A Rabbit Tale: Chapter XXI [Comm]

Chapter XXI

www.BabyMyHubby.com’s website analytics and statics tab on Marisa’s end had become overwhelmingly popular. Not only had her website started gaining traction when she plastered the URL onto any and every age-play forum she could find, her inbox had been getting a plethora of requests and questions regarding Fievel’s availability. There had been the odd creepy comment or two, but nothing installing a spam bot would not fix. 

Balancing the glass of blueberry wine in one paw as she perused through the emails and bids offered for even a few hours of getting to mercilessly baby her husband, the rabbit allowed herself an expression of self-satisfaction to spread across her buck-toothed muzzle. Why shouldn’t she be proud of herself? Not only had she managed to take her husband’s gradual regression in stride but now she had managed to turn it into a point of power. 

The paw that had been resting on the touchpad of her laptop moved downwards, as thoughts of her husband sitting helplessly in his crib while occasionally pissing himself caused her no small amount of excitement. 

Totally helpless… Not even aware… Just how pathetic… He’s even become…

Breathing heavily, her eyes fluttered downwards towards an email that had been simply given the subject, “Baby Bunny! Oh my Gosh!”

Marisa smirked at the cute title, momentarily distracted from her thoughts of her husband’s soggy bottom sitting inside of its snugly taped diaper as she opened the email with a tap on the touchpad. 

Hi Mommy Marisa,

Jennifer here requesting that you call a doctor because I’ve got baby fever! Your little guy looks like such an adorable little tyke, I just want to totally shower him with love and attention! I’ve got extensive experience taking care of little cotton-tails like yours and I’ll have no trouble at all making sure he and I mesh together very comfortably. I’m a huge regular at Sit-And-Stay and your guy will be no different to wrangling those kinky little pups.

Let me slip you some dosh, hook you up with a reservation downtown at Scott’s if you like (my wife owns the joint), and you put your worries for the night on the backburner while Fievel and I ensure that he stays right where he belongs, inside of that soggy diaper of his!

Cheers!

Jen

P.S. 353-245-2452 are my digits!

Well… There’s certainly a lot of personality in this email.

Marisa mused to herself, swirling her glass before sniffing it appreciatively, her nose wiggling a few times as she passed the aroma through her sensitive olfactory. 

And just the kind of excitement Fievel might be in need of…

There was an image attached, which Marisa opened in a separate tab. A lanky Savannah cat grinned slyly back at her, grasping what appeared to be a wooden paddle with a pacifier cut out of her. It was held precariously close to the ruddy buttocks of a water buffalo wearing a pup-hood, whose visibly soaked diaper had been pulled down over his thighs. 

Yeah… She’s the right type.

Opening her phone, she checked the time to note that it was not too early in the evening to send out a message. 

Hey it’s Marisa, how about I put you down for this Saturday night?

She waited a few minutes, browsing through the other messages to see if any would stick out with as much pizzazz as Jennifer’s. To her slight surprise, her phone buzzed in her lap. Glancing down she saw that the Savannah cat had already replied. 

Yaaas! I’m freeing my weekend as we speak, let’s do it! You want cash?

Dang… I think I’m starting to like her already!

The bunny thought to herself, her tail inadvertently beginning to wiggle back and forth. She kept it cool, even though she could feel the blueberry wine beginning to loosen up her inhibitions more so than usual. 

Haha, you’ll definitely want to keep your schedule open. Fievel is a very needy baby bunny. Cash works.

Three bouncing dots appeared in a speech bubble opposite to Marisa’s message almost immediately after she sent the text.

I gotchu! I’ll bring a little something extra too for the munchkin to chow down on. Is he allowed like chocolate chip cookies and stuff?

Where was she when I was looking for a babysitter in earnest…

She typed back promptly, grinning to herself at the thought of Fievel’s belly growing round from getting to stuff himself silly with baked goods. 

You bet! But only when he’s been on his best behavior. That being said, you better bring your best diaper changing attitude as well as the cookies, he’s a real piddler these days and if you’re feeding him chocolate expect to see it on the other end too!

Am I pushing it with that one?

The response that came told her that she was very much speaking Jennifer’s language. 

Oh that won’t be a problem, I’ll keep the lil guy’s butt clean, no sweat! There hasn’t been a diaper I’ve been scared of changing yet!

The conversation continued, the two women exchanging humorous remarks regarding the helpless nature of the oversized baby in question for quite some time before the conversation turned towards the date in question. 

Saturday was looking more and more appealing as Marisa herself grew more flustered at the prospect of her husband’s agenda. Having a blast out with her girlfriends while Fievel got the attention he deserved made the scenario that much more attractive to her. 

Her heart-racing, imagining that the cat on the other end too was feeling as turned on as she, Marisa prompted. 

How are you at disciplining?

There was a pause before Jen started typing again, indicating to Marisa that the Savannah cat might also be rather busy with herself.

I know how to put a man in his place, I tend to see all of them as whiny babies.

Months into years of having to deal with Fievel’s occasional antics had made a veteran of Marisa when it came to shushing him. When consoling did not work and he was simply determined to remain upset, time-outs and secure baby bonds would always do the trick. There came a second message after Jen’s first response. 

That, and I know when it’s my turn to get my due. After all, that pic of Fievel’s locked up carrot is enough to get anyone’s salad tossed without utensils…

The ellipses told Marisa everything. Jen was interested in having Fievel serve her as much as she would serve him, but respecting the boundary. 

I’ll allow it.

The rabbit thought to herself, noting the blueberry wine’s loosening effects as she considered one more time whether she would be okay with this relative stranger having her way with her husband. 

Though I think I’ll set up a camera… Won’t mind even telling Jennifer about it either… Let’s give it a shot…

Fievel’s wife replied a minute later. 

There are video baby monitors, but I think I’ll give you my permission to do as you please, Jennifer.

She enclosed another message, telling Jennifer about the email she sent to her inbox back with all the necessary details before closing her phone. Marisa sighed contentedly, thoughts and ideas regarding the upcoming events of this weekend lifting her spirits. 

Marirsa was not sure what she was looking forward to more. Her girlfriend night, or the video of Jen and Fievel’s antics she would get live updates on throughout her Saturday night ventures.