Kitnapped

Chapter 3: Daddy

" I sure hope so otherwise the adoption would've been done under false pretenses- " I looked up to see a big black fox leaning over the rails with a warm smile on his face and before I could react he'd lifted me out of the crib by the armpits, " -Looks like a certain kit is in desperate need of her morning diaper change. "

I blushed insanely as the contents of the embarrassing garment sloshed around a bit before settling again. I wriggled from the discomfort of my thick padding having grown cold and itchy. Upon noticing this my handler chuckled, " Such a fussy baby I have, don't worry daddy's here to make everything better, Krimson. "

Despite my best efforts I couldn't ignore the fact that this perfect stranger knew my name as he secured me to the changing table in the corner using his tails, " Who awe you? "

My heart did leaps and kicks as he used a single claw to cut through the tapes, " Isn't it obvious little one? "

I cocked my furry head in confusion as he began cleaning me up, using the front of the diaper to wipe away some of the mess caking my crotch. Once clearing away the excess he balled it up and threw it in the pail by his feet. Then using several wipes he cleaned my privates vigorously before I could provide an adequate answer, " Daddy? "

This time I got an outright laugh from him, " Who's a clever girl, is it you? I think it is- " I couldn't help but roll my eyes at all the baby talk, this in turn forced the overzealous kitsune to change my attitude by blowing raspberries into my exposed tummy. I tried to remain strong but within seconds I was giggling delightfully, " -There we go, no pouty pups on my watch. "

The rest of the change went without incident as this new ticklish body of mine tired easily and needed time to recuperate. Upon completion I found myself in a much thicker diaper reeking strongly of baby powder. Satisfied the playful kitsune carried me like a small child out of the nursery. My tail swishing excitedly as he pat my padded bottom affectionately causing faint crinkling to fill the air. Entranced by all the care and attention I failed to notice him brandishing a baby bottle until he'd already pressed the nipple to my lips, " Wat's dat? "

With a sly smirk he replied, " Just a little something to tide my precious princess over until breakfast is ready. "

Reluctantly I began nursing on the contents, quickly becoming drunk on the sweet cream and only regaining coherence when I heard the resounding click as the tray to my highchair was locked in place. I remained rather unfazed as the situation I currently found myself in was no stranger than the rest of the morning so far. That is until the bottle ran dry and I recognized who was behind the stove cooking away, " You, you're my mommy? "