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Ok, so I couldn't think of anything 'scary' for Halloween, especially considering that Scarlet/Violet is next month and I have the next episode being worked on. But I was inspired a bit by 'secret_desires' 'scary' submission (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49582325/) a few days ago about a different lizard from an animated movie. After watching the film again, and seeing some feedback from other sources, I wrote up this little piece real quick...not my best, not my worst, but hey, at least it's SOMETHING.
As said, may post the next chapter of my flagship, Pokemon Padded Purple, come the release of the next Pokemon entry, but for now, enjoy THIS 'Violet' lizard.
It was after hours at Monsters Inc. now, a time where few monsters decided to take extra shifts on their respective daytime floors. But one monster in particular was quite well known for putting some extra Scareing in, if only to assure themselves they were better than anyone else in the factory, if just one in particular.
Coming from the locker room, any late-leavers from the factory gave this monster a wide berth. It wasn't just because of the reputation he had now, but he generally always looked angry or annoyed, and few wanted to 'poke the dragon' less he assault their ears---wherever they were---with barbed words and swears.
It had been a long work week, and the lizard monster was frustrated with yet again being stuck in second place, though he knew it was a lie, somehow, someway. It had to be unbalanced numbers, favoritism, or, to his experience with the blue cretin, cheating. He wasn't be narcissistic or self-center...he KNEW he was better, and yet things weren't working out in his favor.
Roz, the slug like dispatcher, glanced lazily, uninterested, at the monster approaching, knowing him all too well. Those eight limbs, scaly, purple body, mouth full of sharp teeth, and a disposition that would deflate anybody else's good day with one precise jab.
Randall Boggs.
The lizard monster gave Roz a similar, if harsher gaze, but nothing too aggressive. This was a common encounter for both of them, and words didn't need to pass. With a very long sigh, Roz dug out several folders from Randall's assigned section of the file cabinet and slid them across, to which the lizard monster glanced over them with seemingly no interest.
He handed them to his lower set of arms and walked into the Scarefloor. He saw, out the corner of his eye, Roz closing the shutter to the dispatch office. A clear sign she had stayed out of the possibility that the lizard monster would, again, work late.
Randall's mood stayed with him as he entered. It had been a frustrating week---no, month, no YEAR---no, ever since that blasted blue furball had taken the top spot he had always felt like he had a bad day...and it was getting worse.
Yet again he needed something to calm his mind, center himself.
Friends? All of those were just dishonest hangers on whenever he DID manage to claim the stop spot, if only for an immensely, aggravatingly brief time. Most people now just thought of him as a selfish, envious jerk and wouldn't give him the time of day.
Vacation? No, he had to work, he'd get more behind...plus with all the blackouts, Monstropolis needed the best Scarers to keep the power going. He didn't like the idea of monsters being without power because he didn't put in the honest effort.
Yoga? Did something like that, kept him limber, but honestly it did nothing to help him feel better, so whomever suggested that was a freaking idiot.
No, he found comfort---literally and figuratively---in something else.
The lizard monster took a breath through his nose---wherever that was---and let it out slowly as he looked at the folder in his upper hands. A few more Scares, both to get some extra numbers in there, and making certain the slug monster had gone home along with anybody else, before he was certain he was alone.
Randall proceeded his work as professionally, but as quickly, as he could. The day had been exhausting enough, and he didn't want to be TOO tired. Still, he could push enough, especially since he had an award waiting for him in the end.
After his last Scare, Randall waited. Nothing, no sounds other than the slight machinery for the last door being taken away. Turning invisible, he checked Dispatch, checked the hall, and even the adjacent offices...no one.
The reptile wouldn't be disturbed.
With a glee that nobody has since seen him in public before, Randall slinked back to his station, assuring that everything was set up 'just in case' somebody came upon the Scarefloor and he had a viable excuse for not being there and not turning his folders in. Ironically, the simple excuse would be he had to go to the restroom.
With that handled, and grabbing his duffel bag, he practically jogged his way to his little, nightly sanctuary with which to indulge. Arriving at the entrance, the lizard monster rubbed each of his four palms against each other, his tail flicking in excitement, as he looked up at the room's label...
Daycare
Chuckling in his throat, Randall glanced in at the blinds that showed the interior of the room was darkened. As it should be, he knew, considering it was a DAYcare and all. By now, all the children had been picked up by their parents or guardians, leaving the staff to turn off the lights and draw the shades...
But not lock the door.
Because, of course, why would they? It was no longer occupied, and there was nothing of any value in there.
"Or is there heh heh?" Randall thought to himself with sly insidiousness.
The lizard monster slipped in like a shadow, closing the door and, after a glance in the darkness with his emerald eyes, flipped on the switch. He didn't look to the room just yet, instead slithering over and closing every blind to cut off any light from going out into the hallway. While he could see decently enough in the dark, he didn't want to start tripping over things and have his mood ruined.
With that done, Randall sighed with relief and turned to the room itself.
The eyeball and red-and-green-toothed mouth, against an orange base, carpet dominating the floor. The long tables set around the rim layered with various storage units of different toy varieties. Shelves of classic, though infantile, books, pinned up artworks from the kids, and various posters on things like hygiene, manners, and---to Randall---all the others stuff you find out is useless when you're an adult.
"Teh, 'adult'...funny," the lizard monster mused, considering that word was going to be quite the contrast in a moment---as far as other monsters were concerned he was sure.
Making his way further into the room, letting his bag drop, he curled his three-toed feet in the carpet, taking in the breath of lingering citrus and, of course, a particularly powdery smell that perpetuated in the room at nearly all times.
The room itself wasn't important to him, nor were the time-wasting toys, personal drawings, or books and posters with stuff he didn't care for. No, his aim was for something else. He made his way over to the section of the separate tables off to the side, ones with several drawers and shelves. He ignored the empty bottles and pacifiers, further tools of a process he wouldn't be committing himself to.
No, he just wanted one thing, and only that...
As the lizard monster lowered onto six of his limbs, he gripped one particular drawer, one that had taken him time to find in his first go at this. There were monsters of so many types, but what lay in these drawers catered to the most common ones for convenience, and Randall thankfully knew he was in such a category.
This was the only place he could find them. He couldn't work up the will to buy some in a store, and he was concerned about ordering something so embarrassing online. That left getting what he wanted, needed, was here---and considering he worked here, it wasn't stealing, so at least his conscious was clean.
Randall opened the drawer, smiling wider as the gap between grew and he saw the items within. The mere sight of the folded objects caused his insides to flutter with anticipated, but positive emotion that flowed through him like a pleasant river. He dipped one of his three-fingered hands in, clipping the plastic surface of the vital garments that, as absurd as it seemed to him, gave him solace in a mad world around him.
Diapers. Lil' Monster disposable diapers.
"Oooooh, yeeessss," Randall hissed, running his hand across their plastic shell, pushing in on the poofy material to hear it crinkle.
Their feel, their sound, their look---well, as babyish as it was, he admitted---brought him ease. He had done this many times, in increasing frequency, as a way to cope with the feelings of inadequacy, failure, and self-loathing that he had experienced for a long time now, inflamed by always being second best now.
He pulled one of the diapers from its comrades, holding it in his upper hands, staring at the designs of baby monsters that served as wetness indicators. Rolling his eyes, but still with a smile, Randall would have preferred something less...infantile in design, even just plain white would do. But, he had to make due with what designs were on 'baby' diapers these days.
It all started accidentally really, when he finally cleaned out his closet as a distraction from a distasteful day of being in second place. He had come upon his old 'Bedwetter Award', which he had received in the past for being the Scarer who had scared so many of his children that they received a Y on their check-box for the category.
Needless to say, Randall had felt a slight surge of pride from that accomplishment, holding the award again. It was back when everything was right, when things made sense, when he was on top.
While that in itself was notable, he also discovered a box it was in that had several disposable diapers in it. They were something he remembered were an additional good-natured joke that came with the awards, just meant to be funny in referencing how he may have put so many human children back into the garments because of how good he was.
At first, he was annoyed with that find, taking any sort of 'joke' toward him these days as something that flipped his anger switch. He immediately started shoving the different sized clothes into a plastic bag for disposal, till he got one of his arms caught through the tail hole of one them in the rush. Shaking the thing to get it off, the diaper unraveled into its hourglass shape in all its glory.
It was at that point, sighing in an attempt to calm his frustration of not letting diapers, of all things, get to him, that he took a moment to look at his invader of his personal space. Holding it up, he noticed how bigger it was compared to the others...thinking it ironic how it would possibly even FIT him...
He didn't remember exactly what happened back then, other than the end result. That being, he wanted MORE. That time in his apartment was one thing, but he was unsure how to keep such a weird thing going...until he remembered the place he worked at had a Daycare, a place stocked with the very diapers that had probably been part of that 'joke'. From there, it wasn't hard, as he already was known to work late shifts to band-aid his bruised pride every so often. And so what if anybody cared a few supplies were missing? They'd just restock and think it was some kid having a wee bit too much slime juice at lunch.
"Ah...it's been a long week," Randall sighed in the now as he petted the fold of the diaper, not bothering to berate himself for talking to an inanimate object. In fact, he could care less, as he wanted to talk to somebody, something, that wasn't judgmental against him.
The lizard monster took the crinkling of the garment as a kind of laugh that caused him to chuckle a bit as, swift as the partial snake he was, slithered back upright, and then circled around and onto the cushioned top of the table---changing table that is.
It was, obviously, bigger than him, but he curved his upper body over his lower half, as he would be acting as both parties in this established practice. Already, seeming without his input, as his focus was smiling fondly at the diaper in his upper hands, his lower set and upper feet pulled the top most drawers open, finding a bottle of powder to which he tossed to the opposing hand and setting to the side.
"I need this...REALLY need this," Randall remarked, to himself, looking forward and hugging the garment to his chest. His eyelids curved a bit in slight hesitation, a show that he was still trying to understand why this was something he was indulging in.
It was a DIAPER of all things, for babies and children, not for an adult like himself. But, as simple as that seemed to be, he didn't really full buy into it. After all, diapers were just clothes, it's not like he HAD to use them for their purposes. And he wasn't a child either, as he didn't intend to start wearing bonnets and sucking on a pacifier.
No, whatever stigmas there were, they came from other people, and the lizard monster could care less about them---they thought he was a jerk these days anyway.
"I...DESERVE this," Randall told himself firmly, knowing this was something of his choice. He should be able to soothe his damage in whatever way he chose, even if it was something unconventional.
Putting his smile back on, he pulled the diaper away and started to unfold before himself, the thick garment spreading into its hourglass shape of familiarity, with a split in the back for the tail section. With practiced precision, he fluffed the wings like a pillow---not far off, he knew with amusement---and smoothed out the leg and tail gatherers.
The large lizard continued to smile as he held the diaper before him, pulling his head toward its cushiony interior for a moment, his stalks fraying against it comfortably. Almost ready, he assured himself.
Pulling it away, he finally got started. Reaching over, he pushed himself up from the table and slid the diaper under him. He sighed with a reptilian hiss at the feeling of the fluff, and crinkle sound of the plastic, already starting to feel better.
Next, he pulled his tail forward and looked the portion of the diaper around it, securing it with the tail tape. Settling down, grabbed the powder off to the side, sprinkling plenty into the open garment and between his last pair of legs.
"Ahhhh," the lizard monster breathed out, taking through his nose the delightful smell of the powder. At least that was ONE thing he managed to get for home---though it mostly made him more eager for his padded rendezvous.
Satisfied with the avalanche in his diaper, Randall bent forward, gitty with obvious excitement as he pulled the padding over his front. He paused for a few seconds as he placed his lower hands on the taping strip of the diaper, breath escaping his mouth as the padding rubbed against his body.
"Almost, almost," he said almost breathlessly to himself.
With his lower set keeping the diaper clad to him, he used his upper set to do the single tape on each wing. Bringing, through practice, each of the sticky adhesives to the optimum position and tightness he preferred.
Pulling all his hands away, Randall could see, and deemed, the operation a success. Upon this changing table was a five foot, purple lizard...back in diapers.
The lizard monster sighed in contentment, laying himself fully on his back as he spread his legs, all four, in an imitation that he knew was the position of someone getting changed would be in. He imagined somebody else had just performed the task instead of himself, someone, he didn't know who, who cared enough to deal with such a strange thing.
In fact, at times during it, he had closed his eyes and fantasized some formless monster lifting his legs up and sliding a fresh diaper on, powdering his rump, smoothing it out, and then taping him securely in the poofy padding.
And now, he was coming off being freshly diapered, feeling a warm cocoon of fluff around his lower waist. He kicked his legs, like any toddler during changing time, and swished tail to make the diaper crinkle. The bands around them both were secure and cozy, a sign that he had gotten rather good at this whole diapering thing.
Trying to bring his lower legs together, he felt the bulk of the padding between them. Just like every time before, he was amazed that these diapers fit him. He was no child, he knew, in both mind and body, but he was quite aware that he was quite thin---sometimes, he reluctantly chided himself, a little malnourished. But, what that had facilitated is that he was able to fit these diapers meant for a younger age, albeit they were still big in their own right.
Sighing, the lizard monster arched his back and spread every limb, stretching out any knots formed from that whole Scareing cover from earlier. Lowering his hands, he brushed and patted the front of the diaper, feeling its cushiony softness. He knew he could indulge for maybe an hour or two before wrapping things up and getting home.
Turning over, the snaky reptile got on all limbs, arching again like a cat, feeling the slightly added bulk of the padding on his rear. His forked tongue snaked out from between his conical teeth, feeling a kind of weight lift off him that was letting him breath better.
From there, he hoped off the changing table and started strutting about, with deliberate steps on the carpet, his diaper crackling behind him as he purposely caused it to shift with each movement.
"Crinkle, crinkle, ha," the lizard monster mused out loud to himself with a chuckle. The rustling of the Lil' Monster disposable was practically the only noise in the factory as far as he was concerned...covered in the distance by whatever machinery worked through the night to keep the lights on.
He serpentined along the fibrous floor, showing that even a bulky diaper didn't slow this professional Scarer down. He got onto the tables littered with various toys and made it a sort of obstacle course for himself. On occasion, his diapered butt would get caught between something or be prodded by some protrusion, but he simply grinned at the feeling, as if someone was pulling back the waistband on the garment to check him, or patting his rump to let him know he was a good diapered lizard.
He knew he was just walking and slinking about---and even doing something akin to his training courses way back in his career---but he did it all with the thought that he had a most unconventional garb taped around his lower region. It was a little bit...thrilling, the concept of being caught, despite knowing he had taken precautions. It was also a bit...naughty, now that he thought about it, considering he knew it would be something others would denounce him for in their judgmental way.
"Screw'em," the lizard monster scoffed as he thought about that, throwing his head up, as if to spread the concept in the air and have it influence the next generation.
Slinking over to his bag, Randall pulled out a can of Orange Slime, his other lower hand pulling out a pair of headphones, while his upper ones stuffed a few spare diapers from the table for home use later. Again, he reminded himself, he worked here, so it was...a business expense at worst.
"Sullivan can have his dumb wall of shame, I'll take some of these," Randall remarked, running a hand down a spare before putting it in his bag.
Sighing at reminding himself of his rival---no, the thief---Randall turned onto his back, propping his bag against the changing table and laying against it. With one hand, he worked a crink out of his neck, rolling his soda can in the other and taking sips on occasion, while his lower set rubbed the plastic shell of the diaper clad to him.
He placed on his headphones---but just one side mostly, he wanted an ear free just in case---and let the sounds of cartoon classics enter his head. He didn't exactly remember, or want to remember, his childhood---probably bad associations if his time in college was any indication---but the theme tracks on some classic monster-world animated series would let him drift back to a simpler time.
Of course, music was one thing, but wearing and feeling the diaper enhanced things to the point that he felt in the moment. One where he didn't have so much to worry about, when things didn't have to make sense in an adult's way of thinking, and where you could still imagine things being better than they were.
The lizard monster's tension began to drain, as if the diaper was absorbing it within it's soft, porous innards. He went back to a time where things like respect, fame, and self-worth didn't matter. Where life didn't have the crushing influence of bills, other people's judgment, and the myriad of other things adults had to worry about that generally turned them, well, into what he was facing himself.
No, the only thing one had to concern themselves with in this time is waddling their way to the table when they needed a fresh diaper...
"....heuh?"
Randall's eyes blinked a few times as he realized he must have drifted off. Lazily glancing around, he saw he was still in the Daycare. That alone alerted him, sending a surge down his spine as his upper body shot up, his headphones falling off. Looking everywhere, he tried to see if anything was out of place...
Door closed, hallway lights were dimmed...it was still nighttime.
Gulping down the feeling of hesitation he had felt, he glanced up at the wall clock in the corner. He'd been asleep for...an hour? It felt...longer somehow. In fact, he didn't feel as tired as he had been before. Looking down at himself, at the diaper still clad to him, he guessed that it must have helped him get the most of out this little nap...
"Eh...close one," he muttered to himself, reaching over and placing the empty slime can to the side. As he did so, looking at the drops on top of the metal, he realized a tingling sensation in him. It was ritually familiar, something to be suspected, and something that was probably overflown from this very beverage. Slowly, his eyes drifted over to the diaper strapped to himself...
His teeth gritted at the concept going through his head. He had assured himself that he wasn't some child, to play with stupid blocks and peg puzzles, or drink from a plastic bottle, he had to have some pride after all. Likewise, he would never do a certain 'filling' process with the one item he did favor. Now, adjacent to that was...
"Should I...?" Randall posed to himself, his eyes wide with the idea, but his mouth cringing at the concept. It was gross, but something that happened all the time. Unlike the 'other stuff', it should all stay in the diaper. Besides, he needed to slip into the showers briefly to get the powder off him anyway, so it would handle that issue...
"Idiot," the lizard berated himself, running his upper hands down his face. It was dumb, he had control, always should, so why was he entertaining this at all? Was it because it was his choice? Was it because he wanted to do just a little more? Something a little questionable? A little mischievous?
Feeling some pressure, Randall looked down at himself, seeing his lower hands gripping the padding tightly. Did he really want to do this? Maybe just once? See what it was like? Everything so far had been helpful to him, what if this was too? If not, he would just take it off, wash up and not do it again. Simple as that.
"Oooooookkkk..." the lizard monster breathed, his lower hands relaxing as he curved up a little. He spread his legs, almost in changing position again as he glanced down at the diaper between them.
Reminding himself, the diaper had the infantile, baby monsters all over it, almost turning him off of this idea. But they were just images, just a practical addition to show how wet the diaper could be, nothing more. Still, as he looked, he had to admit, it amused him that one of the monsters on the diaper was a round, green, cyclops, just like the one who got his hackles up every day.
A grin spreading on his face, Randall decided then and there to submit to his mischievous half. He imagined that was Wazowski's image there on the diaper...and now he was going make him disappear in a flood.
Letting out a breath, he tried to relax, imagining himself in the more 'adult' version of where such things too place. In actuality, it was...a little exciting, a bit of an adrenaline rush as things began as squirts, then a stream, then a torrent. He felt a warm glow envelop his lowest region, watching as the diaper began to swell, balloon as it took in the liquid coming out of the lizard it was placed on.
The pristine white of the garment transitioned to a darker shade, the weight of the absorbent gel material pressing against the plastic. The indicators on the front gradually showed fade, but it wouldn't be until the hot warmth of the liquid heated the images enough that they would vanish entirely...
And just like that, it was over. Randall stared at the darkened front of the diaper, sagging over the base of his tail with the pulpy material pressing against it. His head stalks were standing straight, his eyes wide, unblinking.
He could NOT believe what had just happened. Had he REALLY done that? Had he REALLY just wet a diaper like a---
"Ooooohhh."
The lizard monster murmured as his hands went down to feel the diaper in its new state. His mind had told him that he had to touch it to really send home the reality of his situation.
What he had NOT expected though...was that it felt good.
It was pleasantly war as his hand felt against the plastic surface, and when he gave it a cautious squeeze, an audible squish was heard, followed by a stifled quiver of the mouth by the lizard monster. It felt nice, like a warm hug to his rump, and the touch was inviting and spongy.
Poking the squishy, wet padding, the smile on Randall's face grew. He had just wet a diaper, a DIAPER of all things. But, the world didn't end. Nobody was here to condemn him. And, thankfully, the thing didn't leak---something, with a slight grimace, he realized he should have thought about earlier.
"I can't believe I did this," he remarked, poking the squishy diaper---HIS squishy diaper. "Take that puke-ball," he added as he pressed a finger into the nearly faded design of a cyclops wetness indicator.
Flipping onto all limbs again, he felt the weight of his usage sag from his hips. Glancing under himself, Randall saw the droopy diaper pull from his legs, yet the tapes remained strong. With a naughty smile, he swayed his lower hips, watching the diaper swing like a pendulum for a bit. Bringing over, curling one of his upper legs, he placed it on the bottom of the sag, giving it a few pats.
"Tah heh heh, someone's a leaky lizard," he chided. Randall's eyes and tips bugged out at that, wondering why he had just berated himself like that. Then his face screwed up at even being annoyed at that. What he said WAS true, he was carrying a deluge, HIS deluge, in that diaper after all.
"I think...this ain't so bad," he remarked, and started moving about to feel how this new state was.
With every movement, he felt the weight of the padding between his legs, but it was more pronounced now, and with that warmth that made him take a breath after every shift. It crinkled less than before when it was fresh, but that wasn't a total loss, as these new sensations were causing a flutter in his chest.
Yes, he was indeed a leaky lizard, wetting his diaper so much that it hung like the chime in a bell tower. But it was his choice to be wet like this, not because he was a child. It was his choice to put this diaper on, his choice to soak it to a brim and enjoy how it felt.
Warmth, like a hug, something he had not experienced in...at the least, a very long time. And it was one of his own making, but one he couldn't have done without that precious padding strapped to him. The same garment that contained such an expulsion and had confined it to its now-squishy depths, safe and secure...just like he was right now.
"Wow," Randall breathed as he looked down under himself and looked at that sagging diaper again, feeling it with his upper feet. "I think I...I think I lo---"
And that was when the door to the daycare opened.
Kind of a cliff-hangy, but maybe not if this is a one-shot.
Ok, so I couldn't think of anything 'scary' for Halloween, especially considering that Scarlet/Violet is next month and I have the next episode being worked on. But I was inspired a bit by 'secret_desires' 'scary' submission (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49582325/) a few days ago about a different lizard from an animated movie. After watching the film again, and seeing some feedback from other sources, I wrote up this little piece real quick...not my best, not my worst, but hey, at least it's SOMETHING.
As said, may post the next chapter of my flagship, Pokemon Padded Purple, come the release of the next Pokemon entry, but for now, enjoy THIS 'Violet' lizard.
It was after hours at Monsters Inc. now, a time where few monsters decided to take extra shifts on their respective daytime floors. But one monster in particular was quite well known for putting some extra Scareing in, if only to assure themselves they were better than anyone else in the factory, if just one in particular.
Coming from the locker room, any late-leavers from the factory gave this monster a wide berth. It wasn't just because of the reputation he had now, but he generally always looked angry or annoyed, and few wanted to 'poke the dragon' less he assault their ears---wherever they were---with barbed words and swears.
It had been a long work week, and the lizard monster was frustrated with yet again being stuck in second place, though he knew it was a lie, somehow, someway. It had to be unbalanced numbers, favoritism, or, to his experience with the blue cretin, cheating. He wasn't be narcissistic or self-center...he KNEW he was better, and yet things weren't working out in his favor.
Roz, the slug like dispatcher, glanced lazily, uninterested, at the monster approaching, knowing him all too well. Those eight limbs, scaly, purple body, mouth full of sharp teeth, and a disposition that would deflate anybody else's good day with one precise jab.
Randall Boggs.
The lizard monster gave Roz a similar, if harsher gaze, but nothing too aggressive. This was a common encounter for both of them, and words didn't need to pass. With a very long sigh, Roz dug out several folders from Randall's assigned section of the file cabinet and slid them across, to which the lizard monster glanced over them with seemingly no interest.
He handed them to his lower set of arms and walked into the Scarefloor. He saw, out the corner of his eye, Roz closing the shutter to the dispatch office. A clear sign she had stayed out of the possibility that the lizard monster would, again, work late.
Randall's mood stayed with him as he entered. It had been a frustrating week---no, month, no YEAR---no, ever since that blasted blue furball had taken the top spot he had always felt like he had a bad day...and it was getting worse.
Yet again he needed something to calm his mind, center himself.
Friends? All of those were just dishonest hangers on whenever he DID manage to claim the stop spot, if only for an immensely, aggravatingly brief time. Most people now just thought of him as a selfish, envious jerk and wouldn't give him the time of day.
Vacation? No, he had to work, he'd get more behind...plus with all the blackouts, Monstropolis needed the best Scarers to keep the power going. He didn't like the idea of monsters being without power because he didn't put in the honest effort.
Yoga? Did something like that, kept him limber, but honestly it did nothing to help him feel better, so whomever suggested that was a freaking idiot.
No, he found comfort---literally and figuratively---in something else.
The lizard monster took a breath through his nose---wherever that was---and let it out slowly as he looked at the folder in his upper hands. A few more Scares, both to get some extra numbers in there, and making certain the slug monster had gone home along with anybody else, before he was certain he was alone.
Randall proceeded his work as professionally, but as quickly, as he could. The day had been exhausting enough, and he didn't want to be TOO tired. Still, he could push enough, especially since he had an award waiting for him in the end.
After his last Scare, Randall waited. Nothing, no sounds other than the slight machinery for the last door being taken away. Turning invisible, he checked Dispatch, checked the hall, and even the adjacent offices...no one.
The reptile wouldn't be disturbed.
With a glee that nobody has since seen him in public before, Randall slinked back to his station, assuring that everything was set up 'just in case' somebody came upon the Scarefloor and he had a viable excuse for not being there and not turning his folders in. Ironically, the simple excuse would be he had to go to the restroom.
With that handled, and grabbing his duffel bag, he practically jogged his way to his little, nightly sanctuary with which to indulge. Arriving at the entrance, the lizard monster rubbed each of his four palms against each other, his tail flicking in excitement, as he looked up at the room's label...
Daycare
Chuckling in his throat, Randall glanced in at the blinds that showed the interior of the room was darkened. As it should be, he knew, considering it was a DAYcare and all. By now, all the children had been picked up by their parents or guardians, leaving the staff to turn off the lights and draw the shades...
But not lock the door.
Because, of course, why would they? It was no longer occupied, and there was nothing of any value in there.
"Or is there heh heh?" Randall thought to himself with sly insidiousness.
The lizard monster slipped in like a shadow, closing the door and, after a glance in the darkness with his emerald eyes, flipped on the switch. He didn't look to the room just yet, instead slithering over and closing every blind to cut off any light from going out into the hallway. While he could see decently enough in the dark, he didn't want to start tripping over things and have his mood ruined.
With that done, Randall sighed with relief and turned to the room itself.
The eyeball and red-and-green-toothed mouth, against an orange base, carpet dominating the floor. The long tables set around the rim layered with various storage units of different toy varieties. Shelves of classic, though infantile, books, pinned up artworks from the kids, and various posters on things like hygiene, manners, and---to Randall---all the others stuff you find out is useless when you're an adult.
"Teh, 'adult'...funny," the lizard monster mused, considering that word was going to be quite the contrast in a moment---as far as other monsters were concerned he was sure.
Making his way further into the room, letting his bag drop, he curled his three-toed feet in the carpet, taking in the breath of lingering citrus and, of course, a particularly powdery smell that perpetuated in the room at nearly all times.
The room itself wasn't important to him, nor were the time-wasting toys, personal drawings, or books and posters with stuff he didn't care for. No, his aim was for something else. He made his way over to the section of the separate tables off to the side, ones with several drawers and shelves. He ignored the empty bottles and pacifiers, further tools of a process he wouldn't be committing himself to.
No, he just wanted one thing, and only that...
As the lizard monster lowered onto six of his limbs, he gripped one particular drawer, one that had taken him time to find in his first go at this. There were monsters of so many types, but what lay in these drawers catered to the most common ones for convenience, and Randall thankfully knew he was in such a category.
This was the only place he could find them. He couldn't work up the will to buy some in a store, and he was concerned about ordering something so embarrassing online. That left getting what he wanted, needed, was here---and considering he worked here, it wasn't stealing, so at least his conscious was clean.
Randall opened the drawer, smiling wider as the gap between grew and he saw the items within. The mere sight of the folded objects caused his insides to flutter with anticipated, but positive emotion that flowed through him like a pleasant river. He dipped one of his three-fingered hands in, clipping the plastic surface of the vital garments that, as absurd as it seemed to him, gave him solace in a mad world around him.
Diapers. Lil' Monster disposable diapers.
"Oooooh, yeeessss," Randall hissed, running his hand across their plastic shell, pushing in on the poofy material to hear it crinkle.
Their feel, their sound, their look---well, as babyish as it was, he admitted---brought him ease. He had done this many times, in increasing frequency, as a way to cope with the feelings of inadequacy, failure, and self-loathing that he had experienced for a long time now, inflamed by always being second best now.
He pulled one of the diapers from its comrades, holding it in his upper hands, staring at the designs of baby monsters that served as wetness indicators. Rolling his eyes, but still with a smile, Randall would have preferred something less...infantile in design, even just plain white would do. But, he had to make due with what designs were on 'baby' diapers these days.
It all started accidentally really, when he finally cleaned out his closet as a distraction from a distasteful day of being in second place. He had come upon his old 'Bedwetter Award', which he had received in the past for being the Scarer who had scared so many of his children that they received a Y on their check-box for the category.
Needless to say, Randall had felt a slight surge of pride from that accomplishment, holding the award again. It was back when everything was right, when things made sense, when he was on top.
While that in itself was notable, he also discovered a box it was in that had several disposable diapers in it. They were something he remembered were an additional good-natured joke that came with the awards, just meant to be funny in referencing how he may have put so many human children back into the garments because of how good he was.
At first, he was annoyed with that find, taking any sort of 'joke' toward him these days as something that flipped his anger switch. He immediately started shoving the different sized clothes into a plastic bag for disposal, till he got one of his arms caught through the tail hole of one them in the rush. Shaking the thing to get it off, the diaper unraveled into its hourglass shape in all its glory.
It was at that point, sighing in an attempt to calm his frustration of not letting diapers, of all things, get to him, that he took a moment to look at his invader of his personal space. Holding it up, he noticed how bigger it was compared to the others...thinking it ironic how it would possibly even FIT him...
He didn't remember exactly what happened back then, other than the end result. That being, he wanted MORE. That time in his apartment was one thing, but he was unsure how to keep such a weird thing going...until he remembered the place he worked at had a Daycare, a place stocked with the very diapers that had probably been part of that 'joke'. From there, it wasn't hard, as he already was known to work late shifts to band-aid his bruised pride every so often. And so what if anybody cared a few supplies were missing? They'd just restock and think it was some kid having a wee bit too much slime juice at lunch.
"Ah...it's been a long week," Randall sighed in the now as he petted the fold of the diaper, not bothering to berate himself for talking to an inanimate object. In fact, he could care less, as he wanted to talk to somebody, something, that wasn't judgmental against him.
The lizard monster took the crinkling of the garment as a kind of laugh that caused him to chuckle a bit as, swift as the partial snake he was, slithered back upright, and then circled around and onto the cushioned top of the table---changing table that is.
It was, obviously, bigger than him, but he curved his upper body over his lower half, as he would be acting as both parties in this established practice. Already, seeming without his input, as his focus was smiling fondly at the diaper in his upper hands, his lower set and upper feet pulled the top most drawers open, finding a bottle of powder to which he tossed to the opposing hand and setting to the side.
"I need this...REALLY need this," Randall remarked, to himself, looking forward and hugging the garment to his chest. His eyelids curved a bit in slight hesitation, a show that he was still trying to understand why this was something he was indulging in.
It was a DIAPER of all things, for babies and children, not for an adult like himself. But, as simple as that seemed to be, he didn't really full buy into it. After all, diapers were just clothes, it's not like he HAD to use them for their purposes. And he wasn't a child either, as he didn't intend to start wearing bonnets and sucking on a pacifier.
No, whatever stigmas there were, they came from other people, and the lizard monster could care less about them---they thought he was a jerk these days anyway.
"I...DESERVE this," Randall told himself firmly, knowing this was something of his choice. He should be able to soothe his damage in whatever way he chose, even if it was something unconventional.
Putting his smile back on, he pulled the diaper away and started to unfold before himself, the thick garment spreading into its hourglass shape of familiarity, with a split in the back for the tail section. With practiced precision, he fluffed the wings like a pillow---not far off, he knew with amusement---and smoothed out the leg and tail gatherers.
The large lizard continued to smile as he held the diaper before him, pulling his head toward its cushiony interior for a moment, his stalks fraying against it comfortably. Almost ready, he assured himself.
Pulling it away, he finally got started. Reaching over, he pushed himself up from the table and slid the diaper under him. He sighed with a reptilian hiss at the feeling of the fluff, and crinkle sound of the plastic, already starting to feel better.
Next, he pulled his tail forward and looked the portion of the diaper around it, securing it with the tail tape. Settling down, grabbed the powder off to the side, sprinkling plenty into the open garment and between his last pair of legs.
"Ahhhh," the lizard monster breathed out, taking through his nose the delightful smell of the powder. At least that was ONE thing he managed to get for home---though it mostly made him more eager for his padded rendezvous.
Satisfied with the avalanche in his diaper, Randall bent forward, gitty with obvious excitement as he pulled the padding over his front. He paused for a few seconds as he placed his lower hands on the taping strip of the diaper, breath escaping his mouth as the padding rubbed against his body.
"Almost, almost," he said almost breathlessly to himself.
With his lower set keeping the diaper clad to him, he used his upper set to do the single tape on each wing. Bringing, through practice, each of the sticky adhesives to the optimum position and tightness he preferred.
Pulling all his hands away, Randall could see, and deemed, the operation a success. Upon this changing table was a five foot, purple lizard...back in diapers.
The lizard monster sighed in contentment, laying himself fully on his back as he spread his legs, all four, in an imitation that he knew was the position of someone getting changed would be in. He imagined somebody else had just performed the task instead of himself, someone, he didn't know who, who cared enough to deal with such a strange thing.
In fact, at times during it, he had closed his eyes and fantasized some formless monster lifting his legs up and sliding a fresh diaper on, powdering his rump, smoothing it out, and then taping him securely in the poofy padding.
And now, he was coming off being freshly diapered, feeling a warm cocoon of fluff around his lower waist. He kicked his legs, like any toddler during changing time, and swished tail to make the diaper crinkle. The bands around them both were secure and cozy, a sign that he had gotten rather good at this whole diapering thing.
Trying to bring his lower legs together, he felt the bulk of the padding between them. Just like every time before, he was amazed that these diapers fit him. He was no child, he knew, in both mind and body, but he was quite aware that he was quite thin---sometimes, he reluctantly chided himself, a little malnourished. But, what that had facilitated is that he was able to fit these diapers meant for a younger age, albeit they were still big in their own right.
Sighing, the lizard monster arched his back and spread every limb, stretching out any knots formed from that whole Scareing cover from earlier. Lowering his hands, he brushed and patted the front of the diaper, feeling its cushiony softness. He knew he could indulge for maybe an hour or two before wrapping things up and getting home.
Turning over, the snaky reptile got on all limbs, arching again like a cat, feeling the slightly added bulk of the padding on his rear. His forked tongue snaked out from between his conical teeth, feeling a kind of weight lift off him that was letting him breath better.
From there, he hoped off the changing table and started strutting about, with deliberate steps on the carpet, his diaper crackling behind him as he purposely caused it to shift with each movement.
"Crinkle, crinkle, ha," the lizard monster mused out loud to himself with a chuckle. The rustling of the Lil' Monster disposable was practically the only noise in the factory as far as he was concerned...covered in the distance by whatever machinery worked through the night to keep the lights on.
He serpentined along the fibrous floor, showing that even a bulky diaper didn't slow this professional Scarer down. He got onto the tables littered with various toys and made it a sort of obstacle course for himself. On occasion, his diapered butt would get caught between something or be prodded by some protrusion, but he simply grinned at the feeling, as if someone was pulling back the waistband on the garment to check him, or patting his rump to let him know he was a good diapered lizard.
He knew he was just walking and slinking about---and even doing something akin to his training courses way back in his career---but he did it all with the thought that he had a most unconventional garb taped around his lower region. It was a little bit...thrilling, the concept of being caught, despite knowing he had taken precautions. It was also a bit...naughty, now that he thought about it, considering he knew it would be something others would denounce him for in their judgmental way.
"Screw'em," the lizard monster scoffed as he thought about that, throwing his head up, as if to spread the concept in the air and have it influence the next generation.
Slinking over to his bag, Randall pulled out a can of Orange Slime, his other lower hand pulling out a pair of headphones, while his upper ones stuffed a few spare diapers from the table for home use later. Again, he reminded himself, he worked here, so it was...a business expense at worst.
"Sullivan can have his dumb wall of shame, I'll take some of these," Randall remarked, running a hand down a spare before putting it in his bag.
Sighing at reminding himself of his rival---no, the thief---Randall turned onto his back, propping his bag against the changing table and laying against it. With one hand, he worked a crink out of his neck, rolling his soda can in the other and taking sips on occasion, while his lower set rubbed the plastic shell of the diaper clad to him.
He placed on his headphones---but just one side mostly, he wanted an ear free just in case---and let the sounds of cartoon classics enter his head. He didn't exactly remember, or want to remember, his childhood---probably bad associations if his time in college was any indication---but the theme tracks on some classic monster-world animated series would let him drift back to a simpler time.
Of course, music was one thing, but wearing and feeling the diaper enhanced things to the point that he felt in the moment. One where he didn't have so much to worry about, when things didn't have to make sense in an adult's way of thinking, and where you could still imagine things being better than they were.
The lizard monster's tension began to drain, as if the diaper was absorbing it within it's soft, porous innards. He went back to a time where things like respect, fame, and self-worth didn't matter. Where life didn't have the crushing influence of bills, other people's judgment, and the myriad of other things adults had to worry about that generally turned them, well, into what he was facing himself.
No, the only thing one had to concern themselves with in this time is waddling their way to the table when they needed a fresh diaper...
"....heuh?"
Randall's eyes blinked a few times as he realized he must have drifted off. Lazily glancing around, he saw he was still in the Daycare. That alone alerted him, sending a surge down his spine as his upper body shot up, his headphones falling off. Looking everywhere, he tried to see if anything was out of place...
Door closed, hallway lights were dimmed...it was still nighttime.
Gulping down the feeling of hesitation he had felt, he glanced up at the wall clock in the corner. He'd been asleep for...an hour? It felt...longer somehow. In fact, he didn't feel as tired as he had been before. Looking down at himself, at the diaper still clad to him, he guessed that it must have helped him get the most of out this little nap...
"Eh...close one," he muttered to himself, reaching over and placing the empty slime can to the side. As he did so, looking at the drops on top of the metal, he realized a tingling sensation in him. It was ritually familiar, something to be suspected, and something that was probably overflown from this very beverage. Slowly, his eyes drifted over to the diaper strapped to himself...
His teeth gritted at the concept going through his head. He had assured himself that he wasn't some child, to play with stupid blocks and peg puzzles, or drink from a plastic bottle, he had to have some pride after all. Likewise, he would never do a certain 'filling' process with the one item he did favor. Now, adjacent to that was...
"Should I...?" Randall posed to himself, his eyes wide with the idea, but his mouth cringing at the concept. It was gross, but something that happened all the time. Unlike the 'other stuff', it should all stay in the diaper. Besides, he needed to slip into the showers briefly to get the powder off him anyway, so it would handle that issue...
"Idiot," the lizard berated himself, running his upper hands down his face. It was dumb, he had control, always should, so why was he entertaining this at all? Was it because it was his choice? Was it because he wanted to do just a little more? Something a little questionable? A little mischievous?
Feeling some pressure, Randall looked down at himself, seeing his lower hands gripping the padding tightly. Did he really want to do this? Maybe just once? See what it was like? Everything so far had been helpful to him, what if this was too? If not, he would just take it off, wash up and not do it again. Simple as that.
"Oooooookkkk..." the lizard monster breathed, his lower hands relaxing as he curved up a little. He spread his legs, almost in changing position again as he glanced down at the diaper between them.
Reminding himself, the diaper had the infantile, baby monsters all over it, almost turning him off of this idea. But they were just images, just a practical addition to show how wet the diaper could be, nothing more. Still, as he looked, he had to admit, it amused him that one of the monsters on the diaper was a round, green, cyclops, just like the one who got his hackles up every day.
A grin spreading on his face, Randall decided then and there to submit to his mischievous half. He imagined that was Wazowski's image there on the diaper...and now he was going make him disappear in a flood.
Letting out a breath, he tried to relax, imagining himself in the more 'adult' version of where such things too place. In actuality, it was...a little exciting, a bit of an adrenaline rush as things began as squirts, then a stream, then a torrent. He felt a warm glow envelop his lowest region, watching as the diaper began to swell, balloon as it took in the liquid coming out of the lizard it was placed on.
The pristine white of the garment transitioned to a darker shade, the weight of the absorbent gel material pressing against the plastic. The indicators on the front gradually showed fade, but it wouldn't be until the hot warmth of the liquid heated the images enough that they would vanish entirely...
And just like that, it was over. Randall stared at the darkened front of the diaper, sagging over the base of his tail with the pulpy material pressing against it. His head stalks were standing straight, his eyes wide, unblinking.
He could NOT believe what had just happened. Had he REALLY done that? Had he REALLY just wet a diaper like a---
"Ooooohhh."
The lizard monster murmured as his hands went down to feel the diaper in its new state. His mind had told him that he had to touch it to really send home the reality of his situation.
What he had NOT expected though...was that it felt good.
It was pleasantly war as his hand felt against the plastic surface, and when he gave it a cautious squeeze, an audible squish was heard, followed by a stifled quiver of the mouth by the lizard monster. It felt nice, like a warm hug to his rump, and the touch was inviting and spongy.
Poking the squishy, wet padding, the smile on Randall's face grew. He had just wet a diaper, a DIAPER of all things. But, the world didn't end. Nobody was here to condemn him. And, thankfully, the thing didn't leak---something, with a slight grimace, he realized he should have thought about earlier.
"I can't believe I did this," he remarked, poking the squishy diaper---HIS squishy diaper. "Take that puke-ball," he added as he pressed a finger into the nearly faded design of a cyclops wetness indicator.
Flipping onto all limbs again, he felt the weight of his usage sag from his hips. Glancing under himself, Randall saw the droopy diaper pull from his legs, yet the tapes remained strong. With a naughty smile, he swayed his lower hips, watching the diaper swing like a pendulum for a bit. Bringing over, curling one of his upper legs, he placed it on the bottom of the sag, giving it a few pats.
"Tah heh heh, someone's a leaky lizard," he chided. Randall's eyes and tips bugged out at that, wondering why he had just berated himself like that. Then his face screwed up at even being annoyed at that. What he said WAS true, he was carrying a deluge, HIS deluge, in that diaper after all.
"I think...this ain't so bad," he remarked, and started moving about to feel how this new state was.
With every movement, he felt the weight of the padding between his legs, but it was more pronounced now, and with that warmth that made him take a breath after every shift. It crinkled less than before when it was fresh, but that wasn't a total loss, as these new sensations were causing a flutter in his chest.
Yes, he was indeed a leaky lizard, wetting his diaper so much that it hung like the chime in a bell tower. But it was his choice to be wet like this, not because he was a child. It was his choice to put this diaper on, his choice to soak it to a brim and enjoy how it felt.
Warmth, like a hug, something he had not experienced in...at the least, a very long time. And it was one of his own making, but one he couldn't have done without that precious padding strapped to him. The same garment that contained such an expulsion and had confined it to its now-squishy depths, safe and secure...just like he was right now.
"Wow," Randall breathed as he looked down under himself and looked at that sagging diaper again, feeling it with his upper feet. "I think I...I think I lo---"
And that was when the door to the daycare opened.
Kind of a cliff-hangy, but maybe not if this is a one-shot.
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Thanks heh.
Yeah, after watching the film again (yay Halloween), and seeing the stuff out there, seems to be more to the guy then we see. And I think there's something to be said for an employee who gets frustrated at being looked over by the 'favorite' in a company and having any kind of chance being snapped from them...it would make anybody a bit snappy.
Figured could get those kinds of honest frustrations out through something other than booze or drugs, by the unconventional way of some poofy padding heh. And, funny enough, seems the factory has a daycare, and with all the different types of monsters out there, he'd find something that would fit a thin body like his.
Yeah, after watching the film again (yay Halloween), and seeing the stuff out there, seems to be more to the guy then we see. And I think there's something to be said for an employee who gets frustrated at being looked over by the 'favorite' in a company and having any kind of chance being snapped from them...it would make anybody a bit snappy.
Figured could get those kinds of honest frustrations out through something other than booze or drugs, by the unconventional way of some poofy padding heh. And, funny enough, seems the factory has a daycare, and with all the different types of monsters out there, he'd find something that would fit a thin body like his.
Thanks heh. Yeah, the more I learn about it, the more fascinating he is...almost a bit like Sol if he could talk-talk. And the world is a large expanse that really hasn't been explored so much and has a lot of possibilities. While Padded Purple is my main, I may very well look on to doing some more with this guy when I get some spare ideas.
This incredibly well detailed and right on the money with Randall's personality. I can't say anything bad against it other than some small mistakes in the breaking up of sentences and the fact it ends in a cliffhanger. Totally going to download and save this masterpiece :)
Would love for this to have a part two where we get see who intruded on our leaky lizard. Perhaps the mysterious visitor would end up babying Randall and convince him to try doing a number two in his diapers...by his choice of course. I wonder if he subconsciously associates the number of the act with him being second to Sulley and our padded reptile would rather be and do number one. Hmm maybe if there was a picture that looked like the blue furred monster on the seat then he'd give pooping a chance.
Regardless of what happens this one-shot seems like it'd be an excellent prelude to a story where Randall becomes an abdl as a way of escapism.
Would love for this to have a part two where we get see who intruded on our leaky lizard. Perhaps the mysterious visitor would end up babying Randall and convince him to try doing a number two in his diapers...by his choice of course. I wonder if he subconsciously associates the number of the act with him being second to Sulley and our padded reptile would rather be and do number one. Hmm maybe if there was a picture that looked like the blue furred monster on the seat then he'd give pooping a chance.
Regardless of what happens this one-shot seems like it'd be an excellent prelude to a story where Randall becomes an abdl as a way of escapism.
Well, admittedly, I did this in a bit of a rush to get it in for Halloween. I take more time with my padded Pokemon series, starring another lizard of course heh. Had to re-watch the movie again and get some research in, as well as how long it ended up becoming, didn't have time to get some editing in. Plus, the pic it was inspired by had someone walking in on Randall while he's padded, so I ended it with that premise.
There may be more in the future with this guy, maybe. I doubt I'd have 'the second thing' show up, as Randall is a guy with a lot of pride and that seems too far for him, even wetting his diaper was like the tip of the spectrum for him. Though, will say that that concept of yours there with the number comparison is funny.
I don't think he'd be the first half of that designation, but I do think he wants a version of escapism or to find a group in some fashion that would support him or pass little to no judgement on his struggles, which would probably be with a 'weird' group of monsters into this kind of thing that he never even considered before.
There may be more in the future with this guy, maybe. I doubt I'd have 'the second thing' show up, as Randall is a guy with a lot of pride and that seems too far for him, even wetting his diaper was like the tip of the spectrum for him. Though, will say that that concept of yours there with the number comparison is funny.
I don't think he'd be the first half of that designation, but I do think he wants a version of escapism or to find a group in some fashion that would support him or pass little to no judgement on his struggles, which would probably be with a 'weird' group of monsters into this kind of thing that he never even considered before.
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