At five in the morning, Max rolled out of his hotel bed, hopped in the shower and nearly boiled himself awake. He tended to sleep with the air conditioning on full blast, wrapped up in comforters. He always did this when traveling. It sent him into a near hibernation state and it made sleeping in a strange place easier. It made the shower so much more comfortable but also caused him to be incredibly reluctant to step out, shake off and get dressed.

The logical part of his brain told him that he didn’t have to make his meeting at the school board to seal the deal on the company’s curriculum until seventy thirty. He still had almost two and a half hours to shower, trim his fur, dress, eat breakfast, and get to where he was going. The more neurotic part of his brain- ‘the Alby part’, he chuckled inwardly- told him that he only had two and a half hours to get all of that stuff done.

“Hmmm…” Max hummed to himself. “There’s a thought.” His member hardened at the thought of his little girl waddling around in a party dress and a soggy diaper; playing with blocks or those silly anime robots until he called her over to play horsey on Daddy’s knee. Sometimes, when he was feeling like stalling he’d just stay in the shower until the water turned cold. It seemed like a natural transition point.

Blowing his load while everything was hot, slippery, and steamy, also seemed like a natural transition point.

The wolf replayed his favorite parts of that special weekend when he’d finally managed to get Alby to come out and play for a little bit and let her guard down. How powerless she was. How soft and sweet. How needy yet appreciative. How…how…

Max stopped, opened his eyes and leaned out of the shower. He grabbed several fistfuls of cheap hotel toilet paper and balled and folded them up until they had some substance to them. With the image of his little girl still locked into his brain, he stepped out of the stream, lathered palmed the soap with his free hand, lathered up one last time then rapidly finished himself off into the toilet paper.

This wasn’t his shower, and no hotel was perfect about sanitation, no matter how classy. He was able to bathe and sleep specifically because he hadn’t brought a black light. Ignorance was bliss sometimes. But still, his own personal convictions felt better about flushing his batter down the toilet instead of invisibly staining the tub basin. If someone brought in a blacklight, let him not add to Jackson Pollock painting.

A bonus of this particular method of passing the time was that there was still plenty of hot water left for Max to rinse off in when he was finished. The air was still steamy and warm when he turned off the shower. Just in case, he closed the curtain and gave his whole body a good shake just before stepping out. He toweled himself the rest of the way off and unzipped the dry cleaning bag he’d left hanging on the door. Now he’d be warm while getting dressed.

Once he was fully dressed in his professional looking khaki slacks, undershirt, blue button up shirt and gold colored tie, he stepped out into the chilly hotel room and adjusted the temperature to something less arctic. He’d comb his hair and give himself a once over in a few minutes after the mirror unfogged. Then he’d go down to the lobby and see about getting a bagel and some bacon from their continental breakfast. Max was definitely in the mood for something hot, but with decreased risk of syrup stains.

The big wolf picked up his phone and opened up the app Alby had convinced him to download: Dischord. It was supposed to be an app for video gamers, but Max felt like it was just text messaging with extra steps. Though there was the added benefit of not needing the other person’s phone number to text them. So maybe it was more of a cross between phones and slipping into someone’s DM’s without having to wade through a bunch of profiles or feeds or whatever. So there was that.

In Max’s case, however, it might as well be text messaging. His only contact already had his phone number and vice versa. But it made Alby happy that “Daddy” was trying something new.

DaddyMax: Is my baby girl up?

BBAlby: Yes Daddy

DaddyMax: Good girl

DaddyMax: Brush your teeth? Breakfast?

BBAlby: Yes and yes. 🙂

DaddyMax: Excellent. I’m proud of you!

BBAlby: 😂
.
DaddyMax: Dressed yet?

BBAlby: Almost

DaddyMax: Undies?

Max licked his lips, hungrily, setting his teasing trap. He thought he knew what the answer was going to be, but he couldn’t resist some gentle poking and prodding.

BBAlby: Panties, Daddy

DaddyMax: Okay…

DaddyMax: You know I won’t be there with extra panties if you have a potty accident, right? Not even Pull-Ups. Don’t think there’s any diapers at the office, either. You’ll have to sit in your wet panties all day.

BBAlby: Daddy!

DaddyMax: Though maybe I should fix that when I get back.

BBAlby: NOOOOO!

DaddyMax: I'm pretty sure Catherine's youngest is potty training now. I bet I could ask her to bring some spare diapers since she won't be needing them soon.

BBAlby: fkasdjf;lkasdj;slkgja;lkdfj;klsdfj

Max smiled to himself. “Damn, I’m good.” Not bad for his first time on a glorified texting app. That’s all this was, really, texting but with extra steps. Still…it made Alby happy that Max was meeting her halfway, and that was what was important.

DaddyMax: Fine...I'll ask her to share some of her kids' Pull-Ups. But you will have to ask her if you need to go, so she can take you to the potty."

BBAlby: Max…

DaddyMax: Could keep some in my desk drawer for “emergencies”.

DaddyMax: Sorry. Was typing before I saw it. You’re fine. You’re valid. Just having some fun living the fantasy.

BBAlby: What fantasy?

DaddyMax: That you’re my little princess that thinks she can be a big girl by taking her diaper off at daycare.

BBAlby: 😣

BBAlby: Great. Now I’ve got it, too!

That got a genuine chuckle out of Max, so…

DaddyMax: lol

DaddyMax: For real. Have a good day at work. Call me before you go to bed.

BBAlby: Yes Daddy.

DaddyMax: I love you.

BBAlby: I love you too.

BBAlby: Holy shit.

DaddyMax: What’s wrong

BBAlby: Is that the first time we’ve said that to each other?

Max blinked back his surprise. Wow. The kid was right. It’d just slipped out, too. Hadn’t been a lie, either. The sentiment just came out on its own. If Alby hadn’t said something about it, Max wouldn’t have noticed it. What Max typed next was deliberate.

DaddyMax: Next time I’ll say it with my voice.

BBAlby: I’d like that. I’d like that alot.

BBAlby: And me too.

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Alby squirmed at his desk. He’d tanked up on coffee this morning and while it had done wonders for his hyperfocus, his insides were going crazy. What Max (Not Daddy…not right now) had said wouldn’t get out of the little dog’s head. Both the teasing about him being a little girl who needed her diapers and the sudden casual “I love you” were doing circles in his head.

That and more had been spinning like a brain blender all morning starting from the drive to work. It had been a while since he’d driven his car, actually; not since attempting to break into Max's house. The memory of that made him cringe even though it led to this incredible outcome.

He still chastised himself for how stupid he was and how bad things could have gotten if Max wasn't as good as he was. Hell in all honestly Alby thought that spanking he got had a long time coming.

Holy shit.

Max loved him.

And he loved Max.

How had that happened?

The discomfort of needing to go to the bathroom was helping keep those thoughts at bay and hurrying Alby along answering this morning’s emails. Just one more email, just one more appointment to schedule, just one more meeting to reschedule, and then Alby could go to the potty.

Toilet. He meant toilet.

Dang it!

The doberman was close to tears and felt like his eyeballs were floating by the time he hit the last “send”. Had he really drunk that much, or was Little Alby just so used to going in her baby pants that holding it was becoming impossible?

Logically, Alby knew it was the former, he still didn’t pad up at work and hadn’t been doing this baby thing nearly long enough for continence to be affected. But the thought of it made him teeter on the brink of little space. It was like edging but for emotions!

“Come on…” Alby hissed to himself. “You can do it….” He quick-stepped out of his office, doing everything he could not to visibly hold himself like a Kindergartener about to have an accident. He grit his teeth and bit his tongue all the way into the office bathroom. He wasn’t even sitting all the way down before his bladder released and bowles went to work.

It was a disgusting feeling, and the sounds were none too pleasant either, but a tremendous relief. Alby hadn’t yet gotten the courage or whatever it was to mess in her diapers (thinking of herself as “she” where her diapers were involved just felt right), but that was okay. Some littles just didn’t like that feeling and that didn’t make them any less little or any less valid. Daddy had said so.

Yet, the office manager couldn’t help but feel a somewhat hollow feeling looking down at his panties around his ankles. They were pretty and lacy and feminine, but they didn’t excite him as much as they used to. For a while they were the thing that got Alby through work. His naughty little secret. Since things had evolved with Max, it was like going back to burgers after experiencing Kobe beef. Panties were transgression and quiet rebellion and nonconformity. Training pants and diapers were safety and comfort and acceptance.

Wearing a diaper to work would have driven Alby crazy, however. As much as Max assured him that no one would notice, Alby wouldn’t have been too nervous to enjoy it; especially without Max there to cover for him. To top it off, Alby didn’t have any non-girly underwear.

He looked down and noticed that his pants were below his underwear. “Whoops!” he mouthed, yanking his trousers up to his knees. That could have been bad. No one had come into the restroom so Alby was in no real danger of being caught. But still…

A small lazy smile bloomed on the doberman’s lips. Speaking of ‘caught’, his panties were still clean as a whistle. Oh! That could be fun! Alby could send a teasing picture of her panties to prove to Daddy that she was a big girl. Then he’d probably find some way to debunk or disprove it and she’d end up extra diapered the next time they were together. That would be such fun!

Alby bent over and patted at his pockets. His smile turned into a disappointed frown. He’d been so busy going to the bathroom that he’d forgotten to pocket his phone.

Darn.

Maybe next time.

Alby wiped and flushed and washed his hands. He made himself feel slightly more headspacey by singing the alphabet song as she scrubbed, just to tide himself over, and then went back to his office.

His office was currently arranged thusly: Past the office door was his desk, a big official looking one with his nameplate and various papers on it, as well as two comfortable enough chairs. This was for when Alby needed to meet with staff or (rarely) clients in person. It was like his father’s desk in miniature, and was positioned so with his chair sitting taller than the two guests’ chairs, making him loom over them slightly.

A quick fantasy flashed across Alby’s brain: Him across Max’s lap in the big chair getting the naughty spanked out of him. He shook it out of his head; or rather, saved it for later.

Alby spent perhaps ten percent of any given workday sitting at this particular desk. It served as more of a decoration and glorified filing cabinet for important company documents. The majority of Alby’s job was spent at the second desk positioned at a ninety degree angle from the main desk. That’s where his office computer was. All Alby needed to do was pivot left from his big desk and he’d be at his computer or pivot right from his computer to be at his big desk.

It also made it so that Alby’s back was to the door, preventing him from distraction and also making just paranoid enough that someone might catch him doing something improper that he didn’t try. Weaponizing his own neuroses to simulate discipline; what a lifehack.

That’s why Alby felt a coil of dread go through him when he found his phone, laying untouched on the big desk. It’s where he’d likely leave it if he were sitting at the big desk. But he hadn’t been.

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“Okay. I think that’s as good a stopping point as any, folks.” Max paused his powerpoint presentation and closed his company laptop. He cartoonishly wiped his brow and took a swig of bottled water to the tired but good natured chuckles of his audience. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m hungry. What do you say we meet back in about…ninety minutes? Give ourselves time to digest information and food?”

The people who were technically running the meeting looked left and right at each other and nodded approvingly. “Let’s all meet back here at one-thirty,” the lioness in the middle said, banging a gavel to make it all official.

Max stayed at the presentation podium while the various teacher’s union representatives, educational experts, principals, and local politicians filed out. He nodded and smiled politely while they passed so as not to seem like he was as bored and starving as the rest of them.

He’d already reeled in this big fish, he could tell. He’d sold them within the first twenty minutes. The past several hours was just icing on the cake. After lunch he’d freshen up, pump the crowd up again and then answer field questions, admitting to just enough flaws or compromises so that the skeptics wouldn’t see him as too good to be true. That was a key to salesmanship; admitting limitations and flaws often built trust. It also made the teachers feel like their degrees were actually meant for something; nobody wanted to be told that everything they’d spent four years learning to do could be done with new textbooks, software, and tests.

He let out something akin to a prayer, under his breath. “Thanks, sis.” She’d been the one to point that out.

Today was practically in the bag.

Once it was safe to leave, Max strolled out to his rental car and turned the ignition on. He dug around for his phone in his pocket and turned on the fancy Dischord application.

No new messages from Alby. Kind of a shame, but Max chose to take it as a ‘no news is good news’ situation. His eye caught a flash of green near the top. Interesting. A friend request. From an unknown account. “User1017”

Max shrugged to himself and accepted. “Aw, what the hey?” It was probably spam, but maybe Alby was trying to be clever or something.

User1017: Hey “Daddy”!

Max smiled. “Called it.” He was about to message back, but suddenly something else jumped on his screen.

It was a picture. Of Alby on New Years Day. In the maid’s dress. It was blurry, and Alby was running away and you could only see the back of her, but it was Alby. The photo wouldn’t hold up in court, but anyone who knew what Max’s farmhouse looked like would recognize the location. If anyone knew about Alby and him, it wouldn’t take long to guess who the blur was. And since the first post this sonofabitch had said was calling him “Daddy”, it wasn’t a huge leap in logic to assume someone did know.

He’d thought the car that day had been Barbara from HR. She hadn’t seemed to know anything when Max had dropped little hints, so he had assumed they were in the clear.

“That wasn’t Barbara’s car…” he chastised himself.

User1017: LMFAO!

Max gently put the phone down. There was nothing he could do about this in the here and now. If he told Alby about it, it might send his princess into a panic attack. That wouldn’t do anything but ruin her day. As long as she didn’t come to him in a panic, he’d pretend everything was alright. Fix this when he got home. He had three more presentations just like this across the state. Blackmailers and jokers only had the power if they could get a rise out of you. The best response was not to respond.

None of that made Max feel better, but he knew it was the right thing to do. The strategic thing to do. The logical thing to do.

Very calmly, Max backed out of the parking lot. Very calmly he switched the rental from reverse and into drive. Then with extreme calmness, Max put the pedal to the metal and burned rubber down the road.

“Mother. Fucker.”

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Alby came back from lunch and wished he’d been wearing a diaper for all the worst reasons. “Oh no,” he gasped, looking at his office door. “Oh no, no, no!”

Hanging on his office door, where his plate was supposed to be was a wooden sign painted hot pink with white lettering. It said “GIRL CAVE: NO BOYS ALLOWED (Except Daddy)”

Alby yanked it off his office door and slipped inside his office. Someone knew! Someone knew! His phone had been stolen while he was in the bathroom! Hacked! Something! He clutched his chest and felt his red satin panties burning into him like a cattle brand.

Daddy! Call Daddy! Help! Call…Daddy… He’ll know what to do. Hands shaking so hard that they were practically vibrating, Alby reached into her pocket and took out her phone. She pulled up Daddy’s number and hovered her thumb over the call button.

No.

He might still be working. She didn’t want the call to interrupt whatever presentation or pitch he was giving. And he was on an important selling spree, doing what he did best. She didn’t want to ruin that by calling him.

But he’d find out anyway. Eventually. Maybe she could leave it for him as a Dischord message. Proper communication, but keep it low key. She could hide the rising panic better through text than with her voice.

When he opened up his Dischord, Alby noticed a new friend request from an unfamiliar name. Alby hit accept.

User1017: Hey “Baby”!

A second later a picture came up. It was Alby! In the maid outfit! On New Year’s Day!

A shuddering growl rumbled out from Alby’s throat. “Barbara….”

More pictures came in. Screenshots of Max’s kink accounts. The same Alby had dug up in a futile attempt to blackmail the wolf.

User1017: uwu LMFAO!

Something like coals flared up inside of Albert Maddison Jr’s soul. Every breath he took stoked those coals until he felt like a dragon ready to breathe fire. It was one thing to bully him and try to torment him. It was another thing to bring his boyfriend into this! And when Max was gone no less!

That was when Alby realized that he had something resembling a code: If you wanted to fuck with someone you didn’t do it anonymously like a goddamn pussy! You did it right to their face and accepted the repercussions…LIKE A VAGINA! And if you couldn’t do it to their face, you at least let them know who was fucking with them. YOU GOT A GODDAMN LADDER AND CLIMBED INTO THEIR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT SO YOU COULD BREAK INTO THEIR SECRET ADULT BABY NURSERY AND HAVE THEM FIND YOU THERE PASSED OUT IN WET PANTIES LIKE THEY HAD THE FIRST TIME SO THEY PUT YOU IN THE PRETTY MAID’S OUTFIT!!!

“Dumb fucker!” Alby cursed to himself. “Barbara thinks she’s so clever.” He pressed the “Start Call” button.

“BAREEM DING! BAREEM DING!”

Alby threw open his office door! The sound was close. “Fuck!” he heard someone swear in surprise. It wasn’t Barbara from H.R.

The ringing stopped, too late. Alby honed in on two long, graying brown ears standing up and alert. Howard! The jackass from accounting! Literally! He was a donkey!

“Howard,” Alby said, his voice just above a stage whisper. “I’d like to talk to you. Now.”

Howard looked ashamed for just a second, like a kid caught spray painting graffiti, and then sighed dramatically. “Well, phase one was fun while it lasted.” He got up from his desk and walked into Alby’s office.

Alby followed him in and locked the door behind them. “What? The? Fu-?”

“Careful, now, baby girl,” Howard snickered. He walked straight to Alby’s empty seat and plopped down like he owned the place. “Wouldn’t want Daddy finding out about us talking, would you?”

“What I do,” Alby said, “With my…boyfriend-” darn it felt good to say that outloud, “-is none of your-”

“Whoah whoah whoah!” Howard interrupted. “Not that Daddy! Though thanks for triple confirming my suspicions. I meant, our boss.” Alby felt his blood run cold. “Do you really think he’d approve of his nepo-baby son sleeping around with his best salesman?” He paused and let out a bray of laughter. “Nepo-baby! That was an accident!” Another obnoxious guffaw. “Accident! This stuff practically writes itself!” Alby stood frozen, starting to shake again. “And do you think he’d like to know that his son spends his spare time in pretty dresses and crinkly diapers?”

“You stole my phone.”

“Your password was super easy to guess,” he leaned back in Alby’s chair. “Who still uses their birthday? Really?” Alby had no good answer for that. “If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea it was you that day. I thought Max was getting some lady tail. Then I found his fetish profile aaaaand something just…I dunno…clicked.”

Time to cut through the crap. “What do you want, Howard?”

“I’m gonna open your life up to a new kink, Alby,” Howard said. “Ever heard of findom?”

“No…” But Alby had a feeling he was about to find out.

“The way I figure it, you’re a glorified secretary.” Howard said. He’d been preparing this speech for some time, Alby figured. “Not much in the way of perks. But…you make more money than me. What do you say we fix that?”

Alby cocked his head to the side, confused. “You’re blackmailing me?”

“Yeah, but it’s kinky. So you kind of people are into it, I guess.”

“What if I just kicked your ass?” Alby asked, surprised that he was actually saying that.

“Please,” Howard scoffed. “You couldn’t take me.” Max could. “But even if you could, then your father is going to want to know why we fought, isn’t he? Then he’ll know all your dirty little secrets. What do you think is more likely? That he fires you, or Max to deal with the uh…workplace impropriety? Same if Max comes for me.”

Alby didn’t have an answer to that.

“Face it,” Howard said. “You’re my bitch. Unless you think Daddy’s gonna fire you, and not…heh…your Daddy.” He stood up and brushed passed Alby. “Oh, and before I forget. I didn’t call you a bitch because you’re a dog.” He smiled cruelly. “I literally just mean I’m gonna fuck you over it and you’re gonna like it.”

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“Die…muffer…fugger!” Alby said behind her pacifier. She’d left work early that day for obvious reasons, waiting just long enough for Howard to be busy at his desk to not see the little Doberman retreating away with her tail between her legs.

He’d asked Catherine to take over for him. Snipped at her, really. Fear had barked out as anger and Alby heard shades of his old self come out. He’d apologized immediately and rephrased, but the guilt yet lingered.

Block! Riposte! Slash!

She was playing Rise of Puppets. After the day she’d had, she had some serious aggression to get out. All of the creepy clockwork monsters in Victorian England looked like a certain donkey in Alby’s mind.

Alby had been tempted to self-destruct; to purge and destroy everything that made her feel good. That temptation was easily quashed thanks to thoughts of an extremely disappointed Daddy finding out. The games hadn’t been enough. Thankfully they didn’t need to be. As soon as Alby was home, she diapered up, slipped on some cute pink pajamas and closed the door to her room. She’d slipped into a kind of middle space in her frustration. Diapered, and comfortably wet, but also much more aggressive that she usually felt. It was a tad like throwing a tantrum except she didn’t actually break anything (unless you counted clockwork steampunk zombies).

She was going on hour four or five of her video game binge and just starting to get hungry.

“Gonna…kill dat…muffer…!”
Bloodthirst was more satisfying, still…

Alby’s phone rang and she paused her game to see who it was.

“Dabby!” Alby said, her tail wagging through making her diaper crinkle. Alby bit down on the pacifier and spit it out. The name left a bad taste in her mouth all of a sudden.

She picked up the phone and answered it. “Hey, Max! How was your day?”

“You still at work?” Max asked, sounding tired.

“No,”

“Then why are you calling me ‘Max’?”

Alby gulped. Couldn’t let him know anything was wrong. “Sorry, Daddy. I guess I’m out of practice with you on vacation.”

“Heh,” Max chuckled dryly. “I wouldn’t exactly call this a vacation, princess. How was work today?”

“It was fine.” Alby said. “Just fine. You?”

“Just fine?” It didn’t sound like a question from Daddy. Almost an accusation. An offer to let her get out of a lie she was telling. “You sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I got a dischord message from somebody named User one-thousand seventeen’.” Max said. “So wanna try again, kiddo?”

Alby didn’t make it a full sentence before she was blubbering into the phone. “I’m sorry, Daddy! I got caught and I fucked up and now Howard is blackmailing me and he says he’s gonna tell my dad and-” the rest was unintelligible, even to Alby.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Max said. I”ll take care of everything as soon as possible. As soon as I get back to work.” Then as an afterthought, Daddy said. “Howard? Really? That jackass?”

Alby heard a door some noise and the sound of a door being opened on the other end. “Where are you?” she asked.

“Just getting home,” Max said. Calling his hotel room ‘home’. That was such a Max thing to do. “You diapered up?”

“Uh-huh!” Alby sniffed.

“Wearing something cute?”

“Jammies, but yeah.”

“Being good to yourself? Doing something fun to distract yourself from the stress?”

“Does murdering videogame characters count?”

“Yes. Yes it does, baby girl.”

“Then, yes.” Her voice was getting quieter. So was his.

“Good girl. Do you need changing?”

Even though he couldn’t see her, Alby blushed. “Not yet, Daddy.”

“Are you sure?”

Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock

Alby’s ears pricked up. “Daddy?”

The bedroom door opened. Daddy walked in, looking beat but with the biggest grin on his face. “Because you’re still a little girl. You might not know if you need changing yet.”

Alby leapt up and fell into his arms. “Daddy! What are you doing here?”

“My baby girl was in trouble. Of course I was gonna come.”

“But, don’t you have presentations? Pitches to make? Deals to seal?”

Daddy snorted. “Screw ‘em. I rescheduled and got on the first available flight back.” He playfully winked. “You would have known that Office Manager-” if you hadn’t left work early today. He gave her a kiss.

“So what are we gonna do, Daddy?” Alby asked, suddenly feeling more at ease that she had after killing a hundred digital enemies.

“Well first,” Daddy reached between her legs and gave her a squeeze. “I’m gonna change your diaper. You are soaked, baby girl.” Alby whimpered and wagged her tail. “Then we’re gonna get some food delivered. Then we’re gonna come up with a plan to kick this ass’s ass.”

He hugged her. She hugged back.

“I love you Daddy.”

“I love you, too baby girl.”

A beat of silence passed.

“I love you, Alby.”

“I love you, too, Max.”