Chapter 1

The sun was shining brightly across the playground while a steady breeze blew and ruffled the young striped skunk’s fur as she stood in the middle of the football field. Her eyes following the rainbow colored kite dancing in the air at the end of the thin white string, tightly held in her small paw. Her round, black furred ears would flick back now and again as a squeal of laughter erupted from the other children playing on the swings or slide behind her.

“You’re a good girl. A happy little girl. Playing and having fun at the park. It’s okay that you have to wear a diaper. It’s okay to use that diaper. Good little girls like to wear and use their diaper. You’re a good little girl aren’t you?”

She felt her head nod as she responded to the words, but she never took her eyes off the kite, dancing left and right on the strong breeze. She felt the bulk now hanging on her hips, under the soft, pastel green skirt, pressing against her inner thighs and spreading her legs apart. The hem of her skirt threatened to rise up in the breeze and reveal her secret to the rest of the playground; A secret that she had to wear diapers.

Laughter again rang out across the playground. “Maybe they knew? Maybe they saw and now knew about her secret? Her problem?” The thought played through her mind as she anxiously questioned whether the laughter was directed at her.

“It’s okay. You’re a happy little girl, who needs her diapers and it doesn’t matter if others find it odd or funny. They don’t understand how nice it is to never have to worry about finding a bathroom. They don’t understand how nice a warm, wet diaper feels, or the blissful feeling of relief to empty your bowels anytime the need arises. Good little girls like to wear and use their diaper. You’re a good little girl aren’t you?”

She nodded her head again and unconsciously wet her diaper at the mere suggestion, smiling as looked down past her pink t-shirt at the bulk around her waist under her skirt. The warm tingly sensation raised goose bumps all over her body and she involuntarily shivvered. She shifted her feet paws on the ground and audible crinkles delighted her ears. Happily she flicked and wagged her black and white striped tail from side to side. Her eyes returned again to the rainbow striped kite, dancing on the air currents in the bright blue sky above, tugging at her paws.

“Marabelle! Marabelle!” A cheery voice cried out along with the drumming of several paws padding against the ground.

“Marabelle?” she mused, struggling to pull her eyes from the kite and succeeding, “Yes, that’s my name. Marabelle. But I like just Belle better. That’s what my Daddy calls me. “ She turned her eyes toward a gray squirrel, a brown furred otter and a tawny furred vixen, running toward her. They looked jubilant and that put Marabelle at ease and she allowed a smile to crack her lips even though she couldn’t place any of the girls’ names.

“Wow that’s really high.” The gray squirrel remarked, looking up at the kite. She was dressed in purple shorts and a lavender t-shirt. The otter was wearing denim skort-alls and a pink shirt and the vixen was wearing green shorts and a pale yellow t-shirt, with a yellow ribbon hanging from the base of her tail, the bow having long since come untied. Belle was glad to look up at the kite again. She liked looking at it and she replied, “Uh huh. It’s the perfect day to go fly a kite.”

“You see dear Marabelle? Your friends don’t mind that you have to wear diapers. It’s okay that you have to wear a diaper. It’s okay to use that diaper. If you look closely, they’re wearing diapers too. Good little girls like to wear and use their diaper. You’re a good little girl aren’t you?”

“May I try it?” The vixen asked excitedly.

As Marabelle turned to look at the fox girl, she could now notice a hint of white plastic as the waist band of a diaper peeked out from under the hem of her t-shirt as she lunged forward. The young skunk could see the bulk now around the squirrel’s and otter’s hips also. “Sure.” She replied friendly, handing the cord and spool of string to the tawny furred fox.

“Thanks!” The vixen cheered, taking control of the kite from Belle and smiling as she felt it tug at her paws as the air currents caused it to bob and weave against the crisp azure sky.

“I wanna go next!” the otter cried out anxiously pawing at the fox.

“You’ll get a turn Bethany.” The vixen replied sternly, “But right now I’m playing with it.”

“So the otter’s name is Bethany.” Marabelle mused to herself, looking away from the fox and otter and back up at the kite. It danced in her vision and watching it made her feel extremely happy and accomplished. She was reminded that she wasn’t good at sports as she wasn’t a very good runner. It wasn’t like she couldn’t run; she just couldn’t run for very long. Plus, wearing diapers made walking awkward and running downright comical. But Belle could fly kites really well. Oh sure, swinging on the swings was fun, as was sliding down the slide, especially the corkscrew slides, they’re the best. But nothing brought the skunk quite as much enjoyment as watching a kite flying.

“Ashley?” Belle asked the squirrel, suddenly distracted by an odd feeling in her tummy and pulling her name out of thin air, “Do you know where Stephanie’s mom is?” Stephanie was the vixen’s name she now remembered, and it was the fox’s mother who had taken them to the park today.

“Sure.” Ashley replied and pointed to a few benches on the other side of the playground where many of the adults were sitting; talking together idly as their children played within view.

“Don’t fight it Belle. It’s okay to use your diaper. That’s what your diaper is for. You like to wear your diaper. You like to use your diaper. Good little girls like to wear and use their diaper. You’re a good little girl aren’t you?”

Ashley knew the look that came across her skunk friend’s face. She was already sprinting away toward the adults to find Stephanie’s Mom even as Marabelle squatted down where she stood, closed her eyes and let nature take its course in the seat of her diaper. The warm weight of her movement pressed and spread against the inner padding and slightly extended the outer plastic shell of the diaper she wore. The striped skunk added more warmth to her absorbent garment as her bladder released in concert with her bowels.

Bethany and Stephanie were too engrossed with the kite to have noticed until the smell of Marabelle’s deed reached their sensitive noses. Bethany looked at Marabelle and understood in an instant what had happened. So did Stephanie and even as Ashley was sprinting across the playground toward the fox’s mother, the young vixen pealed, “Mommy! Marabelle did a doodle in her diaper!”

Belle’s ears perked as the confession of her act was shouted across the playground for all to hear and she felt her cheeks warm even as she struggled to stand back up. The new addition to the seat of her diaper tried to pull her backward and the striped skunk was not able to stand completely erect. Instead she had a slight squat to her stance. Embarrassed and overwhelmed at the realization of what she did, it was all made worse by the shrill announcement of it to everyone at the park. Tears began to well up in Marabelle’s eyes; tears she could not control.

“You’re such a good little girl Belle. Wetting and making doodles in your diaper. That’s what your diaper is for. Good little girls like to wear and use their diaper. No need to fret Belle. You’re a good little girl.”

The words were comforting as Stephanie’s Mom uttered them to Marabelle, the older vixen smiling gently as she wiped tears away from the skunk’s eyes. “It’s okay Marabelle. Good little girls use their diaper. That’s what they’re there for.” The maternal vixen offered, holding her black furred paw out to the young skunk, “Take my paw and we’ll get you all cleaned up. You’ll be back flying your kite in two shakes of a tail.”

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The red light flashed on the console in front of the female lab assistant. The human woman, a college intern, wearing jeans and a white lab coat over her AC-DC concert t-shirt, leaned over and acknowledged the alert which extinguished the light. She toggled her blue tooth head set and spoke clearly, “Orderly report to Patient 1138.” She then switched to another channel and began, “Doctor Christy? This is Intern Ann Peters in Ward 1. You asked me to call you when one of your patients here responded to the cortical stimulus.” A pause then Ann continued, “Yes ma’am. Patient 1138. Male, 20 years of age. “ Another pause as the conversation continued in her ear then, “Reviewing his chart he’s been here for a week same as the rest. I moved him to the Delta program 6 hours ago per your instruction. He’s the first to respond to the stimuli Doctor.” She nodded again as she listened and then replied, “Yes ma’am. I called for an orderly before I notified you.” Pause, “Thank you Doctor, I’ll call you if anything new develops.”

She hung up and looked at the monitor for Patient 1138. An orderly was just entering the room, equipped to give the young unconscious man secured to the bed a much needed diaper change