Kitten Kanto
by blankmind12/TomaTanuki
Disclaimer: Kitt Kanto, Jetmir and the New Capenna setting belong to Wizards of the Coast! This is just some silly fanwork. That said, enjoy!

'So spread your wiiiiings~
And be an Angel. For me!~'
Kitt Kanto, the brightest songbird in New Capena, took a bow as the final crescendo from the brass band gave way to the crowd! Cheers, whistles, and applause filled the air! Kitt panted softly as she bowed, taking in the kind of adoration she'd always dreamed of. 
However, right now, after two encores, the only thing she wanted was to get off stage and out of sight.
"Kitt Kanto, ladies and gents!" The club's host stepped out on stage, leading another round of cheers. 
For a brief, terrifying moment, Kitt was worried they'd call for another encore. But, mercifully, he simply smiled and gestured for her to take her leave. With another bow, she did just that, waving to the crowd as she sauntered off stage. 
squish, squish
The leonin's fur stood up on end as she felt the unpleasant warmth squishing up against her backside but she forced her smile to stay in place until she was out of sight.
 Once she was behind the curtain, she glanced back, letting out a sigh of relief. She was wearing her favorite outfit for performing. A bright green gown with gold inlays and patters. But more importantly, a long white feather boa that she had slung over her shoulders and down her back, covering up the slight but noticable bulge around her waist. 
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"You'll need it," The manager, an elf in a red gown who's name Kitt still didn't know, warned as Kitt gaped at what was sitting on her vanity.
"You can't be serious! That's... this is-"
"If you don't want it, just toss it," Red Gown said with a shrug, "But you're scheduled for at least eight songs. And the crowd is expecting them all without interruption."
Kitt's slack-jawed expression turned towards the elf, "E-Eight? Without a break?"
"Without a break," Red Gown echoed, "The folks out there paid big to see you. And I've seen the magic you weave when you get going. You could probably do twelve if you had to before your voice even started getting tired. The rest of you though..."
She trailed off, gesturing down at the offending item. Kitt looked back and forth between them a few times, letting out a sigh and lowering her head in defeat. She'd made it. She was the star. She couldn't let the crowd down so soon after getting there.
Kitt reached down and picked it up, feeling just how thick it was in her paws, "Just in case?"
"Sure. Just in case."
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squish-squish-squish  
Kitt shuddered again as she turned back and tried to hurry back to her dressing room. Unfortunately, moving faster just made it worse.
"Just in case, my tail."
There was something surreal about her situation. Tonight was her first night headlining a club. Her name was on the signs outside. She was being advertised like the big ticket celebrity. The people were coming to see her, with all the other acts either regulars there to warm the crowd up before her or first timers coming after, hoping for their big break. It was her night!
Yet, here she was, walking through the backstage with... this, under her gorgeous dress! 
Her ears went flat against her head as she finally reached her dressing room and hurried inside, locking the door behind her. Her legs were shaking now, partly from what was between them, and partly from being on stage so long!
"Can't say the folks didn't get their money's worth," Kitt muttered to herself, letting out a deep breath as she hung her boa on it's hook and started slipping out of her gown.
"Lovely as always, sister."
Kitt yeowled, nearly hitting the ceiling as she jumped in shock. She felt her cheeks flushing under her fur as her guest had a good laugh at her reaction.
"Hahaha! Hello to you too," Boss Jetmir beamed from the couch, taking a sip from the glass in his hand, "Not happy to see me?"
"N-No, that's not it! I just..." Kitt trailed off, composing herself. She smoothed her hair and fur down, putting on her winning smile and hoping he wouldn't be long, "You caught me off guard is all, boss. I didn't think anyone would be in here."
"How could I miss a chance like this?" Jetmir said as he got up to his feet. Running a paw through his hair, his claw scratching against one of his horns, he stepped over to her. Kitt fought the urge to step back. The broad leonin cut an imposing figure to be sure, even without the knowledge that the cat-demon was the big boss of the Cabaretti, "To see the newest, brightest star after her first big show and bask in her glory!"
He spread his arms dramatically before reaching up, gently cupping her chin in his paw. Kitt swallowed as his mismatched eyes looked down into hers. She felt a shiver go down her smile, a lump form in her throat and-
'Oh crap!' 
Kitt's eyes went wide, feeling a telltale pressure hitting her. Her paws moved to her front, pressing up against her stomach and cursing herself for having so many snacks before going on stage. 
'It's okay. It's okay,' she told herself, her smile becoming strained as Jetmir's seemed to grow wider, 'Just have to get him out of here, get this thing off and-'
"You held out till your sixth number, impressive."
Kitt felt the blood drain from her face, as Jetmir relased her chin, giving her cheek a couple of affectionate pats.
"Y-You... you kn-"
"Of course I knew!" He said with a laugh, "It was my idea! I wanted to see how you'd handle it. Gotta say... doing those high steps did a great job hiding it. No one else had any idea!"
"B-But..." Kitt stammered, deeply wishing for nothing more than to find a hole to bury herself in, "With all due respect Boss I-"
"Let's see it."
Kitt froze. Did he just say that? Did he really just...
"B-Boss? I mean... Boss Jetmir I-"
"Go on," Jetmir cut her off. His smile was there but his voice made it clear. This wasn't a request.
Shivering under the cat demon's gaze, Kitt turned around and began to lift up the back of her gown. Jetmir leaned to the side, grinning as the shame Kitt was so desperate to keep hidden was exposed.
The diaper she'd been provided was more than just cloth. The padding was layered with magics to create a seal to prevent leaks, and to conceal the smells. Kitt had barely registered what that meant when Red Gown explained but when she finally lost the battle against her bladder and bowels on stage, she deeply appreciated both features. The pins holding it up around her waist were also solid gold, though that was a small comfort for-
SQUIIIISH
"MRREEOW!" 
Kitt nearly jumped out of the gown as Jetmir's massive paw pressed up against the seat of the diaper, the loaded, sagging seat that was mushing and squishing against her rear since her rendition of  'On Wheels Aglow.' The embroidered Cabaretti emblem on the seat was stretched out into an oval shape thanks to just how much she'd put it to use.
"B-Boss! What are-"
"Shhh, settle down now, kitten," Jetmir snickered, cutting Kitt off again, this time by pushing something into her mouth. Her blush became almost visible through her fur as the pacifier's gold mouth guard pressed against her lips, held there by the boss's finger, "You had a long night. So now, you get to take a load off. Well... more than you already have!" 
Kitt mewled as Jetmir bellowed out another laugh and clapped his hands. Her dressing room door was unlocked from outside, and a pair of maids stepped inside, a human and another leonin. Kitt let out a muffled whine as the human stepped over and lifted her gown off of her, leaving her in nothing but her bra and messy diaper. The leonin, meanwhile, stepped across the room and pulled at what Kitt thought was a large painting and folded it down into a table, snapping it back into the wall. 
"Go on now ladies," Jetmir said, leering at Kitt as he refilled his glass and retook his seat on the couch, "Our little star is owed some proper pampering, hahaha!"
Kitt didn't resist as she was led to the changing table and helped up. Part of her was at least grateful that she was getting out of the diaper like she wanted. But the sight of the human maid pulling another one out of her satchel told her that her night wasn't over yet.
Jetmir smirked and sipped his drink as he watched Kitt get her diaper changed, "Be a good girl now. You've got a bright future head of you! I'd hate to think I gave a naughty little brat a chance like this."
The message was clear. Kitt sniffed softly but kept still as she was cleaned and changed. She owed Boss Jetmir her career. She scolded herself as her new diaper was laid out under her waiting bottom. One job for a career. She should have known that was too easy. Besides...
Her thoughts driffed back to the crowd. The cheers, the applause, the sheer adoration she felt on that stage. As the diaper was wrapped up around her waist and locked with fresh pins, she could only think to herself...
'Yeah. This is worth it.'