(Part 11)

Alby woke up slowly and subtly, much differently than she was accustomed to. There was no loud alarm clock to rip her out of unconsciousness. No aching muscles or pounding headache from a night of drinking to drum her out of a dreamless void. No tossing and turning in bed with restless anxiety until the energy couldn’t be contained anymore.

Waking up here was gentle. Like falling asleep in reverse. First, she was aware that she wasn’t dreaming anymore; the dreams themselves dissolving into the back of her mind in the same way that real memories were sidelined soon after her eyes closed. Then, she realized how comfortable she was, wrapped up in a coon of warmth and softness. The mattress supported her weight and cradled her ever so slightly. Her arms were wrapped tight around something fluffy and plush; an extra pillow perhaps.

She took a long moment to just lie there and appreciate the provided sensations. The little doberman rolled over, the involuntary sounds coming out of her muzzle an acknowledgement that she was more conscious than not. Something was in her, comfortably resting between her front teeth. Her tongue flicked it, pressing up against the bottom, which made it press up pleasingly against the roof of her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked together to test the thing, her mouth enjoying the light exercise and her mind not awake enough to realize what it was.

She wasn’t actively trying to go back to sleep; her eyelids hadn’t even opened up. She was merely trying to give herself the opportunity to go back to dreamland should her body require it. To lounge in the comfortable softness all around her. Having that freedom, that choice to go back to sleep, was almost nicer than sleeping itself.

So Alby laid there, not fully asleep but simply dozing, a kind of a half-awake meditation, taking deep breaths and just being for a while. As relaxing as it all was, however, one muscle couldn’t fully relax. A resolute sigh puffed out from her nostrils, and she finally opened her eyes to the crib bars keeping her safe.

Correction: There were only bars on three sides. As promised, Daddy left the fourth rail down.

Still laying down, she blinked once or twice and pawed bits of sleep sand out of her eyes to clear them up. Mittened fingers grazed over the shield of the pacifier on the way back to her chest, and behind the shield a trace of a sleepy smile started to show. Daddy must have left that for her. She picked her head up and examined the cozy bundle in her arms, an extra pillow she’d instinctively cuddled lacking the body pillow she kept at home.

Even better!

After the awful nightmare last night, Daddy had left a unicorn plushie! It was pure white at its legs but up along its back and all the way up to the head soft blues, pinks, and purples faded in like the aurora borealis all the way up to the gold and silver sequined horn. That’s why the rest of Alby’s dreams had been so cotton candy sweet! How could a nightmare come along when there was a unicorn to guard her while she slept? Short answer: it couldn’t!

Alby gave Sparkles- that was the unicorn’s name, it had already been decided- a big squeeze, relishing the feeling of it. It was soft and squishy yet had just enough solidity and pushback so that Alby could imagine the horned horse was hugging her back.

Tiny, muffled giggles spouted out from behind Alby’s pacifier. What a wonderful way to wake up!

Wonderful, that is, except for the reason she’d stirred from her slumber. Deep down, Alby was a little puppy girl. Her body, however, had been potty trained longer than not and a day or two back in diapers did not a bedwetter make. Extraordinary circumstances aside, Alby’s body wanted to keep her pants dry.

A pinch of reality added to the emotions. Not quite souring the fantasy, but making it evident for what it was. It would have been nice to wake up wet, dreams undisturbed like a little princess who couldn’t hold it in. Short of far too much alcohol, Alby didn’t have accidents like that. If Alby did, they imagined it would be hard to undo. Peeing in your sleep wasn’t just a switch that could be turned on and off. Things had just started to get serious with Daddy Max and this whole ‘baby girl’ thing was still so new. What happened when the newness wore off? What happened if things didn’t work out?

Alby shoved those questions aside. It was still too early for them. Such long term problems weren’t for little girls still in diapers to worry about. And wet or not, Alby was definitely still thickly padded.

Speaking of which, Alby decided to solve the ache in her bladder. Eyes closed, she blocked out the room and breathed, gently willing the air to circulate through her. Slowly, she relaxed her muscles and relaxed her aching bladder. It came in tiny little spurts at first; part of her was afraid of a leak; of the feeling of urine running down her legs and pooling into the mattress or being soaked up by the comforter as it had before.

The diaper was already wet from last night, but it had long since cooled and been absorbed so that it was easy to forget that she’d done this already while at the same time being worried that it was already filled to capacity and would leak.

If she leaked, she reminded herself, it wasn’t her fault. She was doing what she was supposed to do; what was expected of her as a baby. If somehow her diaper leaked she wouldn’t get in trouble. Daddy would only coo at her and apologize and probably say something about changing her more often or putting her in a thicker one.

The stream started to come more naturally in one slow but continuous flow. Alby felt her muscles relax, both inside and out as the warmth spread throughout her diaper. The thirsty padding did its job and soaked it all up, with the feeling intensifying and then traveling, the diaper becoming increasingly squishy and starting to bloat. After a few precious seconds, Alby no longer needed to think about it anymore and things started working themselves out naturally. At this point the little doberman couldn’t stop it if she wanted to.

Not that she wanted to.

Laying back, Alby sighed relief and stretched back out. The faintest traces of sunlight were just starting to come in with the morning dawn. She closed her eyes again while thick cushioning wrapped around her pressed up against her in the most pleasant and pleasurable of ways. She might not be able to go all the way back to sleep, but maybe she could doze for just a little while longer before Daddy came in to check up on her. And if she couldn’t go back to sleep, or if Daddy took a while, then she still had a new friend to play with.

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Strips of bacon sizzled in one pan. Pancake batter bubbled on the other. Max took the spatula and flipped it over to the other side, showing the first to be a golden brown. To one side two plates rested holding still warm stacks and strips respectively.

The big wolf had gotten up early to make a breakfast feast. He would feed Alby bits of pancake and syrup, sure to get it extra sloppy with butter and syrup so that the bib was necessary. In between bites, he’d let her nibble on the bacon with her bare hands. Pretty soon he’d fry up some eggs so that they could be made into a little smiley face.

His mouth could not water at the thought. Nor could his heart race. Memories of last night, of Alby tossing and turning in the crib, screaming in his sleep. Of the poor kid bawling in Max’s arm, calling himself a freak.

By his nature, Max was a problem solver. He didn’t like it when something needed fixing and he couldn’t do anything about it. It was the only time Max felt helpless. Wounds like Alby’s didn’t heal overnight. Last night was more than a nightmare, and it was likely to happen again if Max wasn’t proactive.

Breakfast? Breakfast was easy. Diapers were easy. Games both erotic and innocent were easy. Genuinely helping Alby in a way that really mattered- a way that was more than simple distraction- was hard.

He’d been strong at the time. Put up a brave front, but Alby’s bawling had shaken him. The pup had barked that she was a freak. How did you fix that?

Max thought about it; about everything he knew about the little doberman, but didn’t see any solutions. Just this once, he wished they were back in the office and this was that kind of problem. As a coworker, Alby wasn’t quite so helpless. He knew what he was doing and how to collaborate. Alby could work his way around scheduling and resource allocation the way Max could work around a sale.

Alby the Office Manager knew himself fairly well. Alby the baby girl was a newborn in so many ways. Newbies couldn’t help you help them because they didn’t know enough to contribute in any meaningful way.

“Hmmm…” Like a circlet of pancake batter that was ready to be flipped over to the other side, a realization bubbled up inside of the wolf.

“Yeah,” Max said to himself, pleased He plated the bacon and reached for a fresh egg. “Yeah, that could work.”

Kid didn’t just need a Daddy or a boyfriend. Kid needed a role model, too.

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Alby rhythmically clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, moving Sparkles through the air bobbing her up and down in the air above. Unicorns could fly, she’d decided. Not by flapping their wings, since unicorns didn’t have wings, but by running on the air itself; hence the clip-clopping of hoofbeats.

She also decided that that’s where rainbows came from. When Sparkles ran on the air like she did, bits of her color came off and drip-drip-dripped into the air, making a rainbow. That’s why her legs were so white. Oh! Maybe the sound of her hoofbeats was thunder! Or better yet, her hoofbeats sounded like raindrops hitting the roof, and that reminded the clouds to do their job! And at night when she was asleep or grazing peacefully for a late night snack, Sparkles’s shiny horn reflected the light from the moon and made the stars.

Alby giggled at herself. How creative she was! She’d tried to doze back to sleep but thrill and fun of everything, the opportunity and excitement got the better of her.

Daddy’s voice broke in. “I see someone’s awake and having fun,” he said, his smile soft and strong beside her.

Alby blushed and clung her unicorn tight to her chest. She’d been so absorbed in her play that she hadn’t heard his soft footsteps. She didn’t feel ashamed but it was still embarrassing being snuck up on like that. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Ready to start the day, Princess?” Daddy asked, cheerfully. “Get some breakfast in your tummy?”

Still blushy and excited, Alby couldn’t quite find the words. Thankfully she didn’t need to. All she needed to do was nod.

“Okay, Princess. Let’s get you dressed for the day.” Daddy shoveled his arms beneath Albey’s upper back and behind her knees and with just the slightest groan picked her up in a cradle position and carried her over to the changing table.

Her changing table. It was a changing table for babies. Like her. And she was the only baby in the house. So it must be hers. If Alby had been a cat she might’ve purred.

Daddy undid the sleeper and the blast of fresh air almost made the little dog shiver. Alby switched hands back and forth so as not to drop Sparkles while her arms were freed, and she hugged the unicorn tightly to her chest to stop from wriggling as she was undressed from last night’s pajamas.

Daddy rested a paw on Alby’s swollen and sagging diaper. “Looks like someone used their diaper even more since last night,” he cooed. “Couldn’t hold it in, baby girl?”

Alby clenched down on her pacifier and brung Sparkles up to her face to hide her. “Nnn-nnn,” she mumbled.

The wolf’s grin could be heard through his words and felt through the hardy squeeze he gave her diaper. “Good baby. Very good baby. Good girls don’t hold it in.”

Alby squeaked bashfully and wriggled on the table as the tapes were ripped loose one at a time. To think that she was being praised just for going pee-pee! For doing something so natural and easy!

The coldness of the wipes did little to diminish her excitement. Alby laid back and appreciated all the little feelings: The feeling of the wipes, like brush strokes as Daddy cleaned her up. The feeling of discomfort as her legs were pushed back into her stomach to get to her bottom. The way the diaper lightly grazed her tail coming off. The slight feeling of uncertainty and insecurity while the fresh one was slipped under her and her tail guided through the new hole. How good the powder smelled and how cool it felt compared to the clammy morass of her old diaper. How her legs were spread almost unnaturally so that the diaper could be pulled up and fastened on. How uncertainty and looseness took shape around her while tape by tape the new diaper was fastened on. The slightly awkward stiffness and natural resistance as the diaper pushed back against her thighs.

Daddy reached over to a dresser and brought out a pair of panties. For a second the adult part of Alby worried that he’d have to go through potty training today; a trip down the tunnel of time in the wrong direction. Without a command and only gentle humming, Daddy threaded Alby’s legs through the panties and boosted them over the little dog’s hips.

Alby lifted her head and examined. These weren’t proper panties. They were too bulky; too wide cut. Meant to go over the diaper without concealing what it was. They weren’t proper panties like the lacy underwear Alby wore at work. It was just a diaper cover. Baby panties.

Alby was pulled into a sitting position, and a matching pinafore dress was pulled over her head. Booties, too.

“Take a look,” Daddy said, helping her off the changing table and guiding her to a full length mirror.

The dress was bright pink with darker pink trimming. A ribbon tied around the chest and ran beneath Alby’s armpits, causing the dress to be tight up top and then flare out as the hem went down. Three tiny pink bows were attached to the front of her chest. The sleeves and the hem of the dress were ruffled, as were the tops of the baby booties.

The dress was only long enough to cover her diaper and panties entirely if she stood straight up and down with her shoulders hunched; more of a long t-shirt with style than anything else. Any bend of the back or knees or twist or shrug or raising of the arms would give Daddy a peak of Alby’s padded posterior.

Alby lifted the front of her dress. Her new baby panties had a bow on the front the exact same style and color as her dress. She turned around and lifted the back. Her butt was covered in ruffles! Calling this a toddler outfit was giving it too much credit! It was incredibly girly and incredibly babyish!

“What do you think?” Daddy asked.

With her pacifier still in her mouth, Alby over-pronounced how she felt: “Bee-yoo-tee-full.”

“Full agree, Princess,” Daddy gave her a kiss on top of the head. “Now come on, let’s go downstairs and have breakfast.”

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Breakfast took a while. It wasn’t just because Max cut every one of Alby’s pancakes into pieces so tiny that they’d be impossible to choke on. Or how every forkful involved a game like fighter pilots or choo-choo trains. Or that Max made sure that every bit of egg was runny or that every piece of pancake was dripping so that he had an excuse to wipe Alby’s mouth after she swallowed. Max was stalling.

He promised himself that he’d have this talk with Alby after breakfast, and Max always kept his promises. He was just deliberately drawing it out. Objectively, the talk was going to be easy. It was going to be good. Simple. But talking about himself like he was about to put him in a position of vulnerability. Max didn’t like being vulnerable.

He was great at protecting and being in control. Even better at convincing people of things; his Mom used to joke that he could have convinced Little Red Riding Hood that he was actually her grandma. Both were just guiding people to the right conclusions. Adversarial relationships weren’t that much different; you just had to convince the other jackass that they were going to lose and they’d best walk away.

Talking about himself though? Openly and honestly? That was always a challenge. It wasn’t that Max didn’t love himself or have confidence. It’s just that…well…Alby wasn’t his first little. He’d told others these stories before, too, and when things hadn’t worked out they’d sometimes been used as ammunition against him.

It was never anything life threatening or career ending. If anything, Max thought his life was fairly charmed and uninteresting. Just that talking about himself so openly was exposing his emotional underbelly and he’d been clawed down there before. Break ups were tough. Normally he at least had the distance of a big community. Alby was still a co-worker.

If this didn’t work out…

“All done, Daddy!” Alby announced. “See?” she opened her mouth and pointed inside like it was an accomplishment.

Awww…fuck it.

“Very good, Princess!” he cheered. He took a few last bites of his own breakfast and moved the plates to the sink. Quickly he gave Alby’s paws a once over with a wet wipe and handed the little dog back her unicorn. ‘Sparkles’ wasn’t allowed to sit with Alby during breakfast because Max didn’t want syrup all over the soft plushie toy. He removed the highchair’s tray and placed it on the kitchen table. “Let’s take a walk, Alby.”

“Are we gonna play something Daddy?” Alby asked, sliding out but making sure to hold onto Max’s hand. The rules were still that she couldn’t walk independently.

“Eventually,” Max sighed, “but first I want to talk to you about something.”

Alby’s eyes flashed with worry. “Did I do something wrong, Ma-? Daddy?”

“No, no, no,” Max shook his head and repressed a chuckle. “You’re not in trouble.” He started to walk them out of the kitchen towards the living room. “I just wanted to share some things with you. About me.”

“Oh,” Alby looked slightly relieved. “Okay.”

Max couldn’t help but listen to the crinkle coming from Alby with every waddling step. It made it easier to talk about this. He just had to pretend that Alby was as little on the outside as she was on the inside and explain things in a way that even a baby could understand.

“Do you know how long I’ve lived in this house?” Max asked. He sat down on the couch. Without direction, Alby found a place in the wolf’s lap.

“How long?” Alby asked, dutifully.

“Off and on for my entire life,” Max said. “This was my grandparents’ house, my Mom’s parents,” he clarified. “And we’d spend pretty much every summer and at least every other Christmas here.”

“What happened to them.?” Alby asked.

“They left it to me,” Max said.

“Died?”

“Hm? No,” Max said, “just got old. Big farm house is fine when you’re young and have a big family. It just got to be a hassle for them. My Mee-Maw and Grandpop are living in a condo in Florida. That’s all.”

“Oh,” Alby seemed relieved for some reason. “Good.”

“My Dad works as an accountant. My Mom’s a real estate agent,” Max continued. “So of course dinner talk every night was numbers and sales tricks. My big sister’s a teacher, too.”

A flash of cold intelligence came to Alby. “So you’ve kind of got an inside track on the curriculum our company sells. What works? What doesn’t?”

“I mean…it’s not as good if she were a principal or the superintendent somewhere, but yeah. She’s a pretty good product tester.”

“It’s almost like you were born to be a salesman,” Alby marveled.

“I’m just telling you that because well…” Max searched for the right words. “Just because your father owns the company doesn’t make you a spoiled brat or anything. Plenty of people get a leg up from their family. It’s what they do with it that counts.”

Alby made no immediate reply, but Max heard the slight rustling sound as her tail softly wagged.

Max pointed down to the floor. “I was probably just a little bigger than you when I realized there was something different about me; I mean with diapers and such. I was sitting right there and watching old cartoons.”

Mentioning cartoons, of course, made Alby sit up a little straighter. “Yeah? What kind?”

“The usual kid stuff,” Max replied, and he gently patted Alby’s back. “Anvils, and mallets, and guns that just turn your face black. That sort of thing.” He waited for a beat. “You know how in a lot of those cartoons, somebody ends up in diapers?”

“Uh huh!” Alby nodded her head vigorously. Usually it was a quick sight gag. The character would be in diapers for a shot, cover themselves up in embarrassment and then run away. In a few instances it was the feature of the short; with plenty of slapstick antics added to otherwise monday child rearing tasks. Bottles squirted in faces with the power of a firehose, or a particularly rough game of pattycake. Spanking was included of course, always spanking.

“Most other kids my age laughed at those parts. They thought it was funny that the character was being babied when they were so big. I didn’t know why, then, but for some reason I didn’t.”

The little dog didn’t exactly see where this was going. “Okay…”

“Then, one summer, years later, I was cleaning out the attic here. I was trying to make a little extra money so teenage me did it as a chore. And what would you know? I found my dad’s old porn stash.” He laughed, almost ruefully. “There’s something you don’t expect to find boxed away beside old toys and Grandma’s wedding gown. I”m guessing my dad boxed it away before leaving for college and never went back for it when he met Mom.”

Alby slid off Max’s leg and onto the adjourning cushion. Good thing, too, since Max’s leg was starting to fall asleep. “What was in it?”

“Mostly um…normal porn.” Max shrugged. “Pretty girls posing naked. Some of them had leather and whips. But one of them,” he held up a finger for emphasis. “one of them happened to have a picture of three lovely ladies all wearing diapers and baby bonnets.” He could still remember the picture. One had her hair up in pig-tails and was sitting with her legs wide open, sucking her thumb. One was on her back drinking from a big baby bottle. One had a pacifier in her mouth and was turned so that you could see more of her diaper. “It…awoke something in me and suddenly those cartoons made more sense.”

Alby looked thoughtful. “So your Da-...your father is a…y’know…?”

“Like me?” Max smirked. “Nah. Probably not. It was just that one issue, and it was filled with all sorts of stuff. Never had that conversation with him. As far as he knows I never found his porn or just tossed in a dumpster. Anyway, it’s not my business if he is and it’s not his that I am.”

“Oh…” Alby looked disappointed somehow. More than likely, he was hoping for some kind of connection with his old man. “So what did you do? Did you buy diapers or try to put dates in them before?”

Max picked at his teeth with his thumbnail. “Here and there. I was twelve so I didn’t have the privacy back then to experiment. That and Mom had just had my little brother, our family’s unplanned miracle baby.”

“That must’ve been hard,” Alby tried to sympathize, and likely projecting. “Seeing all the baby stuff but not being able to have any for yourself.”

“It was and it wasn’t,” Max admitted. “I didn’t want to be the baby, so I wasn’t jealous or anything. He laughed at himself. “Baby’s room was right next to mine, too. A teenager’s fantasies and a baby’s needs just don’t mix, you know? So I kind of put that part of myself on hold.”

Alby looked bothered and confused. “Why do you like being a daddy?”

Finally, Alby was on the right track. “I like the power,” Max admitted. “I like the control. I like seeing someone vulnerable and helpless and needing me. I like breaking them down so that all the complicated stuff that comes with adulthood goes away. But I like building back up, too. Making them better. Solving their problems and making the solution as simple as a hug or a bottle or a kiss goodnight.” He shrugged to himself. “I like being needed, too. Big babies don’t have to grow up. And when it’s time for other things,” he grinned playfully, “they can grow up just enough.”

“Oh…” Alby blushed.

“Anyway,” Max went on with his life story. “I moved out. Went to college. Found the kink scene. Made some friends. If we’re lucky you’ll get to meet them some day. Julie is this amazing Mommy Domme; she will turn you into a puddle. And last I checked she has a baby girl, goes by Danni, that you’ll have fun playing with. Couple of other little types around here, too that are pretty neat.”

“Max,” Alby shivered. “Why are you telling me all this?”

The Daddy wolf answered the question with another story. “My little brother, Maurice, is gay,” he said. “Very gay. He’s a good kid and he’s close to getting his Master’s Degree, but nobody was surprised when he came out. I’m not ashamed or closeted for being bi, but people generally didn’t make assumptions about me. Maurice? Poor kid got bullied since Kindergarten.”

“Kids can be cruel,” Alby looked both ashamed and sympathetic. Was he reliving his own past trauma? Or trauma he caused? Both?

“I don’t like bullies,” Max said simply. “If it’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a bully. Especially when it’s family.”

The little doberman’s ears pricked up and reared back on her head. “Family? What do you m-m-mean?”

“It’s not what you think,” Max shushed. “My family’s fine. My Dad’s side of the family? They’re the type who are always angry and scared. Their problems are never their fault, it’s always someone else. Someone different. Someone who needs to have it worse for them to feel better.”

“Bullies,” Alby repeated.

“To put it lightly.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” Alby repeated.

Max grit his teeth. Here it came. “Because the only time we shouldn’t be equals is when we’re doing this. I knew pretty much everything about you. I figured it was only fair for you to know just as much about me.”

Alby sniffed, tearing up slightly. “Oh. Okay. Thank you.”

“Oh yeah, and your dad is an asshole,” Max said. “I’ll work for him. But I don’t like him. He’s a bully.”

“W-w-w-huh?” Alby’s jaw trembled.

“Last night, you were bawling and said that you were a freak,” Max told Alby. “I told you all this stuff about me so that you’d know you weren’t. Everybody’s got an origin story. Everybody’s got some kind of dirty little secret or something that’s embarrassing. That doesn’t make them wrong or broken or a freak. Most got at least one relative that’s an asshole, too.” He leaned in and kissed Alby on the cheek. “New rule, time.”

Alby wiped a tear away. “What rule?”

“You are not allowed, ever again, to call yourself a ‘freak’, or a ‘weirdo’ or ‘broken’, any other name like that. The only thing that might even be a little embarrassing that you can call yourself is ‘baby’. Clear?”

His Princess sniffled. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Max said. “Now give me a hug.”

The pair held each other on the couch there for a solid minute. Max knew. He kept count, not daring to relax his grip until the sixty second mark. “Now let’s go play,” Max rose from the couch, taking Alby’s hand. “ First my way. Then yours.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

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“Is it in yet?” Alby asked.

“Not yet,” Daddy chuckled.

“Is it in yet?”

“Nope.”

“Is it in yet?”

“You’ll know when it’s in, Princess.”

Alby was lying face down on the crib mattress, clutching her unicorn for dear life. Her diaper and pretty baby panties had been pulled down to her ankles and her dress had been lifted out of the way so that her bare ass was completely in the open air.

Daddy wasn’t going to spank her, he promised. He was just going to give her a ‘special knee bounce’. What made it ‘special’ was the black teardrop shaped object with the wide guard. It was like a pacifier, Daddy promised. A pacifier for her anus. Alby suddenly didn’t like the taste of her paci that morning.

There had already been a few false starts. Daddy kept lifting her tail and smearing lots of cold sticky lube. Every time she felt something probe and push she braced herself.

“Don’t tense up so much,” Daddy chided. “That’ll just make it hurt.”

“Hurt more?” Alby whimpered.

“No,” Daddy corrected. “It’s not supposed to hurt. Remember when you had an…accident while I was spanking you?”

How could Alby ever forget? “Uh-huh…”

“Part of that was being overwhelmed and stimulated. Part of that is because of the areas hit. Your tush has a lot of nerve endings. It’ll feel like that but less painful.”

“You promise?”

“Promise, Princess. At first it’ll feel a little uncomfortable, kind of like you have to poop in reverse, but when you get used to it, you’ll like it alot. Ready?”

Alby huffed. She’d already had things shoved up there once this weekend. How bad could this be? “Ready.”

“Here. It. Comes.”

Daddy lifted her tail up. The insertion was slow, much slower than with the enema. Just when she felt her cheeks had spread as far as they were going to go she felt another little push and felt herself spread a little wider.
He’d given her a chance to look at the plug already. It certainly hadn’t looked that impressive. How could one tiny thing feel so big? A low moan wormed its way out of her lips while something wormed its way in from the other end. How did it feel so hard? The thing she’d been given was firm, sure, but it was soft and rubbery on the outside. She was even able to squeeze and bend it a little; it had give! Now she felt like a handgrenade was being shoved up her hindquarters.

This was different from the enema. The enema snaked itself in, an uncomfortable pinch and then stillness. This literally felt like pooping in reverse, like a petrified dinosaur turd was being shoved up her ass. And it took amazing willpower and more than a little fear not to fight Daddy and start pushing back.

Daddy was right, however. It didn’t hurt. It just felt freaky.

“Okay,” Daddy instructed. “Roll over. Legs up. Let’s get your diaper back on.”

Alby winced and obeyed. She felt like she had to go to the bathroom. With the enema she felt more in her gut first. Presently, it was more like she had a bullet in the chamber ready to fire. A loaded gun instead of a bubbling volcano. “Yes, Daddy,” she mumbled.

“When we get more practice with this,” Daddy said. “We’ll be able to do it on the changing table. I’ll just open up your diaper, lift your legs, slide Mister Bullet in, then tape you back up.”

“Why didn’t you do that this time?” Alby huffed, just starting to get used to the odd sensation in her rectum.

Daddy chuckled and finished taping her up. “I didn’t want you accidentally kicking me in the face,” he said. He pulled her diaper cover back up over her hips. “Ready?” he asked.

Alby was confused. “For what?”

Daddy reached into his pocket and flashed an appropriately wolfish grin. “For this.”

The little doberman went rigid for half a second of shock. Then she leapt to her feet, knees rigid, and her hands pawing at the back of her diaper in surprise. It tickled. It more than tickled. It felt…it felt good. Her prostate started pulsing and reacting to the random buzzing inside of her. Daddy had neglected to tell her that Mister Bullet had a remote vibrator feature.

She danced around and doubled over, trying to gain some semblance of composure while the plug shook around inside of her. There’d be brief pauses of relief and then a second later she’d jolt again. “It’s got fifteen different settings,” Daddy smiled. He sat down at the edge of the crib and pulled her into his lap. “Right now it’s shuffling through all of them at random. Ready for a ride?”

“Y-y-YEEEE,” she quivered. “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy started to bob her up and down again, holding her by the hips and making sure for her to land down solidly so that the plug bobbed inside of her.

“Bouncing, bouncing baby on my knee,” he sang. “Bouncing, bouncing, one two three.” Alby’s arms were lifted into the air. She was powerless to resist, too busy huffing and trying to keep her eyes unrolled.

Daddy kept bouncing her, his own rhythm steadying and stimulating and mixing with the wild sporadic bursts from the plug. “Clapping clapping with baby on my knee,” he started puppeting her, making her applaud this degradation. This humiliation! This overwhelming sensation! “Clapping, clapping, one, two, three.”

Still bouncing and bobbing, he wrapped his arms around her, pinning her arms to the side. He leaned forward to do it, and kept pushing and bobbing with his legs. She was helpless. Putty in his hands. A doll in his arms. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t escape. “Hugging, hugging baby on my knee. Hugging, hugging, one…two…three!”

Alby exploded in her diaper and went limp as the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced rocked through her. She didn’t think she had a G-spot, but Daddy had found it. She panted, she drooled, she seized, she screamed wordless ecstasy as inside her diaper her penis spurted over and over again, uncontrollable like a fountain.

Daddy let her lay down. The buzzing stopped (at least the ones caused by the plug). Daddy took her panties down and undid the diaper. He lifted her legs and pulled Mister Bullet out. Then let her legs back down and taped her back up. “Lightweight,” he grinned. “But I don’t think you need a new diaper just yet.” He groped her through the crinkly plastic backing and teased her limp, excited cock back to attention. “Not for a little while.”

“Can we do that…again Daddy?” the pup panted. “Please?”

“If you’re good,” Daddy promised. “But don’t you want to play some other games?”

Alby sat up. She’d almost forgotten! “Oh yeah!”

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“More tea, Sparkles?” Alby said to her unicorn.

Max stood behind the plushy. “Yes, please!” he said.

“Daddeeeeeee!” Alby whined. “That’s not what Sparkles’s voice sounds like.

Max grunted. “Well what does Sparkles sound like?”

“I already told you!” Alby said. “Like, Sparkles sounds like this!” Alby made her voice high into a falsetto that Max couldn’t hope to reach.

Max did his best to try and only succeeded in hurting his throat. “Like this?”

“No! Like, like this!”

“Like this?”

“Like, no! Like, like this!”

If he didn’t know any better, Max would have sworn that the little doberman was fucking with him. So far in this relationship, (damn it was weird calling it that still) he’d changed diapers, given baths, wiped cum off his arm, played airplane games, and stopped at least two major freakouts. But this? Right now? On the floor playing “tea party” with Alby? This was the hardest and arguably most undignified thing he’d put himself through.

Plenty of littles started with a not-so-healthy amount of self loathing, Max knew. But if they looked weird for getting their butts wiped, how must the people who did the wiping appear to outsiders? This was worse, though. Max wasn’t a guest at the tea-party. He was the stuffed animals.

All of them.

He had to crawl around on the floor and move their stuffie limbs, making them hold our their cups so Alby could pretend to pour tea in them. He had to nod their heads in agreement. He had to speak with their assigned voices. Lady Bearington had a gurgly gruff voice and a British accent. Madam Seal for whatever reason talked in a nasal Southern Belle accent. And Sparkles- goddamn sparkles- no matter what Max tried, he just couldn’t get her voice right.

All weekend he’d been manhandling Alby like she was a child, and this was by bar the hardest and most humiliating thing he’d forced himself to do.

“What am I doing wrong?!” Max asked. “I can’t get my voice that high.”

“It’s not how high your voice is,” Alby said. “It’s like, you just have to talk, like, a certain way.”

Max couldn’t have looked more confused if there had been giant red question marks popping up over his head.”I don’t get it.”

Alby inhaled and puffed through her nose like she was the one who had reason to be frustrated. “Like, listen Daddy. Like, this is how Sparkles talks. Like, do you get it?”
He didn’t. “The voice is still too high.”

Alby smacked her forehead. Max had a strong urge to smack her bottom. “Okay,” Alby said in her normal voice. “You say something, and I’ll repeat it how Sparkles would.”

“The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

“Like, the rain in Spain, like falls mainly on the plain.”

“You didn’t change anything!” Max argued. “You just made your voice higher!”

“Like, did I?”

“Yes!”

“Like, you sure, Daddy?”

“I a-...” Max stopped himself. “Like?”

“Like…what?”

How could he have been so stupid? “It’s ‘like’, isn’t it? Sparkles talks like a surfer girl?”

Alby flashed the same type of grin Max had given before pressing the button on the vibrating plug. “Like…maybe…” Then in her own voice, she said. “Would you like some more tea, Sparkles?”

For the sixteenth time, Max used the unicorn’s hoof to nudge forward the tiny plastic teacup. “Like, totally. For sure!”

Content, Alby mimed filling it up. “I think he’s got it! I think he’s got it! By George I think he’s got it!”

“This is payback for the pepper jelly, isn’t it?”

Alby snickered, then admitted, “Kinda…”

Max groaned but kept playing. As far as he was concerned, both of them had made themselves slightly uncomfortable for one another. And while he’d yet to have a mind shattering orgasm, the warm tingly feelings in his heart he felt when Alby snickered like that, playfully getting one over on him, was always as good.

This was good. This was very good.