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The characters featured in this story are anthropomorphic foxes.

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It was the middle of winter. The school year was in full swing, but Gregory was no longer enrolled in his elementary school, and he never would be again. Owing to several repaid favors from local authorities, Gregory no longer existed in the legal sense. He was stricken from the record... a dead boy walking.

In truth, of course, Gregory was alive and well.

And he was right where he belonged. Permanently now.

Gregory sat on the floor in front of me with his mittened hands up like a puppy, begging to worship my smelly socks for the third time that day. He was insatiable at times. But I couldn't complain. I loved seeing him below me, gazing up adoringly with his big blue eyes, pleading with me to allow him to serve me.

"You really like my socks today, don't you, baby?" I teased him as I kicked up my feet on the ottoman, making my filthy white socks rub against each other tantalizingly.

"Daddy, please... I need to worship you more..."

He was so eloquent with his words. I didn't think it was possible for a 7-year-old to speak so beautifully, but he did. His every word dripped with longing for my attention and affection. He would do anything to gain it.

He was a very different boy to the one I knew several months ago. It was almost hard to recognize him sometimes. He had become a completely new creature in the last few months. He was always so eager to please me now.

Every false promise I made him. Every faint glimmer of hope I allowed him. Every token reward I'd given him for serving me unquestioningly.

Each was a peice of a larger effort. An effort which culminated in his transformation. A transformation that was now complete. I had destroyed him, and he had risen from the ashes. He was now mine, body and soul. He would live in this house and serve me for the rest of his life.

"Of course you need to worship me, baby. What kind of a daddy would I be if I didn't allow my little boy to show his devotion to me?" I sweetly cooed at him with a big grin.

His face lit up at the decision, and I smiled wider at his genuine excitement. Immediately, he laid his hands on my ankles and kissed the arches of my socked feet enthusiastically. It felt so good to see him so happy and grateful to be here with me. 

Over the course of some thirty minutes, I stroked my rigid member while he degraded himself in front of me. Each little moan or huff that escaped his lips only excited me further, and soon I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

I commanded him. "Come, piggy. I have a treat for you."

Giggling and snorting, he crawled over to my awaiting boner and opened his mouth wide in anticipation. I guided my cock into his mouth, and he eagerly began to suck on it. His tongue swirled around my glans, and he even managed to take most of my length down his throat without gagging. He was such a quick learner.

His pace increased as he bobbed his head up and down on my shaft, and after just a few seconds I began to feel my impending release. I held his head in place as I thrust my hips forward, fucking his mouth with my cock. His cheeks bulged, and we both moaned in pleasure as the first wave of cum erupted into his maw.

The hot semen ran down the back of his throat and coated it with my love. I kept his head firmly in place as I released my cum, and he swallowed every drop of it while continuing to slurp on my shaft. When I was done, I pulled my dick out of his mouth and he looked up at me with eyes watering happy tears.

"Thank you, daddy~" He sang with a big dopey smile. "I love you~"

"I know, baby. I love you more." I said as I wiped the remaining cum from his bottom lip. "Now, come give me a some love." I commanded.

Gregory crawled up into my lap, and for the next hour we exchanged long passionate kisses, feeling each other up and enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. I played with his hair, caressed his face, and squeezed his plump little love handles. I took great pleasure in how he squirmed under my touch.

Following the session, I decided that it was time for bed. It was only 8:30 in the evening, but ensuring that Gregory had sufficient time away from me was crucial at this point in his conditioning. He needed plenty of time to think about his place.

As a reward for his very good behavior earlier, I gave him a choice. Either he could have a bottle of chocolate milk before bed; or he could have his poopy diaper changed right then, instead of in the morning like usual.

Being the silly little glutton that he is, he chose the former. I was pleased with his answer. He had been doing so well lately, but I had to be careful not to spoil him. With my back turned to him, I infused his bottle of milk with a dose of laxatives.

His satisfaction rang out as he drank the entire thing in one long motion, greedily lapping up every ounce of the sweet liquid. I was sure that he would be too busy thanking me for the delicious treat to care about any side effects.  My left hand hefted the weight of his heavy diaper against his groin, while my other rubbed his tummy, all while I praised him for his healthy appetite.

With a cute little belch, he signalled that he was finished. I scooped him up and gently carried him in my arms to his room where I placed him on his bed. The straps were all secured without incident and soon he was tucked in under his thick blankets for the night.

As I turned the baby monitor in his direction, I heard him begin to drift off to sleep. I smiled to myself and flicked off the lights. The darkened room allowed a beam of light from the cracked door to fall upon his face, and he was smiling.

I shuffled out from his bedroom to retire to my own, leaving him alone with his dreams. As I closed my door behind me, I could hear the sound of his soft breathing through the monitor. I stood there for a moment listening to the rhythm of his breaths. Slow, steady, undisturbed.

Picking up my phone from my desk then flipping through a playlist of my own creation, I selected a lullaby to play through the bluetooth speaker on his dresser. The gentle melody carried through the monitor, and I hummed to myself as I saw him lying there in peace. Helpless like a little baby.

I sat in my desk chair with a sigh of contentment and decided to use the computer for a short while. There were myriad videos and photos of Gregory in my folders, and I flipped through them excitedly as I fondled myself through my pants. My penis sprung to attention under my hand and I proceeded to edge myself for a couple hours while browsing my collection.

It was then that a rustling came from the baby monitor beside me. Gregory had awoken and was now struggling to reposition himself. The laxative must have been taking effect. Grunting and huffing accompanied the sounds of his movements, and I could tell that he was trying to make room in his dirty diaper to poop himself again.

Sure enough, I began to hear him grunting louder and harder. Moans of relief as he farted and let the mudslide flow from his hole. I jerked my cock faster at the sights and sounds he was providing me. I was close. Very close. But I wanted to save my load so that he could slurp it up for his breakfast in the morning. I stopped stroking and waited until he had finally settled himself back into his bed. 

I praised him through the monitor. "Good boy... Now go back to sleep, honey."

He made no reply, but I knew that he would obey. That's what he did best. He did exactly as he was told. And he did it willingly. He was a good boy. A good boy who would never disobey his daddy ever again.

***

Birds were chirping outside my window as dawn broke over the horizon. It was much earlier in the morning than when I usually awoke. But I felt rested, and pulled myself out of bed to enjoy the extra time.

The house was quiet as I walked down the hall to Gregory's room and peeked inside. His eyes were still shut, his breathing was slow and rhythmic, and the babyish music continued to gently fill the room. I smirked at the peaceful scene and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee.

As I sipped my brew, I turned on the TV and settled in to relax. Not a peep was heard from Gregory all the while, as I surfed the channels to find something worth watching. Morning television was mostly the tail-ends of infomercials, which were admittedly somewhat entertaining in their own right. But after a short while, it was going on 7am, and it was time to rouse Gregory.

I grabbed a baby diaper from his supply and made my way up the stairs. The baby melodies echoing out of his room grew louder as I approached, and I opened his door slowly to avoid startling him. He was laying on his back with his arms and legs spread out in bondage just as I had left him.

Stepping up to the bed, I gently rubbed his chest and spoke lovingly. "Gregory... Baby it's time to wake up. Time for your didee change..."

He found himself returning to consciousness, and he looked up at me and smiled. He was so happy to see me. 

"Did my stinky little boy sleep well?" I asked rhetorically. I knew he had trouble staying asleep in his mucky diapers. He was always forced to awake and hear the babyish music assaulting his dignity, and feel the disgusting sodden heft around his waist before forcing himself to find sleep again.

In response to my greeting, he simply nodded at me and gave me a big toothy grin. I reached down and unbuckled the straps holding his legs in place. He remained still, such that I could administer his diaper change. He was very, very smelly. It was a wonder that he could sleep at all, with such a stench accompanying him all night.

I slid my hands down his chubby form and let the rest on his diaper's tapes. "Now hold still, my widdle piggy. Wouldn't want to spread your stinky mud around any more, would we?" I teased him as he lay there helplessly. Despite my mocking, he continued grinning and giggling in anticipation.

As I untaped his diaper and laid it open, a miasmatic odor wafted into the air around us.

"Peeyoo!" He chortled.

Shaking my head at his infantile interjection, I began wiping the filth from his bottom. He squirmed and huffed as I cleaned him, but I paid him no attention, instead focusing on my task. Soon, he was ready for his new diaper.

His face went flush upon seeing the clean diaper. Each morning was special to him since he only recieved one diaper change per day, and he knew he had a long day of serving me ahead of him once it was taped on. I slid the fresh padding under his pudgy butt and applied a liberal coating of powder, then pulled the front over his useless prepubescent dicklet.

As soon as I finished securing the tapes, he shuddered in anticipation of the treatment which was to follow. I secured his ankles back in his restraints, and tested the tautness of each strap holding him in place. He was ready.

"Now that we have you in a nice fresh didee, let's get to work filling it up!" I exclaimed, wiggling my fingers and closing in on him.

He squealed with laughter as I began tickling his belly and sides with my fingertips. He squirmed and writhed as I poked his sensitive tummy fat, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. Each morning before was much the same. I would torture him mercilessly until his clean diaper was soaked with his morning piss.

I moved my hands lower, and he squirmed even more as I assaulted his bare inner thighs. His laughing and squealing called to mind the first tickle session I ever put him through.

Several weeks ago, I had decided that my silly piggy didn't deserve clean diapers anymore. And so each morning from then on, I would torment him with tickles until his diaper was nice and wet. Not a single moment would be allowed for him to enjoy the cleanness of a dry diaper.

The first session was, without a doubt, the most I had ever seen him scream and beg. It was even more blood-curdling than the times when I had taken his ass to use as my personal fleshlight. He was driven feral by my torturous ministrations, and I drank deep of his fear. Not once had I ever explained what I was doing, or the reason for doing so.

Day by day, he slowly became accustomed to the tickles, and soon he accepted them as part of his daily routine.

Finally, sliding my wiggling fingers across the arches of his immobilized socked feet, I noticed him pissing himself. I grinned to myself and watched as the warm urine began to seep into the thick material of his diaper. I kept my fingers moving, and he continued to pee.

"Almost done, chubby cubby. Then we can go and have your very special breakfast! Does that sound fun?" I asked, continuing to rub his soft soles.

"Yes, Daddy." he replied, his voice cracking. 

I pulled my hands away from his toes, then stood up and stepped back to admire my handiwork. He was sweating and panting, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. 

Groping his wet diaper firmly, I could feel the warmth of his piss through the thick fabric. It was a wonderful sensation to feel his helplessness in a tangible form. The smell of his musky aroma filled my nostrils, and I could feel my cock grow in anticipation of his morning feeding.

Each restraint was unlocked easily enough, and I removed them all. Scooping him up in my arms, I carried him towards the kitchen with my hand against his bottom. As we made our way through the silent hall, he snuggled his face into my shoulder and hummed contentedly.

Each and every day began in such a way. And it was always a pleasure for me to start it off with a bit of humiliation for my Gregory.

A typical day. I would throat fuck him in the kitchen and feed him my hot cum as his breakfast. Later, we would go back to his room and I would fuck him raw in the ass while his babyish music played in the background. After that, I would let him play with his basic toddler toys for a short time, but once my refractory period was over, I fed him his lunch with a healthy helping of daddy's cum on top.

Instances of him filling his diapers uncontrollably were commonplace. Each time he did so, I rewarded him with some time bouncing on my lap. He had stopped trying to hold it in weeks ago.

He was hopelessly addicted to sniffing and worshipping my socks and feet. The disgusting smell turned something on in his brain and every chance he got, he begged for the opportunity. He had been trained to do so, and I had no intention of allowing him to stop.

Now... he was Gregory. My chubby piggy, my diaper boy, my tickle pet, my sock slave. He was mine. Truly and completely mine. No amount of reason or help would reach him in his current mental state. He was broken. He was free. He could go on living his life with me forever. I would never let him go.

Now, he loved me as I loved him.

And we could both finally be happy. Truly.

The End