyes of his vulpine captor. She smiled down at him, her gaze wandering down and lingering on the sodden state of his padding. She continued, her voice warm and comforting.

“And just in time too, looks like you’re due for a little hydration.”

Ari’s eyes widened in response, at first not comprehending what she was saying. It took a moment to process, but he mumbled unintelligibly into his pacifier gag, forgetting in the moment of awakening that he had not been allowed speech for that day. 

“Mmmpf!

To his surprise, the vixen actually responded, nodding her head calmly as she withdrew the baby bottle he was becoming all too familiar with. 

“Yes darling, I know you’re hungry. Be a good little chick for me now and drink up.”

Reaching behind his head, she unclasped the gag’s locking mechanism before slowly withdrawing the bulb from his mouth. Ari barely had enough time to stretch his sore jaw muscles before the nipple of the bottle was presented firmly into his mouth. He suckled, his eyelids fluttered as the warmth of the sweet, creamy liquid began to wash down his throat. 

He had been parched, and had not been aware of it. It made sense, given the amount of effort he had exerted with his bouncer exercise. Vaguely, he wondered what his calorie count might have been. The brief return of clarity in his mind with such an adult question, however, was quickly washed away as the warmth from his drink began to spread out through the rest of his body. 

He nursed eagerly, arms still strung up by his sides. Ari felt grateful, his eyes now closed in a blissful expression as the growing hunger and thirst he had had soon became nothing more than a forgotten memory. The vixen stroked the feathers on his head, causing a shiver to run down his spine from the enjoyment of the physical affection. 

This was a different kind of bliss, the kind that comes with having all of one’s needs taken care of with nothing else to worry about than the simple act of being given a drink to consume.

The snow owl hardly noticed when his legs spread reflexively, allowing him more leverage to relieve himself as the front of his diaper expanded further. Unaware of the fact that he was wetting himself, he felt content enough to simply nurse and not worry about such bothersome things such as controlling when he went and when he did not. 

Reaching forward, the vixen gently groped the front of his diaper as if to check its contents. She hummed to herself, smiling approvingly as she noted that her charge was using his padding without consciously noticing it. Ari would have continued to be blissfully unaware of the state of his padding, but the sudden stimulation to the most sensitive part of his body resurged the excitement in his lower body. 

He gasped around the bottle, almost choking on the milk in his beak as his muscles tensed up. His legs kicked out, narrowingly missing the vixen as he finished once more. Now his padding was thoroughly soaked, his feathery bottom felt as if it were resting on a squishy waterbed. 

The vixen continued to hold the bottle firmly, softly encouraging the hapless chick to finish up his bottle despite the action happening in his pants. Ari complied as best as he could, continued to gulp and swallow even as his orgasm subsided. He was utterly incoherent, babbling nonsensically through the nipple in his mouth as with each continuous bounce the contents of his padding pressed up against him, squishing softly in his ear. 

“There you go sweetheart, drink up now.”

The vixen encouraged, softly kneading one of her arms against the front of his padding, causing Ari to draw dangerously close to another orgasm. He continued to nurse, in a state of mind where he would have been completely unable to do anything other than follow the soft, encouraging demands of his mechanical caretaker.

With one final swallow, the contents of the bottle were at last consumed. Ari let out a small burp, a rivulet of milk drooling out of the corner of his beak. Reaching inside of her apron, the vixen lovingly wiped away the excess drink off of the bird’s feathered front, clucking her tongue as she did so. 

“Good job darling! You finished up all of your din-dins!”

Ari smiled weakly, vaguely aware of the praise and wanting to respond in kind to the vixen’s excitement. Although he had just woken up from his dozing, he felt exhausted once more. The effort required to consume the bottle all in one go had been significant, and he found himself burping intermittently only to have his face wiped once again by the vixen.

“Okay sweetheart, can you make big pushies for me now?”

The question caught Ari off guard, his reaction time was somewhat stymied after the euphoric highs had been forced to go through. He considered the question, he brow furrowing as if he had been asked a deep philosophical query he wished to respond with as tactfully as he could.

His ruminations on the matter were pointless, however, as with a rising gurgle coming from his midsection the arrival of yet another uncontrollable need to vacate himself had arrived right on time. His gaze lowered down to the front of the bouncer, as if in slow motion. His movements were lethargic, and even before he was properly able to understand what was happening he felt the back of his padding expand momentarily as he passed gas. 

“Go on, darling!”

The vixen cheered on, appearing visibly pleased at her charge's relative eagerness to relieve himself. Ari cringed, a wave of cramps washing over him as the desire to void now became urgent. He tugged against the bonds holding his wings up, pointlessly struggling as he reflexively moved to clutch at his midsection. The inability to contort his body in fashion that might aid in holding it was significant, and before he knew it he was on the verge of helplessly messing himself.

With one final surge of discomfort from his abdomen, his legs scrunched forwards as if he were trying to squat, and with the full force of the bottle’s laxative contents he emptied himself into the seat of his pants. The firmness of the material that the bouncer was made of kept his padding close to him, which resulted in the mess spreading quickly through the confines of his diaper. He grunted, no longer caring how he sounded or what he looked like but only about relieving the pressure that plagued him. 

As muffled blorting sounds filled the room, along with the crackle of plastic adjusting itself to accommodate for the deposit he was now desperately trying to get rid of, the back seat of his diaper ballooned out dramatically. Undoubtedly, had he simply been standing around on the nursery floor his padding would have been drooping dramatically. The bouncer did its job, however, keeping its conformation stable and consistent as the inside of his diaper began full to the brim with his accident. 

“Very good little guy! You filled your diaper up all up for Momma like a good boy!”

“Goo’... Boy…”

Ari managed to croak out, having trouble finding his voice let alone words to articulate other than the ones presented to him by the vixen. He wriggled, reveling in the sensation of his heavily used diaper in a fashion he would not have days prior. No longer was he disgusted by the fact that he was unable to escape the constant reminder that now caked his backside. He was enjoying it, the sensation of having gotten rid of what was troubling his stomach felt almost as good as when he had been cumming endlessly into the front of his diaper. 

As if right on cue, he felt another spasm run through his body like lightning. The added pressure that was on his diaper as well as the swollen contents in his front giving his member a firm squeeze was like a match on a pool of gasoline. He screeched once, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as his sore head ejaculated once more in his used padding. 

He could not recall how many times he had finished into his oversized diapers, but he could tell that it had been a few too many as his head felt sore from the labor of having to continuously express his euphoric pleasure at wearing a used diaper. The vixen watched, nodding approvingly and continuing to stroke him on the head and underneath his beak. 

Ari shuddered, aware only of his padding and the affections that his caretaker was paying him. He felt as if he was on cloud nine, as the owl could think of nothing else he would want more than being praised for having absolutely destroyed his diapers after being fed. 

Something in the owl’s mind broke then, the last vestiges of will and independence vanishing into the void and leaving behind mere fragments of rebellion. He felt a little fussy, this fussiness grew to a feeling that was significantly more upset than he would have normally reacted in such a scenario. He sniffled, his accident now working its way into the feathers of his behind and beginning to sting. 

He wanted to be clean, now that he had finished for the umptieth time he desperately wanted to be clad in a fresh diaper. If only to give it the same treatment and love that he had given the current one he was nestled in. 

“Alright sweetheart, I think that’s enough fun in the bouncer for now. Let’s get that cute little bottom of yours into a fresh diaper, would you like that little one?”

Ari nodded his head, hardly able to bring his beak to form the words as he no longer knew what words to say. His brain was only a mixture of desires, a desire to be clean, a desire to be held, and above all else a desire to repeatedly show his diapers just how much he loved them. 

The vixen worked at unbinding the bird’s arms from their bonds. He lowered them down, feeling relief in his shoulders as they had been strung up for hours. The caretaker massaged them gently, using her other arm to unbuckle the straps on his back before finally lifting him up out of the bouncer and into her warm arms.

Ari clung to her, not even caring that she gently grabbed the back of his padding as if to check it. The owl squirmed, but did not resist. Bringing back the waist back of his padding, she chuckled softly and commented into the little bird’s ear.

“Looks like we’ve got quite the stinker on our paws, don’t we little chick?”

The owl responded by nestling further into her arms, not wishing to respond but only to have his used padding changed into something fresh. Without further ado, the vixen bustled her way over to the changing table, where she would give the little bird exactly what he wished for.