Mama’s Love
By Musuko

It was a happy day when Lily and Mikey gained their new sister. The morning started out very much as usual. The smiling woodland creatures swirled above them as the tinkly, happy music played, dancing their little circles above the crib, their plastic eyes always cheerful. The sunlight streamed in through the window up by the ceiling, the bars casting stripes of shadow across the room. And the stink from their padded butts told them above all that it was time to wake up, time for Mama to come in and tend to them for the start of the day.
	It was the best part of the day, the ending of the long, lonely wait without Mama. They had each other, of course, Lily and Mikey, snuggled up together in the crib for the night’s sleep. But for Lily, Mikey’s dribble of drool onto her cheek as he slept, and the warm feeling of his arms all tangled up with hers, was nothing compared to the squealing glee that she felt when she saw Mama’s face.
	So, this morning, like most every other, she woke a little earlier than her brother, wriggled herself free from his arms and held onto the bars of the crib to pull herself up onto her knees, pressing her head up against the crib’s roof bars, and stared at the door. She didn’t make any noise. Being noisy in the morning was naughty. She knew that. And she didn’t want to be naughty. So she waited, silent, while Mikey mewled in his sleep and flailed limply at the empty space where she had been, until he too woke and pulled himself up to join her in her patient vigil.
	They didn’t need to wait long. Mama always seemed to know when they were awake, or what they were doing at all times. They had no way to know that she wasn’t magical, that the shiny black circles in the corners of the room were anything other than meaningless baubles to be ignored. Their excitement grew as they heard the footsteps on the stairs beyond the door, then the sliding, scraping noise of the big bookshelf being pulled to the side, then the click and rattle of the lock before the door itself swung open. Mama stood in the doorway, smiling and clasping her paws together under her muzzle. Her nurse’s uniform was clean and ironed and fragrant.
	“Oh my cubs, you’re awake! How are you feeling this morning? Are your tum-tums all better?”
	Lily and Mikey replied with excited squeals, as they always did at the sight of Mama. The questions meant nothing to them. All they heard was the tone of Mama’s voice, the happy, soothing warmth of her loving sounds. They bounced on their knees and tugged at the crib’s bars, and Mama came over to them, extending a paw down through the roof bars to stroke at their cheeks.
	“How is my big brave lion? Have you been a good boy, yes? So big and strong. Such a big boy now! But not too big for your Mama. You’ll always be my baby boy!”
	Mikey lapped at the back of her paw, slobbering drool.
	“And my princess, so pretty! My pretty little lioness! You look a lot better too! No more gurgly tummies and icky messy butts huh?” Mama sniffed the air then smiled, a small giggle painting delightful tickling bells into the air. “Oh, well...not more than normal anyway!” She clapped her paws, standing up straight. “Right then, my little ones, now that you’re feeling better, all healthy again, it’s time to get you ready for breakfast! Would you like that, breakfast? Hmm?”
	They responded, again, only to her tone. There was something to be excited about, because Mama sounded excited! The bounced and squealed, Mikey blew a blob of drool bubbles. They were as happy as it was possible to be.
	Mama’s key unlocked the roof of the crib, and it swung up on clean, oiled hinges. At once, the pair thrust their arms up, mewling for the lift out.
	“Come on then, my little ones.”
	Mama lifted them with ease. Such practice she had, both at home and at the hospital. And Lily and Mikey were no challenge at all. Even now, with the pair approaching their twenty fourth and twenty sixth birthdays soon, they were light and easy to lift, after two years of Mama’s special diet to slim their bodies of awful, useless, heavy muscle, and plump them back up with soft and squeeze-friendly cub fat.
	“Oh my little kitten cubbies,” she said, lifting Lily out first. Her little kitty paws stroked at Mama’s arms, declawed and gentle and soft. Her pink sleeper was darkened around the seat by a large, uneven blotch of damp fabric. Mama lifted Lily higher and sniffed at the rounded bulge of her crotch, the sagging heaviness of the diaper beneath, weighed down and stretching out the sleeper. Mama wrinkled her nose and lowered Lily, snuggling her close, nuzzling her nose against her baby’s head.
	“Oh deary me,” she said, her voice singing. “And your brother too! The both of you!” Mikey squealed and bounced, attention now on him. His rear sagged just as heavily. “I knew I shouldn’t have given you both your bottle so late last night! Silly Mama, hmm? Silly old Mama!”
	She set Lily down onto the carpet, where she dropped straight to her knees, then forwards onto all fours. In a flash she was off, scampering off across to the plush toy blocks, her body swinging with each waddling shuffle forwards, the pendulum weight of her overloaded diaper, swollen and packed almost solid with fully saturated lining, overbalancing her and making her awkward. The movement sloshed still more wetness out through the leg holes, expanding the wet patch on her sleeper.
	Mama was quicker lifting out Mikey. She now had a scrambling, excited, roaming cub to recapture. Mikey was the easy one. The knife had cut a little deeper with him. Free of the crib, he just rolled onto his back amongst the plush animals next to it and stared vacantly at nothing much in particular, mewling wordlessly to himself, slowly sinking downwards as the squishy bulk of his thick, soaked diaper settled beneath his rear. Lily was the energetic one when free, and Mama chased her over to the blocks and scooped her back up.
	“Hmm. I’m going to have to give you more special yum yum juice in your bottle this morning, aren’t I? Yes I am! Oooh, yes I am!” She tickled at Lily’s tummy, who squealed and wriggled. All the way over to the changing table she was a wriggling nuisance. But once laid down she was still and quiet and angelic.
	“Oh yes, you’re being a good girl now, aren’t you? Very good!”
	Lily had had a lot of time to learn. Changing time was when you had to be really, really good. Quiet in the crib, still and quiet on the changing table. These two things she knew. She was a very clever girl! She could remember those two things. Mama had made sure of it, with lots and lots of teaching.
	Even so, Mama still liked to use all the straps that she had used in the past, back when Lily was a naughty girl who didn’t obey Mama’s love. It was a nice snuggly feeling, getting her wrists pulled up above her head and secured with the velcro straps, then her chest, her tummy, her forehead. That one went on quite loose. The big scar across her head still got tender sometimes. Mama was nice. She didn’t want her baby girl getting sore.
	Pop pop pop, the buttons of Lily’s sleeper being undone, the garment pulled free of her chubby legs. Shliiick! The noise of the diaper tapes being ripped. The ever-present pee smell erupted at greater intensity as Mama peeled it away from Lily’s damp fur.
	Wipes and powder and a little bit of cream, stroked gently over Lily’s sex lips, making sure they stay nice and numb, so they don’t become a bothersome nuisance. As her fingertips rubbed in the cream, Lily squirmed just a little bit, wiggling her toes and making quiet, breathless noises, her brow knitting with uncomfortable confusion. But once the numbing set in, all was peace and mindless comfort once more. Mama slid away the wet and bloated diaper, and slid a fresh one in under Lily’s bottom. Once it was taped up, she was whole again, clean and safe and warm and fresh-smelling, ready to soil it all over again as the day went on.
	Mikey’s turn next. He was always a good boy with the changing table. He was beyond such concepts as good and bad behavior. The only things he recognised in the world were his sister and his Mama. He was the happiest little boy ever. Mama didn’t have to strap him down, but she did anyway. And she didn’t need to make sure the head strap was loose. If Mikey’s scar was tender, he gave no sign of it. And there, on the changing table, after the sleeper was off and the diaper was open, came the one little annoyance that he ever gave his Mama.
	“Oh dear, tsk!” said Mama, tapping a fingertip against the disgustingly adult erection that sprouted as soon as Mikey’s diaper was open. Mikey barely responded, just mewling and flexing his toes. He seemed hardly aware of it.
	She whistled a happy tune as she carefully scooped up the bulk of the sticky, almost black, milk-fed mess that Mikey had painted liberally across the inner lining of his diaper through the night. In no time at all Mikey was all cleaned and wiped up, doused in powder, and then, with her paws coated in the special cream…
	“This is very naughty,” said Mama, in a gently scolding tone of voice that meant nothing to Mikey. Or, if it did, he didn’t show any sign of it. His empty, serene smile and the dribble of bubbles from the corner of his mouth continued unabated. Mama’s paws stroked up and down Mikey’s substantial erection, smooth and controlled and businesslike, as if she were treating a rash on some bedridden patient. “My little boy shouldn’t be getting these pokey peepees, should you now? Very naughty. I shall have to use lots more of this cream!” She squirted another dollop into her paws, rubbing them together, and continuing the massage. “If this doesn’t work, I’m just going to have to see about getting the whole thing cut off altogether.” She squeezed over the head of it, pressing her claws in just a fraction. Mikey didn’t even flinch. Even he would react a little to direct pain. The cream, then, was working just fine. She wiped her paws clean and watched for a moment, satisfied to see the erection slowly softening. She taped the fresh diaper into place over it, then released him from the table, setting him down back amongst the plushies, next to his sister.
	Breakfast came after Mama’s injection into her forearm. Ten minutes later and she was ready, breasts plump and heavy, full of milk for her little ones. Mikey needed help to be guided up into her lap, but once there he knew what to do, more by instinct than anything else. His mouth found his way to her nipple, his toothless gums in no danger of hurting her. Lily was aware enough to crawl over towards her, moving more freely now with her clean, sleek diaper, and naked besides. Her paws felt their way up Mama’s body and the rest of her followed, climbing up to snuggle into the nook of Mama’s embracing arm. One each side, the kittens latched on and began to nurse, while Mama gently rocked them, soothed into her own relaxation by the side-effect of the drug flowing temporarily through her system, the one that gave her milk to give, the one that laced that milk with all the intoxicating goodness that, though somewhat redundant for the kittens after their surgery, she all the same enjoyed giving to them. Because Mama was a giving soul, and she had a lot of love to give these two.
	Lily and Mikey heard the bell, but didn’t and couldn’t recognise what it was or what it was for. Only Lily remembered an association with it, and she mewled and pawed at Mama as she eased them both off of her lap and buttoned her nurse’s uniform back up, her milk spent and consumed.
	“Now, now, little one, don’t fret. I’ll only be gone a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?” She stroked Lily’s cheek, who responded with another wordless babble of distress. She tried to crawl after Mama as she made her way to the door, but was gently coaxed away from it as Mama passed through. Again came the sounds of the door locking and the bookcase sliding back, and once again the kittens were alone together.
	Lily crawled over to her brother. He was always not very much fun. Lily couldn’t remember what she once knew, that Mikey was older than her by nearly two years. She could only know now, in an instinctive sort of way, that he was the little brother. He didn’t move around as much as she did. He didn’t play with his toys like she did. He had less control over himself, and seemed always to have his mind somewhere else. And the curved line of bare pink skin on his scalp was bigger than hers, although she had no way to know that. So when she pushed his arm up out of the way and cuddled in beside him, he didn’t respond with anything other than a mewling gurgle, and she didn’t expect anything otherwise.
	She didn’t like having a brother who didn’t do much. He was boring. He just kinda lay there all the time, drooling and smiling faintly and just wetting and messing his diaper. He didn’t play. He hardly ever got excited like she did. And when he did, he was usually just copying her, when Mama arrived in the morning mostly. After that, he just kind of burned out and had nothing left for the rest of the day. He was boring! He didn’t play or anything!
	But Lily did know of one way to make him wake up. It didn’t always work. But sometimes it did, and Lily couldn’t really tell when it might or not, but she half understood that it happened most when Mikey’s peepee was all pokey, like it was earlier! All she needed to do was snuggle in close with Mikey and give his tummy nice rubbie rubs. And then, if it worked…
	Yay! Mikey started to wiggle, pedalling his paws into the air and mewling quietly. That meant it was working. She moved her petting paw, even though she felt tired and weak, like she always did after her morning milk. She felt energetic in a different sort of way, too, just like when Mama puts that funny smelling cream on her girl bits in the morning. Maybe Mikey felt the same when Mama put the cream on his peepee? Once upon a time Lily had tried to make Mikey get more woken up by rubbing his peepee, copying what Mama did. But it never seemed to do anything. Mikey didn’t even seem to notice. He just lay there, vacant and smiling, just making those noises and bubbling from the corner of his mouth.
	But, one day, Lily discovered that if she tugged at the dangly bits a bit further down inside his diaper, where she really had to reach down deep, Mikey would wake up lots! And she got really good at squeezing them just right, just as she did right now. Today was one of the lucky days; it seemed to work for him today! His peepee got all stiff again, pushing up at the front of the diaper and making a nice big gap for her arm to fit down inside. She kneaded the soft, fluffy balls and cuddled close to Mikey as he gasped, his eyes blinking and seeming to focus. They moved a fraction, taking in the details of the room. She pulled a little harder, massaging the two firmer little lumps inside them, and she got her extra special reward; the feeble little cry from Mikey’s lips, the all over tremble of his body, and the splash of sticky white pee that came out of his peepee to soak up into his diaper.
	And then for a little while at least Mikey was a good brother! He cuddled actively with her, and lapped at her neck, and at the sticky stuff on her fingers, gulping it all down. He even looked at her a few times, seeming to recognise her. They played the clapping game, where she would clap and he would copy and then they’d both giggle. He would never normally play that game! He would just lie still, watching Lily clap, whilst vaguely and directionlessly waggling his arms.
	All too soon, though, the life faded in Mikey. He flopped back into the plushies and went back to staring into the empty distance. Lily didn’t mind, though. She got to play with her brother! She fell forward onto all fours and shuffle crawled over to the scattered plastic toys on the play mat. She had just picked up the little plastic mallet and was about to hit the shiny colourful toy that made happy plinky noises, when she heard the bookcase scrape and the door click. She sat back onto her diapered tush and mewled in happy greeting for Mama.
	It wasn’t Mama! The person standing in the doorway, their paw gripped on the handle, their eyes wide and staring, wasn’t Mama! She was thinner, smaller. Not big and cuddly and warm like Mama. Her ears were all different. Her fur was all the wrong colour. And she was wearing strange different clothes, all dark and scary. Lily opened her mouth, taking a deep breath, for a wailing scream.
	“What the hell is this?” said the strange new lady. Lily’s scream started to pierce the air, but then she saw Mama! She was behind the strange lady. She forgot all about her fear and clapped in glee, bouncing on her padded rear. Mama smiled at her, but only for a moment. She looked at the back of the stranger’s head. Mama looked scary. She looked weird. Not smiling. Lily had never seen her angry before. Neither had Mikey, probably, but he hadn’t even noticed anything was happening. His eyes were closed. All tired out and sleepy from his play.
	“Step inside please, little one,” said Mama. She nudged something at the stranger’s back, and she jerked forwards. Lily didn’t recognise the shiny thing in Mama’s paw. There weren’t any knives down here. She had never seen one before in all the time she could remember.
	“You’re sick, lady! You can’t do this! People will come!”
	“Now now, don’t make a fuss.” Mama was smiling again. That made Lily happy. She watched, understanding little. Was the new lady nice? She didn’t seem nice. She seemed like she was upset. Maybe she just needed Mama to cuddle her. “Why don’t you have a seat, just there, in the rocking chair,” said Mama. “And I’ll explain things to you.”
	“I’m not doing a f-”
	“Don’t swear in front of my babies!”
	The stranger fell silent. Her eyes flickered to the knife, pointed threateningly at her tummy. She raised her paws, her voice soft. “Okay...just, take it easy. Let’s just stay calm.”
	“Sit down.”
	Still with her arms up, the strange lady sat down in the rocking chair. Her eyes stayed fixed uneasily on the swaying tip of the knife.
	“Oh dear oh dear,” said Mama. “What am I going to do about you now, hmm?”
	“Listen, I only came to ask you...look, it doesn’t even matter any more. This is...Miss Ferris, the hospital only asked me to speak to you about missing medication. This is...this is…”
	“Oh dear oh dear,” said Mama, looking around the room.
	“Just...just let me go and I won’t say anything.” Her eyes darted to Lily, who mewled fearfully and shied away towards her brother. “I won’t tell anyone about...about this.”
	“No,” said Mama, shaking her head. “No, that won’t do at all. Not at all. Oh dear oh dear.”
	“What...what are you doing?”
	Mama’s arm swung. The sharp metal point gleamed. The strange lady shrieked, and Lily and Mikey both began to cry, clutching their ears.

Mama’s soft, snuggly arms embraced them both, rocking them gently. Her voice soothed, the tone rather than the words. “Shh, it’s okay, my little ones. It’s all okay. Everything will be fine.” Mama kissed the top of each of their heads, then lifted her gaze to look at the lady, sprawled still and silent on the floor. “I just gave her an injection to make her go sleepy byes. You know, like the ones I give you sometimes, hmm? Do you remember?”
	Mikey stayed quiet. Lily just made gentle mewling noises, her fear melting away.
	“I think,” said Mama, looking over at the sleeping lady. “I think you two shall have a new sister! Would you like that, hmm?”
	Lily gurgled happily. She didn’t understand, but she liked the happy sound of Mama’s voice. The three rocked together for a little while longer. But, sooner than Lily would have liked, she and her brother were set down on the floor once again, left alone while Mama went to scoop up the strange lady and carry her out through the door, closing it behind her.

The blades cut ever so easily. Practice makes perfect, don't they say? And the saw spun and sliced so neatly. And oh how clear the smell of burning bone. Majestic! Wonderful! And away went that useless bit of the mind.
	Her knife cut, deep and skilled, moving in her fingers as if on her own. The blaze flashed in her eyes, just for a moment. Her melodic voice hissed.
	“In front of my babies.” Her other paw gripped at her patient’s hair, tugging at roots. The blade dug deep, red parting.
	“Dirty mind,” she hissed. “Dirty dirty. How could you...how…” She inhaled, a deep breath, and blinked. Like a passing cloud, the rage was gone, and the sweet love of Mama’s smile came back as she dug out the ugly matter that her baby no-longer needed.
	“There,” she said, wiping her paws. “Much better! No more miss...mrs...hmm.”
Did it matter what her name was before? No, not really. Mama didn't need to know it. And now the vixen was as she needed to be, diapered and naked besides as a free and happy little girl should be, with a lovely new slice along the top of her head, all bandaged up and protected by pads and braces, healed up with drugs and creams, all done so very well.
And how happy she looked! Gone were all those silly complications of thinking and worrying. Mama held each eye open and checked with her light, smiling at the responses. "Perfect," she said, clapping her paws together. "And I think you shall be called...Angel!"
Angel was heavier than she should be, even though she had a slim figure. But that would change in due time, Mama had no worries about that. The drugs would do their work and she would become soft and plump like Lily and Mikey, and all three would be perfect. She only had to wait!

Lily flopped her way across to Mikey. Silly little brother wouldn’t stop bawling. As soon as Mama had gone he started shrieking. Lily batted her paws at his tummy, frowning. Mikey barely responded, hiccuping a gasp through his cries. She tried again, patting at his tummy. Still, no response.
	Lily struggled to think. It hurt. It made her eyes scrunch up, tears in the corners. Thinking was hard. Thinking was wrong. If Mama were here, she wouldn’t have to think. She could stay happy and thoughtless, and Mama would do all the thinking for her. Why wouldn’t Mikey stop crying?
	And then, glacially slowly, the fragments of her thoughts put together a conclusion. He was crying because he was hungry. Yes, that had to be it. Mikey was always hungry, and Lily knew what to do! She was the smart one, definitely!
	She positioned herself on her knees between Mikey’s wiggling, kicking legs. He kept bumping against her, but he had no strength to knock her away. She tried to make soothing noises like Mama always did, tried to form the words that she always said, but they only came out as noises.
	“Bluuuummmmth!”
	Mikey’s wailing died away to weak sniffles, a confused look on his anguished face. It was working! She did it some more, blowing spittle bubbles in her uncoordinated attempts to speak.
	“Mmmbluh!”
	Her paws worked clumsily, tugging at Mikey’s diaper tabs. They slipped off, and she mewled in frustration. Mikey picked up on the tone, starting up his cries again. She almost joined him. The pain in her head worsened. She formed a fist and weakly thumped against Mikey’s diaper.
	“Mmmblah!”
	She tried the tabs again, catching a claw under one. She knotted her brow in concentration. She had to pull it just the right way, and she didn’t know quite how. Again, her claw slipped. Before Mikey could cry again she clawed again. This time, the tab came away. She squealed in delight and clapped, looking at Mikey, who in turn saw her smile and smiled right back, all his upset washed away in an instant by the sight of her sister smiling. He cooed happily, dribbling a fresh gush of drool down his chin. Yay!
	Now the second tab was easy. She copied what she did a moment before. She would forget it all soon enough, of course. Remembering stuff long term was hard. So much easier just to forget everything and let Mama worry. Little cubbies didn’t have to worry. Her headache eased just a little, and disappeared almost completely as she pulled down the front of Mikey’s diaper. The smell rushed up into her nose, and the daze of delight took her over.
	“Mmmm!”
	Mikey was messy. He was always messy. His little butt was so fast at turning his nums into mess. So much faster than Lily. And he turned his into big clumps of lumpy poop that was always bigger than those Lily made. She licked her lips, inhaling deeply.
	No! Mustn’t be greedy! Mikey was hungry. He had to have his nums. But...but...just a little taste. Only a little. That couldn’t hurt, right? He wouldn’t be mad. She reached down into the squishy mess, feeling it press between her fingers. She got a good hold, scooping up a dripping lump the size of an egg. She made another reassuring noise for Mikey, then pressed her palm to her muzzle, slipping the greasy lump into her mouth and smearing the rest across her face.
	“Mmmphhll” she exclaimed, closing her eyes and chewing, feeling it mush around inside her mouth, coating her teeth and her tongue, sticking to the roof of her mouth. The taste was amazing. Mikey’s best ever! It was so rich and delicious. She washed it around her mouth, lapping her tongue along her teeth, making sure she got all of it.
	Just...another taste couldn’t hurt. There was loads left for Mikey. The seat of his diaper was a spray of wet splatter around the core lumps. She scooped her paw into it, hefting out a big pawful, which went straight to her mouth. It filled it completely, too big to chew. She sucked on the chewy lump, slobbering it down her chin. The brown stains, almost black, tasting like happiness. Her paw went back to the diaper, again and again, ravenously feeding, gulping down each greasy mouthful until none was left.
	“Muuuhhh,” she gasped, wiping at her muzzle, staring guiltily at the emptied diaper. Mikey wriggled, always wriggling, drooling oblviously. Oh no! Poor Mikey! She ate it all and there was none left for him! She felt really bad. Mikey was hungry and she ate it all like a bad girl! She sat back on her padding, biting her lip, thinking hard.
	But then she realised; she didn’t need to think! She just had to make more nums! That was the easy part. All she had to do was wait. She lay down on top of Mikey, her muzzle against his cheek, smearing his own messy juice against his fur. She shifted up until she was laid on top of him, nose to nose, breath mingling. He went quiet, panting his breath against hers, sharing the stinky taste of his own mess.
	“Nggh,” she gasped. It was inevitable. She felt her tummy gurgle. She pressed herself closer down against Mikey, her butt thrust upwards, the rounded bulge of her diaper up in the air. She scrunched her face up, and beneath her Mikey burst out into a happy giggle and blew wet drool bubbles. That’s right, she thought. Num nums time! First came the wet gurgle of gas, puffing out the seat of her diaper. The wetness came soon after; a flood of gushing hot liquid, splashing against the inner fluffy padding, soaking through in an instant, wetting brown under the plastic outer lining, swelling and spreading.
	She grunted, gripping Mikey tighter. The solids followed, pushing out in heavy lumps that made her cry out, pressing her muzzle against Mikey’s cheek. The exertion broke her weak little body, and she collapsed heavily on top of him, face buried in the fluff of his neck.
	“Brrrbl!” Mikey blew drool spit against her ear. It seemed to be his only means of communication.
	Lily felt...funny. She had felt this before, many times, but she had forgotten all about it. Her diaper felt full and heavy and oh so hot and comfortable. That wasn’t the part that was making her uneasy. She really liked that part.
	No, it was something else. Something disturbing. It was memory. Strange and alien thoughts of wearing clothes like Mama, of moving her lips with such ease, sounds coming out that made sense. She felt the memory of horrible self-control, and she recoiled from it, in her head and in body; she thrust backwards off of Mikey, landing with a wet squish on the seat of her diaper. She gaped her mouth, gasping for air, making quiet, whimpering noises.
	And then it was gone. The ugly thoughts faded away, and she forgot all about them. She frowned, puzzled, then burst into giggles when she remembered what she was doing. Time to be a big girl and look after Mikey while Mama was busy! She turned and flopped herself down to lie alongside Mikey, her head resting on his limp, unmoving arm. She smiled reassuringly at him, and got his ever-eager smile back. She tugged at her own diaper tabs, doing it easily this time. Such a clever girl! And with a flourish she threw the top part down towards her feet, opening out the fresh stink of her diaper. Num nums time!
	She reached down, sliding still sticky paws down across her naked tummy, down over her pee place. She squeaked and jumped at the funny feeling there, and bit her lip as she gave it another exploring poke. Eee! No, she didn’t like that! Felt all tingly and weird. She couldn’t understand why Mikey liked being poked there. Boys were weird!
	Her fingers probed down into the mushy heap piled up under her butt, and pressed deep in to get a nice big paw full. Lots of nums for Mikey. He won’t be hungry any more and he won’t need to cry. She hadn’t really noticed that he stopped crying long ago. Just one thought rolled around in her empty little head: look after Mikey and Mama will be happy.
	“Nuuh!” she cried happily, an exclamation that was “num nums!” in her head. Her paw swung up, flicking fragments of slippery brown muck in an arc across the floor, and impacted her paw on Mikey’s muzzle, shoving the chunky lump of her own mess into his half-open mouth.
	Mikey’s lips closed over the top of it, and he let out a muffled squeal, then flexed his jaw to mush it sloppily around inside his mouth, leaking most of it down his chin, and swallowing less than half of what was left. He opened his mouth, caked in shit, tongue swimming in it, and mewled happily. Yay! All better now. Good boy, gets tasty nums, feels a lot better! Another mouthful for Mikey, yup yup. But her paw didn’t seem to want to head to Mikey’s mouth. With the next slimey load filling it, her paw moved once again to her own mouth. She lay snuggled up against Mikey, staring vacantly at the pretty colours on the ceiling, her mission forgotten, absentmindedly feeding herself from her own diaper.
	In the heady bliss of the taste, the thoughts returned, forgotten from only moments before, coming fresh and horrible once more. Mikey was there, tall and vibrant and smiling, life in his eyes, his arms at her hips, her lips touching his. Words shared, just garbled noises in her head now, but she sensed they were meaningful to that other Lily, the one in the memory. Except she wasn’t called Lily. She was...she…
	The pain lanced through her head, and she cried out and clutched her temples, thrusting shit-coated fingers up through her hair. Mikey stared at her, wide-eyed and uncomprehending. The conflicting worlds collided in her head and thrust their differing realities into her pain-laced mind. He was such a charmer on that first date. A gentleman, of the old sense. He kept his paws to himself and smiled so wonderfully. He had her heart so quickly. And with all the risk that she would give herself too readily, it never seemed to happen. He waited, and picked his moment, and when it came it was wonderful.
	“Michael,” she breathed. Not Mikey. Michael. Michael who looked at her so keen and sharp, his eyes seeing and knowing. His lips moved, and she didn’t hear. The vibration of discomfort shook the memory into distortion, and his face became a blur until he was silent again, the tremble of the room settling back to normalcy. The bed, their bed, the marital bed, rocked beneath their movements. She pressed her lips against his, gasping breathlessly against his warm skin, feeling his heat inside her as she rolled her hips, expensive lubricant sliding silkily, tingling with heat. His fingers pressed into her elbows. The deep, masculine purr rumbled in his chest. His teeth caught against his lower lip, and he arched back, driving deeper into her. The necklace he gave her on the one year anniversary of their first date dangled above his chest, the pendant draping into his fur. She felt the rings on her finger, glinting in the night’s light. Discarded clothes lay scattered across the room, half-drunk champagne sat on the big table amongst flowers and half-eaten breakfast. There was celebration in the air. And when she tried to understand it, the pain blared into a white light that erased it all.
	The dim dark of a bedroom, different now, smaller and less elegant, but decorated with taste and a budget. Michael relaxed into cushions and pillows, propped up against the wall, his tie undone, his shirt unbuttoned, her fingers stroking down into the fur of his chest. He tilted his head, a sly smile, teeth bared, his paw on her cheek, thumb stroking her lip. She felt her own smile return. The fog of the night’s drinks clouded her head, and she saw it flush in his face. This was the night. The wine was right, the mood was right, they were in love, and they had fire inside themselves. She licked her lips, drawing out the action, and popped the buttons of his fly.
	Mikey gurgled, kicking his legs in excitement. The open diaper had shunted away to the side, and his dirty bottom smeared against the floor. Lily’s dazed eyes stared into the past as her lips tickled against the tip of Mikey’s cock, her lips flicking against the taste of his pee dampness. The mess still caked in her mouth coated his shaft as she slid down, and her throat closed and convulsed around the head to bring him fully hard. Mikey’s noises faded away as the soothing effect of the pleasure cut through him.
	Her smile...talking...standing with her in the sun...strange and hurty in the head. Can’t understand it…
	He squealed breathlessly, pressing his paws down against the floor and scrunching up his toes. Her head bobbed and she gurgled in the back of her throat. All the tense, knotted up feelings of happiness nearly made him faint, and he opened his mouth wide for a big, happy gasp, and then...and then…
	“Kitties!” Mama’s voice cut across the room. Lily lifted her head up with a slurp and a spray of mess-stained drool. “Bad kitties!”
	The memories washed away in seconds, and all Lily could think about was the one shameful terror of the moment: Mama was mad...and that meant the naughty room!

Mama’s disappointed voice sent chills into Lily. She cowered in the corner as Mama stood in the doorway, her arms folded, looking down at her. The words were a wash that didn’t make any sense to her, but the tone said it all. Mama was unhappy with her, which meant she was a bad girl. She did something bad. She needed to be punished for it. What she did, though...it was all so confusing.
	The punishment room’s walls pressed in against her shoulders. Her knees ground uncomfortably against the hard cement floor. High up on the ceiling the lightbulb blazed, and Mama stood holding the door, ready to close it against her nose. Lily started to whimper, but it was no use. Mama’s expression was like stone.
	“You will think about what a naughty girl you’ve been,” she said, every confusing word making Lily flinch and push close to the urge to cry. “While I deal with your little brother!”
	The door closed and rattled as the bolts shunted home. She let out a broken little sob and leaned back against the hard wall. The room was barely large enough for her to kneel in. Her naked body touched against the walls and floor all over, and only her slimy-feeling diaper, retaped snug around her rear felt proper and normal.
	Silence overwhelmed her, broken only by her own shaky breathing and the harsh electric buzz of the lightbulb above her. She fretted in the cold, harsh light and scraped her knees against the floor. She tried to keep calm, but it all felt so wrong! She thudded her forehead against the metal of the door and let out a feeble wail.
	“Now, my naughty little boy,” said Mama, standing over the oblivious Mikey. She bent down and tapped his stiff cock. He mewled in delight and flapped his paws at her. “You need to learn that it’s naughty to play with this. And that goes for your sister too.”
	Mikey just blew drool bubbles and grinned.
	Mama sighed and shook her head, crouching down in front of him. She nudged the diaper back in under his rear and positioned him snugly in the wiped-up remains of his mess.
	“This is naughty,” she said, flicking the tip of his cock. “Do you understand?”
	Mikey rocked and spat out a gush of drool that trickled down his chin and dribbled into his chest fur.
	Mama shook her head, tutting under her breath. She settled down onto her knees, avoiding the ugly smear of brown mess left on the carpet by Mikey’s errant diaper. She delicately lifted the head of Mikey’s cock away from his tummy, holding it delicately between the claws of her thumb and forefinger. She looked into Mikey’s eyes, expression stern and exaggerated. She spoke, very cross, her words sharp and loud. “Bad boy,” she said. “Very bad boy!”
	Mikey flinched, momentarily concerned. His thoughts, what little there were, didn’t enter into his noises, though. He continued to burble meaninglessly. But as Mama punctuated her statements with the emphasis of her sharp claws pressing into the sides of his cock, he began to wail in alarm. His legs kicked, rubbing against Mama’s kneeling legs, and he flailed his arms atop his chest, either incapable of stopping the pain, or unable to even conceive of having the ability to do so. His face scrunched up and his eyes started to prick with tears.
	“Bad boy! Bad boy!”
	Mama rolled her finger and thumb, grinding the sharp claws deep in against the sensitive flesh of the head of Mikey’s cock. The skin didn’t break, but it hurt. She knew it hurt. That was the point. She knew it was all that little Mikey could understand. His meaningless noises turned into wails, and then screams; high and piercing and unbearable. But Mama stayed strong, only letting go once Mikey was hiccupping and hoarsely gasping through a raw throat. His cock had softened completely, and Mama wiped her fingertips clean on Mikey’s tummy, before producing a tube of cream and pair of latex gloves from her pocket.
	“There there, all better now,” said Mama, squirting cream out onto a gloved palm. “Mama’s going to make you all good again. Extra cream from now on. So no more naughty grownup feelings for you down there.” She started to massage the cream into Mikey’s shrunken cock, and the soothing coolness eased the soreness left by the claws. In moments, Mikey was mewling and drooling again, utterly oblivious to the forgotten lesson he was meant to be learning. The diaper went back on over his now numbed cock, the inner lining wet and sticky with finger trails of his own mess.
	“Much better,” she said, patting his tummy. Mikey mewled happily, flapping his limbs. Only seconds had passed since he was a bad boy, but that was all forgotten. He was a good boy again, and happy with his Mama.
	Lily beat her head against the metal door, rhythmically thudding to try and wipe the sharp headache away with the soothing pain of the impact.
	She wasn’t Mama back then. She was...it was hard to find the word. It lingered there somewhere, a sequence of sounds that meant her name, but the word Mama blazed over the top, drowning it out. But she wasn’t as she was now. Her smile didn’t make Lily feel the glee and comfort she felt now. She was a normal person. A nurse, making notes, while Lily and Michael held paws and smiled nervously.
	“We’ve been trying to make a baby,” she said. She squeezed Michael’s fingers and looked at his reassuring smile. Go on, he seemed to say. It’s okay.
	Mama spoke to them. Calm and clinical. The hidden thoughts appeared only briefly on her face, in little flashes that snuck past the veneer of professionalism. Mama’s love was only a hint then, held back from blossoming later, once freed.
	Her invitation to dinner later that week was a surprise, but she insisted she had some information about closed medical trials they might be interested in, that she wasn’t really supposed to tell them about. So, they went to dinner, at her quiet little house…
	Lily moaned and clutched at her head. Wrong wrong wrong! She wanted to be out of the room, back in the happy nursery where she didn’t have to think or care, where Mama would take care of everything, where she could snuggle Mikey and everything was good!
	Her gut gurgled. She arched her back and pressed her cheek against the door, moaning softly. She felt the swelling feeling of her thick waste pressing out into the sticky heat of her diaper, and for a few minutes she felt better, sighing gently and closing her eyes. She wiggled backwards, pushing the seat of her diaper against the rear wall, smushing the fresh heat of her mess around until it caked all across her tush. The smell soon filled the tiny space, flooding the air and filling her nose, making her feel squirmy. She bumped her shoulders against the walls. She wanted to crawl about and play, or maybe just nap all snuggled up and stinky with Mikey. The bare little room and the bright, blazing light were horrible!
	The door opened an age later, and Lily turned her tear streaked face up to Mama’s gentle smile. All the pain and discomfort washed away. She threw her arms up and bleated a wordless noise. Mama bent down and scooped her arms under Lily’s armpits, lifting her up with a soft grunt, hugging her little baby to her chest.
	“All better now,” she said. Her paw hefted up against Lily’s diaper, and Lily mewled as all the mush smushed around. “Phew! Stinky girl!”
	Lily giggled and buried her face into Mama’s neck.
	“Now, would you like to meet your new little sister, hmm?”
	“Bluh!”
	Mama patted Lily’s back and bounced her slightly as she carried her through into the warmth of the nursery. Lily peeked up from Mama’s neck and saw Mikey laid in the cushions, burbling mindlessly. And beside him, laid in the cushions in just the same way, was the lady.
	“Lily, this is Angel. Say hi to Angel.”
	“Mmmblooo.”
	“Isn’t she the prettiest little girl you’ve seen?”
	Angel’s eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling. She didn’t even wriggle around like Mikey. Mikey wriggled constantly, no matter what he was doing. Angel was just laying there. A thin trail of glistening drool streaked down the side of her muzzle. Her head was all wrapped up in white bandages, with a thick section across her forehead. To Lily it looked like she had a big white diaper on her head, as well as the one on her butt. Lily wondered if that meant she was a poopy head, and she burst out giggling, hiding her face against Mama’s fur.
	“Why don’t you give Angel a nice hug to say hello?”
	Mama peeled Lily out of her arms and lowered her down to her knees just in front of Angel’s feet. She leaned forwards, looking down into the vacant eyes that refused to focus on anything. Lily’s balance gave out, and she flopped forwards, catching herself on one arm and landing with her face against Angel’s naked chest.
	“Ah, that’s so very nice,” said Mama, clapping her paws together and tilting her head, smiling down at her little girls. “Give her a nice happy cuddle.”
	Lily nosed at the diaper on Angel’s head. She sniffed it. It didn’t smell very poopy. Maybe she was just clean and hadn’t made any head poops yet. She giggled again and poked her nose at Angel’s cheek. She was funny looking. She didn’t look like Mikey or Mama. Her muzzle was different, and she was a different colour. Weird. Angel’s eyes shifted just a fraction, but still she didn’t look at Lily or Mama. Her mouth opened slightly and her pink tongue wiggled, and a big glob of thick drool bubbled over her lower lip and cascaded down her chin. Just like Mikey!
	Mama was fussing over Mikey. She lifted him to sit upright and tugged open the waistband at the back of his diaper, sniffing the air. “Phew! Who’s a stinky butt, huh?” Mikey didn’t respond, but seemed happy to have the attention. He seemed to be competing with Angel in some kind of drool competition, and he was winning! His muzzle was drenched, and he was pouring out all the bubbly, gloopy drool onto Mama’s shoulder as she picked him up and carried him over to the changing table.
	“Oh dear,” said Mama, peeling back the diaper and looking down into the wasteland inside: it was as if a bomb of stinky kitty poop had exploded down there. “Where do you get it all, hmm?” She tickled Mikey’s tummy, and he squealed and wriggled in delight. “Who’s magicking up poopies, hmm? Is it you? Is it yoooou?” Mikey’s laughter filled the room, and continued as happy, tired giggle mews as Mama started cleaning him up. She didn’t have to avoid his little peepee. It was all numb and soft from the extra doses of cream. She hummed a gentle tune, one that tugged at Lily’s ears. It seemed familiar. It brought back that ugly headache again, and she squished her eyes shut and tried to ignore it. When she opened her eyes again she saw that Angel was looking back at her. Her expression was vacant, and her eyes unfocused, but she was definitely staring at her.
	“Bluh!” said Lily. She lifted a paw up and clumsily batted it at Angel’s arm. The desire to communicate filtered through broken thoughts until it was nothing more than a meaningless noise and a barely controlled movement. She frowned, confused by her new little sister. She shook the vixen’s arm, making more noises, but Angel didn’t respond. Her eyes rolled away, staring off into the distance again. But now she smiled, mouth half open, tongue wiggling, drool flowing.
	The sound of a fresh diaper crinkling as Mama scooted it under Mikey’s freshly-cleaned butt brought the gentle hummed tune back into Lily’s thoughts. The headache came back in a rush, along with a memory.
	The crazy bitch was smiling! Smiling! Lily could only tug against the straps as the nurse played with the tools. She started to hum, some little lullaby Lily remembered hearing when she was little. It sent a chill through her. That sound didn’t belong her. It was all wrong! She howled into the gag, but all that came out was a feeble whimper.
	“Oh now don’t you fret,” said the woman. She was turning towards her now, a wicked-looking blade in her fingers. “This will only hurt for a little while, and then you’ll be happy forever. And you’ll know that mama loves you ever so much.”
	Lily screamed and shook her head against the head restraints. She couldn’t get free. This crazy woman had a knife and she was coming towards her. And oh god, was that blood on her uniform? Was that Michael’s blood? What had she done to Michael? He had screamed...oh god how he had screamed, muffled like she was, somewhere where she couldn’t see, but nearby. And then he had gone quiet. And then...the smell. Past the antiseptic stink of this ugly clinical room hidden away down in the basement was something else. It smelled like a backed up toilet, or an overflowing drain. It smelled like a clog of shit brought up by a plunger. Was that Michael? Was it her? She writhed in fear as the blade came closer, blurring with proximity, then moving out of visual range as it ducked in towards her forehead. The lance of pain was like ice, and she screamed into the rubber blocking her mouth and thrashed ineffectually. The woman continued to hum that damn tune!
	“Just a little cut,” she said, as the pain cut deeper. “Just a little slice.” The whine of a power tool sounded close to her ear, and she felt the vibration in her skull and the burning smell of bone. “Just a little…”
	The sounds faded. Her vision warped. And peace descended. All the fear and worry washed away as the blood flowed through the fur of her cheek. She could feel her body spasming, and all that was her adult mind just evaporated away…
	In the half-aware daze that followed, she saw Michael. He lay on the bed alongside her, his eyes closed. His head was wreathed in bandages, with an ugly patch of red soaked through at his temples. She tried to reach him, but her arms were limp. She felt groggy, half-aware. She felt like she was dying. Thoughts took an age to form, and then melted away if she didn’t concentrate hard. It was getting more and more difficult to think. Her head throbbed, pain pounding, dull and indistinct. It felt wrong: the pain was there, but it didn’t make her need to cry or struggle. It felt like it was happening to someone else. Michael was smiling, and his eyes opened. They stared blankly, dead, up at the ceiling. His lips parted, and a dribble of saliva trickled down from the corner of his mouth. She tried to protest, tried to call to him, but when her mouth opened all that came out was a garbled noise of distress, like an animal mewling. The panic gripped her, but only for a moment. The woman leaned over into her view, a syringe in her paw.
	“Shh now,” she said. “Mama’s here. No need to worry now.”
	She only half understood the words. And the soothing tone felt like the tug of a marionette’s strings, forcing her into an unwelcome relaxation. She tried to struggle, tried to move the unresponsive dead weight of her body. The woman reached to stroke her cheek, and she responded with a weak mewl. She felt the prick of the needle in her arm, then fell asleep, feeling...happy.
	Lily mewled softly. The headache faded once Mama stopped humming. She was clinging on to Angel, her breaths muffled against the side of her body. In the blurry vision of such close proximity she could see Angel’s naked nipple, and instinct took over. Lily shuffled closer, seeking comfort, and finding it in the best way she knew. She couldn’t understand why Angel would have the same things as Mama. That was too difficult to think about. But she knew what to do with nipples. Her lips latched on. Angel wriggled just for a moment, then lay still, as if the effort of movement were too much for her. The vixen breathed steadily underneath Lily as she suckled, coating the pink little nipple in drool and letting it dribble down into the fur of her breast. Lily closed her eyes and mewled softly, suckling and waiting for milk that didn’t seem to want to come.
	“Oh my sweet girls,” said Mama, and Lily opened her eyes to look up, seeing Mama lay Mikey down alongside them. “I just knew you’d be such good friends! Come on now, little Lily. Let’s get that stinky butt of yours cleaned up!”
	Mikey lolled his head to look over at Angel. The vixen still laid there, unmoving, chest rising and falling with gentle breaths. Occasionally she would blink. Some broken thought worked its way through Mikey’s empty mind and coaxed him into pushing his elbow into the soft pillows, levering him over just a few inches. He bumped his nose against Angel’s arm. She didn’t move.
	“Muuuh!” he said.
	Across the room, Mama was laying Lily down onto the changing table. Mikey glanced over, seeing only moving shapes that he didn’t understand. He kicked his legs and felt his warm, clean diaper hugging him. It felt nice.
	He nosed his head a little closer to his new friend. A simple desire gnawed at him, and he bumped his muzzle against Angel’s chest. He was hungry. He knew where nums came from. And though he thought with a simpler process than even Lily, he could recognise the source. He reached with flexing gums, trying to catch the nipple to suckle, unable to lift his head and shift over properly to reach it.
	“Uh! Uh!”
	Angel twitched slightly. Mikey flinched in surprise, then mewled excitedly. His flapping arms gave him a little more leverage, and more by accident than design he found his mouth at the nipple. He latched on in an instant, suckling hard and closing his eyes, letting his head flop back, tugging the sensitive nipple with him. Angel twitched again, mouth opening in a gasp. Then, with a noise sudden and alarming, she started to cry. Mikey let go, startled, eyes wide and scared, and started up his own distressed wailing. In turn, this upset Angel more. She wailed louder, which made Mikey wail louder, and soon the pair were screaming, throats raw.
	“Oh my babies, hush now!” Mama hurried over. Lily lay alone on the changing table while Mama petted Mikey and Angel, cupping their cheeks and gently singing. The messy diaper lay open beneath Lily’s rear, and she felt herself tear up as Mikey and Angel’s wailing filled her ears.
	Mama hurried back to the changing table, laying a paw on Lily’s forehead. “Shush now, little one. It’s okay.” But there was tension in her voice, and Lily’s whimpers got louder. Mikey and Angel started to wail again, lost without their Mama’s comfort. Lily’s eyes widened in fear, seeing an expression she had never seen on Mama’s face before. Mama had never frowned before! Her face scrunched up and she started to bawl.
	Mama hesitated, uncharacteristically flustered. Then her jaw set hard and she set her eyes into firm concentration. She ignored the wailing and hurriedly finished off wiping the sticky mess from between Lily’s legs, dousing her in talc more sloppily than usual, and raced to tape a fresh diaper onto her. She lifted the crying girl, staggering slightly at the weight, and carried her over to the crib.
	“It’s not bed time,” she panted, setting Lily down onto the soft, warm blankets. “But you need to have a rest. Mama...needs you to have a rest.”
	She scooped Mikey up next, and he clung to her, his tears stopping instantly. But they started up again the moment he was set down into the crib. Mama looked up at the ceiling and said something silently, under her breath, then hurried to fetch Angel. She struggled most with her weight, and wiped at her brow once she had her set down into the crib. The space was cramped. The three babies were bunched up together, pressed in against Lily’s sides. All three were sniffling and wailing in waves, sometimes fading away to near silence, then erupting again as one of them started to cry and set the others off.
	Mama closed the lid but left it unlocked. No need. No need at all. She gripped her head for a moment.
	“Babies, please be quiet…”
	She looked down in at them. Three clean diapers. Hungry tummies, but that could wait. She would have to think of something. She couldn’t feed all three together. She had to...oh this was all wrong. Two babies were perfect. She was silly to think that three would be better. Silly Mama! Silly!
	She stepped out of the nursery, looking back in at the wailing occupants of the crib for a last check to make sure they were okay, then slid the bookcase closed.
	Instantly, the sound was deadened to silence. She sighed, smoothing her hair back. Something had to be done.
	Oh how good things were to begin with. The wonderful elation of having her babies, fresh from their modifications, weak and happy and mindless, reliant on their mama for everything. It was perfect. So perfect.
	She sat down in the lounge, smoothing down the front of her uniform. There was a speck of Angel’s blood on her sleeve. She frowned at it, rubbing it with her thumb. Tut, sloppy.
	Now there were three. Three was too many for her to look after all by herself. She needed to get help. She couldn’t just hire a nanny, though. That couldn’t work, oh no. Too many questions. Too many complications.
	Might she, perhaps, be able to make a nanny? Hmm. Now there was a thought. It would be so easy to do. Just make sure the knife didn’t go in quite so far. And the raw material was always so easy to find. Angel arrived unexpectedly, a pleasant surprise. More were bound to come.
	Lily and Mikey fretted, hunger knotting in their bellies. For Lily, it was easy to roll onto her side and cuddle against Angel. She smelled strange. Her fur smelled of talc, but under it the natural musk wasn’t like Mikey’s or Mama’s at all. It was kinda nice.
	And she had the same things that Mama had for nums! She cradled her head on top of Angel’s limp arm and suckled on the nearest nipple. She felt the mattress shift underneath her, and opened one eye to see Mikey shuffling about opposite her. His uncoordinated flailings made him take forever to make any progress. Finally, eventually, he managed to haul his reaching lips up towards Angel’s other nipple. He must have bitten down hard with his toothless gums, because Angel cried out and wriggled for a moment, before lying limp again.
	They both suckled, their tears gradually dying away. Angel had stopped before them. She had just drifted away into vacant silence. The quiet of the room was only broken by the soft, wet suckling noises of the pair trying in vain to extract tasty milk from their new baby sister. Lily was starting to whimper in frustration, and Angel was panting ever so softly from the chafing stimulation, when the silence was broken still further by the stirring crinkle of Angel’s diaper as she shifted her legs, and then the titanic fart that rippled through the plastic and made both Lily and Mikey fall away from her in surprise.
	“Muh!”
	Lily stared at Angel. She sounded like Mikey; the same dribbling exclamation. Her brow had knotted, and she grunted softly. Mikey was already lost in his own empty head, forgetting everything that was happening. He rested with his head against the bars, staring out into the room. Angel let out a small cry, then spread her legs wide. Her arms reached limply down at her roundly padded butt, paws scrabbling without coordination.
	“Unngh!”
	Lily stared in wonder, watching as the front of Angel’s diaper swelled outwards, staining a rich brown. Her own never looked like that. Nor did Mikey’s. They never got...so big!
	Angel started banging her paws all about the place. Lily yelped as the vixen’s clipped claws gently bumped against her tummy. She batted her paws back, fighting her off. Then, as soon as the flurry of action had started, it stopped, and Angel flopped back limp and still. Within her diaper, the heavy adult load steamed, so unlike anything that Lily or Mikey could produce: they were milk and baby-food fed, while Angel still had a body full of chunky adult food. The smell quickly swelled up to fill the crib, stinky and eye-watering. Lily gasped, feeling...tingly. But, most of all, she felt hungry, and she knew what to do now!
	She only had to scoot a little way down the crib to reach. Angel’s diaper was so big and puffy, like a giant sphere of swollen white plastic. She didn’t even have to untape it, and didn’t try. She managed to slide her paw on the third attempt into the space between the diaper’s straining waistband and Angel’s tummy. She pushed down until her fingers sunk into the heat inside. She struggled to push, grunting a little. Angel’s mess was so much thicker than Mikey’s or hers. It was solid, hard to peirce. It was really weird! And when her paw came back out, it was with a lump bigger and thicker than anything she had ever seen!
	And she knew what she had to do. She had to be a good girl. She vaguely remembered being mean with Mikey, and not letting him have any tasty nums. She had to be nice for the new baby. She lifted the greasy lump up towards Angel’s mouth. She felt the tingle get stronger. Her nose swam in the stink. Her mouth watered. She panted gently. And Angel...she widened her eyes and let out a small whine and turned her head, trying to wiggle away.
	“Mmmmblah!”
	Lily swung her paw down and cupped it over Angel’s temporarily open mouth, stuffing the tasty nums deep into her muzzle, right onto her tongue. The vixen spasmed, letting out a muffled squeal. Then she went very still and, with a faint gurgle, her throat started to bob as she gulped down the nums.
	Good baby, thought Lily. Just like her, just like Mikey! She liked her new baby sister! She mewled happily as she reached back down into Angel’s diaper for more. There was lots more nums, enough for everyone! Lily’s clumsy paws struggled to guide it to where it needed to be. The second paw full of mess flopped against Angel’s naked tummy, leaving a foot long smear all the way up her body. And then she dropped it. Silly Lily, with clumsy fingers! It splatted down against Mikey’s side. He mewled happily, oblivious.
	The third attempt was bound for her own mouth. She couldn’t resist! She cupped the stinky nums under her muzzle and gobbled it all up, licking at her fingers, mewling happily. She laid her head back with a flop and smiled up at the ceiling, her stinky breath making a little cloud above her lips.
	The inside of Angel’s head was a blank void. The knife had cut too deep. It had taken out everything that made her the person she had so recently been. It left behind only the simplest of emotions, barely more than fleeting ripples on the placid pond of her mind. In that blank state there was nothing left of the learned revulsion that childhood learning and adulthood enforcement had brought. Her instinctive resistance disappeared the moment her mouth was filled, when the automatic responses in her shattered head clicked over to an entirely different pathway. She gulped at her own stinking waste with a slack jaw and vacant eyes. She felt hungry, and her mouth was filled, so she swallowed. That was as far as she could think. And the taste? The taste didn’t matter. It was, to her, something she had never experienced before. And moments later, when her mouth was empty again, she would forget it all, and have no idea what the lingering taste was or why it was in her mouth. It wasn’t that she didn’t care; it was that she was simply incapable of caring.

Deliverance came that evening, with a stern knock at the door. Mama checked her uniform, a fresh one from the wardrobe, missing the guilty spots of blood the other had. She made sure her hair was prim and proper in the hallway mirror, and opened the door with a smile to the police officer stood there.
	Mama’s smile remained fixed. She knew that nervousness had entered her eyes. But that was okay. Weren’t the police used to seeing that? And then it faded; her confidence came back, absent only for a minute. Mama knows best. Mama knows what to do, always. The radio on the police officer’s shoulder squawked, and he regarded her with aloof detachment, professional and unjudgemental. It was easy to be put at ease by that face. A canine, she knew. She could smell him easily enough. But the particular breed was hard to place. A mongrel perhaps? She would know better once she had that silly uniform off him.
	“Evening miss,” he said, voice gruff. Oh dear, that wasn’t very good at all. But no matter. She knew how to suppress that. “May I come in?”
	“Of course! Is something the matter?”
	She stepped aside, gesturing for him to step inside. The radio continued to chatter. He looked strong. But then, didn’t they all? She felt the elation rise up inside her. A new nanny, big and strong, able to look after the babies and help keep them happy. Her little family would grow! And if more came, it would get bigger and bigger until everyone was perfect!
	Her paw brushed across the surface of the little table in the hallway, then touched upon the syringe laid behind the telephone. She plucked it up. And as the officer turned to face her, shuffling carefully in the tight confines between the coat rack and the opposite wall, her arm swung around to meet his neck.
	He managed only a confused “urk” before the medicine did its job. He fell to the floor in a noisy heap, thudding against the coat rack and pulling a winter fleece down with him. He was a jumble on the floor, heavy limbs and muscle. She tutted, laying the syringe back down.
	“Oh dear,” she said. “You’re going to be a difficult one, I can tell!”
	She reached down and, after a few moments of puzzled exploration, found the switch on the radio that turned it off. Time to get to work! She had to be quick.

It was a happy day when Lily and Mikey and Angel gained their new nanny. They woke up to the sunlight through the window up by the ceiling, and the gentle music of the mobile above the crib. The air was heavy with the stink from Angel’s mess. It was caked all over them, trailing finger marks in their fur and on their faces, and all up the bars of the crib. The three little ones slept happily, tummies full, cuddled up together. Mama would have been so happy to see them, although a little unimpressed by their messy state. But it wasn’t Mama who came to them. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the wood, watching with a delighted smile as the nanny wobbled over to the crib.
	It was easy to cut deep, to take everything out. It was harder to do the opposite, to take out just enough troublesome mind power whilst leaving enough behind to be useful. She thought she had the balance right this time. She didn’t know what this one was named. She could have done, she supposed, if she had looked at his ID. But she didn’t care. He was Nanny, and that was all she needed to know.
	Nanny fumbled with the latch on the crib. He blinked, half dazed. The simple commands rolled around in his head. There was a seething sea of something else underneath the shaky calm, some sense that things were wrong and he needed to fight. But his leaden arms moved by the instructions of that dimmed part of his mind, and he lifted the crib’s top open.
	He swayed slightly. The bulky diaper taped around his muscular thighs crinkled and creaked. For a moment, his paw rose to his head, where the bandages were fresh and blood-stained, where the pain was starting to come with a gentle, half-numbed throb. He looked down at the three adults laying naked apart from their diapers and the head bandages on the middle one, all three covered from head to toe in finger-painted stinking waste. He blinked again, trying to think. The unrestful sea screamed at him. But he just smiled.
	“Time...for...breakfast,” he slurred, each word coming out with difficulty. “Little...ones.” He reached down, strong paws moving with uncertain slowness, cupping under Mikey’s arms and lifting him like he was nothing. Mikey mewled and wriggled, unfazed and unfussed by the stranger, so long as he was being nice. They met eyes, briefly, one seeing only fuzzy shapes, the other seeing a vacant-eyed, drooling feline. The sea surged again. Danger! Alarm! This had to be...called in? Arrest? But the big canine blinked away the confusing, unhappy thoughts. They were bad. Why get all upset over bad thoughts? Better if they just went away. And it was so easy to make them go away. He cuddled the kitty to his chest, feeling the half-dried mess smush against his fur. “Breakfast...time,” he repeated, bubbling canine slobber at the corners of his barely-controlled lips.
	Between his legs, the heavy diaper sagged as a sudden torrent of wet heat hit the soft cottony lining. His strong body shivered, and he clutched Mikey close. “B-breakfast time,” he repeated dumbly, overwhelmed by the feeling of a gut full of poop emptying itself out. His legs spread, struggling to stand upright with the bulk now swelling between them, and as he turned to carry Mikey towards Mama, he waddled like a toddler, the heavy heap shifting around beneath his rear, tugging at the tapes at his waist, threatening to break them.
In the doorway Mama clapped her paws together, tears in her eyes. So perfect. So happy. She had help now. And, with just a little modification...she got to work preparing her morning supplements, making sure she had extra strength today. She had four mouths to feed, after all!