Hours had passed since Rouge fell into Tails' trap, unconscious and unaware of any time that had passed. Eventually she regained her consciousnesses. Her eyelids opened slowly. Rouge first saw what looked like to be a mobile. A simple, white, baby mobile with stars and moons hanging. Rouge turned her head left, then right to take note of her current surroundings. At first, she saw tall, wide, white bars surround her from each side.
"Where am I?" Rouge thought, shuffling around. Then, what sounded like plastic crinkling hit her ear. "Wait, am I in a ..? No, it can't be."
Rouge looks down toward her lower half. She sees that she's wearing what looks like a onesie. A pink onesie with designs of candy and blue highlights apparently big enough to fit Rouge. Rouge grabbed the bottom of the onesie, slipping her fingers in between the snaps. She pulled, but had a little trouble.
"I can't pull this apart." Rouge thought. "Why does my arm feel so weak?"
After a few good tugs, the onesie came undone. Rouge felt the area, only to have her dread confirmed. A large, plain white diaper wrapped around her bottom and privates. Rouge rose upward off her back. Her body felt sluggish, her arms and legs felt like jelly. She tried to stand up but to no avail. Her legs had little strength to lift her. She pushed herself as hard as she could to stand, but ended up back on her knees.
"There must have been some kind of muscle relaxant in the gas." Rouge thought. "It's probably why I'm in the diaper."
Rouge grabbed one of the vertical bars to help assist her up. She looked around the room, and couldn't believe what she saw. It looked like to be a nursery. It had the common setup of a nursery, except the furniture looked much bigger. Big enough to accommodate a Mobian adult.
"Okay, this is strange." Rouge thought. "Tails must be some kind of sicko. I need to see him. I need to call him."
Rouge took a deep breath, ready to shout. But, when she shouted, all she could do is cry. She cried like an infant in distress. Rouge stopped to seal her mouth with her hands.
"What the ...? Was that me?" Rouge thought.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Rouge looked toward the room's doorway. Walking through the doorway was Tails, Cream, and her mother Vanilla. They seemed like their unusual selves, except Cream and Vanilla had white collars around their necks.
"What's the matter my poor baby?" Vanilla said.
Vanilla walks towards the crib and swoops Rouge out of the crib and into her arms. Vanilla holds Rouge gently and closely: comforting Rouge like mother would with her child. Rouge rest her head Vanilla's shoulder.
"What is wrong with them? And why am I cuddling up to her?" Rough thought.
"What do you think is wrong with sissy mama?" Cream asked.
"I don't know." Vanilla said. "Maybe she's hungry. Or maybe she misses her blankie. It's so hard to tell."
"Apparently you can't tell the difference between a baby and an adult either." Rouge thought.
"We'll figure it out soon enough." Vanilla said, setting Rouge back into her crib. "I'll go to the kitchen and grab her a bottle. Cream, look around the house for Rouge's blankie." Vanilla commanded. Cream nodded yes in response.
"I'll keep an eye on her, for you Ms. Vanilla." Tails said.
"Why thank you Tails." Vanilla says. Vanilla and Cream leave the room.
"What did you do to me freak?" Rouge thought.
"I know you have a lot of questions, Rouge." Tails said. "Let me explain. Since you've been acting like a thieving brat, I've been getting sick of it. I decided that instead of a punishment, that you deserve a second chance. You get to start over and learn how to be a good girl, and that collar will make sure of it. It's a special mind collar. I programmed it for you to behave like a baby. A lot of what you say or do will resemble the actions of a toddler. But don't worry, you won't be a mindless one. I made sure to keep your conscious so you are aware, and most importantly, learn from this. I also gave collars to Cream and Vanilla to help take care of you When I feel you've grown up enough, I'll take them off. For now, think of this as a learning experience."
While Rouge watched Tails with wide eyes, Rouge's inner thoughts raged. Freaking out about the lunacy of the situation while thinking of every insult for the cruel fox. After Tails finished his explanation, Vanilla and Cream returned. Vanilla held in her hand a bottle and Cream held a baby blanket.
"Look sissy, I found your blankie. And mama got you a baba." Cream said.
Vanilla walked to the crib to pick up Rouge again. Vanilla brought the baby bottle close to Rouge and Rouge instinctively latched on to the rubber nipple. She suckled on the bottle and guzzled the milk inside.
"Well, I have to run. I'll see you three later." Tails said, as he walked towards the door and left the room. "Call me if you need anything."
"I'll get my revenge on that sick fox. But first, I need to do something about this." Rouge thought.
Rouge then passes gas, indicating that something is taking place with her bowels. She felt something warm and mushy form in the back of her diaper, along with a foul smell emitting from the region. Rouge realized that she pooped her diaper.
"That's something I didn't want!" Rouge thought.
Vanilla picked up the scent. "Look's like someone made a big stinkie her diape." She said, patting her diaper. "Let's get that dirty diaper off you."
Vanilla lied Rouge on the changing table nearby. She removed Rouge's onsie, leaving her uncovered, then buckled her down to the table to make sure she didn't squirm around too much. Vanilla gathered the necessary supplies. Vanilla opened Rouge's diaper; the fouls smell emitting from her diaper strengthened and knocked back both Vanilla and Cream. Cream held her nose in disgust while Vanilla pulled herself together and continued. Vanilla elevated Rouge's legs, wiped her dirty bottom clean, removed the used diaper, sealed it, and threw the diaper away. Then Vanilla laid down the new diaper, rubbed some baby oil on to her privates and bottom, powdered both places, and sealed the diaper. A new, clean diaper decorated with little pink hearts. Vanilla unbuckled the restraints and picked up the mostly naked bat and patting her bottom.
"There we are sweetie, a diaper change with love. It matches your diaper perfectly." Vanilla said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Why me?" Rouge thought.
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