“The things I do for money” Bisquets grumbled as he drove.
Driving down the roadway was a familiar routine for many. Normally this wouldn’t be anything to take a second look at, unless you caught a glimpse at the drive of said vehicle. To those who saw him, he looked like a small child who decided to go for a drive. In reality he was actually 24 year old male corgi.
Corgis, being the small breeds that they are, tend to be on the low side of the height spectrum. When Bisquets was born he received the short end of the height stick. Standing at 2.6 feet, Bisquets is not only naturally small but small for corgi’s in general. Compared to most breeds of animals he only appeared to be as tall as a toddler. On multiple occasions he had been pulled over by the police and talked down to by other adults like a child.
As he turned off the main road and onto the more vacant back roads Bisquets shifted his whole body to a more relaxed position. In doing so a soft crinkle sound filled the cabin of the car. Unbeknownst to most of his friends, underneath the loose fitting toddler sized shorts he wore was a diaper firmly wrapped around his waste.
One of the main challenges for people of his height was finding a bathroom. When Bisquets was round the potty training age his parents noticed how small their son was. After a long discussion between them they opted to not potty train their child due to how embarrassing it would be if he couldn’t reach the toilet when he had to go. Going through life with diapers had its ups and downs. The worst parts were when he had to mess himself in public. He hated the feeling of the goop that loaded into the rear of his diaper. Nothing made him feel more disgusted or like an actual baby then the slimy, dirty feeling of a loaded diaper.
Another thing he learned the hard way was that diapers were expensive. When he finally moved out diapers sucked up most of his money. It was hard finding plain white cheap diapers without babyish designs. Eventually he had to settle on dollar store diapers. Although they still had childish designs on them, a sleeping bunny rabbit on the crotch part, they were mostly plain in color. The only downside to them was they didn’t have much absorbency causing stains, leakage issues, and odors to be more noticeable.
Bisquets blushed remembering one time after he messed himself that he caught a glimpse of his diapered butt in the mirror. In just a few minutes a brown stain had formed all around the mess site.
As many could tell by the appearance of his car the young corgi was in need of money. Due to his size it was hard to find a job that could accommodate his small size. With his diaper need siphoning what little money he had saved in his bank account he took any odd job he could get. These jobs could range form anything like walking feral dogs, or more disgusting jobs like shoveling manure. Regardless of what he made about half of his paychecks went to diapers.
He finally got a break when he received a phone call from his friend Sarah. Him and Sarah have been friends since they were in high school. Even though he barely made it up to the poodle’s knees she never treated him any differently. Thankfully for the corgi the poodle never knew about his “special needs”, especially since she was a notorious gossip. Once she overheard a conversation in the girl’s bathroom and the whole school along with the adjacent schools knew about it the next day.
Bisquets looked up at the large 2 story house as he drove down the driveway. The job was simple. He was to be in charge of looking after their 3 year old daughter while she and her husband would be away for a few weeks on a business trip.
Deep down Bisquets despised children. They were loud, obnoxious, stinky, would always misbehave, were rambunctious, and would always bring up the fact they were taller than he was. Even though he loathed children he couldn’t pass up the money they were offering.
The only catch to the job was that their daughter, Ginger, was still in the early stages of potty training. From the conversation he had with Sarah she could feel when she had to go, but only made it there half the time. It would be his job to not only look after her but to coach her through potty training. He blushed as he thought about it. Him of all people knew absolutely nothing about controlling his bowel, and yet was instructed to teach a toddler how to do so.
“Get it together Bisquets. You only have to put up with this brat for a few weeks then you get paid.”
As he parked his car he saw the driveway was empty. She had texted him saying that they had to leave earlier than expected so she would be all by herself when he got there. He opened the door and was greeted with the hot summer sun beaming down on him. With a little bit of a struggle he was able to get his suitcase out of the trunk. During his walk to the door a subtle crinkling could be heard. He blushed realizing he needed to find ways to keep his diaper quiet while around Ginger.
Reaching into his pocket, the corgi checked the charge on his phone. If anything came up or if Sarah needed to talk to him this was the only way to reach her. Bisquets had to use his tippy toes in order to reach the lock of the door, but with one turn of the key and a twist of the knob he was inside.
The blast from the AC hit the corgi in the face. He walked inside with luggage in toe. Getting a look around the corgi got a feel for the home. To the left of him were winding stairs that lead to the second floor of the home. His right is where the dining room is which lead into the kitchen. Ears perked up, he could hear the TV on, most likely where Ginger was at the moment. Further left he could see a spare bedroom: the place where he would be sleeping. He left his suitcase by the door as he went to the living room to introduce himself to Ginger. Along the way he passed the kitchen where the dining table was.
There sitting on the floor was the poodle in white fur. She had blond poofy hair which ran down. Around both her wrists and the tip of her medium length tail was blonde poofy fur. Her ears were long; they came down a little past her mouth touching her shoulder. They too had blonde poof balls at the beginning and the tips of them.
Ginger looked away form the TV. Seeing Bisquets she got up and walked over too him. She was only wearing a pink Paw Patrol pull-up with a pink t-shirt with childish designs on it. The pull-up was covered in pink with very small white stars all around. On the front was a picture of a female feral cockapoo with a heart boarder around her. The crotch area had dark pink paw prints as bones to serve as wetness indicators.
A quick glance at her wetness indicator told him she was still dry. Sarah had informed him that it was easier for everyone if Ginger didn’t have pants on while potty training. He groaned internally as he noticed she was several inches taller than he was, knowing exactly what was going to happen.
Ginger looked down at the small dog that was in front of her. She studied his every feature. She had the look of irritation and boredom on her face before she spoke.
“So you the one who gonna take care of me”
“Yup that’s me. Your mommy and daddy put me in charge while their away. My name’s Bisquets” he said as he put his paw out for Ginger to shake it.
The poodle just huffed as she continued to stare at him
“You don’t even look like you could reach the potty, let alone be out of diapees.”
Bisquets let out a low growl as she spoke. Just within the first minutes of meeting her he could tell she was the worst spoiled brat he had ever met: And he had to put up with her for a new few weeks.
“I reach the toilet just fine. At least I’m not the one still in potty training.”
She growled in response.
“Big talk coming fwom such a widdle stupid piggy boy”
Bisquets was pissed. Saying that somebody was a pig to a non pig species was a slap in the face. Even though it was offensive, what it meant that the individual was a disgusting slob, dirty, smelt like shit and loved to roll around in their own waste.
Both dogs kept their eyes lock on each other. Ginger still had an irritated look on her face while Bisquets looked pissed. After their staring contest Ginger broke the silence.
*sigh* “Since you takin care of me my potty is in mommy’s bathroom and me spare pull-ups is in my woom” she said in an annoyed tone
He remembered how many stairs there were to the second floor. It seemed inefficient to have to climb them every time the brat needed to go pee or worse.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if I brought your pull-ups and potty chair down he..”
“NO! POTTY AND PULL-UPS STAY UPSTAIRS!” she shouted.
Bisquets ears laid flat on his head. Her hi-pitched yell was graining on his above average hearing. Not even 10 minutes inside the home and he was already sick of this job.
“Whatever. I’m going to unpack. Do whatever you want you brat”
With one angry huff she turned around and took her seat back in front of the TV.
Wading through the sea of toys scattered all over the living room, Bisquets made his way back to where he left his suitcase. Wheeling it to the guest room he could hear “This Pup’s gotta fly” come from the tv. Ignoring the childish show he went into the room and locked the door.
Sarah had ordered him to stay out of the master bedroom with the exception being to take Ginger to the potty. The room itself wasn’t anything too impressive. It consisted of an old style TV set with plain bed that was plenty big for him to sleep in and a dresser. He went to work emptying the contents of his suitcase. Multiple pares of shorts and t-shirts lined the bottom of the dresser drawers. With clothes out of the way Bisquets stared into his suitcase and took out multiple packs of dollar store diapers.
Not wanting to risk running out of diapers while he was in the household, Bisquets made sure to pack plenty of them for his stay. He gulped praying that the brat would never find these, as it would lead to a disaster. He ripped open one of the packs and put several lose diapers into the drawer; in case he needed a quick change. The babyish designs of the sleeping bunnies mocked him as he covered them with his clothing. Placed along side them were a box of sealing plastic baggies for the more “odorous” diapers he would inevitably make.
The bulk of the diapers would have to be placed in a better hiding spot. The corgi didn’t want to risk Ginger finding them in his closet so he decided to get a little craftier with his hiding place. Under the bed there were a bunch of old boxes and totes. Pulling all of it out, he used his small height to slide both packs to the wall. Satisfied with his hiding place he put everything back.
“POTTY”
His ears perked up. Looking at the clock in the room he saw he took almost an hour getting unpacked. He quickly unlatched the door and ran out to see Ginger was waiting by the stairs. Together they started climbing up them. For dogs of their height the stairs presented somewhat of a challenge. Ginger seemed to be having a better time climbing compared to her smaller counterpart.
Once at the top she waddled as fast as she could to her mom’s bathroom. With Bisquets not far behind he dashed through the master bedroom. Ginger was already at her pink potty chair. She held both her paws on her crotch as a look of desperation went over her face. Bisquets ran over and pulled the pull-up down. She stepped off and plopped her now naked butt onto the pink plastic potty.
“AAAAAH” she sighed.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of urine hitting plastic. Ginger’s look of desperation turned into pure bliss with the relief of the pressure. With his job done Bisquets turned to leave Ginger to finish her business.
“Where you goin” she asked
“Back downstairs to unpack”
“Nuuuu. You gotsta wipe me” she whined
“Huh?”
“Mommy always wipes me down there after I done so you havta tew”
“Yeah no I’m not doing that” he said as he continued to walk out of the bathroom
“DO IT OR I TELL MOMMY YEW DIDN’T TAKE CARE OF ME” she shouted
The corgi immediately did a 180 turn back to face Ginger. His entire financial situation was riding on this job, and now the brat was threatening all that.
Bisquets grunted. He walked over to the toilet and grabbed some toilet paper. Ginger just giggled as she let out a happy smile.
He got down on his knees and put his hand between her legs. The heat from the urine below was almost sickening as he begun. He cringed feeling the wet urine through the toilet paper. A blushed formed on the young dog’s face. Since he was so small down below didn’t have much experience with dealing with girls and their parts, and here he was wiping one now.
Ginger started giggling again. He wondered what was so funny until he suddenly felt why she was laughing. A stream of hot urine erupted in the chambers of the potty chair. Hot sticky urine went all over Bisquets hand. He quickly pulled his hand out form under her and went back
“YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE” he said with a strict tone
She didn’t respond to him. Instead she just kept giggling with a happy smile on her face.
Out of a fit of rage Bisquets came up with a way at getting back at the toddler. He reached over and grabbed her pull-up that he pulled of her. With a smirk he took his urine soaked paw and wiped it all over the inside the pull-up
“HEY” she shouted getting off the potty
“Still think it’s funny”
She growled and angrily snatch the pull-up away from him
“You’re a meanie piggy boy”
She did her best to shimmy the pull-up back onto her waste. Bisquets reluctantly helped to feed her tail through the back of it. Taking the opportunity Ginger used her tail to smack the mean piggy in the face
“Hhmp” she said as she stomped off
“Fucking brat”
He looked down into her potty chair. She really must have had to go because the small cup inside the chair was halfway full. Carefully removing the cup he walked over to the toilet. Making sure not to spill anything out he dumped the contents of the cup into the toilet. Satisfied, Bisquets placed it back into the potty chair to await another use. Before he left the bathroom Bisquets used the girly looking stool that was in there to get to the sink to get rid of the pee smell from his paws.
Descending the stair case Bisquets felt a grumble in his stomach.
‘Guess I better fix us lunch’
Inside the kitchen Bisquets called over to Ginger.
“I’m making lunch. Do you know what you have to eat” he asked
“Der hotdogs in da fridge. But mommy keeps lotsa baby food for babies like yew”
With a sigh the corgi made his way over to the fridge. Just as Ginger said the entire bottom drawers were filled with nothing but jars of baby food. With the food cooked he brought it over to the table. Sarah had bought her daughter a small cub sized table so she wouldn’t have to worry about her falling off the tall chairs.
“Yew should come eat wiff me at my table. Dat way you don’t fall down” she smiled and mocked at the corgi
Bisquets just ignored her placing the food on small paw patrol themed table.
Getting up to his own table would be a hassle. Putting the food on the chair he had to climb up the seat. Once his climb was finished he had to remain standing in order to reach the table counter. For the entire meal Ginger kept giggling at him. She had finished long before he did and came over to watch the corgi’s struggles of eating at the adult table. He just ignored her giggling every time he had to use his tip toes to reach the plate.
With lunch finished the corgi hopped down from the table. He yawned: due to waking up early the small dog was in need of a nap
“Ok Ginger *yawn* do whatever you want. I’m gonna go take a nap”
“Aww does baby need his nawp.”
Letting out a small growl he just walked away. Bisquets went back to his room as he climbed up onto the bed and went to sleep.
His dream was weird. He imagined himself in a field without any clothes on. He was just running around and having fun. Soon he was in front of a door. It opened for him and went through. Stepping through the mantle he went down a narrow hallway until the corgi was in a large room. There he was greeted by everyone he ever knew. His friends, old crushes he used to have, his cousins and their children, bullies, former co-workers all stood and stared at him.
At first the just kept looking at him. One person starter to snicker until everybody started to giggle. Said giggle turned into a full blown laugh. They all pointed at him and laughed harshly
“potty”
Bisquets was confused. He didn’t see what was so funny at first. He figure it was just because he was naked, but that still didn’t explain why they all thought it was funny. His questions would soon be answered as when he put his paws on his hips the familiar crinkle sound filled his ears.
Bisquets looked down in horror to see he was wearing a diaper. Not just any diaper, but a Huggies diaper. His face blushed with shame as he saw the baby blue colors around the waist and the leg holes. The corgi was horrified to feel the front of his diaper getting heavier. He freaked out, holding both paws over the front of his now swollen diaper crotch.
He had to get out of the room. He turned to run out the way he came only to feel himself get stopped by a soft feeling object. He looked up, shocked to see the way was walled off by box upon box of Huggies. All the boxes mocked him as he clearly saw his own picture plastered on each box showing him modeling the diaper. Bisquets punched and kicked at the wall but it didn’t budge.
“Potty!”
The laughter got faster. Bisquets turned his head to look at the crowd behind him when he caught a glimpse at his diapered butt. On the back of the diaper were polka dots of various colors with a smiling picture of Pluto the dog.
The corgi couldn’t take it anymore. Tears started to form in his eyes. As he was about to yell at the crowd to stop laughing he felt something between his lips. A conveniently placed mirror showed it was a pink pacifier that restricted his speech.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Much like a toddler Bisquets flopped to the floor. He started flailing his arms and legs around as tears rolled down his face. He looked exactly like a toddler having a tantrum.
His crying got louder as he felt a paw yank hard on the back of his diaper. He was suspended in the air held only by his diapers back. Burning shame filled his cheeks as he was given the worst diaper wedgie he had ever experienced. Worse was when he looked up he saw he was being wedgied by the Dachshund he had a crush on during high school.
He was thrown onto a changing table. He felt his wet crotch get squished by the force of him hitting the table. Everyone gathered around to watch the corgi get his diaper changed. They kept laughing as the girl reached down to rip his tapes off. Bisquets wasn’t just gonna lay there and let her embarrass him even further. Still crying Bisquets kicked and flailed his legs in an attempt to stop the process. It didn’t last very long though as the girl grabbed both his ankles with one hand. She went to work ripping off the tabs. As a punishment for making it harder to change him, she lifted both his legs up and gave him a hard slap on his padded ass.
That was it. He was about to explode in shame. He couldn’t take the constant laughing anymore. With his spanking done with she took his used diaper off hi….
“POOOOTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
Bisquets awoke from his diaper themed nightmare to see he was back in the spare bedroom. He looked over to see Ginger staring at him. She looked pissed and had the expression that she was about to cry. Wonder what was wrong the corgi shimmied off the bed. As he fell he felt the familiar wetness on his crotch. He must have pissed himself during his nap. Thankful that it didn’t leak he spoke up.
“Ok Ginger what do you…”
He stopped midsentence as he sniffed the air. Bisquets immediately knew what that foul smell was. Casually he tried to reach to feel the back of his pants to make sure it wasn’t coming form him. Ginger was holding back tears. She violently grabbed Bisquet’s paw as she forced him to touch her pull-up butt. As she smooshed his paw down he quickly found the source of the smell.
He could feel the warmth through the pull-up. Every time she pushed his hand down he felt a squished underneath his paw. This was the part that Bisquets was dreading about the job. Not even a half day into the job and now he had to do it: he had to change Ginger’s poopy pull-up
“EWW! Did you shit yourself Ginger?” he said disgusted
“I TOLD YA I HADA POTTY! IT YEW FAULT I POOPY!” she yelled
“Ok *gag* ok I’ll change you in a minute. I just need t…”
“NO! CHANGE NOW!”
Tightening her grip, she forcibly dragged him behind her. Bisquets was dumbfounded by how strong the foul smelling toddler was. He felt his diaper squish between his legs as he was forced to walk behind her. He must have really pissed himself during his nap because he could felt the wetness on his crotch. In his head he wished Ginger would have let him change before dragging him off to change her.
Struggling in vain the toddler held her grip on the adult’s wrist. Bisquets gagged. He was still caught in the wake of her messy pull-up and she reeked. She smelt worse than he did on a bad day.
They reached the stairs. Bisquets let out a sigh of relief as Ginger finally let go of him. When he looked back up his view was greeted with Ginger’s rear right in his face. She started climbing the stairs. Not wanting to get caught behind her again he rushed to the other side of the stairs and climbed, hoping to pass her. The race was on between the two small dog: the girl just wanting to get her icky pull-up changed as soon as possible and the boy just wanting to get away from her stench.
At the top she grabbed hold of his hand again as she lead him to her room. As he walked through the door he looked around.
It was a typical girls room, nothing too elaborate. It had white walls with pink boarders around the top. There was a changing table coupled with a diaper pail beside it. Some toys scattered around her room. The weird thing about her room was in addition to her toddler sized bed, she still had her old crib up. Currently it was used to hold her plush toys but other than that it was a standard crib with a drop down side.
Bisquets sniffed as the stink from Ginger started to fill the room. To the corgi’s relief he wouldn’t have to use the changing table. Her parents, knowing his height limitations, had gotten a pink spongy portable changing mat for him to use. He plopped it in the middle of the room as he got all the supplies he would need to change her.
“Come on Ginger sit down” he asked with a tone of annoyance
With her arms crossed in an unhappy fashion she plopped her rear down onto the mat; sitting right on the mess.
Bisquets stripped her down to just her pull-up as he wanted to avoid having another mess. She laid back, letting the full smell hit Bisquets snout. With a churn in his stomach Bisquets began to pull at the tabs on her diaper.
Even though adults and children called them pull-ups it was unspoken knowledge that all they were was glorified diapers. Sure they went on like regular underwear, but they still were absorbent and had pull tabs. Bisquets knew of this even at a young age. To him; if it looked like a diaper, smelt like a diaper, felt like a diaper, and you went potty in them, they were diapers.
Ripping the tabs off, Bisquets pulled down the front of it. His eyes widened as a noticeable cringe went over his face. The corgi didn’t say anything as he stared at the horror show that was the inside of Ginger’s messy diaper.
It looked like a mud bomb went off in the back of her pull-up. The mess was spread all over her butt cheeks; thankfully none of it was on her crotch. With the thin cloth and plastic barrier gone the smell oozed out in all it’s rancid glory. The poor little corgi was caught in the direct line of fire as his vomited slightly in his mouth. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea asking Ginger to sit down.
Ginger whimpered at his show if disgust. Swallowing, Bisquets would have to work fast to defuse the fussy toddler. It would be tricky for him to clean her effectively since they were almost the exact same height. With resistance from Ginger, Bisquets lifted her legs over his shoulders so he could get a better angle. Wipes in paw Bisquets went to work on the bulk of the mess.
‘ewewewewewewewew’ he thought to himself. His face must have shown his disgust as Ginger started her sniffling again. Even through the wipes he could feel the warmth of the mess. Wipes now stained brown Bisquets threw them into the disgusting pull-up and balled it up. He backed up to let her legs down. The corgi still wasn’t done; as she laid on the mat completely naked there were still a think vale of brown over both her cheeks accompanied by a bunch of streaks between her cheeks.
“Ok Ginger I’m almost fi-” he said before he was cut off. Just as he was approaching with the wipes to clean the rest off she had put her bare foot in his face. Peering around it he could see she was staring at him with anger and tears in her eyes. Trying to maneuver around her, he was met with the same thing: a foot in his face and another on his chest. No matter what he did she kept blocking him from cleaning the rest. Ginger began to cry out with tears now pouring out of her eyes.
“Come on Ginger let me clean you!” he said to no avail
The battle between the corgi and the toddler raged on for a good solid minute. Bisquets was fed up at this point. She was the one bitching to him about her shitty diaper and now she wasn’t letting him do his job.
“Ginger! I’m only gonna ask you one more time to st-”
He was cut off again. While he was talking she cocked her leg back and kicked him right in his snout. Granted it wasn’t a very hard kick, but it was enough to where the corgi had enough.
“You know what. Fine!” said Bisquets.
In a fit of rage he threw down the wipes and grabbed the bottle of baby lotion. Ginger was using all her force to block him, but it did little to detour the little rage filled dog. With a pool of sweet smelling lotion in his paws he vigorously rubbed them between her legs. Limited reach didn’t stop him as with one last thrust he broke through her foot hold and rubbed a minimal amount on her crotch.
At this point the poodle was in full tantrum mode. She was flailing her legs everywhere to prevent her adult caretaker from finishing. Getting a few more kick on his snout in, Bisquets grabbed the powder and just randomly puffed between her legs. Full force, he felt himself get kicked away from the squirming toddler.
Bisquets was fed up at this point. He just wanted to end so he could attend to his own diaper. Grabbing the fresh pull-up he clung to the toddler’s squirming legs. Moving her feet everywhere the corgi was able to loop both feet through the leg holes of the pull-up. Catching one last glimpse of his poor wipe job, he pulled the psudo-underwear around the girls waist.
“There you’re changed! GO away!” Said Bisquets in a stern voice.
Ginger slowly stood up as she tugged at the back of her pull-up. As loud as she could she got close to the corgi and yelled.
“STUPID PIGGY!!!”
As she turned away Bisquets was brought to the height of his anger. It wasn’t even a day into his job and he was already sick of this spoiled brat. Paw raised in anger he took his open pawed paw and gave the brat a hard smack on her pull-up butt.
She immediately froze. He saw the jiggling of her butt as his paw made contact.
Realizing the mistake he may have made Bisquets tried to say something.
“G…ginger. I didn’t mean it. I’m sor-”
He was cut off. As quick a flash Ginger spun around to look at him. In her eyes weren’t the tears of a fussy toddler, but pure anger. Both her fists were closed as she started to bare her teeth.
*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* she got right into Bisquets face and gave him the loudest and most threatening look he had ever seen
Not wanting to spend anymore time with the stupid boy she spun around and almost ran out of the room.
Bisquets was taken back at the show of aggression. Never had anyone gotten in his face like that before and here was this toddler, currently potty training, giving him the nastiest growl he had ever heard. His ears twitched as he heard a faint hissing sound. Blushing, he soon determined the sound to be him peeing himself.
A sniff of the air snapped the corgi out of his daze and his attention shifted to the rancid pull-up. Although balled up he would have to throw it into the diaper pail or risk it stinking up the house. Holding it as far as he could form his body he walked over to the gigantic diaper pail.
On one of his talks with Sarah, she had mentioned the problems of having a child. When Ginger was younger she had a bad habit of pushing her pail over. They decided that a bigger, heavier pail would help: that and installing toddler proof latches to keep the pail secured. The only problem now was that Sarah had neglected to tell Bisquets the code to the latches. He would have just called her to ask but he remembered they were probably already boarding the plane by now; which meant there phones would be off.
Left with no immediate solutions to his stinky problem Bisquets, with stinky pull-up in paw, grabbed both sides of the pail and started to shimmy up.
The pail itself was about 3 times the size of the corgi. With each shim he felt his wet crotch squish against the side of the pail. Reaching the top, the bad smells only intensified. Just below his tiny feet the plastic lid was all the separated him from a few weeks worth of rank, rancid, rotting diapers. Each step towards the lid made the smell get worse and worse.
The hole was right in front of the corgi. Bisquets realized he needed to be careful now as the hole was big enough for his whole body to go through. With one gasp of semi-fresh air the small dog unlatched the lid and threw the pull-up in.
“WANNA GO OUTSIDE” he heard in a very hi pitched yell
Ginger’s yell caused the dog to lose his footing. He was able to catch himself for the most part, but his head had gone through the hole. With the force of hitting the pail the corgi instinctively inhaled. Immediately, the awful smell overpowered the small dog. His eyes shot open and watered. He had to use all his strength to keep himself from throwing up. Before pulling his head back through the hole, Bisquets was able to get a good view of the sea of pink, yellow, and brown that lied just a few feet below him.
Taking a moment for his nose to recover from the torture it just revived, he slowly shimmied down the pail. He looked down at his crotch. There were a few light wet marked on his shorts but thankfully they weren’t too noticeable. The corgi’s gaze was brought up when he heard the thumping footsteps of Ginger. She appeared in the door, still in just a pull-up but now with pink paw patrol crocs on.
“Wanna go outside” she said
“Ok fine just give me a minute”
Her eyes still showed that she was annoyed by the dog. Like last time she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along behind her.
“OUTSIDE NOW”
And there he was in the same situation as last time. Albeit less stinky, he was overpowered by the toddler and lead towards the door to the backyard. She didn’t even give him anytime to put his own shoes on.
The backyard was nothing too spectacular. It was large considering the size of the property. There were outside toys, a sandbox, swing set, jungle gym, and a roped off area where it looked like her father had been digging out a foundation for a shed.
The little poodle ran off in laughter leaving her care provider in the dust. He didn’t bother with putting her shirt back on as it was hot out. He, on the other hand, would have to keep his shirt on or risk her seeing the top of his diaper. After just a few minutes he could feel everything getting sweaty: his shirt, his pants, and worst of all his diaper.
It wasn’t too bad though. There was a nice breeze blowing through to help combat the hot sun beating down. Wiping the sweat from his brow he felt another feeling soon emerge. His stomach began to hurt a little. At first he just brushed it off. That is until he felt something pool into the back of his diaper.
He checked to make sure Ginger wasn’t paying him any attention. He shook his rear back and forth but the feeling wouldn’t bulge. He felt warmness spread over both his butt cheeks. The corgi had just done what Ginger did in her own pull-up a half hour ago.
‘Now’s a better time than any to get this shitbag changed’
Waddling towards the door, he made sure not to shift the mess anymore than he had to.
“Why yew walkin funny” said Ginger, to Bisquets dismay
“I…just gotta go change my clothes” he said coyly
“Nuuuu. You gosta watch me. Mommy said so”
He groaned. The poodle was right. Sarah had specifically instructed him to watch Ginger at all times when outside. Ginger was already pissed with him already so he didn’t want to anger her anymore. His disgusting diaper would have to wait yet again due to the brat’s intervention
Bisquets predicament didn’t detour Ginger from having a good time though. She laughed and played to her little 3 year old poodle hearts content; all the while the corgi suffered in silence. He kept his distance from Ginger in case the wind decided to change directions. Running his paw gently over the effected area the corgi subtly inspected the damage. The mess had spread over both his butt cheeks. It formed a rather large bulge in his hindquarters.
‘Really getting my moneys worth out of this one’ he thought to himself.
Bisquets kept checking his phone clock. From 15 minutes, to thirty, to an hour the time slowly crept by. All the while the hot sun “cooked” hid rank diaper in his shorts. Normally messes would cool after a few minutes, but the sun kept it disgustingly luke warm for the little corgi.
“Come on Ginger let’s go back inside” he said, to which the poodle ignored him.
After what seemed like hours Ginger said she was tired of playing. As she headed for the door the corgi waddled behind her to make sure she didn’t see or smell him.
Hitting the air conditioned household was a relief for Bisquets. Feeling the cold air the corgi quickly realized how sweat soaked his own shirt was. That didn’t matter much now; what did matter was that he was finally able to get out of the literal shitbag that was around his waist.
“I’m gonna go change, I’ll be back in a few minutes” he yelled to Ginger.
Before heading back he placed his phone on Ginger’s little dining table. He cringed as he remembered what happened to his old phone while changing his messy diaper. To put it simply, the further it was from his poopy diaper the better.
He wadded as quick as his little legs could take him back to his room. With door locked behind him, Bisquets began to strip down. Shirt and shorts were flung across the room leaving him in only his very used diaper. He turned his head towards the full length mirror that was on the closet door. For the first time the dog got a good look at the extent of the damage.
The mess had stained through his diaper, leaving a large brown stain almost completely across his ass. A bulge protruded out from the stained area. He gently poked at it: it stuck out nearly three inches and was about as big as the stained area itself. After inspecting it for a good minute it was time to get to work.
Bisquets waddled over to the drawer with his changing supplies. Now free from the shorts, the diaper wiggled back and forth with each waddle the corgi took. The dresser drawer was flung back as changing supplies were eagerly gathered.
‘Fresh diaper; check. Plastic baggy; check. Wipes;….’
He looks all throughout the drawer. Sure enough he didn’t see his scentless wipes anywhere. He began to panic, ripping everything out of the drawer. Still they were nowhere to be found. Dashing to his bag he felt every pocket: still the wipes were missing.
‘MY DIAPER BOXES. I MUST HAVE PUT THEM THERE’
He quickly dove down below the bed. The diaper made a light squishing noise as his crotch hit the floor. Pushing all the boxes out of his way he looked to where he stashed the bulk of his diapers.
“Come on COME ON they gotta be here somew..”
*click* *giggle* his sensitive ears heard.
*click* *giggle* he heard again.
All his actions stopped once he heard the silent giggles. Slowly he backed out from under the bed. Standing up, he turned around. Bisquets was still as when he looked behind him he saw the familiar poodle giggling to herself while holding his phone up toward him.
Sarah had forgotten to mention that the door to the spare bedroom had problems latching. Unless you completely slammed it shut it wouldn’t lock. There he stood, paying the price for Sarah’s forgotten warning.
Never had he felt so naked before. Before he could do anything the camera’s flash went off. He tried to use his paws to cover up his diaper but the damage had already been done. Ginger kept innocently giggling to herself as she played with the phone.
“I knew yew was a stupid poopy diapie baby.”
Still giggling to herself, Ginger turned the phone around to show Bisquets the screen. Sure enough to the dog’s horror Ginger had taken several pictures of him in his shameful diaper. The last one was him with his face to the camera so there was no denying it was him.
The corgi’s body slowly sprang back to life. With little options left he charged at the toddler knocking her to the ground.
“GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK YOU BRAT” he yelled
This didn’t seem to faze the girl, in fact: it only made her giggle harder. Panicked, he dove on top of her and tried to wrestle the phone away. He might have felt his mess shift around slightly but it was the least of his worries. Laying on her chest, he grabbed for his phone. The toddler, being taller than him, was able to keep it just out of his reach. Using her free arm she giggled and pushed him down. All the while his wet diaper crotch was squishing against her dry pull-up front.
The battle raged on for several minutes. Every time he thought he could get his phone she pulled it out of his reach. He had enough. It was bad enough the brat knew about his diapers but now she was taking pictures of him. Bisquets grabbed at her arms in an attempt to pin her down.
Arms down, Bisquets crawled up to where she held his phone. The two dogs were face to face. Oddly enough Ginger kept a happy look while giggling all during the fight. She looked him right in the eyes and with a smile, she gave him a long wet lick across his face.
Wet drool covered his face. The corgi let go of one of her arms as he used his hand to wipe the slobber off. As he looked back at her, Ginger’s expression changed from happy to a more serious look. With one swift motion she curled her legs back as if she was being changed. Effortlessly, she pushed against his stomach as he was slowly raised into the air: showing how strong the toddler actually was.
Bisquets saw his distance from the poodle was increasing. He felt all of his body weight against the soles of her shoes.
‘HOW THE HELL CAN SHE BE THIS STRONG’ he thought to himself.
He started to panic. Squirming and flailing in an attempt to get down. All his efforts were in vain as she kept him hovering above him. Ginger had the corgi right where she wanted him. Her smile and giggling returned as she just held him there. Suddenly she bent her legs outward. He was just an inch above her nose as she gave him a small lick on the face. In an instant, she kicked the corgi off and sent him flying through the air. His body sailed back to the middle of the room until finally landing.
*SQUISH*
A muffled squish sound filled the room as soon as he landed. The dog landed right on the rear of his diaper. Bisquets eyes shot open as he felt the force of the impact on his diaper rear. All the efforts he had gone through to keep the mess from spreading were for not as in one swift motion the toddler had changed that. It smeared all over any clean parts left on his butt. He felt it cover his taint as his balls got a healthy coating of poo on them. Stopping just short of his dick, he felt a big glob just ticking the tip.
“EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
“Aww is piggy not comfy in his poopey diapee?”
She then played with his phone for a bit before showing him its screen
“I bet mommy would love to see dis”
To his horror, the corgi saw Ginger had linked pictures of him in a poopy diaper to a text message ready to send to her mom. Bisquets quickly got on his hands and knees as he crawled over to the toddler and groveled.
“Please don’t send that. I…I’ll do anything”
Ginger giggled as she tucked the phone into the waistband of her pull-up. She walked around the corgi who was still on his hands and knees. Without warning she started squishing her paw all over his diaper. She squished his rear, his taint, and on his crotch: which caused him to yelp in surprise. Ginger made an effort to leave no area clean as his crotch was now completely covered in mess. Satisfied with her job she gave Bisquets a hard slap on his padded ass. He was surprised as he actually felt it sting through his diaper. Soon she positioned herself right in front of him; her crotch right in his face.
“You squished yur icky diapee against Skye. Kiss her to say yews sorry”
Pointing to the picture of Skye on her pull-up front, she just stood there. Slowly the corgi inched his muzzle close to it. He had no choices left. The toddler had trapped him and the only way to keep his social life in tact was to go along with her demands. He puckered his lips and gave a firm kiss to her pull-up crotch.
She let out an evilishly innocent giggle as she felt contact. The lengths of what she could do were tested and now it was time for some real fun. She spun around so that now her butt was right on the dog’s nose.
“Put yet nose on my butt” she said to which he obeyed
“now SNIFF! I wansta hear deep loud sniffs piggy!”
By her orders Bisquets sniffed as hard as he could; which was followed with a loud gag. He could smell the residue left behind from his poor job cleaning her pull-up. That, combined with the smells of lotion, powder, and sweat made for an interestingly foul smelling mixture.
“I gonna walk around. You gonna follow me.”
As he started to get up, the poodle held his head down and scolded him.
“NUUU! You crawl pig boy. I don’t wasta feel yer nose off my butt or hear the sniffin stap.”
Humiliated, defeated, and stinky, the corgi planted his nose as hard as he could against the poodle pup’s pull-up rear. A click was heard. His eyes darted up to see Ginger had taken another photo of him: adding more to the pile of dirt she had on him. She slipped his phone back into the waistband of her pull-up as she started to walk, the corgi right behind her.
With every step she took her butt cheeks would move up and down. This caused the smell of the residue left behind in her crack to ooze out. It was safe to say that it made the smell three times worse than it already was. Bisquets tried to hold back his gagging when he sniffed, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Each gag was met with the poodle’s tail slapping him in the face. She giggled as she walked slowly; making sure his nose wouldn’t leave its position.
The smell wasn’t the only awful thing about his situation. Being squished around the mess wiggled with the crawling he did. Out of the sun it was now cooling inside his rank diaper. Cold and clammy feeling, it made his current situation that more miserable for the dog. Bisquets made multiple efforts to tug the diaper away from his body. His efforts were in vain as the mess was too squished in. Running a paw over the back, he blushed as he felt a hand print indent; most likely from when Ginger slapped him. The only somewhat positive thing was due to him being in diapers for his whole life, it would be a long while before he got a rash.
Walking, Walking, and more walking. The two dogs wandered aimsley around the house. Bisquets noticed this and thought to himself if it was just a way to make him take in the smells for longer. Now and again Ginger would wiggle her butt all over his face in order to get her message across. With the only site being the back of a pull-up, Bisquets noticed the phrase “Girl Power” written in bright pink letters on the back along with the picture of a smiling feral husky. Never had a saying better described him than what was happening.
Soon they came to the stairs. Before he had tried to get past the girl and away from her smell, now he was forced to take in every scent. Reaching the top Ginger went strait to her room. She stood in front of the changing table as she rummaged through the bottom drawer. Bisquets couldn’t get a good view of what she was getting but whatever it was took several minutes. All the time she swished her rear back and forth for the dog’s nose to keep up with.
Whatever she was looking for she had found it. She kept it hidden from the corgi as they continued on their little walk. Unlike before where they were walking around aimsley, she walked strait to her mom’s bathroom. He hadn’t noticed that she stopped moving and within a second the corgi got a face full of pull-up. She giggled at the small dog’s blunder.
“Now wait here piggy” she said
He watched as the white furred poodle took a seat on her potty chair. She kept her pull-up on as the phone was clearly visible from inside of it
“Come here piggy. All foures” wiggling her finger beckoning for him.
Slowly he started his crawl. His hands felt the coldness of the bathroom floor as he made his way to his blackmailer.
When he was within a foot of the potty chair, Ginger held up her leg to stop him. With an evil looking smirk she began to speak.
“So yew wants out of yer poopy diapee?” she said
“Just let me go change myself…..please ”
She giggled to herself.
“Nuuuu. You diapees not good enough. Yew wanna change you gotsta use these ones”
She held up what she fished out of the drawer. Bisquets winced as he started at the item. In her paw she held a thick looking babyish girls diaper. The diaper was 3 times as thick as his and was mostly light pink in color with pink hearts leading from the crotch to the back. There the large picture of a baby cartoonish wolf playing was plastered for everyone to see. Right now though the design didn’t matter; what did matter was that it was a clean diaper, and it looked like it was his only option for getting out of his.
“Yew want it” she asked
Bisquets remained silent, staring up at the diaper contemplating what to do. Ginger put the diaper down and replaced it with his phone instead.
“It either dat or I send the pictures to mommy”
He had no choice now. He would just have to bite the bullet and wear the diaper: as humiliating as it might be.
“Y….yes”
“Yes whaaat?” she said in a mocking tone
“I…I want to wear your diaper”
“Well den you gonna do everything I saw. I in charge now”
“Fine” he said in a monotone voice. Until he could get his phone back, he was at the mercy of the toddler.
She giggled with glee as she heard his response.
“Good, now repeat after me. Imma dumb poopy diaper baby”
“I am a dumb poopy diaper baby”
“Imma gwoss piggy boy”
“I’m a gross piggy boy”
“Girls are betta in ebery way den boys in ebery way”
“Girls are better in every way then boys in every way”
She smiled. With her little oath out of the way she shifted her legs up to the corgi’s face. Using her feet she shimmed off her shoes and tossed them aside, putting her bare soles right in his face.
“Good piggy. Now. Lick my feet!” she said wiggling her toes.
Bisquets started at her bare feet. She kept wiggling her toes to entice him to start cleaning her feet with his tongue. They glistened with sweat as the light from the window shined into the room. He could smell the musk coming from them since she hadn’t taken her shoes off from playing outside. Bisquets shot her a dirty look. He knew he had to obey: so with theirs eyes locked in each others gaze, he took his tongue and started to lick.
She erupted in giggling. Not because it tickled but because of how far he would go to keep his secret. He started with her heel and worked his way to the middle. Focusing his efforts on one foot he licked away. It tasted awful, but he would have to just tolerate the musky flavor of her feet.
She pushed both of them into his face.
“Don forget de other one silly” she said while smiling.
Keeping his angry scowl he kept licking. Alternating between both feet was a challenge. Each time he would lick one of them the flavors would return. After about fifteen minutes of licking, both of her feet were covered in a thin layer of drool.
“Make sure yew lick between my toes piggy” she said while wiggling them right on his face.
Her toes were by far the worst. All the musky scents were concentrated between them. As he licked, he felt her wiggling her toes between his tongue. All the sweat and grime from the day were there and he tasted all of it.
*click*
He lifted his head away from her feet to look up. She had the phone pointed at him: adding another piece of evidence to the pile of dirt on him. He stared at her with his dirty look to show his displeasure; to which her response was shoving her feet back in his face.
They continued this for a long while. She showed no interest in him stopping anytime soon.
“Yew doin such a good job I might tange ya ……”
As if on cue, she was cut off as a gurgling sound filled the room. Both dogs looked at each other. A smirk formed on her face as they both knew it was coming from the corgi; and both knew he wasn’t hungry. Ginger giggled as Bisquets put a paw over his stomach.
What happened next only solidified her opinion that Bisquets was a gross baby. His body involuntarily pushed out more mess into the back of his diaper. The corgi looked at the full sized mirror on the wall. He saw an even larger bulge was in the back of the diaper. Where the mess had squished to his crotch had also stained. Now almost his entire diaper was stained brown. It looked as disgusting as it felt.
“….. in a few hours. Gotsta make sure your done makin stinkies” said Ginger as she pat his head.
His angry scowl changed to a look of shock. The poodle literally wiped the stupid look off his face. She took her feet and rubbed them all over the corgi’s face, wiping off all the drool and slobber. Snapped back to reality Ginger merely smiled at him as she wiggled her toes in his face. Slobber ran down both her feet as he went back to work.
Ginger leaned back on her potty chair. She was enjoying the feeling of the corgi’s tongue on her feet and her first experience with true power. Playing with his phone, Ginger set up things like a basic password on the screen. She found the online setting and starting browsing the web. To the corgi’s dismay auto-correct would correct the spelling of the words she was bound to misspell.
And there they were. In a day Bisquets went from his normal life babysitting a kid to on his hands and knees at the mercy of a cub. He had no idea what else Ginger had in store for him.
As he licked away, Ginger stared at her new pet piggy and giggled: enjoying her first real taste of power.
