She blushed at the suggestion of Mr. Fluffy. Sure,she liked to hug him, but not like that in front of people!

She went over and gave a look at the wardrobe and changing table. However as she leaned down, she heard her stomach grumble, and realised she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"Um, can I get something to eat, then come back her and look around?" She looked up at him and asked.

As she waddled, she felt her bladder getting full, but was too embarrassed to say that she needed to go potty.


(should we do something with language restrictions? Like, she isn't allowed to swear or curse, and has to use cutiesy names for everything?)

(Oh, she's not allowed to swear or curse alright, but the cutesy names, eh, we'll see.)

He watched the little neko girl in her adorable onesie go about exploring her room, and almost melted into a puddle when she leaned down, her padded rear sticking out with her tail swishing left and right. Then came the question, and he had to answer.

- Sure thing, what do you like? Some snacks or something more filling? - he asked, walking up to her and offering a hand.
- You can hold my hand or be put on the leash, your call - he explained, but then gave her a friendly pat on the head and started walking, matching her pace with her shorter legs and waddle. At least without the booties and the restraints it was a lot easier to balance, especially that there was someone she could lean on.
However, as they approached the kitchen/dining area, she could already see a problem, a high chair, designed for her size, with armrests and footrests but no tray, being tall enough to be pulled to the table. However, it did have a 5-point seatbelt similar to a child seat, and straps on the armrests and footrests. Of course, the latter weren't meant for everyday use, only for punishment.
- Don't worry about the wrist and ankle straps, as long as you're a good kitten, they won't be used. - he explained as soon as he saw her noticing the chair. Question was, did he have time to tell or would she snap before he has a chance to explain?

"Uh, something like Lunch if that's alright." She mumbled. It was just into the afternoon right around now.

Reluctantly she allowed him to reattach the leash, and let him walk her, still waddling in her crinkly pamper and onesie, towards the kitchen.

Perhaps it was her hunger, or her general attitude to her treatment, or just the newness of it all. Maybe it was all of these things. But she seemed to have run out of patience when she saw the highchair, fitted with the same restraints she'd seen on her bed and changing table.

"Oh, no way. Nu uh, I ain't going in that stupid thing!" She put her foot down.

Matt was susprised when she chose the leash instead of holding hands, but clipped it to her collar anyway.
However, her sudden outburst upon seeing her chair was a bit more than he could tolerate.

- Alice! - he raised his voice and called her out, stopping and pulling her closer on her leash.
- Now I was just about to explain that the straps on that chair are only put to use if you can't behave. You were going to sit there just like an average everyday chair, but now you get the full treatment and then some. Especially since you cussed. Try anything and it'll get even worse for you!

He looked down on the little diapered neko with anger, and dragged her on the short leash to the dining table, grabbed her, picked her up and placed her in the chair, then strapped her in thoroughly. First the 5-point body harness, then her wrists and ankles. And if she as much as tried to wiggle a bit during the procedure, he even went back upstairs after that, and returned with her booties and mittens, putting those back on her hands and feet too. But the last item he put on the table, was probably the most frightening: a baby-ish pink hybrid of an oversized pacifier and a panel gag. Since she was already thoroughly tied down, it was easy to put it on her, silencing the poor little neko for sure. After he closed the buckle on the back of her head, he sat down opposite to her looking in her eyes.

- If I ever catch you cussing or swearing or insulting anything in this house again, this is what you'll be wearing until next morning, save for feeding time. If you can't watch your mouth, you won't be able to use it, that simple. Now you'll be wearing this until I'm ready with your meal, so you familiarize with it. - he then turned to the fridge. After a good look, he decided he has everything he needs, and stepped to the touchscreen panel next to the fridge and turned on the robotic chef. The three robotic arms attached to the sliding mounts on the ceiling folded down, and the stove turned on. They started preparing: knives, chopping block, one opened the fridge and took out 2 pieces of salmon filet while the other raided the spice rack, then 2 arms started peeling potatoes while the third seasoned the would-be salmon steaks, then started heating the pan.
At least the meal was going to be something perfect for a little kitten's tastes.

It was at this point Alice realised she might have miscalculated just a little bit. She had been a bit hesitant at first in trusting her new owner, but the flash of anger he showed, and the change he showed set her off balance all the same.

She stumbled as she was talked to and dragged by her leash, struggling to keep up, her nappy and its silly thickness an ever present impediment to moving properly. her heartbeat went up a bit as she was secured in the restraints, and she realised just how truly helpless she was here. He was her owner, she was a pet. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted to her, and there was nothing she could do.

As she wiggled, she was so preoccupied with her sudden re-restrainment that she didn't even really notice as her bladder gave out and she began to soak the front of her nappy with warm pee, soaking into the padding with a hiss as the wetness indicators faded and the front of the nappy expanded slightly and drooped a little.

She looked on in despair as he returned with her mittens and booties, bells and all, and secured them to her limbs. Damn, did she despise the bells.

She was tempted to resist when the pacifier-gag came out, but she didn't want to risk whatever further punishment he might have in mind, so she took it as it was pushed into her maw and secured, her tongue running over the bulb, which occupied most of her mouth.

She was unable to do much else. Only look around as she waited for her meal.

She did miscalculate indeed. Matt loved his new pet, but she still needed to remember she was his pet. Not like he would take such a language from his own daughter if he had one either, only the punishment would be different, but there would be one nonetheless.

And so, Alice ended up strapped into her chair, with her jingle mittens and booties on again, and this time even a gag added to the collection. But then Matt also noticed not only the expanded nappy bulge under her onesie but also the fear and helplessness in her eyes. He really did think she peed herself out of fear, fear of him.
He felt guilty for that. He turned away from her, without a word, and focused on watching the robot prepare their meals.

Soon enough, there were 2 plates of optimally cooked and seasoned salmon steak with a perfectly made side dish, and Matt brought both to the table, one in front of Alice, one in front of himself, along with the utensils. Then he took out the kitten's gag, trying to be gentle, and wiped it clean with a paper towel.

- I hope that was a good enough lesson. - he said, looking her in the eyes, but then he gave her a soft little pat on the head, and sat down next to her. The fine dining quality meal was right in front of Alice, yet still hopelessly out of reach... until her owner started cutting it up and offered her the first bite on the fork, intending to feed her himself.

She didn't say anything as the gag was removed, though she was grateful to have some freedom returned. Not that she was going to tell him that. Besides, she was keenly aware that the rest of the restraints had remained where they were.

She was more concerned with the warmth she felt between her legs from her freshly tinkled in nappy. How had that happened! She was potty trained wasn't she? Great, now he was going to think she needed the damn things.

She reluctantly opened her mouth and began to eat. At least this was one good part of the new life. The food was indeed very, very good. She ate forkful after forkful, and soon was finished as her hunger was sated. So there she sat, wondering if she'd get to go back and look at her room again, or perhaps do something else.

The rest of the restraints indeed remained where they were, and going to remain until they finished eating, but Matt was satisfied with how she remained calm after the removal of the gag. Funny enough, while she blamed herself for wetting, Matt blamed himself for scaring her enough for that to happen, and thus still didn't question her potty training.

It definitely looked like she enjoyed the food though, and he was more than happy to feed her until she was full and done. Then, and only then, he released her wrist and ankle straps and took her mittens and booties off, making it obvious they were applied only so she couldn't make a fuss over the meal.
He then proceeded to eat his own share, while Alice was still held in her chair by the waist and shoulder straps, and even poured himself and the girl some orange juice, giving her the durable yellow plastic cup since her hands were now free, to drink it on her own, thus giving her at least some dignity - and a chance to prove she can behave and just drink it instead of spilling it.

- All right, let's get you changed. - he sighed when he was done and the plates were in the dishwasher, ready to apologize to his beloved pet.
- I'm sorry I scared you so much that you wet yourself. - he let her out of the remainder of the restraints and picked her up, even paying attention to lift her by the thighs and not her soggy hear, and carried her upstairs in that gentle embrace.
- Would you like to put on some jammies and take a nap after you get changed? - he asked, remembering that cats spent most of the day sleeping, and little kids also were no strangers to afternoon naps.

"You didn't scare me, I just forgot I had to go!" She protested defensively. Only realising right after she spoke that what she said was just as embarrassing. She eeped rather cutely as she was lifted up in her onesie, though she was glad he wasn't holding her by her nappy.

"A change and a nap sounds good." She mumbled to him as she was carried upstairs.

- You... forgot? - Matt asked, raising a brow.
- Well... I guess you were quite distracted - he tried to reason, and carefully, gently picked Alice up to carry her upstairs and lay her down on the changing table, and strapped her wrists and ankles to it. He then gathered the diapering supplies and a clean nappy. After that, Matt proceeded to open the locking snaps on the little kitten's onesie, stripping her down to her nappy, only unlocking her wrists while he pulled the onesie over her head, and then untaped the soggy garment too, quickly removing it, folding it up and tossing it in the pail, next he grabbed the wet wipes and gently but thoroughly cleaned her up. The clean diaper was next, pink in color with cutesy butterfly pattern, which he slid under her bum, gently threaded her tail through the hole, and after applying a generous amount of baby powder, carefully taped up around her waist, checking to make sure it was snug but relatively comfortable.

He then left Alice strapped to the changing table only in her thick, cutesy nappy, while he picked her an outfit for naptime, and returned with a light pink, back zipper footed sleeper that had a big oval white patch on its chest with sewn-on mittens, mittens and feet both shaped and embroidered like kitten paws, essentially making this a kitten costume. She probably had mixed feelings about it, but nonetheless, Matt released her from the straps and dressed her in the outfit, and then she could feel this was made of the softest, coziest material that ever touched her skin, the snug-fitting garment feeling like a full body hug. The zipper on the back started just above the tail hole, and locked at the neck. Matt gently zippered her up, careful not to pinch her tail, and she could now feel the snug-fitting material caress her little body, unfortunately that also meant adorably outlining her diaper bulge.

- How do you like it? - he asked with a smile.
- I think it's adorable. Makes me wanna plop down on the couch with you in my lap and cuddle until you take a nap in my arms, so I can hold you and guard your sleep until you wake up. - he added, maybe a bit too enthusiastic about this.