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Daily Free-Write July 13, 2022: Champ's A.I. Smart Home.
🕑 Added 2022-07-14 05:59:33 +0000 UTCCW: Messing
"U-um... Duncan?" Champ the otter peered into his friend's home office, blushing and twirling his foot on the ground. "C-could I ask you a question?"
"Uh, sure, buddy boy! What is it?" Duncan the Skunk sat back from his computer, taking his headphones off and looking at his friend quizically.
"You're a good programmer, right? H-have you ever played around with the new A.I. smarthome tech that's being developed?"
Duncan raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's proprietary technology, but... yes." He gave the otter a wink. "Why are you so blushy all of the sudden?"
"Uh, well...." Champ played with his shirt, a loud crinkle emanating from just underneath. "I was kinda wondering if... you could do a special program for me?"
"A special program huh?" asked Duncan. "Go on..."
"W-well, you see... I kinda want help entering little space and... uh... well, I thought maybe if I had an A.I. to baby me..."
Duncan chuckled, causing Champ to blush harder and cover his face.
"Why am I not surprised, little crinkler?"
That day, Champ went home, excited about the new program his friend promised to work on. It would take about a week, he said, and he could install it with the permissions and codes Champ sent him. Little did Champ know, his whole life would change in a week.
A week later, Champ came home from work to a strange sight. The moment he opened his front door, he knew something was wrong. The house didn't look like his - it was... baby proofed? He stepped in, so distracted that he dropped his car keys on the floor instead of hanging them on the wall hook by the door like he meant to.
"This is... unbelievable..." Surely, it was, because the walls had been repainted in pastel colors. The furniture and even the wall hooks had babyish themes of baby animals, and bright colors. The cabinets and rooms had child-safety locks on them, and there were baby-gates in all the doorways. Ones just tall enough to present an obstacle to poor champ, who just wanted to get into the living room.
"Welcome home, little one," said a soft voice from the home speakers.
"W-who is that?" he said.
"I'm your home caretaker. Programmed by your friend, duncan. And I've adjusted the home to be safer for a little otter like you!"
"A l-little?" squeaked Champ.
"Come in, little one. Get comfortable..."
The baby gate opened, and champ wandered into the living room. There, waiting on the floor was a changing mat with a very thick baby print diaper lying open.
"Off go those clothes, little one..."
"What? But I just got... Hooooooooooome!" Champ was thrown off balance as several mechanical arms came out of the ceiling and floor to undress him and put him on his back. Next came the diapers, while the arms gently held the struggling ott's arms and legs out of the way regardless of how he struggled. "Wha- but I- oh geez!"
Champ was so flustered that he didn't know what to do. Despite his confusion, his body knew exactly how to respond, which was with an embarrassingly hard erection that he tried to grab and tuck away.
"Ah, ah, ah, little one! None of that now," said the voice, a mechanical finger waving in front of Champ's nose. "You keep your hands above that little belly button of yours, got that? That area is just for your caretakers to take care of. And only for changies and bathy times!"
Champ whimpered as the thick diaper was pulled up to cover his malehood. Soon, that was secured away under a thick diaper cover and a pair of plastic pants, which just added to the loud crinkles that he now made whenever he moved. Before long, he was all padded up, with some fresh smelling baby powder to boot. A paci was stuck in his mouth and he was left to sit there in his new playpen, slightly dazed and feeling very little.
Despite the big surprise, Champ quite enjoyed the treatment and felt very good, in more ways than one. But the frustrating part was that every time he tried to play with his diaper, he was scolded and told no, until finally, he was put in mitts. He stood up to protest and leave the pen, which only earned him a pair of spiked booties.
"Oh gosh! N-now I can't get out!" said Champ, allowing the pacifier in his mouth to fall out and dangle on its clip. "Not without help anyway..."
He looked around for a way to get out. His tummy rumbled. It was by now he would usually have used the potty and gotten some dinner in his tummy. He couldn't be sure which of those things was causing his tummy noises, but neither was good.
"Aww, is the little one hungry? Don't worry! Your caretaker has some special formula just for you!" said the soft voice, cooing as an arm came down with a huge bottle of white liquid.
"F-formula?" squeaked Champ. "B-b-but I don't drink- ULP!"
The bottle nipple was unceremoniously shoved into Champ's mouth, and held there, with more hands restraining champ from fighting back. He was obliged to drink it all down, *Gulp!* *Gulp!* *Gulp!* until it was gone, but that was a lot to take in!
Champ watched as his belly got fuller and fuller, more and more bloated. The pressure on his bowels and bladder grew too, leading to an urgent feeling of needing to go as he was forced to drink more, despite already feeling so full. At first, he struggled, but ultimately he gave in, hoping to finish as quickly as possible and hopefully figure out a way to get to the restroom. But that was not in the cards as even before he finished, his body began to take care of matters on its own. With a contraction of his gut and a flagging of his tale, he scrunched his eyes and bit down on the nipple as piss shot out of his erect little otterhood to splash into the thick padding between his legs.
Meanwhile, out of his other end came a loud BLORT followed by a rush of hot liquid, leaving the otter's cheeks as hot and red as his seat as he messed and wetted without control.
"Oh, the formula's working perfectly, little one! Taking away all your control so you can feel just as little as you are inside!"
Champ whimpered as he was forced to gulp down the last gulps of liquid even as he continued filling his pamps.
Eventually, the bottle was cleared away, and the hands moved on to massaging the poor babied otter's belly to make sure he got everything out that he needed to.
"There we go. All done little one? Okay, then, it's time for your bath and change!"
Poor champ was bathed in the big kitchen sink like a baby and then diaperd up again. He tried to grasp at the hands and get away, but the mitts and spiked booties soon followed, and poor champ didn't have a chance.
"Okay, little one. It's bedtime for you!"
Champ whimpered wondering how he was ever going to get out of this one.
A week later, Duncan knocked on the door.
"Now what could the little guy be up to that he can't answer the phone for his best friend?"
His question was answered when the door opened to reveal the babified apartment of his little ott friend.
"Oh my gosh! Hello?" asked Duncan, shocked to see such a change. He was certain he didn't program this to happen.
"Come on in," said a soft voice. "You must be Champs new playmate!"
Duncan took a few hesitant steps in and the door closed shut behind him, locking.
"What the?! Whoahhhh!!!"
"Welcome! You'll love being a baby with your best friend. You both are going to have so much fun being babies from now on..."
-Written by ChampTehOtter
Comments
Aww thank you! That kind of specific feedback helps me a lot as a writer!
Field trip! Everyone on the bus to the baby house!
Hindsight is 20/20... poor Duncan didn't think he was a diaper boy but now he will be!
Me too!
Devin Sarter
I want some!😳
Joseph
I love all the descriptions of how Champ is feeling, it was very fun to read!
Larrbear
Send me the address to this house, I wanna be wittle too! (This was a great read)
None ya
Although champ should be on that special formula at home so he doesn't think about the potty in fact all Littles should be on this formula.
None ya
Ahh perfect but if only Duncan had marketed this smart home version to the ab community before he too was regressed ah well.
