Diapered Outlaw (Patreon)

Dusk quickly fell as Jim Hawkins drove his favorite vehicle through the countryside, racing to the Zenith Space Port. He didn't want to delay the launch of the Outlaw Star regardless of the fact that his friends wouldn't leave without him. Still, the last time they held up the operation at the port, there was a hefty fine to pay. The boy looked to his rear view mirror when he heard a piercing siren ring out. The blue and red lights danced in the distance as the police car closed the gap. "S***." Jim muttered as he pulled over his Ehefrau to the side of the road and powered it down. Heavy footsteps approached the Ehefrau as the officer's belt jingles with each step. The officer looked down into the hovercraft and raised an eyebrow. "Son, I'd ask you if you knew why I pulled you over, but that doesn't even matter at this point. You're obviously too young to be driving this, vehicle." Jim looked up at the officer, trying to judge his expression, but the man's eyes were hidden behind pitch black sunglasses. "I don't mean to be rude, Officer, but I don't need a license to drive this vehicle. It's an experimental aircraft and the law on Sentinel III states that minors can pilot experimental vehicles without a license." "That may be the law on Sentinel III, but we aren't on Sentinel III." The man looked at the kid. "I normally know the code book front to back, but this situation is pretty uncommon around these parts. I'll have to look into it and if everything checks out, you'll just get a speeding ticket." Before Jim could respond, the lawman started walking to his patrol car. The boy sat nervously in silence as the lights strobed off of his Ehefrau. He had never gotten a ticket before and did his best to obey the law, unlike Gene. A few minutes later the Sheriff returned holding a pair of hand cuffs. "I have good news and bad news for you. It seems that you're right about the law with experimental vehicles, but you are a fugitive of Justice." Jim's face contorted as if he was hit by a brick. "What?!" "Step out of the vehicle with your hands behind your head and this won't get violent." The officer opened Jim's door. "This has got to be a mistake!" The genius stated as he got out of the Ehefrau. "I've never even gotten a jaywalking ticket." The officer cuffed each of Jim's hands behind his back. "According to the background check I ran on you. You're the son of the infamous Computer Wizard." "Yeah, but I haven't heard from that guy since I was a little kid. In fact I've been on my own for years!" "That may be, but your father recently hacked into the Federal Bank and stole practically half of the reserves kept on record in the database. According to the government, all close relatives are to be incarcerated for accessory to robbery." "Please!" Jim pleaded. "Just let me go!" "I'm afraid I can't do that. I took an oath to uphold the law and if the law says you're a criminal then it would go against everything I stand for." The lawman explained while he escorted the dirty blond haired boy to the cruiser and helped him into the backseat. "I..." Jim couldn't argue with that logic as he possessed a similar ethical code. The cop car passed the Ehefrau one last time as Jim gazed at it through the window. He felt a lone tear fall from his eye. However, he shook his head and tried to think positively. 'Gene could bail me out tonight or tomorrow. I've been in worse situations before.' It was a long drive through a desolate landscape that had gone from fields to mountainous terrain. The boy watched the world go by as he sat in the backseat, still hand cuffed. Judging by how dark it was outside it must be a few hours before midnight. Finally, the car pulled into a small parking lot in front of a massive building that stood out on the plateau. The lawman finally spoke up. "Since you're only eleven years old. The county states that you must serve out your sentence at a juvenile facility." "That doesn't sound so bad." Jim replied, trying to look on the bright side. 'At least it wasn't actual jail or prison.' "From what I have heard, this place specializes in rehabilitation. Don't ask me how they do it, but it's got a hundred percent success rate." The sheriff stated as he opened the squad car's door for the boy. "I guess I should be grateful I'm going here and not to prison." Jim replied. "Someone might argue with that, but this place is probably better for someone like you. You don't seem like the type of person who could survive in a real prison." The Officer explained as he held open the door for Jim. "Yeah." Jim replied. The boy looked around the lobby and noticed it had pristine white tiles on the floor and white walls. Only a few things stood out to him other than that sterile smell that many associated with a hospital. The receptionist certainly captured his attention as the Lawman walked him to the black table she sat behind. "I have another one for you. His name's Jim Hawkins and he's the son of that Wizard guy who hacked the Federal Bank." The tall Sheriff explained and added, "I'm sorry for the late check in, but the file said to skip the typical formalities of a Trail." " I see. So, he'll be released when he turns eighteen." The slim, blond haired receptionist smiled to both of her guests. "I'll be here for seven years?!" Jim couldn't help, but exclaim. "He's really eleven, Sheriff MacArthur?" The blond stood up and examined the blond haired boy. "According to the file he's eleven all right." "Such a short little thing. We'll have to make sure he gets plenty of milk." The blond winked as she walked around to where the child stood. "Well, I trust that you'll be able to handle him. He seemed well mannered enough. Hardly said a peep on the drive up here." The lawman took his leave through the front door. "Good night, Sheriff." The receptionist said as she ruffled Jim's dirty blond hair which elicited a blush from the boy. He was always shy around gorgeous women. "I hate to ask because I feel like I already know the answer, but can I be bailed out by my friend tomorrow?" "Don't be silly, little Jimmy. You're here until you are cured of your criminal behavior." The woman answered as she hit the button on her desk which activated an intercom. "I have a new boy needing to be dressed and put to beddie byes." Jim cringed at being referred to as "Jimmy" and how she talked to him like he was just a little kid or something. However, he held his tongue since he didn't want to annoy anyone on the first day of his sentence. He remembered hearing Gene say that the best way to get through prison was to keep your head down and go unnoticed. Of course Gene had did the exact opposite of that and escaped from one of the toughest prisons in the galaxy. "Hello there, little boy." A new voice broke the genius from his thoughts. He looked up and his jaw nearly hit the floor. An imposing figure towered over him. A Ctarl Ctarl, the most powerful and fiercest alien species that Jim had ever encountered on his travels, met his gaze. She smiled a toothy grin as her ear flicked slightly. One thing he always noticed about the race of catgirl's was that their chests were even more busty then an average terran. The Ctarl Ctarl even gave the ladies in the adult magazines Gene used to leave laying out in the open a run for their money. This particular woman standing in front of him appeared to be more well-endowed than even Aisha Clan Clan. Jim starred at the pair of breasts that surpassed his head in size, tightly held together by her white nurse's outfit.  However, despite the uniform, the nurse still managed to show off a good deal of tanned cleavage. "H-H..Hi!" The boy replied dumbly with a big blush. He averted his eyes downwards out of shyness. The boy took in the rest of her magnificent figure as she started talking about something that seemed to be in that same condescending tone he had heard the receptionist use. He took note of her arms which were beyond toned, featuring rippling muscles which the boy assumed all Ctarl Ctarl possessed. The nurse still managed to seem somewhat feminine in attractiveness despite her arms.  It was clear to Jim that her legs shared a similar strength based on their shape, contained in the same white colored lower body stocking that matched her uniform. "Now that I've explained everything to you, I would like to know if you have any questions for me?" The Catgirl stood for a moment until Jim realized that she had stopped talking. "Yeah, that's cool." He replied trying to look like he wasn't ignoring her. She gave him a silly smile which made him nervous. "Can I get something to drink, please?" "We'll get you some milk after we've gotten you into your new clothes." "I guess that's okay." "Good!" The Ctarl Ctarl happily stated as Jim was lifted off of his feet and placed onto her hip like a toddler. Normally the boy would've protested, but his head was right next to her massive boob. Still, he couldn't help the feeling that maybe he should've listened to what the nurse had been explaining to him while he had been ogling her body. "Good night, little cutie!" The receptionist waved as the nurse carried Jim towards the door which led further into the facility. Jim's face was already on fire from blushing so much, he hoped that once he was dressed he could just go to bed. The nurse carried Jim through a small hallway that branched off going out from main corridor. The hacker took note of this fact in case he needed to escape from this place. Sure the women were gorgeous, but something didn't seem right to the boy about this place. He had always assumed that correctional facilities were tough and rugged, but these ladies kept talking to him like he was a young child. Then again, that's typically how most women saw him as due to his stature and boyish looks. Maybe he was overreacting about the nurse carrying him? Had she merely assumed that he was exhausted from the ordeal of being arrested and incarcerated? Jim was broken from his thoughts as the nurse pushed open a door which led to a fairly innocent looking pediatrician styled office. 'I guess this will be like any other doctor visit.' Jim thought as he looked around. There was a cabinet, an examination table and a weird looking plastic bin big enough to hold himself which sat on another table. "Alright, sweetie. Let's get these big boy clothes off of you." The nurse cooed as she laid Jim onto the padded table and untied his shoes. "Can't I get a little privacy?" The dirty blond haired boy asked while sitting up. "Don't be silly. You've got nothing that I haven't seen before." She said while removing his black shoes and moving on to his dark blue coat. Jim tried to help by lifting his arms up as she pulled his maroon shirt over his head. Next she undid his belt and pulled down his white pants which exposed his light blue boxers. "Do you have to take off my boxers?" Jim asked, but the nurse shushed him and pulled them down. "Now let's weigh you." The Ctarl Ctarl picked the nude boy up and lowered him onto the large baby scale. The digital read out flashed. "Oh my, seventy one pounds." Jim didn't know if that was a compliment or if he was light for his size.  The nurse scooped him up again and laid him back onto the padded table before turning to face the cabinet. "I think we'll start you off with disposable. They're easier to deal with and better for your skin." Jim simply shrugged while the large nurse rummaged around the cabinet, the boy had no clue what she was talking about. As she turned toward to him, Jim noticed she held something in each hand. In her left hand was a small container of talcum power and, in the other, a crinkling white material that had this little cartoon pattern along the edge of it. Suddenly, the hacker began to piece together what was happening. The words "disposable" and "little boy", along with all the cooing, could mean only one thing. She wanted to put him into a diaper. 'A freaking DIAPER!' Jim thought. "Wait a minute!" The nude boy exclaimed from the table. "What's the matter, little boy?" The Catgirl asked as she stepped up to Jim with the offensive garment in her hand. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I need a diaper." The boy argued from the examination table. "I already explained this to you while you were starring at my big boobies." She responded while grabbing his legs with her left hand and pouring baby powder onto his cute bottom. "Explained what to me?" Jim asked in an annoyed tone as she raised his butt up and slid the thick disposable diaper underneath him. "Let me inform you about our program since you didn't listen to me the first time." The Ctarl Ctarl taped Jim into the thick diaper. "The basic idea of the Super Happy Sunshine Juvenile Prison For Boys is that you were raised wrong, and that is why you are here to be rehabilitated." She patted his diaper. "We'll have to start over, and retrain you from the start, as a baby, to fix you." "What?!" The diapered boy exclaimed. "That's what you guys do here?" "That's our mission statement and we have a very high level of success. Either the boys learn to behave or they become drooling infants that we get to raise from scratch. Either way, the goal of removing the criminal element from the child is achieved." The nurse explained as she fitted Jim with custom booties. "But I'm not a criminal!" The boy tried to plead his case. "I'll admit that this is a unique situation, sweetie, but I have to do my job." The Ctarl Ctarl stated as she unbuttoned the top of her uniform, freeing her bra covered breasts. "However, be a good boy for me and this can be a pleasant experience for you." The hacker's eyes became as big as saucers when he saw what she was doing. He remained silent while she took off her bra which caused the massive brown globes to spill forth from the confining white bra. Jim couldn't believe his eyes. The towering Ctarl Ctarl nurse scooped the diaper boy up and brought him to her breasts. He could only let out grunts as he was squished against her breast. Jim couldn't speak, couldn't ask her what she was doing. The dirty blond haired boy refused to suckle her nipple and nudged his head higher, the upper half of his head appearing above her larger mounds to see her overjoyed face. "Mmmppph!" He called out, arms flailing wildly. "Relax and latch onto my nipple." The Catgirl cooed. Jim stopped for a moment. 'Latch onto her nipple?' He thought for a moment. He didn't want to submit to her in such an embarrassing manner. The nurse used her left hand to force the hacker's head to the front of her breast and the boy pulled back from the nipple. This annoyed the nurse. "I'm going to spank you in front of all of the other babies if you don't drink my milk!" Jim felt a sensation of extreme fear wash over him. This woman was almost twice his height.  She stood just over eight feet tall and was also a Ctarl Ctarl. Her strength most likely surpassed Aisha's. Did he really want to endure such punishment? The hacker decided to give in and give the nipple a tentative suck which sent a shiver down the Catgirl's spine. "You found it, little baby." She said softly. The Ctarl Ctarl patted his thickly diapered bottom with her left hand while supporting him and holding him in place. She meant it as a way to encourage him to continue. The hacker blushed and took another suckle from the hard nipple. He was rewarded with a stream of warm milk which gushed into his mouth. Jim tasted the sweetest milk he had ever experienced and renewed his suckling with much fervor. The nurse struggled not to purr as the boy fed from her tit. "That's a good baby. This is how you'll be fed from now on. All the other boys are too big for mommy's boobie milk, but you are just an infant aren't you?" Jim couldn't help, but blush due to what he was doing. Here he was, in a diaper,  sucking the breasts of one of the most attractive women he'd ever met. Sure it was humiliating and not exactly how he wanted things to go, but given the alternative of a spanking, this was preferable. He did notice, after a few sucks, how rich and creamy her breast milk was. It was definitely the best thing he had ever drank in his life. Once, one breast was drained, the nurse switched the blond haired diaper boy to the other with a crinkle. He greedily began sucking once more with renewed vigor. Jim wanted to drink as much milk as she could produce. The boy was starting to feel bloated and it was at that moment he felt his crocth warming. For whatever reason, the normal function of his bladder ceased to warn him of its fullness and it emptied itself into the thirsty pamper which turned yellow. "Too bad I just changed you. You're going to have to get used to that wet diaper. Oh yes, you are!" The Catgirl cooed as she plucked Jim's mouth from her nipple with a "pop" sound. At that precise moment, the diaper boy's haze had cleared and he could focus better. The milk seemed to have many properties other than numbing his bladder. One such side effect was dulling his mind to a slower paced rhythm. While he was sucking her boobs, he could barely register that his diaper became soaked. This thought scared him somewhat. The hacker was broken from his thoughts as the nurse carried him from her office and into a massive room filled with boys dressed like himself.They looked to range from around eight years old to the oldest being twenty years old. The older guys were wearing sleepers and footie pajamas in various shades of primary pastel colors, some teens were wearing overalls and then there were quite a few, regardless of age wearing onesies. Then there were the poor saps, like himself, who only had on their thick disposable diapers with nothing covering them up. They were not afforded a tiny grain of modesty like the others were. Even though the rest were clothed in some manner, the huge diaper bulge each boy had under their outfits proved that they were indeed wearing a thick diaper.   The nurse carried Jim over to an area occupied by a group of diaper boys who looked to be around eight years old to thirteen. He found himself being lowered down onto the carpet which felt soft. It was strange to the hacker, to have absolutely no clothing on except for a disposable diaper while sitting on such a pillowezque surface.   "Have fun with your little friends, baby Jimmy" The nurse cooed and made her way over to a row of high chairs where another nurse was feeding an older boy wearing a red romper. Jim watched as his nurse walked up to a tall and lanky boy sitting in the high chair, in just a big white diaper. His face, hands and arms were smeared with purple baby goop. Only his chest, covered by a bib, was fairly clean, but the bib itself was practically coated in the repulsive prune based baby food. "Steven! My goodness, you made a mess!" The nurse announced more for her coworker's benefit than the skinny teen. She looked at the other nurse, waiting for a response, while Steven sat cocking his head from side to side as he babbled to himself. "What did you expect, Azusa?" The other Ctarl-Ctarl replied before adding. "You took way too long with the new baby and I can't feed two brats at once you know." "I'll clean up little Steven, but baby Jimmy is a special case. Do you realize that the poor thing is not even five foot tall and he's almost a teenager?" Azusa stated, putting the question out there while Steven drummed the heels of his feet onto the footrest of his baby blue high chair. "That's a shame. Did you give him some boobie milk?" The other nurse asked with a smirk. "Of course. The boy needs his calcium and look at what it has done for Steven." Azusa gestured to the boy she had just wiped clean. "He came in here five years ago and was just a shrimp like Jimmy, but now he's one of the tallest babies here." The Ctarl-Ctarl proclaimed to her fellow catgirl. The dirty blond haired lad decided to ignore the embarassing conversation and instead study his surroundings. The hacker could tell that only a few of the boys around him were still aware of their surroundings. They all had a similar demeanor as Steven except for one boy who had a glint of intelligence in his eyes that was betrayed by the pacifier in his mouth and thick diaper he worse. Jim assumed that the pacifier was probably forced upon the kid since, unlike the rest of the preteens in Jim's area, he could probably speak normally. Jim decided to wait until the boy either took out his pacifier or crawled over to him of his own volition. Actually, now that the hacker thought about it, every person in this room, except for the nurses, crawled. This concept startled him and he knew that he had to test it. Slowly, Jim got to his feet which were encased in the thick booties. He waddled one step forward and then another. 'Yes! I can walk!' However, Azusa noticed this and clicked a button on her sleeve that sent a sharp electric impulse to Jim's legs that rendered them limp. The hacker immediately fell to the soft carpet. "Bad baby!" The nurse called out to him while carrying a drooling Steven on her hip. Jim fought every impulse to cry. He couldn't show weakness and resolved himself to be as strong as he could. Just as the pain started to subside, the hacker heard a swishing and crinkly sound approach him. He turned to face the source of the noise and discovered that it was the bowl haired binky boy. The raven haired boy rapidly sucked the blue soother before pulling it out and quickly asking. "You okay?" Before Jim could even blink, the pacifier was plunked back into the bowl haired kid's mouth. "Yeah, I'm fine now. That shock really hurts." The hacker explained as he watched the boy begin to fiercely suck the binky once again. "That's good. Don't walk or talk much." The kid said as fast as he could before he went back to feverishly sucking the binky. "What's with the pacifier?" Jim couldn't help, but ask. An increasingly fast symphony of suckling was the reply. However, just when Jim was about to give up and crawl away, the binky boy answered him. "I have to suck on this thing fifteen times a minute or I get zapped." The boy frantically explained and then went back to a more subdued pace with the pacifier. "That's horrible. Why would they do that to you?" "Because, I talked to much!" The short boy looked around nervously. It dawned on the diapered hacker that the majority of the other prisoners spoke in gibberish or baby babble, but this kid in front of him was an exception. Jim wanted to asked him so many questions, but knew that it'd be practically impossible. The binky boy had already been able to warn him about walking and now talking to much was also a hazard for which he'd be punished for doing. "One last question. Why are you here?" "Littering." The two boys looked at one another knowingly before the bowl haired binky boy crawled away. 'Alone again' the hacker thought slightly depressed. Still, Jim returned to watching his surroundings and was able to learn a great deal about how things worked here. The group of boys that surrounded Jim were all close in age and behaved very much like babies save for binky boy. A kid who looked about eight years old shook a rattle and occasionally giggled at the toy. Close by Jim, a twelve year old laid on his back, trying to suck his toes while wearing a deeply discolored diaper. Next to the dirty diapered red head laid a ten year old that sucked on a bottle of formula while on his back. The others all entertained themselves in much the same fashion and only wore diapers. Across the room was a group of teens that had on onesies, footie pajamas or rompers. This was not the only distinction from his own group. They also were able to play with more mature toys. For instance a fifteen year old, dressed in a yellow onesie, happily mimicked a see and say toy. Close by him another teen stacked blocks up to from the floor while in a blue romper which did nothing to hide his bulky diaper. The rest played with other gizmos and didn't have their diapers on display. Then Jim turned his attention to the oldest guys in the room. About four of them were being read a story by one of the nurses he hadn't seen yet. Each boy listened intently to every word and looked to be mesmerized by the childish pop up book when it was displayed to them. They all wore overalls or shorts and an infantile shirt. Near by, an eighteen year old was fast asleep on the floor, a smile on his face as drooled, he probably passed out during the story. This group was unique in many ways since the other groups weren't very aware of what was going on, but these guys actually responded to questions asked to them about the story and weren't punished for it. One thing was certain, every group was expected to wear diapers. This was confirmed by the hacker as he witnessed a whole group of boys laying down on the changing tables with Azusa, and her coworker, standing over them. A nineteen year old laid next to a fourteen year old while the Ctarl-Ctarl had a friendly race to see who could change their baby the fastest. The thought made Jim sick to his stomach as he realized that  their diapers were expected to be used and be changed, regardless of which group they belonged to. Jim shuddered as he came to the conclusion that he too would soon have to use his diaper for more than just urination as his stomach grumbled ominously. The diapered blond thought quickly and was rewarded with an epiphany; he had to make a diversion to escape. After all, there were only three nurses and at least forty boys in here. Surveying the nursery didn't exactly give him any inspiration as to how to create a good distraction. Then it came to the boy, he had to get a few of the boys to cry and maybe that would create a chain reaction. Jim looked at the bowl haired kid and waited for him to make eye contact. After a few moments, Jim quickly crawled to him and whispered to him. "Hey, can you start crying as loud as you can?" The binky sucking boy raised and eyebrow and shrugged. His eyes said it all. 'Why?' "Trust me". Jim replied. The raven haired boy spat out his pacifier and started to get shocked and his body was enveloped by immense pain. The next thing Jim knew, the kid was screaming his head off which scared a few of the infant minded boys in Jim's group. They too responded with screaming and crying. Even though Azusa was able to calm down binky boy, the others had only inspired every baby brained boy in the room, including even the eldest, to cry. All the nurses were running around, trying to soothe each boy, as the hacker quickly crawled to the door he came in from. However, once he stood up to grab the doorknob, he felt compelled to squat like a toddler. His diaper grew very heavy and saturated by the mess that escaped from his bottom. The feeling of the muck, trapped by his diaper, caused the poor hacker to lose control. Everything seemed fuzzy and an extreme feeling of disorientation overwhelmed his mind. Jim tried hard to focus, to focus on anything except the heavy load in his pamper. However, it was just too much for his mind to conceive the fact that he used his diaper. 'I crapped myself.' That was his last coherent thought which caused his ego to shatter and everything else went blank as he started to cry his eyes out. Azusa picked him up and brought him to the changing table. "Poor widdle boy. My boobie milk always has that effect on you humans." The Ctarl Ctarl cooed down at Jim and patted his very full diaper. The catgirl nurse untaped the dirty disposable and wiped him with multiple cold wipes which caused the hacker to squirm as his bottom and privates were cleaned. Azusa expertly powdered and fastened him into a fresh night time disposable which was even bigger than the original diaper. "Time for your nap, little baby." Azusa cooed as Jim and a few of the other boys were laid into a communal crib. The Binky Boy laid across from the blond haired hacker and stared at him until the nurse left the room. "Hey. Anyone home?" The bowl haired boy asked. However, Jim couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a reply. He merely drooled and looked at the raven haired pacifier sucker with unintelligible eyes. "S***. They got another one." ------------------------ A month later--------------------------- Gene waited patiently in the lobby of the Super Happy Sunshine Juvenile Prison For Boys while the receptionist checked to ensure that he was allowed to claim his friend. It was quite a search, but once he located where Jim was imprisoned, the outlaw had managed to pull some strings through his buddy, Fred Luo, who in turn used his contacts in the government, to get Jim a pardon. Neither man wanted the poor boy to waste away in prison. "Mr. Starwind?" The receptionist called out to the outlaw. "Yeah?" "Everything is in order. You may retrieve your friend now." "Thanks." Gene thought it was strange that he was allowed to enter the facility, but as soon as he walked through the hall and entered the main nursery, he realized that this was no ordinary prison. He looked around the room for his blond haired buddy. After scanning the nursery's prisoners, he noticed that a kid had the same hair style as Jim. The boy sat with his back to him on the other side of the room. Gene saw that the boy was playing with something and wore only a diaper like a few of the others. The outlaw took a few steps toward the clueless hacker while smelling an overpowering stench. Gene ignored it and stood right behind Jim. "Hey Jim, I'm really sorry for the wait, but you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find you." Gene waited for a response, but didn't recieve any. However, he did hear a strange, almost rhythmic suckling sound, as he leaned forward to shake Jim's shoulder. The hacker didn't budge and Gene walked around to face the boy and was shocked by what he saw. A red pacifier bobbed from Jim's mouth as a string of drool flowed from his mouth and onto his chest. Gene studied the boy closely and realized that the once bright eyed and brilliant child genius had a listless and dull gaze. On top of that revelation, the diaper the blond haired hacker wore was yellowed and very dirty. "Is this some kind of sick joke?!" Gene exclaimed which caused Azusa to approach him. "No sir. Our program is not a joking matter. If little Jimmy here was given a few more years to serve out his sentence then he'd be potty trained for you, but we can't just do that overnight." The nurse explained to the outlaw. Gene sighed. "I guess I was too late." The outlaw lamented while scooping up his former business partner. Jim hung on Gene's hip while the outlaw looked down at him. "Let's get you home. Maybe Melfina and Aisha can potty train you, but first they'll have to change that diaper." "Goodbye cutie!" Azusa waved to her charge and the outlaw as the duo left the nursery.