9/4/2023 0 Comments Vanilla the rabbitI mean, she tended to do a number to her diapers (or so she heard her mommy say every so often), but this. It grows to a decent size, nearly hitting the tiled floor of the bathroom as its' tapes (and the onesie trying to contain it) strain due to the bulbous mass currently attached to the overgrown baby.Īmy takes a step back, both in simultaneous shock and awe at how swollen the thing had gotten. The firm, cushy padding gradually starts to break down into a warm bundle of squish taped around her waist, quickly chugging the rabbit's urine and swelling at a decent pace, althewhilst a slightly muffled hissing could be heard from within. The baby bunny took an awkward step back, it accompanied by the light crinkling of her padding, and got ready to brace herself for what she was just about to expel into her Pampers.Ī smile of relief widens over Cream's face as a light, continuous trickle of pee started to flow into her diaper, its' new gradually appearing yellow hue obscured by the light pink fabric of her onesie. Amy tries to head up.only for Cream to grab her arm. You can go whenever you want!"Ĭream smiles, still trying to hold back slightly. I mean, you're still in diapers all the time. "Okay, Cream? I just gotta use the potty, and then we can get back to tea, okay?"Ĭream, admittedly, looked slightly uncomfortable, fidgeting somewhat.Ĭream grabs Amy's arm before she can work her way up onto the potty. They stop once they arrive within the chamber of the porcelean throne, closing the door behind them. They soon make it in, Amy leading the path clearly. Not wanting to leave out hr friend on her own, Cream was now Amy's tag-along for a one-way trip to the bathroom. To catch one up to speed, the two had just been in the middle of an excellent tea party just after an admittedly large lunch, and Amy had started to feel the occasional tummy grumble obviously signifying a soon-to-be-fulfilled need to go potty. Both were currently under the watchful eye of one Blaze the Cat, who was watching over the two while Ms. The other was around one.even if the seemingly needlessly large amount of padding hidden under her purple onesie and the booties she wore made her look and seem much younger as a result. One was a young lass of three years, clad in a green and white frock, orange tutu-esc skirt, a pair of sneakers, and a soft, pink pull-up with floral prints that wasn't as thick as what she was used to due to the toils of rather laissez faire means of potty training. They were, of course, Cream the Rabbit and her friend, Amy Rose. The light quick, and crinkly pitter-patter of tiny feet throughout the Rabbit residence made itself clearly known as the two infants currently taking residence made themselves clearly known. My long-awaited half of a semi-recent art trade I shared with chill dood I know, sir-dancalot.
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