Lovesick part 17
Sammy and Chris had left, leaving the four fluffies in his safe room. And Sammy, not being one to suffer a difficult fluffy, left Bumbles full of training treats.
Fluffy treats made to taste like spaghetti but filled with artificial sweetener. Not just a sugar free, but a sugar free treat marketed to induce anal leakage and diarrhea.
“Yu twee nee unnastan, Bumbwes am bes fwuffy, dat why yu mummah gib Bumbwes all da numnies.” He was proud, and smug, because why shouldn’t he be? He was a good fluffy, possibly the best. And those previous accidents? Well those may have not been accidents.
-RUMBLE-
Nova was the first to hear it, his ears twitched, but be couldn’t find the source. “Wat dat?”
Mocha and Jimi stopped chasing the ball, curious they looked around. Mocha gasped, she was she first to see the yellow fluff under the neon green tail staining with poop. She pointed, “bad poopies!”
“Whewe? Dewe nu bad poopies!”. Bumbles argued, spinning in a circle. The stomach rumbling had to be something else. Maybe he was hungry. His nose wrinkled at the smell that he couldn’t admit was coming from him.
“Yu poopie pwace makin’ bad poopies!” Nova yelled out, after his experience he backed himself away, pushing his body tight into a corner, his wings fluttered nervously.
There was almost a perfect circle of liquid shit on the floor with Bumbles in the middle.
-GURGLE-
Bumbles eyes went wide, “dis nu gud…” he could only take tiny steps as he tried to hold back the flood. It didn’t work, he was too far from the litter box. It was only 6 feet, but that felt like a mile.
“Eep!” Bumbles squeaked out a noise and not so much ran, but was propelled by the fountain of liquid shit erupting from beneath his tail.
Mocha his behind Jimi, peeking behind his back as Bumbles stumbled into the litter box. “Haaaaahhh… haaaaaah… hewp! Poopie pwace outta contwol!” Half of his body hung outside of the litter box, but his whole mass shuddered and spasmed.
Mocha nudged Jimi, “mummah nu gunna wike dis.”
Jimi nodded, “mummah gunna be vewy angwy.”
Sammy surveyed the mess. It was as disgusting as she expected. But, with her line of work, and owning fluffies before, she wasn’t phased. “So, has he done this before?”
“He had accidents but not like this.”
Bumbles looked upset, but it only fuels Sammy. “How about I take care of this. Can I help with the disciplining and training? You can take off for work.” She gave Chris a reassuring smile.
“I mean, I guess…” he gave her a kiss, “thank you. I’m going to go get ready.” Chris disappears down the hall and Sammy got to work.
It took some time to get the floor clean, she worked while watching Bumbles, and his shamed look. His haughtiness crumbled. She looked down at him, forcing him to awkwardly look up, “I have to give you a bath.”
He only whimpered. And his complaints were mostly quiet, the only sound her humming and the water against the sink. Until he had another round of explosive shits. She kept his rear hanging over the sink as she dried his fluff. The humming continued as an electric buzzing filled the kitchen.
“Whu- wat dat?”
Her humming, while bright and cheerful did not match her tone of voice. “See, bad fluffies that can’t make good poopies need a diaper. And diaper fluffies don’t need their fluff.”
“Screeeeeee!” He flailed but was held firmly in place as she shaved off all the fluff. From his lower half of his body. The outside of his thighs, his tail, his legs, his back. She flipped him over and shaved off the rest, being especially aggressive on his genitals. The pink flesh had some rough red spots from the aggressive shaving. Bumbles was left in the sink, his back half bald.
Sammy returned with a fluffy diaper in hand. “Stand up.” Smack! her hand slapped against his bare back.
“Scree! Nu moaw owies! Poopie pwace su owies!”
Even with his complaining he stood up on shaky legs. The diaper was wrapped around him, there was even a hole for his bald tail to poke through. “Bad upsies!” Bumbles squeaked as he was carried by his mane and returned to the safe room.
The white diaper and pink tail stood out against his green and yellow fluff. Which was stark against his blue bed. Sammy ignored him as she finished cleaning the litter box, leaving her fluffies and him alone again.
Instead of leaving, with Chris gone she checked out his medications, took pictures and measurements. She continued her happy humming while she scrolled through her phone.
Bumbles became more subdued over the following days, his attitude as a smarty, and his haughty personality shifted drastically. He was much more polite. Sammy kept the diaper on him. She kept shaving him every few days. She kept making him perform tricks for Chris and rewarded Bumbles with just one sugar free spaghetti treat. She would reward Chris with treats of his own, which were not spaghetti flavored.
“Why don’t you start staying over at my place more? I have a bigger bed. I have a bigger safe room. I cook better.”
Chris kissed the top of her head and Sammy snuggled against him. “Isn’t this going too fast?”
“We’ve been together for a month. We aren’t getting married, I just think we would be more comfortable at my place. And you don’t have to move in, just, bring some stuff and spend the night there more often.”
Chris had a thoughtful look as he pondered the idea, which Sammy countered with her womanly wiles.
Just a few days later she had made room in her dresser for his clothes, and a spare bed for Bumbles in the safe room, and even space in the medicine cabinet. While he was off at work, she visited his house with the pretense of getting a few more things for him and Bumbles.
Sammy tapped her finger against her lips before pouring his heart medications into two baggies and replacing them both with identical sugar pills.
