"Heya! It's ya boys! Mitch and Derek!" The stoat and the ferret leaned against each other, making sure they were both in the camera frame. "Recording some urbex inside the spooky abandoned Muffy Muffet playpark!"

"I've never heard of this place. It looks spooky!" Derek pointed to the worn-down sign, with most of the letters fallen off.

"I'm not surprised! It was abandoned something like twenty years ago, almost? Dunno, I'd need to look it up. Besides, I think the character was only popular in the local county. Had her own show on public access, that kind of thing. But I never met anyone else who had heard of her."

Derek peered at the sign again, trying to make out the scratched, stained character. "What was she, some kind of sheep?" 

"Uh, cow, I think." Mitch scratched his chin. "I remember her being kinda a big plush figure with a huge diaper on. 

"Wait, what? You sure you didn't dream up that part while you were high?"

"Nah, trust me." Mitch went up to the locked fence. "You'll see when we're inside!"

The whole place was locked up tight, but that was nothing that some good bolt-cutters couldn't solve. The amateur mystery duo explored through the mouldering ruins, giving appropriately hammed up reactions to the old posters and torn wallpaper. It was when they got to the old backstage area that Mitch got really excited.

"Oh shit! All the old props are here!" The stat rummaged through the box of decaying props. "There's Mrs. Cupcake! And the Bow-Basher! And Iggy and Twiggy's hats!"

"Dude, I'm amazed you can remember all that." Derek looked around the rest of the space, pulling open a curtain. "Wait, what's this."

"No fucking way!" Mitch jumped up, visibly excited. "This is it, this is her! There's the headpiece and the plush suit. That heifer pattern... It's just like I remember it!"

"You weren't kidding about the diaper." Derek nervously poked the suit in its plush, padded rear. "It looks huge! Guess they didn't need to worry about the udder or the big butt of a milf cow if they padded up hr enough."

They both moved closer to examine the suit, brushing it in their paws. "Wow... this feels new."  Mitch brushed his paws over the pristine cotton padding inside. "Did they use some crazy preservatives on it, or something?"

"I dunno, but it feels really soft and cushiony." Derek gave the insides a squeeze. "I bet it was super comfy to wear."

"...[i]Oh it was[/i]..." The whisper came out of nowhere, just as the arm of the suit lunged forward. "...[i]try it  for yourself![/i]"

Mitch was knocked back, falling onto the floor as the plush mitt grabbed Derek. The ferret struggled, whimpering with fear as he was gripped by the two strong, arms of the suit. They turned him around, then pulled him into the padding. His legs were forced onto the suit's huge feet, the plush legs tightening around him. 

Derek tried to scream, but a strap on the chest pulled tight across, squeezing the breath out of him.

"[i]Hush now, little one[/i]." The head of the suit turned on its perch, facing the panicking ferret. "Don't you feel so comfy and snug?" 

The empty head moved and talked, the bovine eyes staring deeply into the ferret's. Derek's struggles slowly stopped as he stared, open mouthed, into the mascot's deep, brown eyes. He gave a little whimper as a wet patch grew at the front of his trousers, soaking into the padding that made up the cow's diaper-front. 

"Not to worry, little one." The cow cooed gently to him. "You don't need to think about your pee-pees and poopies every again. Poor thing. You were clearly potty trained far too soon."

There was the sound of a zipper pulling up. The chest pulled itself tight, wrapping Derek up to the neck in the snug cow costume. His eyes were glazed and swirling as the huge plush paws reached up to grab the head of the suit. 

"That's a good, soggy boy. You want to put me on, don't you? Let me take [i]proper[/i] care of you..."

Mitch could only stare at Derek's blissed-out grin as he lowered the bovine head over his own. As soon as it touched the body, the seam around the neck faded away, leaving the completed, plump cow costume. 

She straightened up and stretched, touching the zipper on her belly and pulling the whole thing off, leaving nothing but whole padding. 

"We won't be needing that anymore." She patted her stomach with a smile. "He'll be so much happier learning to be me."

She turned to look at the trembling stoat. Mitch stiffened, lost in a mix of fear and nostalgia. This situation was horrifying, but she was [i]exactly[/i] how he remembered her. 

"Oh my goodness, is that you, Mitchy? It's been an age since you last came to one of my shows! And I remember when you had your birthday party here." She knelt down and patted him on the head. "You've grown so big! I see you still can't get the hang of potty training, though."

Mitch looked down, seeing the puddle spreading between his legs. Terror and confusion had robbed him of his bladder control.

"Not to worry! I can put you right back into a soft, comfy diaper." He felt himself grabbed by warm, soft arms, held tight against the soft plush exterior. "I'm so happy you found me again!"

Mitch wanted to resist, to struggle away, but the faint scents of baby powder, and of his accident, had triggered some primal nostalgia. He was right back to a time, so many years ago, when she'd hugged him just like this. His pants had been wet too, and he'd felt the warmth of her yellowed padding against him.

Just like back then, he looked up into her eyes, going deeper, and deeper, and deeper. All his worries and cares were fading away, snuggled into insignificance by his friend, Muffy. 

He hugged her back, squeezing his face against her soft padding.

"Aw, I'm so happy that Mitchy remember's me!" She hugged him tight, patting his back and his butt. "Do you remember the little song we had, the one when your tummy was grumbly?"

Mitch giggled. For some reason the song was right at the forefront of his memory. 

"Wiggle, wiggle, drop!" He sang out, waving his butt.

"Wiggle, wiggle, squat!" She followed up, dropping and spreading her legs to show off her suit's padded bottom. 

"Wiggle, wiggle, lift!" Mitch was smiling broadly as he lifted his tail in time with Muffy. Excitement and pressure tingled in the base of his stomach. 

"Wiggle, wiggle, push!" He and Muffy sang out together. 

Mitch shut his eyes gleefully as he pushed on his bottom. All adult hang-ups were forgotten as his tailhole spread open. His tongue blepped out of his mouth as his underwear bulged with smelly muck, spreading all around his seat. It gave him such funny tingles to poop his pants on purpose!

Inside Muffy, the padded interior of the suit squeezed down on Derek's bowels. The ferret grunted in his permanent daze, his body squeezed from the middle down like a tube of toothpaste. With no thoughts to hold him back, he simply pushed.

The fudgy filling, far more than Muffy had expected, filled up the rear of his pants. The sag was substantial enough to show up on the exterior of the Muffy suit.

"Phew! I definitely needed to make a big poopy! It's been years since I've had the chance." She squeezed her big diaper-bulge theatrically, giving a grin back to her single audience member. "Looks like you made a nice big present too! Well done!"

Mitch laughed and clapped his hands, buzzing from the praise for being a silly stinker. "Dida biggeh poopy! Forgot my diapee..." He burbled, his thoughts becoming simple and colourful. 

"You did, didn't you!" Muffy giggled. "Not to worry! Let's get you a change in the changing rooms."

She took Mitch by the hand, the two of them starting a stinky waddle down the dark corridors. Though, in Mitch's imagination, the abandoned studio was just as bright and magical as it was to his childhood nostalgia. 

"Then..." Muffy glanced at the phones, dropped and forgotten on the floor. "You can help me make some new episodes! With the help of my biggest little fans, Muffy Muffet is due a reboot!"