Careful What You Wish For | Chapter 22 [Comm] (Patreon)

Chapter 22: Girlfriends

Muarauder’s ankles were quivered as they were raised above him. The awkward position was one he had been ordered to maintain by Darla as she tried to figure out the best method to approach changing him.

The poor timber wolf could feel the rash beginning to heighten in intensity, as it had already begun to itch somewhat when he had been put down in his crib the night before. His sleep had been interspersed at best, as he had woken up and fought the urge to scratch at the backseat of his diapers.

He knew at this point that manipulating his diaper in any fashion or form while a rash was brewing would only further exacerbate the issue. However, having been picked up by Darla and deposited on her hip, his night’s efforts had been rendered useless as with an audible squish he was pressed into his mess.

Muarauder had whimpered, cringing as a cry had escaped his muzzle just audible through his pacifier gag. His babysitter had looked at him, a look of surprise poorly concealed on her face. From it, Muarauder gathered that she had intended on leaving him in his soiled state until the weekend was over, whether as a punishment or out of pure laziness he could only guess at. But it was in that moment of genuine anguish that she took pity on him, and realized that her babysitting job would actually require her to put forth more effort than she had originally anticipated.

But that did not mean that she was necessarily pleased to do what she had to do when it came to cleaning the timber wolf up.

“Youtube has literally nothing for it…”

Darla muttered, tapping through her phone with her other paw resting on Muarauder’s exposed belly. It was not much for comfort, as he was sure that Darla was only doing this to evade any possible retribution from Nanny, but he appreciated the contact nevertheless.

Rummaging in the drawers situated beneath the surface of the babified sissy’s changing table, Darla appeared to find what she was looking for as she resurfaced with a look of triumph on her muzzle.

“Yeah, alright…”

She muttered to herself, pulling the rubber latex gloves onto her paws with a look of renewed determination on her muzzle.

Laying her phone down before opening up a package of wet wipes, Darla turned her attention to the tapes straining on the landing zone of Muarauder’s swollen padding.

After untaping it, the two were hit with a most undesirable aroma. Muarauder would have laughed at Darla’s look of disgust had he not been both in pain and pacifier-gagged. His sense of amusement was short-lived, as the immense relief of being cleaned soon washed over him as Darla dabbed at his backside with the wet wipes.

He hoped that she would remember to apply rash cream after she was done, as he had no way of communicating it to her at that moment. Still, she worked dutifully until his fur was properly cleaned. This was an improvement, especially because he was no longer being hosed down. Even if he had had to suffer through an entire Saturday’s worth of being ignored and neglected he was at least being cleaned.

Muarauder’s heart fluttered when he saw Darla reach over for the rash ointment, his nostrils were rewarded with the cool scent of Eucalyptus leaf and mint as she spread the medicine over his backside and kneaded it into his fur. Relief came almost immediately, as the practically unbearable stinging abated and eventually ceased entirely to be replaced by the cooling balm’s effects.

Muarauder whimpered once more, tears of relief welling in his eyes as his body visibly relaxed. Darla pursed her lips, appearing slightly more distraught at the ordeal she had put him through. Under her breath, he was just able to catch a few words of what she was muttering.

“...said don’t spoil… but this… too far I guess…”

At the moment, he did not care to attempt to figure out what she meant. All he knew was that his butt no longer felt as if it were being stuck by hundreds of bees, and the welcome sight of a fresh, pink diaper coming into his view made him feel almost happy.

Sure, having a diaper twenty-four seven got old after a while, but having a fresh diaper put on after sitting in a sodden or messy state for an extended period of time was a rush of dopamine that never got old. Muarauder could feel his eyes grow heavy from the release of stress, despite the fact that he had just woken up.

All he wanted for the moment was to savor the fact that he was being taken care of like a baby needed, something he had been yearning for for almost two days.

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Muarauder woke up from his nap in his living room playpen to the sound of multiple women’s voices in the hallway. They were loud, to the point of being obnoxious and it had stirred him out of a welcome sleep.

“Where is she?”

“Do you have the dress?”

“Really? It’s a permanent cage?”

“And you’re getting paid how much?”

Muaruader opened his eyes and rubbed them with his paws, then stopped to gape as he watched a young antelope, cheetah, and dachshund pad into the living room. They stopped, staring at him with curious eyes as the cheetah brought out her phone and started to record.

“Ladies, this is princess and she’s going to be playing dress-up with us on Instagram live today!”

What…

It was all happening too fast. Only a few minutes ago it felt like he was being dressed into one of his favorite flannel sleepers for what he presumed to be a chill Sunday afternoon and now there were three young women in his living room that he had never seen before.

Putting two and two together, he figured they were Darla’s cronies. As he continued to blink the sleep out of his eyes, Darla walked into the room and snapped her fingers impatiently.

“What did I say, she needs to take her nap before we play dress-up. Kitchen,

now.”

Appearing somewhat irked, the three girls followed after Darla, the dachshund

glancing over at Muarauder with what appeared to be a malicious grin on her muzzle. Something about it looked hungry, as if she were looking forward to having Muarauder served on a silver platter.

The timber wolf could feel his heart pounding in his chest, still trying to get over the shock of having several strangers barge into something he presumed was a private space. He knew now what was going to happen, and the fact that he had to wait for it made it even worse.

He was going to be paraded on stream, toyed with, and used as a dress-up dolly for the women to amuse themselves with. The fact that that was what was awaiting him after he finished his “nap-time” made it nearly impossible to sleep.

In the kitchen, the girls continued to speak as loudly as possible, their volume utterly unrestrained as they fought over the attention of Darla who appeared to suddenly be taking the responsibility of taking care of Muarauder very seriously. The sudden appearance of her sense of duty when it came to his knees struck a nerve with Muarauder, as it showed the two-faced nature of Darla. She spoke, her voice quivering with importance.

“Yes, it’s a lot of work. She needs constant attention and expert level care.”

So why are you here…

Muarauder thought grimly to himself, still remembering the echoes of the stinging backside he had been forced to sleep with. Darla continued, further flattering herself.

“Apparently there were twenty applicants and I was selected out of the lot of them.”

The girls echoed their admiration, sounding like nothing more than her army of yes-women. Muarauder could tell immediately what kind of friend group this was. It was the kind where they pretended to get along and be friendly, but were secretly plotting against one another out of jealousy and spite.

The kind of toxic friendship he was not surprised that Darla was fond of entertaining, judging from her clear lack of empathy towards his plight. One of the girls spoke up.

“So when’s naptime over? My Instagram feed already has viewers in it and they’re getting impatient!”

Darla clucked her tongue, responding with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“When I say it’s over, Janice. If she doesn’t get her nap time she gets cranky later.”

How would you know?

Muarauder thought to himself, pulling the blanket over him and attempting to snuggle down in as small a ball as possible, crinkling as he did so.

Attempting to get some rest in before whatever torment they were going to subject him to would probably be a good idea, and despite the fact that he was dreading what was going to happen next, Muarauder closed his eyes and attempted his best to rest.