Psudo Argyraspides
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	[4,000 Words]	
Twinkle Twinkle: Chapter 12
By Psudo Argyraspides

“Nnnnngh… Ugh, my head feels all fuggly…” Star groaned, disoriented as she so often was after waking up from a long, infantilised sleep. She and her crib-mate had remained thoroughly entwined for the remainder of the night after their brief messy accident, change, and conversation, but then gone back to sleep and not awoken again until well later than was normal for Star. It had become commonplace for the lynx to sleep in on her baby days. Ten or eleven AM were normal, but, compared to her typical six AM alarm, the extra four or five hours of sleep often left her dopey, dozey, and suggestible.
“Aww, did my precious little kitten sleep poorly?” Serena’s cooing voice said, and, only belatedly, Star realized that she’d been picked up and carried across the room while still unconscious. The snake sat down with her in her lap, still smiling playfully as ever and rocking her, tightening the grasp of sleep around Star’s already dozed head. She very nearly drifted back to sleep again, but restrained herself at the last minute and managed to stay awake, Serena’s free paw having gently groped the front of the lynx’s soaked diaper, Star having had yet another accident while still asleep. “Tsk tsk, I’ll have to remember to get thicker diapers for you. You’re going through these faster than I thought!” She teased, Star immediately starting to wiggle defiantly and pout. Naturally, that only made her that much more teasable in the snake’s eyes, and she replied by filling the lynx’s pouty muzzle with the oversized nipple of a nursing bottle. 
Conditioned by months of regression therapy with Andrew, and regardless of how much she wanted to resist after her thoughts the previous night, Star couldn’t suppress her suckle reflex, and immediately latched onto the bulb and began happily suckling like the baby she was dressed as.
“D’awww, who’s a suckly kitten? Is it you, Star? Is it you?” Serena teased, somehow sensing the lynx’s intent to be a brat today, and deciding to make mincemeat out of her attempts to reassert dominance over herself, “You know you can’t resist your baba, little one. You’re just a helpless little baby girl, who needs someone to look after her. Isn’t that right Star?”
“Mmmmmnn!” Star whined, shaking her head while trying, and failing, to dislodge the nursing bottle from her maw. The snake clearly knew her way around handling a baby, and no amount of squirming Star could manage was getting that bulb out of her mouth. “Leehhh meehhh gooowww!” 
“Oh, I’m sorry little kitten, I don’t speak baby babble. I’m sure once you’re a little older we can get you started on big-girl talkies,” the pink haired lynx’s face was burning, having turned the same hue as the pink wallpaper with embarrassment. “And I think, because you’ve been such a fuss butt this morning, I’m going to delay your change until after breakfast.”
Star’s fur doubled in size, especially her little tuft of a tail, which now looked more like a giant ball than its normal flanged leaf shape. The snake seemed to be taking perfect pleasure in all the lynx’s displays of frustration and discomfort, especially since, as long as she kept the nursing bottle firmly stuck in her muzzle, Star was kept stuck in a submissive headspace in which actual rebellion wasn’t a possibility. The lynx had made her challenge, and Serena had accepted.
Eventually, with much grumbling and wriggling, Star finished her bottle and it was removed. She immediately tried to get back to her feet, but, having expected this, Serena clamped one hand firmly around the nape of her neck, the racial pressure point practically freezing her in place. “Now, Star, you’re going to be a perfect little kitten today, aren’t you?” She said, forcing the defused feline to look her in the eye. When her grip loosened, Star grumbled something and looked away, unwilling to submit so easily. She was already very wet, and need a change promptly before it graduated to soaked and Star was liable to wind up leaking, by far her least favorite part of being a cub. 
“Yes Serena…” Star grumbled, pouting furiously, but her posture gave her the lie. 
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to go make breakfast for you two. Psudo, you get play-time because you were a good girl this morning,” the snake grinned mischievously, still holding Star by the back of her neck and leaving her helpless to resist, “And Star? You get to have fun in the bouncer for twenty minutes, since you seem so eager to spend some energy.”
If it could have been easily managed for Star’s fur to get any floofier, it would have. Star hated the bouncer, almost as much as she hated being dressed like a frou-frou girly girl… To have to deal with both at the same time… The lynx barely fought down a hiss, knowing she was in big enough trouble as it was. She was led very firmly by a paw over to one side of the room, and made to sit with her nose in the corner while Serena got out something from the closet and began working in the middle of the room. 
As with Andrew’s nursery, the one he had had custom built for the purpose of regressing often reluctant adults, Serena’s various AB-themed rooms were quite impressively large, both in height and in area. The rooms were thrice Star’s height tall, and each individually about the size of the average front lawn. The result was to make the occupant feel peculiarly small in comparison. A normal person might get the awkward impression that they had been thrown into a land of the giants, where rooms and furniture were sized-up accordingly, but, when one had the quirk of wanted to feel like, and be treated as a child, the huge open spaces and super-sized contents had the very desirable effect of making the occupants feel small.. Tiny, in fact, just another way for these people to instill a sense of submissiveness into their cubs, and it worked tremendously. 
Nose in the corner, Star couldn’t really see what was going on, but, when she was finally taken by the paw to turn around, she had to fight down a yowl of frustration at the sight of what humiliation was to be her punishment for being an uppity kitten that morning. From the ceiling, four thick, elastic nylon ropes had been suspended from hooks driven into the planking in the roof. They connected to a plastic, though probably reinforced with internal metal components, harness system not unlike that of an expensive safety harness set, the kind that roofers and window-washers use, save that this one had plastic, animal shaped sew-on patches all over it, and was baby pink at just the right hue to leave Star blushing furiously. 
When Star would have tried to pull away or fuss, Serena simply switched her grip from wrist to nape again, and, with a peep, the lynx was immediately sent back into an easily handled submissive mindset.
“Such an obedient kitten, once you’re being properly handled,” the snake cooed, chuckling a bit and coercing Star into the harness. It had been anchored to a covered steel ring in the floor under a flip-up section of tile, and, once released, the tension in the ropes would pull Star up onto her tip-toes, or even off the ground depending on what it was rated for. 
“N-no! Let me out of this thing!” Star whined, once Serena’s hold on her nape was released to toy with some of the buckles and straps, then, suddenly, yelped as the carabiner attached to the band between her legs was released, and she was yanked off the ground, enough of the force concentrated on the heavy padding between her legs that the squish of her diaper was actually audible. 
Serena stood back and watched Star struggle, squirming in her harness and trying her best to keep it steady, but, in the process, only bouncing herself around more. “There we go, bouncy bouncy baby girl,” she took one of the straps of the harness in a hand and pulled Star down a little, perpetuating the up-down-up-down motion of the door bouncer, the hapless lynx in the harness trying uselessly to work the bare buckles across her chest and shoulders. They didn’t have locks on them, but they might as well have given the thick, snug confines of fabric that encased Star’s paws. With them on, she could be contained by a child lock on a bedroom door. 
Pouting with the rage of a thousand fiery suns, Star bounced up and down as she watched her daddy’s friend walk smugly out of the room and shut the door. She would have asked Psudo, who only watched Star with a note of pity in his eye, for help escaping the thing, but knew that he was mitted just the same as her, and probably would have been likewise punished for defiance, only that he wasn’t a day away from escaping Serena… He was practically stuck. 
For the full fifteen minutes of mindless, repetitive, up and down motions, Star inwardly cursed the pressure point at the back of her neck, wishing she could have had a better chance to resist and not just wound up looking like the pouty toddler she was dressed as. However belatedly, the lynx was starting to realize that she wasn’t about to really do something to get on Serena’s nerves until she got some measure of freedom to move around, so, when she returned, Star sunk in her bouncer, all appearance of pout gone, and averted her eyes, the picture of a submissive baby.
“Ah, I see someone’s finally learned their lesson,” Serena teased, walking over and poking Star’s belly, “Are you going to behave from now on, baby girl?” Star let her head sink, and grumbled an affirmative reply. She didn’t want to seem happy about it – that would set her off that something was up – so, instead, she just tried to look defeated. As she had estimated, that was enough to end the immediate punishment, even if she had wet herself yet again while strapped into the damn thing, and, as a result, had a very soggy diaper under her dress that was in desperate need of changing. The snake unbuckled her from the torturous, degrading device, and Star found her legs too tired from all the tension to even hold her weight. They didn’t hurt, exactly, they just felt terribly strained, like her bones had been replaced with jelly. She dropped down onto all fours, diapered rump in the air peeking out from under her short dress, and elicited a grin from Serena. “My my, someone’s a soggybutt, isn’t she? I bet you want a change so badly, don’t you kitty cat? I’m open to convincing.” 
Star scowled, a whimper escaping her lips and her eyes squeezing closed. She did NOT want to have to beg for diaper changes again. Andrew had made her do it once for a punishment, and groveling and begging to stroke someone’s ego was always the height of degradation, but, alas, it was still better than leaking everywhere… “C-can I pwease gets a diapee change, miss Sewena…?” Star whimpered, looking up at her with the most adorable kitten eyes she could manage, and, given the time she’d had with Andrew to practice, they were pretty damn good, “I pwomise I’ll be a good girl this time…!” That last part was a straight-up lie, of course, but that didn’t really matter anymore. If she was dry when she started fussing, what was she going to do? Make her put a wet one back on?
“Oh, alright kitten, I’ll let you off just this once, since you seem to have gotten your head together,” Serena jived, gently bopping Star’s nose with a finger, then picked her up, carried her to the changing table, and sat her down again. The speed of her movement almost gave Star vertigo, and, with a snap, she was strapped down again without even a few seconds to squirm a bit. “Awww, little baby almost leaked! Let’s fix that,” Serena said, pulling the lynx’s dress up over her diaper and shaking her head, “Such a helpless little girl, can’t even tell when she’s totally soaked, can she?” 
Star groaned, growing swiftly tired of the snake’s constant teasing, wanting very much to say, NO, I can very well tell when I’m soaked… You just won’t change me until I beg for it! And at the same time knowing that such an outburst might leave her getting spanked, or worse! Her face flushed pink again at the thought, and she covered her face while Serena worked, wiping down her soggy groin and getting out a fresh diaper… Star first heard a squeak from the owl, who was playing with a set of blocks in the corner, then saw for herself what Serena intended for her… The snake had two diapers tucked under her arm, probably because she wouldn’t have been able to hold them easily otherwise, and left Star flush-faced and wriggling. Together, the diapers could easily stretch down to her knees, and they even had a pair of those ridiculous plastic panties with a locking waistband so she couldn’t remove them on her own. They’d more or less guarantee the lynx didn’t walk for the rest of the day, and that was unacceptable.
“H-hey! Th-that’s too much!” Star whined, wriggling against the belt across her waist, the buckle failing to move an inch under her locked away paws, and continued to whimper and whine all the way through her change as Serena lifted her butt by the ankles, just like Andrew loved to do, and slipped the first supersized pamper underneath her.
“Aww, you’re going to look so cute crawling around,” Serena said goadingly, perhaps sensing Star wasn’t actually as defeated as she had sounded, and her sudden squirming was backing that up quite nicely. Another whine escaped the lynx’s lips as she was slowly but surely powdered, lotioned, then the diaper was taped up snugly around her waist and slitted so that the second one could go over top. Star had tried to flail her legs to impede Serena’s progress, even just enough that she could get out from under the belt and crawl away, but, of course, it was for naught. She only earned herself a swat on the padded backside and a second layer of diaper overtop of the first, followed by the locking plastic panties, which had baby-shaped cartoonish fruit all over it on a pink background. Star was left fully floofed by the sudden restrictions being put on her movement by this snake lady, and she unsuccessfully tried to stifle a hiss as the thin, laminated chain that went through the waistband was snapped closed with a lock shaped like a heart. “There, that should keep grabby little kitten paws at bay.”
“I don’t need to be kept at bay…” Star grumbled to herself, pouting as soon as she was sure Serena was out of earshot, and she’d been left to her own devices to crawl around the nursery, having tried and failed to properly walk. The lynx tried again, using the crib for balance, and just barely managed to get to her feet before her still weak legs wobbled, buckled, and she fell back gracelessly onto her padded posterior. 
“Really poor choices, kitten…” Psudo said, crawling as well after his own change. His diaper wasn’t quite as thick as hers, and Star wasn’t sure if he was crawling willingly or not, but she was tired already, and it was only eleven in the morning, “You’re intentionally challenging her… that isn’t a fight you’re going to win.”
Star grumbled to herself, waiting for Serena’s inevitable return, “But… but…” she continued, “How do I make her take me seriously?” Psudo raised an eyebrow.
“You’re… wearing a diaper cover that says Momma’s little stinker across your butt…” He said, and Star’s eyes immediately slitted, an involuntary hiss passing her lips as she craned her neck around as best as she could to see her butt, and, with much convultion, eventually managed to see that it did, indeed, say Momma’s little stinker on her butt…
“Very funny…” Star said, pouting as her fur doubled in size, “I am not stinky…” 
Psudo sighed and shook his head, Serena returning a few moments later and smiling down at them, “Alright, little ones, breakfast is ready!” She said it much more enthusiastically than nessesary, and Star decided to be civil for the moment. The snake had won every encounter so far, and Star wasn’t anxious to start up another one when she was about to be fed… The two of them were allowed to stand and waddle on either side of Serena, both Psudo and Star relying heavily on her hand for balance, and tripping repeatedly regardless. “Oops, did little kitten fall down? I think she did. Poor baby girl, not even big enough to walk, yet!” 
Star swallowed her first reply, then hung her head and stood up again as best she could, her legs still feeling oddly weak, and continued waddling down the hall towards the kitchen. It was a strict, modern affair like Andrew’s kitchen, and had two baby pink high-chairs in the corner, one of them was new, and both intended to broadcast a sense of littleness to those inside of them, with an oversized table and playful, childish decals on the surface. Star thought to complain, because that was the kind of mood she was in, but a look from Psudo defused her and the lynx obediently allowed herself to be picked up and sat into the chair, then buckled in without more than cursory squirm. 
“Such an obedient baby you’re becoming, Star. I can see now why Andrew wanted you properly conditioned, you’ve been such a fussbutt today.” Serena said, and Star was in the middle of taking in what that meant when the snake slipped off one of Star’s booties, said the vital, “Goochie goochie goo!” And began tickling the lynx’s toes with one of Psudo’s feathers. Star’s reaction was explosive, she flailed and squirmed in place as the super-soft owl feather danced over her ticklish spots, which had seen a great deal of conditioning those previous months to be as sensitive as possible, and, though she couldn’t budge the table across her waist to try and escape, she did what she could to keep from wetting herself again… without success. The lynx’s horribly oversized diaper was suddenly warm and wet on the inside, Star having once again failed to show herself beyond such infantile things as accidents… “Psudo, are you big enough to feed yourself while I take care of your little playmate here?” Serena asked, looking at Psudo, and he immediately nodded enthusiastically, apparently being offered a rare chance to be independent, and in front of a witness, too! 
Star’s dislike of this coddling female grew exponentially as she saw what passed for breakfast with the snake. Star got a bowl full of purple and reddish goop, almost like a yogurt, except that it had the distinctive half-mulched texture of baby food. As soon as Star opened her mouth to object, a baby-safe spoon full of the pureed grapes and berries found its way into Star’s mouth. She compulsively swallowed… It was all she could do to keep from spitting it back in Serena’s face. The snake did, however, manage to get baby food all over Star’s face, like some pre-emptive revenge for a perceived thought crime. The snaked broadcast You are a baby, and will behave as such, and seemed to take particular delight in weeding all the brat out of a sub, like she clearly had with Psudo. And sure, that was all well and good, but Star LIKED being a brat…! Besides, whether she admitted it to herself or not, getting in trouble was half the fun of being a kid…
Star ate her baby food with all do fuss, squirming and pouting all the while Psudo ate his own, slightly more dignified breakfast of apple slices and a bagel with peanut butter, which he managed to get all over his face in a typically infantile lack of table etiquette that Serena praised rather than condemned. “Aww, poor little hatchling… Can’t even eat without his little bib, can he? No, of course you can’t, you’d mess up your pretty dress,” Psudo giggled and blushed, and Star watched somewhat bemused as he actually indulged in a game of peek-a-boo with his mommy figure, suddenly shedding a lot of the fuss he had shown the previous day. Could it be that he was just fussy in public, and Star had misjudged him?
Regardless, his motor-function failure resulted in the both of them being burdened by glossy pink bibs for the remainder of their meal, Psudo obediently, if messily eating his breakfast while Star, ever the squirmy baby, grumbled and had to have every bite coerced into her mouth. They actually managed to play off one-another quite well, a paired obedient child and a brat. Of course, Star had her obedient streaks as well, and it went back and forth as it suited her. Maybe Psudo was the same? She didn’t know, but decided to figure it out later, her stomach was grumbling about the sudden influx of pureed fruit, and wanted something solid to work on.
 After slowly but surely feeding two bowls of baby food to Star, and enduring all the inevitable squirm coming her way, Serena smiled and unbuckled the dopey lynx from her highchair. Star started to feel weirdly noodly as the meal went on, kind of like how she had felt after her breast feeding the previous night, and it was not conducive to her fussing. She only wiggled weakly as Serena got a damp rag and thoroughly wiped down her face, Star having none of this, then picked the lynx up under the arm and carried her, humming, into the den. She sat in a large, comfortable chair, a big pink nursing bottle full of milk at the ready, and grinned. “Open up for the airplane, kitten, it’s baba time.”
Star wasn’t nearly so far gone yet that she didn’t realize what was going on. Serena was trying to use her natural reaction to milk to regress her a little more, and maybe thus keep her out of trouble. The lynx squirmed all she could, but the snake’s grip was strong and practiced. She made a fussy kitten to Serena’s practiced parent, and everyone knows how that ends. The bottle found its way into her maw as soon as it opened to complain. One might think Star would learn to keep her mouth shut by this point, but apparently not. There was a squeeze, and, as soon as the lynx’s only moderately regressed mind got a taste of the milk inside, she immediately began to suckle, feeling Serena’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her.
“There’s a good girl…” Serena chuckled, watching every muscle in Star’s body relax at once, just as she had hoped, “Such a good baby girl…” 
Star’s head was swimming after only a minute or two of suckling. She felt warm and comfortable, happy even, and a broad smile crept across her face as she wet herself, whatever had been added to the milk slowly clouding her head as she dazed, wobbling slightly back and forth in Serena’s arms, then started to fall asleep, the sound of the snake’s cooing in her head, and her gentle, comforting maternal scratching behind her ears and on her belly. She began to rock the lynx, again showing that extraordinary strength she had exhibited before, and that was the last nail for Star. She fell asleep in her arms, the bottle’s nipple still locked fast in her maw.