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PostSubject: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:59 pm

The Chimour Chronicles, I of III

It was a dark, and stormy night with little four year old Chimour, a timid vampire bat furry, who laid fast asleep in his crib. As he slept on his mother came in to check up on him and smiled at what a handsome little boy she had birthed, and she wasn’t wrong for being proud of how he looked. He had inherited his mother’s piercing red eyes, his father’s jet black fur, and was the most beautiful thing his mother had ever seen, but sadly she after that night would never be able to hold him again. Chimour’s father was out hunting and gathering that night, and had left his wife to watch after their son, so Chimour’s mother looked onward at him in his crib until he started to stir, and soon he woke up blinking adorably at his mother.

“How’s my little man doing today?”. She asked him while she let the crib rails down.
“Fine mommy, but I think I need a change”. Chimour said blushing.

“Again sweetie? How long will it take for you to learn how to use the potty like a big fur, and didn‘t I tell you to go before bed so this wouldn‘t happen?”. She asked sighing a little.

“I tried mommy, but I didn‘t have to then…”. Chimour said getting redder in the face by the minute.

“I have a friend who has a three year old girl that is already using the potty, so why don’t you? Also why do you insist on sleeping in a crib? A boy your age should be happy to sleep in a big fur bed”. She said.

“I’m sorry mommy, and I don‘t wanna sleep in a big fur bed…”. Chimour said starting to get teary eyed.

“Oh sweetie please don’t cry… I’m sorry for upsetting you, but you have to learn how to use the potty sooner or later, and how come?”. She asked in a soothing voice as she hugged her son in her warm embrace, trying to calm him down.

“O-Okay, and I‘m just scared that I‘ll fall out of it…”. Chimour said wiping his small red eyes, blushing a little more.

“Well I guess I’ll try asking you again after I have you potty trained, but for now how’s about we change that diaper?”. She asked warmly, picking up Chimour as she soon sat his very soggy bottom down on the nearby changing table.

“O-okay”. Chimour said with his face as red as a cherry when his mother picked him up, and carried him over to the changing table, his diaper sagging badly from his now elevated backside with it soon squishing very audibly, and wetly when it was laid down on the table.

“Okay pee-pee pants time for a diapee change”. His mother said, making sure to lay the teasing, and baby talk on thick, causing his blush to deepen even more as she proceeded to untape his wet Pampers with a chuckle at her son’s expression, taking out some baby powder, baby wipes, and some pull ups out from underneath the diapering supplies cabinet.

“You know I kind of like the fact that you still aren’t potty trained because it gives me all the more reason to treat to like a baby”. She teased putting her index finger to Chimour‘s furry, little nose before she started tickling Chimour’s furry little feet setting the supplies aside as she did so.

“Please stop tickling mommy,”. Chimour said giggling while she continued.

“No can do baby”. She said still tickling Chimour as she carried on.

“But I have to potty!”. Chimour whined still giggling as he started feeling the sudden, intense urge to go potty.

“Well if you have to go potty so bad then just go in your diaper”. She said with a chuckle as she retaped his sodden pampers back on to him and continued tickling him.

“But I am not a baby!”. Chimour protested as he just then lost control and started wetting his Pampers again.

Chimour was blushing pretty badly now as his mother continued chuckling while the telltale hissing sound was heard coming from inside of Chimour’s Pampers with them discoloring, and swelling up even more, his diaper now so puffed out it looked like he had a small pillow taped onto his bottom.

“Well if your not a baby then prove it by using the potty like a big fur, or I will continue to treat you like this since you can‘t tell me you‘re not a little cub in a wet diapee now can you?”. She asked smiling.

“No mommy…”. Chimour said still blushing.

“Good boy”. She said smiling and proceeded to untape Chimour’s freshly soaked pampers while taking out some baby wipes from the dispenser.

“What are we going to do today mommy?”. Chimour asked as his mother cleaned up his front gently.

“Well not today, but I figured that we may go to the fair tomorrow, BUT only if you prove to me how mature you are by using the potty like a big boy, managing to keep accidents to a minimum, and by not pooping these pull ups I am going to change you into for the rest of the night.”. She said now cleaning up Chimour’s bottom, soon finishing with that before throwing his soaked Pampers away into the diaper pail after placing the used wipes inside, and balling it up, and before taking out the baby powder which she promptly started to gently rub into Chimour’s front.

“Okay I can do that, and what are you talking about? I don‘t poop my pants anymore…”. Chimour said blushing a little because of that comment, and since this was the most embarrassing part of a diaper change for him.

“There we go all nice and powdered, and is that so? Explain the really, really stinky diapee I had to change last night then”. Chimour’s mom said after rubbing in some more powder into Chimour’s bottom, picking up the pull ups with Buzz & Woody designs, which had little fade when wet rocket graphics, so that she could easily measure how much Chimour had wet himself, since he usually didn’t wear pants around the house, and held them open for Chimour.

“That doesn’t count! We had KFC last night, and they just don’t cook it right around here!“. Chimour said pouting, but giggled when he saw his pull ups he’d be wearing since he liked the colorful and cartoony graphics on them.

“Uh huh sure, and so when you need to go potty just tell mommy and mommy will hurry you into the bathroom okay?”. She asked teasing her son a little with a smile as he stepped into his training pants for her prompting her to pull them up for him.

“Okay, and really I don‘t make poopy in my pants! Okay maybe a few other times I did, but it wasn‘t my fault…”. Chimour said as he walked off into the living room with his mommy.

“I never said it was your fault sweetie, but I am really glad that those times when you did mess yourself we weren’t in the middle of potty training you because a messy diaper is one thing, but messy training pants are another”. Mommy said smiling as Chimour continued pouting a little as he sat on the couch prior to his mommy turning it onto a cub network for him so that he could watch some Sesame Street.

Meanwhile Back In The Woods…

“And that makes eight”. Chimour’s father said picking up another rabbit that he had killed.

“I’d better not tell Chimour that he’s eating rabbit when I get back, I mean the little guy loves nature so much that he would probably throw a fit if he knew what he was eating”. He said to himself remembering the time he got Chimour to eat deer.

“Well I better not keep em waiting”. He said taking flight and soon headed off, back towards his house.

“Mommy where’s daddy?”. Chimour asked curiously about an hour later as his episode of Sesame Street was coming to a close.

“He’s out getting us dinner”. She said trying to avoid saying the “H” word.

“Daddy’s not out hunting again is he momma?”. Chimour asked tearing up since cows, and chickens were one thing, but the thought of hurting, and devouring any woodland critters greatly upset him.

“No he’s not… Yeah he’s uh… Buying us some food at the market”. She lied since she knew that Chimour would throw a fit if he knew what his father was out doing.

“Well okay”. Chimour said going quiet when suddenly it dawned on him. “Uh… hey mommy?”. Chimour asked quickly standing up, and holding his crotch a little while crossing his legs

“Yes honey?”. She asked already having a good guess on what was happening.

“I got to go potty...”. Chimour said trailing off as he saw one of the rockets on the front of his pull ups start to fade, now doing the potty dance as the need grew.

After hearing this Chimour’s mother jumped up off of the sofa and grabbed Chimour by the paw, racing him off to the toilet.

“Mommy I don’t think I can hold it in anymore… I’m… I’m going to wet my pants”. Chimour said tearing up as he held his crotch still running towards the potty with his mother dragging him.

“No you’re not, we’re almost there sweetie, just hold on”. Chimour’s mother reassured, and soon reached the bathroom with her son who was still clutching his crotch, trying to stave himself off from soaking his pull ups.

Chimour quickly pulled down his pull ups, and after his mom helped him up onto the toilet he began going to bathroom, smiling at not having done it in his pants for once.

“Aw looks like someone’s a bigger fur then I thought”. Chimour’s mother chirped happily and tussled her son’s black hair which Chimour smiled and giggled at.

“Just tell me when your done sweetie, and I will clean you up”. She said smiling.

“I think I’m done now mommy”. Chimour said after a minute or two of sitting there on the toilet.

“Okay”. She replied, and began wiping Chimour’s bottom clean, soon finishing. “Now lets get back into the living room”. Chimour’s mother said taking Chimour off of the toilet, and after pulling her son’s pull ups back up they walked back into the living room where she sat on the couch, cuddling her son, and while she continued praising him for making it to the potty.

And so mere minutes later there was a knocking at the door prompting Chimour’s mother to get up off of the couch that she was previously sitting on with her son.

“I’ll go get that dear”. Chimour’s mother said then going over towards, unlocking, and opening the front door.

“Hi honey I’m back from hun-”. Chimour’s dad said stopping short when seeing that Chimour was in the room with them.

“Back from what daddy?”. Chimour asked.

“Uhmm… I am back from… The market”. He said seeing his wife mouth it out for him.
“Well what’s for dinner?”. Chimour asked.

“Well I got a good deal at the market on raw rabbit, so I bought some”. He said sighing since he knew what was coming.

“Why did you buy rabbit? You know I don’t like eating innocent animals”. Chimour complained.

“Well the rabbits that they sold me died of natural causes, and well everything else was out of our price range…”. He responded partially lying, but not completely since really they didn‘t have enough money to buy a lot of what they needed in this economy, at least not food wise since Chimour was still in diapers which were now five times as much as they were before the war between furs and humans so many years ago, also a lot of other things made by machines cost more then they used to back then as well.

Like the same Pampers Chimour wears to bed each night costs his parents quadruple what they would cost for a human mother back then before the great war, but Chimour would be dripping all over the place if he wasn’t diaper, so they decided just to bite the bullet and pay the outrageous prices for the Pampers. And this is mostly why Chimour’s mother wanted him potty trained so bad, because the diapers just cost to much of their money.

“Well okay then…”. Chimour said sitting down at the table, still not happy about this, but waited for his mom to cook up the rabbit for them all the same.

And so soon the family of three gathered around the dinning room table where after the rabbit had finished cooking Chimour‘s mother had brought it out, serving a plate full for everybody at the table.

“Hey daddy guess what?”. Chimour asked eating some of his rabbit with a slight grimace.

“What son?”. He asked also eating some.

“I made it to the potty today“. Chimour announced proudly.

“Aw that’s great to hear sport“. He said rubbing his little man‘s head proudly.

“Yup I‘m a big fur!“. Chimour said happily and continued eating his food.

“Well you still need to learn how to wipe yourself, and how to flush the toilet“. Chimour‘s mother pointed out eating some of the food on her plate.

“Well I will learn how to do that later“. Chimour said soon cleaning the rest of the rabbit off of his plate.

And so like six, or seven minutes after their meal had finished Chimour’s father spent his time with his son over in the living room, playing with his little boy’s ears on the sofa.

“Did I ever tell you how much fun your ears are to tug?”. Chimour’s father asked teasingly.

“Stop that”. Chimour said pouting.

“Oh come on don’t get all gloomy on me”. He said chuckling as he then began tickling his little boy’s feet like mad.

“Take this!”. Chimour said in between giggle fits as he jumped on his dad, play fighting with him, after which both of them were on the floor still seeing who would top who.

“That’s enough fun for tonight you two”. Chimour’s mother said.

“Party pooper”. Chimour said then pouting.

“Which reminds me... Do you have to go potty sweetie?”. She asked.

“Well actua-”. Chimour started, but was interrupted by the sound of a gun abruptly being fired off nearby. “… Not anymore”. Chimour said blushing and crying at having been so startled by that gun shot that he messed and wet his pull ups simultaneously with his pull ups now in desperate need of changing.

“Aw it’s okay sweetie, I won’t count that one against you”. She said motioning to her husband to go see what made that sound.

And so Chimour’s mother still reassuring her son that it wasn’t his fault picked him up, and started heading to the back room with him so that she could change her son‘s pull ups.

“Okay sweetie lets change those pull ups of yours”. Chimour’s mother said sweetly, laying her son down onto the changing table prior to opening up Chimour’s pull ups, and before she started wiping up Chimour’s front while he started crying.

“What’s wrong dear?‘. She asked her now weeping son as she started cleaning his front a little more gently in case she was hurting him.

“I’m not the big fur that I thought I was, am I mommy?”. Chimour asked still crying, obviously still upset about wetting and messing his pull ups like that.

“Oh there, there Chimour it wasn’t your fault”. She said now cleaning up Chimour’s bottom after she had elevated his backside by taking his legs by the ankles, and bringing them up.

“It, it wasn’t?“. Chimour asked as his mommy continued wiping his bottom.

“No of course it wasn’t, and so don’t worry about it okay?”. She asked now throwing away Chimour used pull ups into the diaper pail after finally cleaning him, placing all the used wipes inside, and after balling the training pants up.

“Well okay mommy”. Chimour said smiling happily, but grimaced when he saw her take out some Pampers instead of pull ups.

“Sweetie I figured your having continence issues at night, and that really there are no good ways to stop you from having accidents when sleeping, so you’ll need the extra protection for when you go to sleep, and besides it’s near your bed time now already, so please don’t make this difficult for me”. She said rubbing some baby powder into Chimour’s front gently.

“Fine”. Chimour said blushing as she powdered his front.

“Thank you, and hey you‘re still mommy‘s big boy, so night time accidents don‘t count since you‘ll grow out of them eventually”. She said now rubbing the baby powder into Chimour’s bottom which after she finished that she placed the Pampers underneath his freshly powdered backside. “Also seeing as how you managed to stay dry and mess free for me tonight I think I will take you to the fair tomorrow, okay?“. She asked smiling as she pulled up the front of Chimour’s Pampers, taping them on snuggly.

“Okay mommy”. Chimour said smiling as his mom picked him up and snuggled her freshly diapered little boy happily.

Meanwhile Chimour’s dad discreetly cracked open the front door grimacing when he was confronted by a rather unpleasant sight.

"Humans". He scowled with hatred clear, and ringing in his voice, but also with eyes bulging a little with apprehension when he saw that they were in the possession of guns, and so quickly but silently he motioned to his wife, who setting the freshly changed Chimour down on his bed came back down the hall to her husband.

Her reaction was exactly the same as her husband’s in the way it held anger, and great contempt towards the men, but was also at the same time proceeded by worry when she saw that they were well armed. In fact all furs hated humans, just like all humans hated furs, and wanted them all dead because you see when the fur retrovirus had escaped the labs, and made it’s way into the world of humans, transforming most of them into anthropomorphic animals, also known as furs the humans it didn’t transform lost there sterility, and so thusly some of the remainder of the human race dwindling, and dying off due to the inability of not being able to reproduce decided that they’d selfishly take the fur race along with them into oblivion, or at least try to, and so they went from town to town setting houses on fire, and gunning down all the furs that they could before swiftly being taken care of.

And so because of this some furs became human hunters, killing off humans whenever they could before they could take another innocent lift along with them, but you see even though most humans were killed off by now some had survived, their hatred fueling their deeds of cruelty against the fur race. Then suddenly another noise was heard, but this time it wasn't a gun shot, but was more like a loud cry, a loud cry which alerting Chimour’s father made him turn into the house, him knowing exactly what was making that sound, but as he turned into the house he stepped on, and snapped a twig by accident in mid sprint which was the straw that had broken the camel's back.

The fur hunters turned their heads, guns cocked and loaded as one of them swiftly fired off a round at Chimour’s mother who was saved, but barely by her husband who had jumped on her thus causing the bullet to miss it’s mark while Chimour still carried on crying for some unknown reason from the back room. Chimour’s father managed to get himself, and his wife inside, locking out the blood thirsty humans, while his wife scurried off to the back room to see what was wrong with her son during which time he was busy barricading the front door.

“What’s wrong sweetie?”. His mother asked concerned.

“I fell and now my head is throbbing”. Chimour whimpered.

“It can’t be that bad can it?”. She asked then looking at his head gasping in shock by what she had saw. “Oh my god sweetie you’ve got a gash in your head!”. His mother said looking at the way the blood stained parts of his normally black hair crimson.

“Is that bad?”. Chimour asked groaning in pain.

“It’s very bad, but we can’t get you to a hospital because there are humans outside”. She said when suddenly there was another sound of a gun firing, which scared her into leaving the room, and going back into the living room where she found her husband on the living room floor with a hole shot through his shoulder, yelping in pain.

“Oh my god hunny!”. She said crying as she ran over to him as well. “Why… Why must it end this way?”. She asked sobbing as she held her husband’s paw tightly with her husband in to much pain to talk.

Meanwhile the humans were babbling amongst each other outside, devising ways to reach their prey as one of the huskier looking men, deciding to take a cruder approach, set up dynamite all around the house, lighting the fuse as the others continued talking before the dynamite had went off.


After the blast had hit Chimour’s father, and mother had been partially buried under piles of rubble with Chimour now screaming as loud as he could as he ran over to them, crying out in distress, anger, and other mixed emotions, all of which he was to young to conceive but old enough to feel something along the lines of "MOMMY, DADDY!!! PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD!!" as he got on his knees, crying his eyes out, the pain coming from his still throbbing head now nothing compared to pain coming from his now bleeding heart. But his daddy seeing this just chuckled lightly as he grabbed his son closely to him, and said the last words Chimour would ever hear from him that, or any other night.

"S-son I a-am... P-proud of you, and I know that with your k-kind, a-and loving heart that you will survive, that y-you w-will make it… Just promise me one thing… And… Never c-cry again“.

Then all went black…

Chimour had ultimately survived in the end, but only because his father had thrown him as hard as he could into the night sky, and because Chimour, with his wings extended, had pulled off a miracle that night, flying on the rough winds as there was a big crimson flash of light behind him, which he ignored with tears still welled up in his eyes as he, more out of his survival instinct then anything else found an old, blackened clock tower, which was to be the newly orphaned Chimour’s new home.

“How am I gonna make it without my mommy and daddy?”. Chimour asked himself as his tears started once again welling up in his eyes until he remembered his father’s dying words.

“No! I have to be strong, for them”. Chimour said throwing off the veil of hopelessness that had covered him moments before.

And so Chimour began his life out on the streets, stealing what he needed to survive, and fighting off people who‘d get in his way. Well days had turned to weeks, weeks into months, and soon it had been one year since that night as Chimour laid down in his clock tower home upon a mattress he had stolen before getting back up off of the stolen mattress, and walking over to an opening in the tower which he looked at the city through.

“Another year older, but am I another year wiser as well?”. Chimour mused sighing since it was now he’s fifth birthday, and his first birthday without his parents there with him to sing him “Happy Birthday“ and spoil him with toys, and cake.

“Well I guess I will go get myself something nice for the occasion, oh but first I probably should change”. Chimour said taking out some Pampers and other changing supplies he had stolen, laying down on his bed where he untapped his dirty pampers.

“This feels so weird having to do this myself”. Chimour contemplated aloud as he wiped his front up gently, and soon after wiping his front down proceeded to his messy bottom.

“There we go”. Chimour said smiling as he finished cleaning himself and balled up the used Pampers before unfolding and placing some new ones under him.

Chimour then took out the baby powder which he used to powder up his right paw before he began rubbing in gently into his front and bottom sighing as he did so.

“I really thought I would grow out of these”. Chimour said pouting as he took up the front of his Pampers and taped them up nice and snug. “Oh well, at least they’re convenient”. Chimour said looking at one of the only upsides to being diaper dependant.

“Okay then lets go get me a present”. Chimour said slipping on some oversized black jeans he stole from a fur with black eyeliner around his eyes, and also slipped on some socks, shoes, and a black shirt with “Judas Priest” written on it in red whatever that is, and of course all of the clothes we‘re stolen.

“Okay lets get going then”. Chimour said unfolding his wings and flew off into the night, deciding that he would steal himself a new bed since that old mattress he had back at the clock tower wasn’t comfy in the least.

And so Chimour continued flying off into the night, and eventually saw a store which bore a colorful neon sign that read “Beds for cubs” which peaked Chimour‘s curiosity, and so he landed on top of the building and snuck his way inside. Once inside Chimour saw a variety of beds for little furs like him like small race car, and boat shaped beds, but what really got his attention was a crib in the back of the store, and even though he knew he should be embarrassed for it he had wanted to sleep safe and sound in crib again like when he was still with his parents. And so caving into his childish desires Chimour walked over to the crib and had snuck it out perfectly with the guards and people running the store being none the wiser. Chimour then flew back over to his clock tower where he set his new crib up before climbing into, laying down, and soon falling in his crib.

Chimour had plenty of other similar experiences to this one, but he still had many other life lessons to learn, for as he would soon find out, nothing lasts forever. And so two years later Chimour, now at the age of seven would find out how cruel the world he was hurled into truly was as he came across someone he had befriended only to have him taken away by a tragic twist of fate.

It was in the middle of summer around ten in the morning as Chimour awoke from another great dream, and woke up as he usually did, with a soaked and messy diaper. Chimour just sighed as he hopped his diapered bottom out of bed, and soon after laying down on his old mattress Chimour got to work, untapping his Pampers while humming a cheery tune as he started wiping his front clean gently with the baby wipes.

“Wonder what I’m going to do today?”. Chimour asked himself as he soon moved on to wiping his messy bottom as gently as he had the front.

“Well I guess I could take a walk outside since the people I stole from don’t even know what I look like yet”. Chimour said smiling as he finished up cleaning his bottom and balled up his dirty Pampers along with the used baby wipes which he threw away into the diaper pail he stole.

Chimour then placed some new Pampers underneath his bottom, and started rubbing in the baby powder into his front before powdering his bottom, and taping up his new Pampers nice and snug.

“Okay well time to get dressed for the day”. Chimour said slipping on his now not as oversized pair of black jeans followed by his socks, shoes, shirt, and backpack which he had stuffed with emergency changing supplies.

Chimour after getting properly dressed walked outside of his clock tower and started looking around the city. Getting hungry he stole some bread and fruit from a nearby store without any one noticing, and quickly walked off with his breakfast which he consumed quickly after exiting the store. Chimour walked around a bit more and soon saw a fox fur dressed in a black t shirt and blue jeans.

“Hey”. Chimour said casually since the furry looked to be about his age.

“What’s up?”. The fox fur asked.

“Not much, but why are you here walking these streets by yourself?”. Chimour asked since he didn’t see anyone that could possibly be related to him.

“I don’t have a mother or father, so I am an orphan”. The fox fur responded with a sad look on his face.

“Ah… Well um you could stay with me for a little while if you want?”. Chimour asked sympathizing with him.

“Really??!!! You mean it??!!!”. The fox fur asked happily.

“Yeah, but don’t expect me to be living in anything like a mansion or what have you, oh and my name is Chimour, and you are?”. Chimour asked smiling at the fox fur’s reaction to his offer.

“Henry”. The fox fur said.

“Well Henry how about we go have some fun?”. Chimour asked smiling.

“Sure thing!”. Henry said excitedly as he followed his new buddy, smiling happily as he did so.

And so the two of them spent the rest of the day frolicking in the fields of flowers outside of the city limits, telling crude jokes, and just talking about this and that until the predictable happened and Chimour messed his Pampers.

“Hey what’s that smell?”. Henry asked holding his nose while Chimour just sat there in his now messy Pampers blushing.

“Chimour did you?”. Henry asked catching on.

“Y-Yes”. Chimour said blushing with tears in his eyes.

“Well that pair of pants is ruined…”. Henry said sighing.

“Well n-not really..”. Chimour said blushing.

“Huh? Ooooh… I see”. Henry said stifling a giggle which Chimour just blushed more at as he started crying.

“Chimour please don’t cry..”. Henry said sadly as he hugged Chimour who had soon stopped crying, feeling like he did when his mother used to calm him down like this as he blushed some more.

“Now do you want me to change you?”. Henry asked smiling down at him.

Chimour was dumbstruck, he didn’t know what to say, and so still blushing he merely nodded his head silently.

“Okay”. Henry said smiling, and taking Chimour’s backpack, hoping that there was something he could use to change his friend with inside, and after taking out some Pampers, baby powder, and baby wipes he pulled down Chimour’s baggy jeans there in the field of flowers, pushed his friend down onto his back and started wiping his friend’s front as soon as he untapped his friend’s Pampers.

And so Henry continued cleaning Chimour up gently, and had soon finished up, placing the used diaper aside after he put the used baby wipes inside of the diaper, and balled it up before unfolding, and placing some new Pampers underneath Chimour’s bottom and started rubbing in some baby powder into Chimour’s front and backside, making sure to thread his friend’s stubby tail through the hole in the back.

“And there we go Chimour, all nice and clean”. Henry said smiling as he pulled up the front of Chimour’s Pampers, and taped them on snuggly.

“Thanks”. Chimour said still blushing as he pulled up his pants.

“Hey what are friends for?”. Henry asked smiling.

“Keeping embarrassing secrets? Oh and well I guess we should head back home”. Chimour said getting up, and collected his backpack which he filled back up with changing supplies before he slipped it back on, and before he picked up the dirty diaper which he also put into his backpack.

“Aw don‘t worry about it, I won‘t tell anyone, however I hope ya like the nickname ‘Diaper Butt‘ ”. Henry said giggling as he walked off with Chimour towards his clock tower home until Chimour heard the sound of gunfire from behind him, and upon looking down saw that his new friend Henry had been killed by who else but another fur hating human who fled immediately after killing him to lower his chances of being caught.

“HENRY!!!!!”. Chimour cried out in pain as he once again got down on his knees, and began talking to his friend saying how he was going to be alright and how he was going to live, but in the end none of it helped as Henry eventually passed away leaving Chimour alone once more.

“Why?! Why must everyone I love suffer???!!!”. Chimour yelled as he was given looks of piety from passerby, and as she punched the ground with all his might, leaving cracks in the sidewalk along with spots of blood due to the unnatural amount of strength his race had.

Three Years Later...

By now Chimour had grown infamous for his thieving, and it had given him a new name. The name they chose to brand Chimour with was “Phantom Thief”, and he lived up to it, for no one had ever managed to catch Chimour and if one should ever get close he would just disappear into the night like a phantom. But all good things must come to an end, and so at the age of ten Chimour was finally caught. It had been a snake fur who caught Chimour that fateful day, and managed to, after injecting Chimour with some special venom, paralyze Chimour, so that he could stuff him into the back of his police car.

“Where are you taking me chief?”. Chimour asked moments later from the back of the police car when the venom‘s effect wore off.

“Shut up and be good or I will bust your face open with my club you no good punk!”. The officer said.

“Heh many people before you have tried, and none have succeeded, so why do you think you can do it?”. Chimour asked impudently.

“Because I am the one with the gun, and unless you want the back of your head all over my back sit I suggest you shut the hell up!”. The officer shouted.

“A gun? Really? You think that is gonna tip the scales in your favor?”. Chimour asked laughing.

“Here we are you little shit. Now get the fuck out of my car!”. The officer yelled then opening Chimour’s door and threw him out of his car, but to the officer’s great anger Chimour merely pulled off some acrobatics in midair and ended up unscathed and on his feet.

Chimour looked up at there destination and saw that he was taken to a prison, but merely sighed not showing any fear as he was led into the building.

“We’ll see how brave you are when you meet your cell mate!”. The officer said pushing Chimour hard in the back.

“So this is him? The phantom thief? But he’s just a boy officer”. A young fox girl from behind a bullet proof glass made booth said.

“Trust me on this, this little shit IS the phantom thief, and we ARE going to lock him up in a cell with the rest of the trash who didn’t fit into proper society”. The officer said sneering.

“But he’s so young….”. The fox girl said.

“Well maybe his worthless parents played a part in turning him into such a delinquent”. The officer said before being slammed straight in the jaw by a painful uppercut that sent him reeling.

“I can take a lot of psychical and verbal abuse officer, but when you insult my parents I WILL hurt you!”. Chimour said with a mean look on his face.

“You see!!! He is the phantom thief! The fact that he dislocated my jaw proves it!”. The officer said after relocating his still aching jaw.

“Well alright”. The fox girl said then signing the papers as she approved Chimour’s sentence of a lifetime in jail.

“Okay now you will refer to all officers here as sir, and if you don’t comply then you will be beaten until you do. Now do I make myself clear?!!!” . The fox girl asked.

“Yes Sir”. Chimour said.

“Good now empty your pockets”. The fox girl said.

“Yes Sir”. Chimour said emptying his pockets and gave the fox girl some food, and money he had stolen.

“Is that everything?”. The fox girl asked.

“Yes Sir”. Chimour said.

“Very well, now get dressed”. The fox girl said getting out of her bullet proof booth to hand Chimour the local prison garb.

“Yes Sir…”. Chimour said removing his shirt, his pants, and thusly left his diaper exposed.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!!!”. The officer said then breaking down into fits of laughter while still occasionally rubbing his jaw.

“You don’t by chance have any more diapers in this prison do you Sir?”. Chimour asked blushing.

“No”. The fox girl said breaking down into fits of giggles herself.

“And even if we did you wouldn’t be allowed them because we would just love to see the prisoner’s reaction when they find out they have a baby in their midst!”. The officer said still laughing up a storm.

“Hey don’t forget slime ball that this BABY kicked your ASS only a few moments ago”. Chimour said venomously.

“You little punk! Just for that I‘m going to…”. The officer said now blushing himself as the female fox began laughing even more.

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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 7:01 pm

“Hang on there, I got an idea Bruce”. The young female fox said smiling yet still laughing.

“And what would that be Shelby?”. Bruce asked still rubbing his jaw, and blushing a little.

“Well since we have a baby for a prisoner why don’t we make the abandoned nursery a few miles away his prison, ya know with guards around to make sure he doesn’t escape?” Shelby asked smiling.

“Not a bad idea you got there Shelby, but what will he wear?”. Bruce asked getting a smile at what he thought she was going to say.

“He will only be allowed to wear diapers since we all know babies can’t help but need them”. Shelby said smiling.

“Ha yeah, but hey wouldn’t this be against regulations?”. Bruce asked curiously.

“Oh who cares? I mean we WERE just about to have an under aged fur sentenced to life in prison with several full grown men right? I mean we’ve already gone against regulations, but it doesn’t matter, I mean it’s not like anyone will find out about this, and if they do you can just arrest them! So yeah I say we have a little fun with him”. Shelby said giggling some more.

“Sounds good to me”. Bruce said laughing as he then took Chimour by the arm, and when he resisted he zapped him with the taser, rendering him paralyzed before he shoved him back into the car with only his diaper on.

And so soon there Chimour sat in a playpen, wearing a straightjacket, and a very thick disposable diaper inside of his nursery prison cell, with nothing to meet him but humiliation after humiliation day in, and day out.

“Hello baby boy”. A young attendant from the prison addressed Chimour while giggling.

“I am not a baby!”. Chimour responded.

“Yes you are, oh hey wait a minute… I’m sorry… Did I say ‘Baby‘? I meant ‘Cub‘. There is that better?”. The attendant asked taking out a pacifier gag and soon had it snuggly placed over his mouth.

“Oh well doesn‘t matter what you think, I mean you‘re just a little cub after all, oh and hey do you like your pacifier gag? Oh and how about your straight jacket? Yes? Well guess I got to start trying harder don‘t I?”. The attendant asked chuckling.

“Yeah I kind of thought that the straight jacket idea was a tad weird, but having you in one certainly makes tormenting you a lot easier”. The attendant said smiling.

“Anyways just because I think I should start trying a bit harder I think I will let you wallow around in a messy diaper for the whole day since we both know babies need someone to change them when they use their diapers”. The attendant said laughing.

“Can you say “diaper rash” Chimour?”. The attendant asked crouching down to Chimour’s level.

“No of course you can’t, not with you being a brainless cub who still craps in his pants”. The attendant said suddenly getting much more violent for no reason what so ever, and began kicking Chimour repeatedly in the head until she made him cry.

“Aw did baby get a booboo?”. The attendant asked smiling down as Chimour continued sobbing as blood trickled down from his injured head, and into his right eye.

“What do you think? am I trying hard enough now?”. The attendant asked taking up the nearby paddle before removing the pacifier out of Chimour’s mouth, but still wrapped around his head so she could put it back in in a heartbeat.

“Well baby? Aren’t you going to say anything, or are you just going to sit there crying?”. The attendant asked smiling.


The attendant seemingly calm put the pacifier back into Chimour’s mouth so he could not talk, and then put him over her knee.

“Well okay baby if that’s the way you want it, but lets see how you fair with no diaper changes for the whole week”. The attendant said taking the paddle firmly in hand.

“This is going to hurt you a lot more then it’s going to hurt me”. The attendant said spanking Chimour with surprising strength and stamina, and by the time she got to twenty smacks Chimour had cried so much that his tear wells ran dry, and she had absolutely no intention of stopping either.

By the end of it she had smacked Chimour’s bottom fifty times causing him to wet himself, mess himself, and bleed from his sore bottom, so that his diaper was dyed brown, yellow, and red.

“There we go baby, and as I said before your not going to be changed for a week, and so I hope you like sitting in your filth and all of the blood I drained from your bottom”. The attendant said leaving the room for a beaten, humiliated, and diapered Chimour to wallow in his misery, shame, and agony.

The attendant made good on her threat too, and by the end of the weekend Chimour had a really nasty case of diaper rash, but since there was nothing he could do about it he just sat there, and watched the small, mini television they put in there which of course only had cartoons and television shows for little cubs, but oddly enough Chimour found the shows very soothing and at least had something to distract him from all of the unimaginably cruel torture he was being put through, and so in a way the educational cartoons and television shows preserved Chimour’s sanity.

“Okay baby it’s been a week now, oh and I was even nice enough to bring something to treat that diaper rash”. The attendant said walking into the room.

Chimour looked up at her with a look of exhaustion, and had by now lost all will to resist.

“Okay baby lets change that stinky diaper of yours”. The attendant said picking up Chimour with ease, and laid him down on the changing table where she untapped the ten year old Chimour’s extremely messy diaper. “Looks like baby really had to go didn’t he?”. The attendant asked giggling as she took up some baby wipe which she began cleaning Chimour‘s front with.

“Bottom’s up baby”. The attendant said which Chimour obediently responded to and lifted his bottom up into the air which the attendant started cleaning up as well after going through seven wipes to clean up Chimour‘s front.

The attendant soon cleaned Chimour’s bottom up, using about twelve wipes in the process, and after she did that she threw away his dirty diaper into the diaper pail before slipping another really thick diaper under him and started rubbing in the diaper rash cure into Chimour’s front and bottom which Chimour responded to with moans of pleasure at how it felt when the cream touched his skin.

“Okay now all I have to do is rub in a little baby powder into your front and bottom before taping you up and you’ll be set kiddo”. The attendant said smiling and rubbed the baby powder into Chimour’s front, and then into his backside before finally taping his diaper up nice and snug.

“Now play safe, enjoy your programs, and your three baby bottles of milk will be brought to you shortly”. The attendant said picking up Chimour and sat him back down into his play pen where he continued watching his programs.

And so the attendant soon arrived and with three baby bottles of sour milk she had promised.

“Okay baby time for num nums”. The attendant said smiling down at Chimour who cried a little since the milk gave him explosive diarrhea, but wasn’t going to resist since he didn’t want to be brutally beaten again like the last times he resisted. “Aw I know baby I know, but your still a prisoner and so you need to drink whatever we give you, even if it does make you mess your pants”. The attendant said picking up Chimour, and soon after sitting him in her lap she removed the pacifier gag, and started feeding Chimour the rancid concoction which was sure to have the back of his diaper filled in a couple of hours.

And so Chimour drank the milk as fast as his little jaw muscles would allow, so that he wouldn’t have to suffer the way the milk tasted for as long.

“Aw looks like the little baby was hungrier then mommy gave him credit for”. The attendant said smiling.

Chimour ignored the taunts made by the attendant and just focused on getting rid of all of the foul liquid brought before him as quickly as possible.

“Okay baby time for baba number two”. The attendant said taking another baby bottle out as Chimour finished with his first and started feeding it to him.

Chimour continued drinking and soon had finished his second baby bottle, but also now had his tummy aching from all of the sour milk he had fed it.

“Last bottle for today baby, and after your done with this one your free to watch some more television until beddy bye time”. The attendant said smiling as she started feeding Chimour the next and final baby bottle filled with sour milk.

Chimour’s stomach was really aching now, but still he continued drinking, but near the end of his third baby bottle he lost all control and cried in humiliation as a thick, hot, sticky, and watered down mess made it’s way into the back of his diaper.

“Aw baby made a mess”. The attendant said chuckling. “It’s okay baby I will take care of that dirty diaper of yours tomorrow, but until then I hope you don’t mind diaper rash”. The attendant chuckled some more as she put the pacifier gag back around Chimour’s mouth before sitting the weeping Chimour back down into his playpen where he continued sobbing in his messy diaper before eventually falling asleep.

Two months later into his diaper torture and Chimour had started to lose all hope, and all faith he had in god because surely if there was a god he wouldn’t stand around watching on as Chimour’s suffering took place in this hell hole. And so still Chimour just sat there in his wet and messy diaper watching the television, and wishing for a happy ending of his own, but knew deep down within his heart that he was forsaken, and he was going to die like this. Chimour had lost all hope, and all will to talk or even move, and just sat there in his filth watching the educational television for cubs before him until eventually the attendant who had made it her business to humiliate, beat, feed sour milk to, and then change him, when he eventually messed or wet himself to add insult to injury walked into the room smiling down at Chimour.

“Wow baby needs a change and bad!”. The attendant said lifting Chimour up and off of his messy, diapered bottom, laying him down onto the changing table where she untapped his diaper and started cleaning him up.

The attendant eventually moved onto his bottom which after she cleaned up she threw away his used diaper along with the baby wipes.

“Okay baby mommy’s almost done”. The attendant said putting some more really thick diapers out underneath Chimour’s bottom, and then started rubbing in the baby powder into Chimour’s front and back before pulling up the front of his new diaper, and taping him up nice and snug. “There we go!”. The attendant said smiling as she set the freshly diapered Chimour back down into his playpen.

Meanwhile Bellfry, a fellow vampire bat fur, and big brother to Chimour, who had been living on his own at the time of the incident and who had believed his little brother to be dead with his parents, was off flying towards the town where his parents and little brother lived until he smelled a familiar scent.

“That scent..”. Bellfry said trailing off. “It can’t be…”. Bellfry said only knowing one creature able to give off a scent quite like that.

“I better go check it out”. Bellfry said flying over towards Chimour’s clock tower, but found nothing when he got there except various items ranging from a crib to an old, dirty mattress.

Bellfry even saw a package of open Pampers with one laying on the floor which he picked up and smelled as he soon had picked up the scent he had smelled earlier underneath the diaper’s scent.

“Chimour’s alive…”. Bellfry said shocked by this revelation, and knew that if his brother were still truly alive that he must go find him, and save him from whatever fate that might of befallen him.

And with that Bellfry flew off into the sky in search of Chimour while Chimour sat in his playpen completely zoned out. It ofcourse took Bellfry awhile, but after getting many leads from several random furs Bellfry had found out that Chimour was in jail doing time for numerous thefts, and in a panic flew off to the prison since he feared for his little brother’s safety. And so Bellfry entered the jail in a rage and marched up to the fox girl behind her bullet proof booth.

“Who do you think you are?”. Bellfry asked hotly.

“Um what?”. The fox girl asked looking up from what looked like a magazine on fur fashion.

“You condemned by brother to this hell hole, and he wasn’t even an adult, but still you put him into prison with men most likely more then twice his age!”. Bellfry accused in anger.

“Oh you mean The Phantom Thief?”. The fox girl asked giggling. “No he’s not in there, but me and officer Bruce over here found the perfect place to stick him”. The fox girl said smirking.

“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY LITTLE BROTHER???!!!”. Bellfry asked getting mad.

“I think it’s best you back on out of here real slow like mister before I blow your brains out”. Bruce threatened pointing his gun at Bellfry which was the last mistake he’d ever make as Bellfry simply attacked him in a blind fury before he could get a shot off, and soon had officer Bruce slung around the room in fifty different pieces.

“Good god!”. The fox girl said vomiting.

“TALK OR YOU’RE NEXT!”. Bellfry shouted.

“Okay okay! We are holding him in the abandoned nursery a few miles away, BUT it’s guarded by guards with guns so you’re never going to see your baby brother EVER again!”. The fox girl said putting emphasis on “baby”.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll see”. Bellfry said then walking over to the fox girl.

“Wait! I talked! Please don’t kill me!!!”. The fox girl begged.

“Never! Slime like you deserves no mercy, and so I hope you like roasting in the deepest pits of blackest hell because here comes a first way ticket!”. Bellfry said doing the fox girl like Bruce and soon had her in fifty pieces.

Bellfry then with blood on his paws flew off leaving the bloody mess he left behind for the janitor to clean up, but not before picking up his brother‘s clothes that these people had confiscated, and so after awhile of flying he soon laid his eyes on his brother’s prison. Chimour was still sitting down in his now wet and messy diaper as he heard the fluttering of wings outside which had caught his attention, and so he looked outside of the window and felt his heart beat a little faster as he recognized what he saw as his big brother Bellfry.

“Bewwfwy!”. Chimour cheered in baby talk since the pacifier gag around his mouth had limited his speech, but still he was so happy by Bellfry’s appearance that he regained his spirit, and will that these people had gradually robbed him of.

“Hold on Chimour… I am busting you out of there!”. Bellfry said flying towards the nursery and slammed his fist into the wall thusly creating another entrance.

Bellfry soon seeing the state Chimour was in felt like kicking himself for not getting here sooner, but atleast he had a chance to make things right now.

“Okay little brother hold still so I can get that straight jacket off of you”. Bellfry said as he soon had removed Chimour’s straight jacket.

“Thanks brother, oh and I‘m keeping this as a memento”. Chimour said after removing his pacifier gag which he handed to Bellfry.

“No problem little guy, oh and sure thing”. Bellfry said smiling as he pocketed the pacifier gag.

Just then the attendant came barging in as she soon saw Chimour out of his straight jacket before she started chuckling.

“Looks like the widdle baby boy pulled a Houdini and got out of his jacket“. The attendant said chuckling.

“Hey let me have a crack at her first Bellfry, I mean I hadn’t stretched my arms and legs for so long that I think I could use the exercise”. Chimour said ignoring the attendant and started stretching a little.

“Knock yourself out”. Bellfry said chuckling.

“Okay”. Chimour said smiling as he soon had his foot firmly planted in the attendant’s face and whilst she lay there on the floor he broke all four of her limbs so that she couldn’t get back up.

He had soon done her like she had done him, and soon began by placing a diaper underneath her as he started powdering her front, her bottom, finishing by taping her diaper up nice and snug.

“Well what can I say? Payback’s a bitch baby”. Chimour said smiling down at the attendant as he put one of the spare pacifier gags around her head. “I think it’s time for a spanking”. Chimour said chuckling as he looked at the attendant who was now shaking in fear as he took out the paddle.

“Okay Bellfry I will spank her twenty times since I am tired from all of this, and you will spank her for I guess about thirty, deal?”. Chimour asked.

“Heh I could do sixty”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Well okay”. Chimour said smiling as he placed the attendant on his knee as he did his twenty smacks before handing her to Bellfry who did his sixty smacks, leaving the attendant blushing, crying like a baby, and wallowing in her own filth after having seriously messed, and wet herself from the spankings as she now laid there, whimpering pathetically.

“And now for the coup de grace ”. Chimour said taking the wooden paddle firmly in hand and broke it over her head.

“Okay brother lets get going”. Chimour said completely satisfied as the blood trickled down the attendant’s forehead.

“Can you fly?”. Bellfry asked.

“Yup”. Chimour said smiling.

“Okay just wanna make sure because last time I saw you, you could only manage to hover around a little before landing back down on your bottom, which I see is still diapered”. Bellfry teased as he flew up into the sky where Chimour soon joined him.

“That’s not funny”. Chimour said pouting with a little bit of a blush on his face.

“Aw come on baby brother you know I didn’t mean it like that, infact I think you look really cute in diapers”. Bellfry said smiling.

“I’m not cute”. Chimour said blushing.

“Are you kidding? You are cuteness defined diaper butt”. Bellfry said chuckling.

There was a slight pause in speech between the two brothers before Chimour finally spoke up, and broke the silence.

“I kind of need a change”. Chimour said blushing.

“I know, I could smell you from back there, but I figured you wouldn’t feel comfortable being changed around that psycho chick, so how about I change you when we get back to the clock tower?”. Bellfry asked smiling.

“I didn’t say anything about wanting YOU to change me”. Chimour said blushing intensely.

“Aw come on Chimour, I mean I used to change your diapers all the time when I still lived with you, mom, and dad, and so why should it matter if I change you now?”. Bellfry asked.

“Because I am ten years old and it’s embarrassing”. Chimour said blushing.

“So? I wear diapers to you know”. Bellfry said pulling his pants down a little while still flying as he flashed Chimour a view of what looked like Pampers like what Chimour usually wears.

“Why are you in diapers?”. Chimour asked curiously.

“Well you remember those frequent urges to use the bathroom I kept having?”. Bellfry asked.

“Yeah? So what of them?”. Chimour asked.

“Well it led to a lot of accidents since I had to go so often and sometimes I was to far away from a bathroom at the moment to do anything about it but pee my pants”. Bellfry said. “And so anyway our mother and father just decided it would be easier if I just went back to diapers so I wouldn’t have to worry about it”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Well okay I guess you can change me, but only if I get to change you to”. Chimour said still blushing at the idea.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”. Bellfry said smiling, as soon the two of them had reached Chimour’s clock tower home. “I still can’t believe you live here”. Bellfry said landing into the clock tower.

“Well with nowhere else to call home I had to think of something”. Chimour said laying down on the old mattress.

“Ah okay”. Bellfry said smiling as he got some changing supplies gathered up along with a new diaper.

“Oh yeah bring some diaper rash cure to”. Chimour said blushing.

“Okay”. Bellfry said taking up the diaper rash cure and walked over to Chimour where he untapped his brother’s diaper with a grimace. “Wow Chimour this diaper rash is really bad…”. Bellfry said getting a little upset for Chimour.

“What does not kill me makes me stronger”. Chimour said smiling.

“Yeah, but still… Well I guess I should get to work then”. Bellfry said wiping his brother’s front down gently before he began wiping his brother’s bottom up.

“Okay now lets treat that diaper rash”. Bellfry said applying the diaper rash cure to his brother’s diaper areas which earned a positive reaction from a happy Chimour who loved how the cure felt so much that he was positively giddy after his brother was done.

“There we go”. Bellfry said smiling down at Chimour, and after getting rid of his used diaper Bellfry placed a new one under him before rubbing in the baby powder into Chimour’s front, and Chimour’s bottom before finally taping Chimour’s new Pampers up, all nice, and snug.

“Thanks brother”. A freshly changed Chimour said hugging his brother before getting up, and off of the old mattress.

“Aw no problem bro”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Well what are we going to do now?”. Chimour asked.

“Well after you change me I am going to take you back to my place over in another town, so you will have a proper home”. Bellfry said laying down on the mattress Chimour was on a few seconds ago.

“Okay”. Chimour said happily as he untapped his brother’s well used Pampers, and began work on cleaning his brother’s front gently as he soon finished, carrying on to his brother’s backside which after wiping clean he threw away the used wipes and diaper before placing another underneath him.

Chimour then began rubbing some baby powder into his brother’s front and bottom and soon after that pulled up the front of his brother’s new Pampers, taping them on all nice and snug.

“Okay Chimour, lets get going”. Bellfry said pulling his pants back on.

“But can’t I bring any of my stuff with me?”. Chimour asked.

“Well there really is no need to bring the crib, or anything else except your Pampers, and changing supplies since I kind of have a nursery in my house you can sleep in which has everything you have here, and more”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Why a nursery?”. Chimour asked blushing.

“Because you seem to like living like a little cub what with sleeping in cribs, and with stuffed animals and all”. Bellfry said smiling.

“No I don’t…”. Chimour said not wanting to admit it.

“Bro don’t worry. You can live like that if you want, and I won’t think any less of you for it”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Really?”. Chimour asked still blushing.

“Really”. Bellfry said smiling as he pulled Chimour into a hug.

“Well okay”. Chimour said smiling and hugged his brother back.

“Okay well lets get going then baby brother”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Okay”. Chimour said happily, and after hugging Bellfry one last time Chimour went over, and had soon gathered up his changing supplies along with the rest of his diapers before flying into the sky with Bellfry, flying closely behind his big brother still smiling.

“I think your really going to love the nursery brother”. Bellfry said smiling.

“So… You have any stuffed animals?”. Chimour asked.

“Yup, I have several piles of them in the nursery”. Bellfry said.

“Sweet”. Chimour said smiling.

“Oh but I sleep in the nursery too, and there are no spare cribs”. Bellfry said.

“Well why did you tell me bringing my crib wasn’t necessary?”. Chimour asked.

“Because the one crib I have in the nursery is big enough for two”. Bellfry said smiling.

“So in other words I will be sleeping with you?”. Chimour asked.

“Yup, well atleast until I have a room built for you, I mean I have the free space upstairs, but it‘ll take awhile”. Bellfry said smiling.

“Well okay”. Chimour said smiling.

And so soon the two of them had reached there destination as they both landed in front of Bellfry’s home.

“Welcome home brother”. Bellfry said unlocking his front door allowing access into his house for the teary eyed Chimour.

“Thank you brother”. Chimour said wiping his eyes as he walked into the house where he set his Pampers and other changing supplies down on the floor close to the door way.

“Aw it’s okay brother”. Bellfry said smiling as he hugged his brother. “But anyways I think a certain someone needs a bath”. Bellfry said smiling down at Chimour who simply blushed since he also didn’t know how to bathe himself.

“Well since I am pretty sure you don’t know how to bathe yourself yet how about you let me do it?”. Bellfry asked.

“Yeah I mean you’re already changing my diapers so why not?”. Chimour asked blushing a little more.

“Just remember Chimour, I won’t think any less of you for needing certain things or wanting them, so don’t worry about it”. Bellfry said smiling as he led Chimour by his paw into bathroom.

“Okay lets run you some bath water”. Bellfry said turning one of the knobs, and soon had the bathtub filled.

“Well okay”. Chimour said as he stood there in just his Pampers blushing since the people at the police had taken his clothes from him.

“I don’t think regular diapers and water mix brother”. Bellfry teased.

“But what if I, you know go while you bathe me?”. Chimour asked blushing, but knew there was a good chance of such a thing happening with him not being potty trained.

“Well then just go now, and I will clean you up before putting you in the tub”. Bellfry said.

“O-Okay…”. Chimour said blushing as he focused a little and soon had started wetting and messing his Pampers.

Bellfry just waited patiently for Chimour to finish as he hummed a little song to himself until he did.

“Okay… I’m done brother”. Chimour said blushing while he stood there in his now filled Pampers.

“Good now lay down for me”. Bellfry said calmly.

“Okay”. Chimour said laying his diapered bottom down on the floor with a squish.

Bellfry soon untapped his brother’s Pampers one again as he began cleaning his brother’s front, and bottom up, soon finishing, as he helped his brother back up, while throwing away the used diaper and baby wipes.

“Okay now that that’s taken care of get into the tub so I can start bathing you”. Bellfry said smiling.

Chimour did as he was told, and soon after laying down into the tub Bellfry started washing him gently.

“You really, really smelled when I met you back there at the nursery, and it wasn’t the mess you had made in your Pampers that I’m talking about”. Bellfry said as he continued washing Chimour, and soon had only one place left to clean, being Chimour’s private area, which as soon as he had started washing Chimour’s face lit up like a Christmas light.

“Okay only one thing left to do now, and that’s to wash that hair of yours”. Bellfry said taking some shampoo in his hand. “Chimour close your eyes so that the shampoo doesn’t get in them”. Bellfry said.

“Okay”. Chimour said closing his eyes as he soon felt Bellfry rubbing the shampoo gently into his hair.

“So brother after I am finished washing your hair how about dinner?”. Bellfry asked.

“Well anything is okay, but please don’t make me eat rabbit, deer, or any other woodland creature”. Chimour said.

“Well I was thinking more along the lines of just feeding you a few baby bottles of milk”. Bellfry said.

“Why?”. Chimour asked blushing.

“Because I don’t feel like cooking, I am not going out to eat this late at night, and because we both know you like that kind of treatment as long as it’s done in a friendly, less embarrassing atmosphere”. Bellfry said.

“Well okay”. Chimour said blushing a little.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun”. Bellfry said smiling as he finished washing Chimour’s hair. “Okay now get out of the tub so I can dry you off”. Bellfry said pulling the bathplug so that the dirtied water drained out of the tub leaving Chimour laying there naked.

“Okay”. Chimour said getting out of the tub.

“I managed to get back the clothes you had been wearing all this time from those people at the jail, but they are filthy though, so I am going to have to wash him, and since I don’t have any cloths in your size you’re going to have to just walk around the house with nothing but your Pampers on”. Bellfry said drying off Chimour.

“That’s okay, well as long as nobody else sees me like that except you”. Chimour said blushing.

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you brother”. Bellfry said smiling, as he grabbed his now naked brother’s paw and walked him over into the nursery.

“Okay now get up on the changing table so I can get you into a new diaper”. Bellfry said.

“Okay”. Chimour said laying down on the changing table.

And so Bellfry soon laid some fresh Pampers underneath his brother’s bare backside, and had started rubbing some baby powder into Chimour’s front, and bottom before finishing up, and taping on his brother’s new Pampers on all nice and snug.

“Okay brother lets go get those baby bottles of milk I promised”. Bellfry said helping Chimour off of the changing table as he soon walked him over to the kitchen where he opened the fridge, and took out three chilled baby bottles filled with milk for Chimour and three more for himself.

“Why did you stock your fridge up with baby bottles filled with milk?”. Chimour asked.

“Because I usually drink them for supper when I don’t feel like cooking, and when I don’t feel like going out to eat”. Bellfry said smiling as he walked Chimour back into the living room.

Bellfry soon sat down on the couch, and patted his lap which Chimour laid down on as his big brother then began to cradle his head in the nook of his left arm while using his right arm to plop the nipple of the baby bottle into Chimour‘s mouth.

“I am so happy to find out you’re not dead baby brother… I will never let anyone hurt you ever again”. Bellfry said smiling as he continued feeding Chimour who was just as happy.

But by the time Bellfry had finished feeding Chimour his last baby bottle Chimour had drifted off to sleep, and as he slept Bellfry put a small bat shaped pacifier into Chimour’s mouth which as he sucked peacefully his big brother Bellfry finished his three bottles as well before he soon picked up Chimour, walking off into the nursery where he laid Chimour down into his new crib with a teddy bear.

“Got to go put your clothes in the wash real quick”. Bellfry said picking up Chimour’s clothes as he soon put them into the washing machine.

And with that now done Bellfry had walked back off into the nursery where he got into the twin crib with Chimour and snuggled up to him before finally going to sleep himself.


(I'm sorry for this if you aren't cool with it, but I figured this'd be easier for me to do it this way)
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:51 pm

The few added bits made the story even cuter bro! Cute story all around!
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:57 pm

Hehe tanks Ri! *Hug tackles you*.
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:42 pm

nice story, i like it ^^
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:47 pm

Shade_Koopa wrote:
nice story, i like it ^^
Tanks you!!! *Snuggle pounces happily*.
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:44 pm

ah, hehe *falls over on his back* y-your welcome ^^
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Wed Dec 29, 2010 4:39 pm

Great Story
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:05 pm

Light The Fox wrote:
Great Story
Hehe tanks you! *Hug tackles ya, giggling as he did so*.
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:27 pm

No prob *Starts gagging from lack of air*
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:57 pm

Light The Fox wrote:
No prob *Starts gagging from lack of air*
Oops... Thowwy... *Gets up, and off of you*.
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PostSubject: Re: The Chimour Chronicles, I of III Special edition (Finished).   Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:01 pm

Again dude no prob
Also,i find you hilarious for some reason with your comments
Also,have you ever thought about being an author you would be a good one!
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