Mama Bear's New Baby
By Musuko

Sadly, he still has some lingering memories from his life before the nursery. Happily, the memories are all messed up. He can remember running away from home. He remembers the bus station. He thinks he got himself a job and a room here at the nursery. But he doesn't remember the needle or the van. That's good. I don't want my poor baby to remember those horrible men and what they have to do.
	“It's a lovely day, a sunny day, why don't you come out and play?”
	My special earplugs keep the song's hidden tones from getting into my head. My babies don't have the earplugs. He doesn't have them either. My sweet little Quin. Such a naughty boy. He's at that age when all the wrong things start to happen; girlfriends, drink, drugs, crime, masturbation. Terrible things! Bit by bit, with each day he works here helping me look after my babies, the music is working to turn him into one of them.
	“Wear your diapers, they're so nice! Wear them lots, that's my advice!”
	I watch him at night, through the peephole and the mirror. At the start, he was like all boys his age; his paw constantly went under the covers. But then came the first night when he didn't play with himself. A few nights later, it happened again. Soon, he stopped touching himself altogether. He was changing into a good little boy.
	He wasn't happy, though. He would squirm and fidget, looking confused; his body needed something and he couldn't figure out what it was. He got lots of naughty stiffies while he was looking after the babies. I just had to wait. The break would come...
	Wednesday afternoon, just before the babies had their milk and their nap. Quin was helping me to put away the toys. He turned around in reaction to a tug at his shirt to see little Lucy standing there. He tensed up and made a squeaky noise of shock. His hormones had broken the illusion.
	“B-but...what?” he gasped, staring at my baby. Poor Lucy started to get scared. “But...he's a man! A grown man!”
	I moved around the toy box, smiling sweetly. “Don't be silly, Quin. Grown men don't wear diapers and dresses.”
	The song still throbbed in his head, messing with his perception. I watched him as he stared at Lucy, the thoughts moving and clashing behind his eyes. Suddenly his face scrunched up into an ugly frown and he dropped the stacking cups he had been holding.
	“No! This is messed up! I've gotta get-”
	My paw clamped over his mouth, covering most of his face. My arm went around his waist and hugged him close. He flailed and kicked.
	“Shh, little one,” I said. “You're upsetting the other babies.”
	“Mmmph!”
	I held him close against my chest, turning him around so his cheek pressed against my breasts, letting him feel my warmth through my blouse. I kept him still and let the song work its way back into his head.
	“Happy place! Happy place! Don't think! No need to think.”
	I made soothing shushing noises and waited until his struggling lessened. His muffled cries became soft whimpers. I moved my paw away.
	“What's...going...on?” he whispered.
	“Don't be afraid. Momma's got you.”
	I hooked my arm behind his knees and scooped him up. He protested with a cry and pressed his paws against me, trying to push me away. But he was too small and I was too strong. I hummed gently, keeping tune with the song, and carried him out of the play room and through the door into the quiet area. The babies would be safe for a few minutes on their own.
	He had seen the crib before plenty of times, but I think only now he was seeing it for what it was; oversized, perfect for my special babies, made of pink-painted wood with cute colourful cartoon characters adorning either end. A mobile hung above it, which would play its own version of the special song for the baby beneath it. The sides were high. The wipe-clean padded mattress was soft and comfortable. The restraint straps were strong and secure.
	He tried to wriggle free again when I stripped him of his silly big boy clothes. He looked a lot better without his t-shirt and jeans. I gave his butt a pinch and he yelped.
	“S-stop...I don't like this!”
	“Don't be silly, Quiny.” I took his stiff little peepee between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a little squeeze. He yelped and clenched his eyes shut. “See? You like it a lot! Too much, in fact. Little baby girls shouldn't have stiff peepees!”
	“It's a-always like that,” he stammered.
	“I know, it's okay,” I said, gently shushing him. I stroked my paw down the back of his head and lowered him into the crib. “That's because your body is being naughty. But don't worry; Mama's got the cure.”
	He hugged his arms around himself and drew his knees up. His toes curled against the mattress's lining. He looked so small and cute, and I stood over him for a moment, just enjoying the sight. I reached up and turned the mobile on. Suddenly, his whole appearance changed; the struggle went out of his face, his body relaxed and spread out, and his unfocussed eyes latched onto the spinning colours and shapes. The mobile was telling him he was a good little girl; it told him that good girls stayed in their crib and made their Momma happy. He wouldn't need any restraints while it was on.
	So much choice; did I start him with the thin pullups? Or the standard-thickness white diaper? Or...oh yes, this was the right one; the Pretty Princess diaper. Super thick! A lovely girly pink! And the lining was infused with a special cream that would tingle and tease any unfurred skin that rubbed against it. Perfect! My favourite! I dropped the side of the crib and leaned over, sliding the diaper under his thighs. He fussed only a little. His mouth was open and I could already see a little drool starting to trickle down from its corners.
	“Doesn't this feel much better?” I said as I folded the crinkly padding up over his naughty peepee. He flinched and exhaled a cute mewly breath. The cream worked fast! I slapped the tapes into place, sealing the diaper snug and watertight around his thin waist.
	“Uggh,” he gasped. His paw moved down to the front of the diaper. I took his wrist and held it and waved a finger in front of his face.
	“No. Bad. No touchies.” I leaned in closer and his eyes drifted from the mobile to look at me. I saw a faint remainder of his intelligence in them. “If you touch it and make naughty stickies, you'll stay like this forever and ever.”
	“Wha...?”
	I moved my head out of the way and the mobile took over again, suppressing his silly grown-up thoughts. His paw, though, stayed away from his diaper. He lay there, squirming slightly, while the diaper soaked up all the leaky naughtiness from his stiffy. I planted a kiss on his nose and turned out the light, leaving him with the mobile's glow, and went back to put my other babies down for their nap.
	I was only away for less than an hour, but he was panting and wriggling when I got back. The mattress under his back was all sweaty. Whatever self-control he had left, it wasn't enough to stop him from weakly humping the air, rubbing his naughty stiffy against the padding.
	I tutted. “Naughty little girl. Looks like Momma's going to have to give you a special gift.”
	I unlocked a cabinet and looked through all the different chastity devices I had ready for just this situation. I chose the prettiest one; the one with polished pink metal, the one that had a nice pink bow tied around it, the one that would squeeze his naughty peepee down into a little nub that could never get hard. It was my favourite, just like the diaper was. Quin was going to be my extra-special princess. I just had to shrink his peepee down to fit into it.
	“I'm sorry, little one. This isn't going to be nice...”
	He squealed as I pushed the icepack down the front of his diaper. His face bore the confusion of a suffering baby. I cradled his head and stroked his naked tummy, waiting the ten minutes for the ice to melt away. He cried; sniffling wetly, looking at me for comfort, a battle going on behind his eyes. I untaped his diaper and checked; his peepee was just how it should be; all shrivelled and meek. I quickly fitted the chastity onto him. It was very small; even with his peepee all shrunk like that, I had to fight to squeeze it in. The lock clicked and I slipped the key into my pocket.
	“There, much better! Isn't that nicer than having an awful stiffy?”
	He groaned softly. I could see his peepee swelling and straining against the bars of the chastity. I decided it was probably best to do something to take his mind off it.
	“Dressup time!” I said, in the playful sing-song voice I used to get the other babies excited. I saw him perk up, then shiver as his suppressed mind fought back. I wasted no time in lifting him up out of the crib and carrying him over to the wardrobe.
	“Guhh,” he said. His paws stroked limp against my chest. A little drool wetted his cheek and I wiped it dry. I set him onto his feet but he dropped down onto his knees and needed my paw to steady him.
	“Now, let's see what I've got in your size.”
	The baby-blue dress with the frills? No; it wouldn't match the colour of the diaper. There were many pink dresses, but none of them seemed to have the exact feel I was after. I was at a loss for a while, rotating between the options, while Quin swayed in his daze. Then inspiration struck, and I searched through the racks until I found...aha! Perfect.
	“A poke-hoodie for my little girl!”
	I had to lift his arms for him to get the hoodie on him. Once it was on, I knew I had made the right choice. The hoodie was just a little too big for him, which made him look so much smaller and cuter! His nose peeped out beneath the floppy hood, his little kitten face underneath the happy smile of the Espeon on the hoodie. The lavender colour went perfectly with the big pink diaper, but I simply had to add an adorable little skirt to go with it. And a tail ribbon! And a neck ribbon with an oversized bow on the back! And some absolutely adorable pink socks with ribbon bows that reached up to his knees. I clasped my paws together and squealed in delight. He looked so pretty! But...he was pouting, looking down at himself, tugging weakly at the bows with his clumsy fingers. That simply wouldn't do!
	The solution was obvious; I had to keep him distracted and happy. It meant undoing some of my hard work, but it was worth it; I bent him over my knee, tugged down his diaper to expose his little butt, and worked in the lubed-up tip of a medium-sized plug. He groaned and wriggled, but he couldn't get away. The plug had its own built-in vibrator, with a button on its base; whenever he sat down onto his padded tush, the button would press and he would fill up with the tingly goodness of the vibrator. I knew I had chosen well; as soon as it was in and his diaper was back up, he became the cuddliest little baby I had ever known, clinging close to me and making adorable panting, whimpering noises. I held him close and shushed away his lingering distress.
	I introduced him gently to the other babies. The music from the mobile drifted away, and the music in the playroom came back, subtly changing the effect of his hypnosis; he woke up a little, but it was a return to the belief that the other babies were little cubs...little cubs like him. He crawled forward on his knees and uttered soft gurgling noises, making a crinkly bee-line towards the stackable plush blocks. I sat down in my big rocking chair and watched him play with Lucy and Amy and Stephanie and Faye.
	“Hmm,” I said. “Quin. Karen? No. Quin...Quin. Kara? Clara? Kate?” I smiled brightly. “Katie!”
	Quin looked over at me and I knew I had got the right name for her.
	“It's alright, Katie. You keep playing!”
	She gurgled, a confused look on her face. She sat back onto her butt and squeaked. Her eyes closed and I watched her as the vibrations racked her little body. Her paw moved to the front of her diaper for a moment, then snatched away as some remaining part of her mind remembered my warning; make cummies and her mind would lock her forever like this. She tried to play with the blocks instead, her trembling fingers barely managing to grip the plush.
	I checked the clock and smiled. “Guess what babies? It's dindins time!”
	The other babies squealed in delight and crawled towards me, but Katie looked around in flustered confusion. I got the others settled first, lifted up into their high-chairs and buckled in. I gave them each a plastic plate of soft, luke-warm, mushy vegetables, and they quickly set to work making a mess of them. Katie shied away from me when I came to pick her up, whining softly as I lifted her up off the plug's button and made the vibration stop. But when I settled her into her chair, and the vibration started up again, she was happy again. I patted her crotch and she shivered.
	“Getting close, little one?”
	She parted her lips and gasped, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. I fetched her dindins; the pail from the changing room. The smell hit her nose right away and she started to cry.
	“Let's see, this one's Stephanie's. Not much to eat in hers. This one's Faye's...peeyoo! Extra stinky! This one's Amy's, too clean for dindins.” I laid them all out on the floor where Katie could see. “And this one's Lucy's. I think you should have Lucy's after you upset her earlier.”
	Katie struggled in her high-chair as I unfolded the diaper on the tray in front of her. She tried to push it away with her paws, but I gently moved them down to her sides and folded the velcro straps over her wrists.
	“Nooooo,” she gurgled.
	“Now, Katie, don't make a fuss. Open wide for the choo-choo!”
	I dipped the spoon into the diaper's mess and then manoeuvred it towards Katie's lips. She clamped her mouth shut and turned her head away.
	“Mmmph!” she protested.
	But I was used to reluctant babies and knew just what to do; I tickled her tummy and saw her mouth open for her giggle. In the spoon went. She squealed into it, tears running down her cheeks. Then, to my surprise, she started to buck in the chair. Her head dropped down, mouth closed, and my spoon came away clean.
	“Oh dear. Did my little baby make stickies from tasting her poopy dindins?”
	She sniffled weakly and didn't answer. She couldn't answer. The hypnosis was locked in place, permanent, and nobody, not even me, could undo it. She opened her mouth for the next spoonful, incapable of the thoughts of revulsion that had made her so upset before.
	And when it was all done, when she was cuddled up happily with the other babies in the pillow snug, Mama bear took a quick trip to the bathroom and flushed away the little key for her newest baby's pretty pink chastity; she wouldn't be having any more naughty stiffies from now on.
	“Okay,” I said, coming back to the play room, a bright smile on my face. “Who wants to read a bedtime story with Mama?”
	Five bright, happy faces smiled back at me.