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Finnicky Baby 10.1
🕑 Added 2022-09-18 07:42:03 +0000 UTCPt. 1 Ch. 1-6 Pt. 2 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10
The crime scene was nothing short of horrific.
"My gods. The things you can do with a paperweight," said Nick, trying not to lose his lunch, as he stepped out of the vice president's office, holding his stomach.
"It's okay, Nick," said Judy. "It happens to everyone their first.. Uh..."
She looked up as a large elephant with gold tipped tusks barged onto the floor.
"Whoa, sir!" said Judy, standing up and stepping in front of the door. "You don't want to go in there."
"That's ridiculous! You're both fired!" said the elephant. "Now move aside," he said, opening the door and pushing Judy aside in the process. He took three steps in and stepped right back out again. "Holy shit. That's a dead body!"
"Easy there, big fella," said Nick, bringing over a trash can. "You might want to use this if you're going to lose your lunch."
Once the belligerent elephant bull had recovered, Judy began to question him about the furson inside.
"Well, I couldn't tell from the face... but I'd recognize that watch anywhere. That's J. T. McRichbeak, my CFO."
"And do you know anyone who would want him dead?"
"Yeah," said Mr. Tusk. "The competition."
"Competition?"
"They're sending a message. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time I send them a message of my own."
"You're not excused, sir! Sir? I said you're not..."
"Let him go," said Nick, putting a hand on Judy's shoulder as they watched the angry elephant stomp off.
"What do you mean, let him go? He's acting very suspicious..."
Judy stopped as she looked at what Nick held in his hand.
"Is that his wallet?"
"And his phone. And keys." Nick said, as he watched Judy's jaw drop. "Surprised? Didn't you know I was top in my class for picking pockets?"
"You know this is illegal," said Judy, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. "You should give those back right away."
"I know," said Nick, smirking and stepping away from the door while thumbing through the latest messages on his phone. Well, would you look at this?" he said. "A new message from J.T. McRichbeak..."
"What, what?" asked Judy. "Let me see that!"
"Are you sure? I know how much of a stickler you are for breaking the rules..."
"Shut up and let me see it, already..."
*****
Meanwhile, back at the daycare, Finnick was actually starting to have fun for once. Far from blending in and fading into the background, he was the most popular kid there.
"You gotta play with us next!"
"NO us!"
He never seemed to have an opportunity to sneak off to the bathrooom or to look for incriminating evidence of malfeasance because he was too busy trying to keep up with all the others.
'Oh, geez," he panted, "these kids are gonna kill me..."
He wanted to tell them to buzz off but he couldn't blow his cover. He had to play it cool. By the time story time rolled around, he had tired himself out, but playtime wasn't over.
"Hey, buddy," why aren't you doing the hokey pokey?" asked Ms. Claire. "Do you need help?"
They had just finished story time, and they were all getting their energy out before lunch.
"N-no, I can do it just fine," said Finnick, but it was too late. He sighed as Clair grabbed his leg and showed him how. She put his foot in. *CRINKLE*. She took his foot out. *CRINKLE*. She put his foot in. *CRINKLE*. And she shook it all about. *CRINKLECRINKLECRINKLE*
It had the other rugrats in fits of giggles, and Finnick was blushing deeply under his fur. To make it worse, he had to pee, and he had no way to get to the bathroom. It was in the nick of time that lunch was finally ready.
Finnick thought he might finally sneak away while everyone was eating, but the big hippo girl had decided he was her dolly and it was her job to look after him.
"Get offa me, kid," said Finnick, pushing her away, but she was too strong. Finnick was easily forced into her lap at the low lunch table.
"Aww, isn't that sweet?" asked Claire. "Would you like to help feed the baby? Here's his bottle."
"B-bottle?! I don't need a -mmph!" Finnick's words were cut off as the huge nipple was forced into his mouth.
"That's a good baby! Drink up," said the girl, and he was forced to gulp down the liquid, which he hoped would not all be fed to him. He was already crossing and uncrossing his legs to avoid peeing himself, but he knew he wouldn't last til the bottle was empty. Sure enough, the fuller his belly got, the worse his urge to pee became.
"That's it! Drink it allll up and grow big and strong like your big sister!" she said.
Finnick whined, feeling completely full already. Milk dribbled down his chin, and onto his bib, making him look every bit the baby that he was pretending to be. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't the only thing that dribbled. He grunted and winced as the first drops of pee forced themselves into the front of his diaper, wetting it.
Maybe no one will notice if I just let a little go, he thought, however, he thought wrong. Almost immediately, Hippo-girl's eyes went wide, and she exclaimed, "Oh! Is the baby wet?"
Finnick's tail bristled and he let out more pee as his heart crawled into his throat. No amount of shushing would shut her up.
"Miss Daily! Miss Daily! The baby is wet!" she declared.
"Uh oh!" said another caretaker, a big cow who bent down to pick up the poor soggy fox. "We know how to take care of a soggy little one, don't we?"
Finnick whined as he was held up for all to see. WIth the woman holding him under the armpits like that, he was completely exposed, his sagging diaper there for all to see, and he was totally unable to reach down and cover it up. He was afraid everyone would be laughing and making fun of him, but that wasn't quite the case.
"Can I help?" said the hippo girl.
"I want to help take care of the baby too!"
"Me too!"
Finnick's guts churned and he realized with horror that he wasn't going to be laughed at. The truth was far worse. They saw him as a total baby compared to themselves. He was totally expected to be in diapers, and not only that, they wanted to help. He shook his head no, hoping against hope that Moolissa the caretaker would say no.
"Of course!" said Moolissa. "I think it will be a learning experience. Would one of you kindly lay out a nap mat for the little one? We can use that."
Finnick was completely screwed. He was laid down on his back and the more he fussed, the cuter everyone found it.
"He can borrow my pacifier! I don't need it anymore," declared a bear, in a proud voice. He then shoved the pacifier into Finnick's mouth silencing any protests.
"Thank you Beartrand. That's very mature of you," said Moolissa, as she began untaping the fussy Finnick's diaper.
Finnick was still trying to hold everything back, but just as she undid the last tape, he lost all control and flooded. It was just in the nick of time that she lifted the diaper back up to block the stream.
"Happens every time with boys," said Moolissa, chuckling. Finnick was mortified. He was only too grateful when someone handed him a plushie to help calm him down. He buried his face in the cute stuffed lamb so he wouldn't have to see everyone looking at him, or watch his diaper being changed.
"You can keep Lamby if you want. I think she needs a good home."
Finnick just nodded, and buried his face deeper into the fluff, causing a lot of 'awws' at how adorable he was being. Like it or not, he was the class baby, even in the baby class.
