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Pike - The Kitchen

As the kitchen sprawled out before Pike, he stared at the cookies on the wire rack, still steaming in the cool room. Cookies didn't just magically appear; these were fresh enough to steam. There had to be... someone else here? Pike cringed at the thought, nervously shuffling closer. "They do smell pretty good," the skunk thought to himself. He could now confirm the two facts he knew with the cookies in front of them. There were chocolate chip cookies; they were hot, and only one mystery remained. "I'm sure the mystery baker won't mind one going missing!" Pike said enthusiastically as he picked up one of them, the cookie limp in his paw.

"Down the hatch," he said cheerily before taking half the cookie in one bite. His eyes began to water immediately, the rich chocolate spilling over his tongue, the crummy batter melting away into buttery sweetness. "This is the best cookie I have ever had!" Pike exclaimed to the room as he reached out for another, and another, and another! Pike couldn't stop himself; they were so good, and it was verging on obsession. When he finally snapped to his senses, the whole rack was empty. "Oooooooh shit," he said, growing self-conscious about his feast. Looking around, he saw nobody else there; he was alone.

"Damn... I know I shouldn't, but I wish there was more." Pike said aloud as he began looking around the kitchen. He extended a paw, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven. He found a bunch of mixing bowls and spatulas in one of the sinks. "Hmm, I guess it would be nice if I helped out a bit; I did kinda eat everything they had... didn't I?" the thought flooded into Pike's mind. Had he eaten them all? Could there be more? He was drawn to the food like a craven beast; if more lurked somewhere in the kitchen, he had to have them.

In a flurry of movement, the chubby skunk began bouncing around the kitchen; every drawer, cabinet, cupboard and shelf was checked. Sure enough, Pike found more, much, much more. Sure, there were chocolate chip cookies, but there were cupcakes, puddings, doughnuts, and lady fingers. The choices seemed endless. However, what was strange was a lack of savoury meals, dairy, or anything that wasn't sweet! "Huh, that doesn't seem right for a mansion kitchen..." Pike pondered as he kept digging around. "I could go for a glass of milk to pair with this." Then he saw a giant cupboard marked 'meals ready to eat .'"Ahah, there's the savoury stuff!" Pike said with a smirk, opening the cabinet to inspect. What he found was odd. Jars labelled with various meals and ingredients were filled with coloured pastes and gels. "Huh, who purees all their meals? That doesn't sound very gourmet or 'lux. I mean, look at the size of this place; you'd think they'd be ready to serve a small army..." Pike said in astonishment.

"I do," came a bass-laden voice.

Pike whirled on his feet, his fear of the mansion returning in an avalanche of adrenaline. He screamed in shock as the owner of the voice closed on him with a wet 'shlurp' sound. Pike turned to run, scrambling along the cabinetry and bouncing off appliances. He tripped and stumbled, his hand lashing out to grab the handle of an oven door, just barely missing the potential handhold and crashing to the ground.

The prominent figure was on him in moments, huge paws gripping his waist to hold him as multiple slimy tentacles began to slither up his body. "Hey, no, let me go, get those off of me!" he shouted in the face of the creature. His eyes were so frantic he couldn't truly focus on what he was looking at.

"I don't think so, little kit; you seem to adore my treats, so why don't you spend some time with me and try MORE." The creature says, his face closing on the skunk. Pike's eyes finally focused enough to reveal his assailant. Stood before him was a large bear, his fur a tan colour aside from a strip of shock green that ran down from his head. He was well built, with a solid physique that travelled from his shoulders down to... his tentacles. The bear's lower half was a roiling mass of the things, many of which were still working to restrain the skunk. "You look like a hungry one little kit, a quality I adore."

"Let me go," Pike stammered as the tentacles tightened around his body and limbs. He felt himself lifted from the floor and cradled in the creature's appendages as they moved across the tile floor.

"No can do, little one. For over 100 years, I have been cooking in this kitchen. Perfecting recipe after recipe, or so I think. We had many ghoul servants to support us for many of those years. They tried all my dishes, giving me their best feedback. However, my testing was flawed. You see, the ghouls lack a digestive system, and the fools would consume garbage if directed, so who knows how truthful they were." the octobear spoke tersely as he arrived back where Pike had eaten the original batch of cookies. "So now, you will validate my work. Each and every bite of it." the octobear growled.

Pike suddenly spun around, the room a dizzying blur of colour before his bum landed on something firm and yet soft. He felt his ankles restrained to wooden posts, his arms lashed to wooden armrests. His neck was enclosed within a thick collar, and extending from the back was a chain that disappeared into the back of the chair he was resting in. Was it an elevated chair? Like a high chair!? "What the hell, let me out!" Pike cried, tears forming in his eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"No, you only stole my cookies. I worked so hard one, then tried to loot the rest of my kitchen, so now you're going to pay the price," the octobear says, a tentacle worming its way up towards Pike's mouth. "Open wide, little kit," it spoke as the tentacle tugged Pike's cheek, pulling his mouth open.

"Ahhh stahp" Pike said, his mouth pulled wide as the octobear's immense hand closed on his mouth. Was he holding a spoon full of green slime? "Wahs Thaa?" Pike mumbles, breaking out into a sweat.

"Garlic, Green Beans, and Kale—everything a growing stinker like you needs," the octobear taunts as the spoon crosses Pike's mouth. Now, I expect a clean spoon." The tentacle holding Pike's mouth open is released, and reflexively, his lips close on the spoon. Seeing the reaction, the octobear immediately pulls the spoon back. " Clean as a whistle," he chuckles.

For Pike, things could have gone better. While the ingredients may have been healthy, the taste was so off-balance that it was wretched. His eyes watered with the intense flavour. He moved to spit the substance out, only to find the octobear's palm covering his mouth.

"Ah ah ah," he said, "you wouldn't want to waste my precious treats, would you?" The octobears eyes shone with an unrelenting intensity. "Now Swallow"

Pike had no choice; he steeled himself and pushed the food down his throat. He felt the slime wriggle its way down until it rested in his belly. His belly didn't overly like that. A loud gurgle filled the room, emanating from the chubby skunk's belly. He winced in discomfort, staring at the octobear. His mind raced, but he felt like he was thinking slowly. He needed something; he didn't want to mess up his pants. That would be wrong.

Seeing Pike thinking hard, the octobear smirked, "I have just the thing; leave everything to me." Several tentacles rose up from around the chair. They slithered around Pike, unfastening his belt and pulling away his pants. Next, his undergarments were tossed aside, which set Pike into a deep blush. Suddenly, he felt himself lifted up, and something crinkly lay on the base of the chair below him. Soon, a rainbow diaper was taped around his waist, and the octobear used his paws to test and ensure it fits properly. "That's perfect on you, little kit."

Pike looked on. He couldn't really argue that it suited him. After all, his tummy was upset, and this would serve him well when he decided to let it out because he would decide, right? He was a big boy, a grown-up who had control over all of his functions and thoughts. He just liked his cushy diapers.

"More to come, little kit, open wide." the octobear said with a smile. More food was funnelled into the skunk's mouth and down his throat. The same effect, a growling tummy, a mental distance. Soon enough, the cycle broke when a loud 'blort' and a 'scratch' was followed by a rustling crinkle. Pike whined loudly as he realized what he had done.

"I... I... Why did I? Is it ok?" Pike asked, his words slurred, his voice softer. The expression on his face slackened as he looked around the room. Where was he, and who was this hybrid bearman feeding him food? Why did it taste so bad? Why does it make him feel so good?

The feedings continued. More flavours of savoury puree were forced into Pike's mouth for a little while anyway. The feeling was addictive to Pike. Each bite made him feel fantastic. So cozy, so comfy. So, after a while, he didn't resist. He wanted more. The chubby skunk downed bite after bite, packing his pants and sogging them to the extreme. After 5 jars of the stuff had passed through him, Pike looked gone. His mouth slack, drool dripping on a Little Kit bib now fastened around his neck. All the food had stolen his mind, and there was no chance of returning it.

"I'm Glad to see my formulations genuinely work this well. Your little mind is all but cooked my kit," the octobear said, wiping away a bit of drool and food from Pikes's cheek. The skunk responded by trying to like his thumb, which made the octobear chuckle. Now, it's about time for me to start working on the next batch. Let's get you settled in for a comfy nap, then, my little stinker. "

Pike was lifted gingerly from the chair and placed on one of the nearby counters. The tentacles did their trick again, stripping away the well-used layer of padding that had embraced him during his feeding session. They worked the octobear stood over him, stroking his head gently and wiping the thin layer of mess from his face. Once he was repadded, it was time for some new accessories. Locking boots and mitts encased his feet while the rest of his body was enrobed in a thick waddle onesie. His mouth was Pacigagged, a unique device with a feeding tube passing through it for later. "That way, you can eat your meals directly," the octobear said, picking him up and moving him into a nearby oversized bassinet. "Now I need to get back to cooking so you stay still; no fussing, little kit," the bear cooed as he bopped Pike on the nose.

Pike wiggled a bit, but so much of him was gone. He knew with what little was left that he wouldn't be the same even if he escaped. But honestly, he wasn't even sure he should. This became a second home for the skunk, where he felt safe. The octobear tickled and caressed him with his tentacles as he continued cooking. They were beautiful, warm, tender, and caring. They prodded his diaper repeatedly, checking for fresh gifts to unwrap. He blushed deeply. The creature had come to own him so quickly. How could he possibly leave?