The car was silent as the young couple drove home, save for the whimper that came out of the passenger seat every so often, and the rustling of the the trash bag that one of the pair was sitting on after having a accident at the fair they were at.
the pair were 22 year old Des and Tyler, and while they loved each other very much, this was far from Tyler's first accident and Des had warned him he would regret it if he had one more.
ever a woman of her word, she had all sorts of fun planned out for when they got home, though whether her boyfriend and soon to be pup would find it fun.. well.. that was his problem not hers.
"Des please.. I-" Tyler spoke up, the first time he'd dared to speak after flooding his pants while they had been at the fair.
One second he'd been spraying a water gun to fill a balloon and the next second his own 'water gun' so to speak was going off and his light blue jeans had turned dark even as he made a smelly puddle.
Des had just rolled her eyes, muttering something along the lines of 'of course' and had hauled him off to their car by the ear, telling him that he was going to be one sorry little pants wetter, and pointing out she had warned him to make sure to limit his drinks.
Tyler for his part had gone to argue, squeaking out he didn't mean to, but a look from his loving girlfriend had made him let out a poot of fear and the soon to be put in his place boy had gone from wanting to defend himself, or pulling himself free to picking the wisest choice: shutting the F up.
"I hope you know just HOW much trouble you in." Des said,voice dripping with venom that disguised just how pleased she was with how things had turned out. Tyler would never know that he'd been set up to fail with the pills that Des gave him to help with his wetting had been water pills supplied by her good friend Malcore.
"Des please..I..I didn't mean t-" Tyler mewed as they pulled up, but Des cut him off.
"Oh silly pup..if I thought you meant to piss your pants this would be sooo much worse. but I know you're just failing at potty training..and I know how much you love your silly little pup play. so I thought fuck it. two birds, one stone. Guess who's going to spend the next two weeks getting house broken?" Des asked brightly.
If Tyler hadn't of already dumped the contents of his bladder out, he would of wet himself then and there.
One second he was the stud and the man of the house, and the next, Tyler found himself being given a bath as little puppies didn't wash themselves and then after being dried off by his girlfriend/mommy dom / owner he was lead to the bedroom and pushed onto the bed.
"Des your being a little rough..maybe t-" he tried and got a finger pressed to his mouth.
"This is the last time you'll be in a human bed for two weeks.I'd STFU and enjoy it if I was you." She said with a twinkle in her eye.
"wait what?" he whined.
"I didn't stutter. Of course if you wanna have a fit, argue and pout and then have a visit from mister paddle, I'm game. I know I can't spank as hard as you but I'll put in that extra effort by going longer.. or you can look cute and shut up. honestly, I'm down for either." Des said cackling and making Tyler mew.
when Des got this evil it was always a mixture of love and fear.. while he tried to say he was a total top the truth of the matter was he was more and more becoming a bitch, hence letting her make him a dog and now.. apparently he was going to be 'enjoying' her diaper fetish for the next two weeks.
'only difference is while she wears for fun, your a pants wetter.' his brain chimed in.
With expert ease (making Tyler wonder if Malcore had been letting Des practice with his own baby boyfriend Josh) he found himself not only back in diapers for the first time in many years.. but triple diapered and in white diapers with a dog bone pattern on them.
"really?' he asked, huffing and blushing.
"Doggy diapers for a dog boy." Des cackled and then pulled out a black leather dog collar, with a custom dog tag.
'hi my name is Tyler! is found please return to-' and the rest included their address, even as the soon to be pamper pup squirmed.
"really? you think I'm gonna get lost?" Tyler asked dead panned.
"well sue me for not wanting to lost my widdle puppy wuppy." Des said and giggled, kissing his cheek and then after getting it around his neck, slid the the side. "alright pup, off the bed."
"..But I'm tired and want to sleep." Tyler said.
"So am I, dealing with a baby pup for a boyfriend is tiring." des said reasonably. "Now off of my bed."
"Ok let me rephrase this..where the HELL am I suppose to sleep then?" Tyler asked, sitting up and crossing his arms.
"you are SO lucky I'm too tired to punish you tonight. and you HAVE a bed." Des said, and then pointed to the corner where a bundle of sheets and old blankets that had looked like a pile of dirty clothes now in light of what she was saying took on form as a makeshift doggy bed.
"...you have to be kidding me." Tyler said and whined, even as his new found subby nature had him crinkling as he squirmed.
"not at all. of course if you prefer.. I had Malcore drop off a doghouse while we were out. so honestly..it's YOUR choice. do you wanna sleep in the corner.. or outside?" Des asked and smirked.
Tyler could of said fuck no, he was going to sleep in the bed. or just said he'd sleep on the couch. instead.. he got off the bed, and then whined and mewed coming over to des.
"Can I have a good night kiss first?" he asked in a small voice.
"kinda. I'll kiss your forehead. but mutts lick." Des said, almost glowing from her power over him.
Tyler sniffled, then lowered his head for the forehead smooch then returned the kiss with a quick lick on Des's cheek that she wiped off before he crawled into his doggy bed.
as she turned off the lights and drifted off to sleep the most damnable thing about it all for poor Tyler was just how fucking natural the doggie bed felt and how right it was as he quickly followed suite.
After having arguably the best night of sleep in his life, Tyler woke up to the sound of Des singing in the kitchen while cooking and the smell of something nummy wafting into his nostrils.
Rolling out of his doggy bed he wasn't shocked to find that his diaper had become bloated and soggy over the course of the night, poking the front of it with a finger.
"..I don't know whether to be disappointed that I'm such a bed wetter or shocked I didn't leak.. maybe this triple diapering thing is a good idea." He grumbled, and kept poking at the front of the diaper, looking down.
It wasn't till her heard Des clear her throat he realized that A) she'd stopped singing and B) she was leaning on the door frame, in a light pink top and a pair of baggy blue shorts, a spatula in hand and smirking.
"Awww is somebody having fun with him's squishy pampers?" She asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "If you wanna sit in your soggy pawpers for awhile I'm game, though if you leak.." She trailed off.
"NO! I want a diaper change!" Tyler squeaked out, cheeks going crimson and his hands darting away from the soggy padding.
"Heh.. Such a good puppy wuppy.. not even asking for undies during the day time, just clean diapies!" Des coo'ed, coming over and scratching behind his right ear.
Tyler tried to whine and huff, to go and point out he had known it would of been pointless.. but instead his touge hung out and his eyes rolled up as she went to work.
'stupid mutt instincts.' he thought, though he was glad for one thing.
if it wasn't for the fact his butt had been planted on the floor there was every chance he would of been wagging it right now.
One soggy diaper change change later and anther trifecta of pawpers as Des was calling them now (Because babies gets pampers, pups get pawpers hyuck hyuck) And Tyler was crawling on all fours to the kitchen/dinning room and was both disappointed and relived.
Des had a plate full of Bacon, waffles and scrambled eats while Tyler..had a doggie bowl filled with Milk and captain crunch.
"I was gonna go with puppy chow, and still could if I hear any bitching." Des said, as Tyler went to complain.
"Yeah right, you wouldn't DARE just try and feed me actual dog food!" Tyler huffed and sat up, crossing his arms.
"O rly?" Des asked, smirking and cutting off a piece of waffle. "You SURE about that mister back in diapers and being treated like a mutt?"
Her tone made it clear she was giving him a chance to stfu and just enjoy his human food in a doggy way but well, Tyler sometimes just never knew when to stop, and this would be one of those times.
"Yeah! In fact I'm gonna come over there an-" Tyler started to say, but cut off as Des sighed and pushed herself out of her chair.
Without a word she came over and picked up the dog dish and started to head for the bathroom.
"W-wait where are you going, I was.. H-hey! I'm sorry! bring back my cap'n crunch!" Tyler whined, scrambling after her on all fours.
"You were warned pup. I hope ending dog food for a day or two helps reminds you of who's the boss, and who's the diaper filling puppy around here." Des said, face looking mournful as she flushed his breakfast down the can, but her tone made it clear she was delighted he had chosen the hard route.
Tyler whined and whimpered, sniffling a little as he followed Des back out to the kitchen, getting head pats from her now and then and watched with dismay as she actually filled the dish up with puppy chow.
"Des...umm..Honey..sweetie?" Tyler mewed, making a face as she set the dish down on the floor and he leaned down for his first bite.
"Yeah Pup?"
"..Please tell me I'm gonna be allowed to brush my teeth after this." He whimpered
"heh.. Yeah ok. I'll allow that. I'm not a total heartless bitch.Just 90 percent." Des snickered and went back to the work of eating her breakfast while Tyler.. quickly learned that while he had thought about eating dog food once or twice.. the fantasy was better then the reality.
Des had to admit, she was for the most part loving having her man acting as her widdle puppy diaper bitch, and the site of him eating the puppy chow had been golden.
what wasn't golden was apparently the fucking stuff did NOT agree with his tummy! while he didn't have smelly puppy breath because of brushing and mouthwash, the little pup was dropping back door bombs like every 3 minutes, and they were clingers. even with the windows open the stink was staying in which made her choice in what to do next easy enough.
"Come on stinky, we're gonna work on your doggy tricks in the yard..before you start to peel the paint off of the walls." She said.
"Uhhh but I'm in just a t-shirt and triple diapers." Tyler said.
"And?" Des asked, grinning wide.
"We have neighbors!" Tyler squeaked out, a rumbling poot from the back of the diaper following his squeak.
"And we have a fence in the backyard.. Unless that's your way of say you wanna show off for the block." Des cackled, then gagged, covering her nose. "Gah! Christ dude!"
"Backyard backyard backyard!" Tyler cried out, apparently immune to his own fumes.
'Ok.. mental note.. no more puppy chow for him..' Des thought, then lead the way out the back door.
despite having tummy cramps and pooting up a storm (and despite what Des thought he could smell himself, just compared to her back door bombs he was a summer rose) Tyler had to admit that playing fetch and following Des's orders was kinda sorta maybe fun. Of course the head pats when he did every trick didn't hurt either.
"Alright boy, roll over! sit! beg! Play dead! Find Jimmy Hoffa!" Des rattled off a series of commands, with Tyler obeying till the last one and giving her a 'really?' look.
"heh, you were listening so well, I figured it was a worth a shot. c'mere." Des said and giggled, getting on one knee.
Tyler crawled over and she gave him a big hug while he licked her face, having a tender moment and making him feel warm all over, at least until a long wet fart escaped out.
"...Really dude? Mood killer much?" Des asked, pulling back, sticking out a tongue and holding her nose.
"Uhhh Des sweetie lover of my life darling.." Tyler said, sweat beading up on his forehead.
"Letttt me guess. you need to take a dump." Des said, sweat dropping. "Well, I was gonna make you use the diapers for everything, but in light of how toxic you've been I think I can make a excep-" she started to say.
By that point however Tyler wasn't listening anymore as on his haunches and arms in front of him he had closed his eyes and puffed out his cheeks, and was unleashing hell in the back of his diapers with little to no control.
"H-Hey! no! Bad dog! stop!" Des tried desperately, realizing for the first time just how much over her head she might be if she was expected to change stinky diapers.
with the way Tyler's diapers were ballooning out behind him she had a feeling it was going to be easier to just hose him off in the back yard then try and change him inside..then recalled that the water hose was in the front yard and whimpered.
with a series of final sputtering poots Tyler seemed to be done and patted loudly, his tongue hanging out and looking over to des.
"Oh..Oh boy..that's.. wow.. totally no more puppy chow for you.." Des said, holding her nose with one hand, but patting his head with the other. "Let's get you inside and changed.. maybe it won't be as bad as it looks."
55 seconds later as a cry of despair came out of there house, it was confirmed. it wasn't as bad as it looked.
it was WORSE.
The end
