Go Report on Other News

After their meal, during which all four of the big kittens present made their diapers quite mushy (Mommy doing so to give a good example for her babies), the lioness went about burping Faith and her new sister before letting them play around with the news-equipment-turned-toys. She watched as the crowd she was originally a part of dispersed, having mostly lost interest in the baby store and become distracted by other prospects; the more cognizant among them either had different plans that day such as errands or got calls and such from concerned friends that were unaware of their regression, going off to spread their joys to people they intended to meet very soon, while the more babbling sort of rabble merely wandered off to pursue whatever colorful thing or potential playmates caught their eye. 'Twas the nature of babies to be fickle but the motherly lioness was a bit disappointed to realize that of the few overgrown infants remaining at the store her previously adopted cubs were not among them.

This didn't bother her as much as it normally would have thanks to the addition of Faith and her sisters to her litter. Faith herself was kneeling down and mock-interviewing Clarissa with the rattle, asking her various childish questions and giggling uncontrollably at every babble and coo from the wholly regressed kitten, who herself was teething on the much smaller toy version of her boom mic. Thomathy had set up what had been the news camera, now a big hunk of primary colored plastic that was very much non-functional, so that the lens was pointed squarely at her diaper-butt and had contorted herself so that she was looking behind at the camera lens from between her legs, head hanging towards the floor, tail hiked up straight as she closed her eyes and pushed another load into her already hefty huggies with a muffled "nnf!" from behind the shiny new pacifier that she had plucked out of what had once been a box of cigarettes.

Faith and her sisters were still a news crew at heart! This gave their Mommy a wonderful idea in the midst of her purr-filled dirty diaper kneading session. "Faith, honey?" She called out, sitting up with a squish.

Faith looked up from interviewing her baby sister excitedly. "Yes momma?"

"Was there anything else you wanted to get the 'big scoop' on today? Surely you weren't just going to interview mommy, as much as It makes her happy." She said with a sly curl at her lips, eager to squeeze whatever knowledge of potential new kittens out of her brightest daughter's mind she could before Faith's mind became as mushy as her diaper.

"Yeah yeah!" The padded panther excitedly squeaked out, letting a stream of pee loose into her diaper for the fifth time today, her thoroughly used padding's tapes straining against the weight and threatening to snap with any more accidents. "Lotsa stuffs! Like a parade, and a art gall-er-ee openin', and another intra voo with da mayor!"

Mommy clapped. "Those all sound lovely! Let's get our diapers changed and hop in mommy's van, I'll let you decide where to go first since you're such a smart little reporter."

Thomathy began to whine upon hearing the words 'diaper change', stomping her feet just behind her mommy. She didn't WANT a change! She liked her sticky, soggy, mushy pampers. Luv'd them, even!

"Oh sweetie, I know you love your dirty diapers, mommy loves them too." She cooed, getting up and giving the tom cat's cheek fluff a little scritch. "But if we don't change our diapers now and then they'll get all icky in a bad way! I'll let you keep your old diaper to sniff and play with after, alright?"

Thomathy gave a huff of begrudging acceptance, suckling on her pacifier with crossed arms. This earned her a hand ruffling her head fur.

The first to change was mommy herself. She simply untaped her padding where she stood and let it fall to the floor with a wet *slap* before pulling out some wipes and oil from one of the other mommies' discarded diaper bags and expertly cleaning the fur of her nethers. She grabbed herself a pretty princess diaper from the same bag and taped it around her waist after applying a liberal amount of powder, all while still standing, much to the amusement of her kittens. After a bit of clapping from them, she set down a changing mat and goaded over the crawling Clarissa.

Faith helped to distract Clarissa with the shaking of her mic-turned-rattle, greatly entertaining the adult newborn while their mommy undid the tapes of her heavily soaked and smelly diaper. After taking great care to wipe her fur clean, she taped Clarissa into a similar diaper from before, but decided to poke some holes into the front with her claws before sliding another layer under the woman's butt. "That should keep my little super soaker good for another hour or so!" She proudly announced.

Clarissa turned over onto her tummy and gurgled happily. It was Faith's turn, and the giggly kitty cat gleefully plopped down onto the mat and followed Mommy's every instruction, getting changed into a cutesy diaper adorned with patterns of frogs and lily pads with light green accents. Thomathy's change was a bit more of a struggle with her pokey wee-wee getting in the way and her legs all kicky, but once she was handed Clarissa's balled up diaper to shove in her face and get good, deep whiffs from she was easy as pie. She got a relatively plain diaper, one that would for sure stain as much as her messiest little tubster could ever want.

With clean diapers on their bums and excitement in their hearts, the four of the cursed kitties waddled over to the news van and boarded their vessel. The Lioness deposited the three remaining dirty diapers onto the van floor in a bundle, the mystical stench permeating the vehicle's surfaces and transmogrifying them as she had seen the aroma of many of the cursed's messy diapers do before, quickly switching it up from a utilitarian transport into something straight out of an 80's Cartoon toy set. Along with changing the color scheme from a dull white to a bright red and yellow, and the logo on the side from a globe stating "CHANNEL 9 NEWS" in plain blue letters to a cartoonish, smiling cat face meowing out the words "CRINKLE CAT NEWS" in wacky alternating colors, the inside of the van itself changed to accommodate its now infantile occupants. Each seat save for the driver's became an oversized baby seat complete with a triple-seat belt configuration, the big babies already buckled up.

"Alright kitten, where to?" Mommy asked, her clawed fingers curling around the steering wheel.