Chaper 1- Asserting Dominance
Conor would pant softly as his lover would pull him through the front door of her home, his erect cock eagerly awaiting what was to happen in the bed room. Enter the young couple of Conor and Fyre. Conor was a 28 year old dragog, a rare species of dragon. Conor had the body of a canine, standing at 6'11, yet he had the tail, fangs, claws, and two horns on his head. Fyre was a 26 year old white skunk. She was 5'10 with perfect green eyes, and had quite the devious mind. After learning at age 14 that she could use her body and feminine charms to lure men in, it was a very scary day for the males of her town , because she used ever  oppertunity she could to forces her "lovers" back to mental infancy and turn their minds to mush, so she could enjoy the sight of them shitting their pants and helplessly drooling on themselves. 
"So, shall we get started, sweetheart?" She asks, grabbing his paw and leading him into the bed room, her tail wrapped softly around him, making him give a murr in delight, following her with trembling legs. 
"Alright.." He murmers, letting out a yelp of suprises as he's tossed on the bed. The bed had four crib rails that were completely lowered, making it look like any regular king sized bed, though as he looked around, he saw toys, a locked pantry, a  changing table, a boucer, a rocking cot, and a large pile of stuffed animals in the corner, the dragog not even thinking about why they were so big. "Do you have a baby..?" he asks, confused by the fact she never said anything about a child.
"Not yet..." she murmers, her fingers unbuttoning his pants and stripping off his underwear. She then preceeds to murmer as she lets her 36-D breasts explode out of the confines of her top as she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, then unbuttons her pants and kicks them off, showing that the skunk had been going commando, having no need for underwear. "But I will very soon. "She giggles out, with her tail moving under the bed and being inserted in a hole. She twists her tail and the crib bars spring up around the crib, standing at 6'5, there was no way they were leaving it. 
"H-hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" He squeaks out, her tail once again going into another hole , this time metal restrains jut out of the bed and clasp themselves over Conor's midsection, his ankles, and his wrists. 
"This isn't funny Fyre! Let me go!" He cries out, jerking his hands and feet against the retraints, though not even getting them to shake. Seeing as how he he was completely helpless, Fyre begins to move into her second phase of action.
"Now now..there is no need to struggle..why don't you just enjoy yourself? Even if you got free, I would kick your cute little ass all over the place.." She purrs out before using her tail to grab a bag that had been under the bed, previously restricted by the lowered crib bars. Pulling it up, Conor sees that it's a fully stocked diaper bag and begins to whine and protest, slinging horrible curse words at Fyre, which only made her giggle and click her tounge as she pulled out one of her pacifiers. "I don't think I want to hear your mouth anymore...so let's shut it up. " She hisses out, placing the pacifier in his maw. There was adhesive on the inside face plate that instantly bonded to his lips, and the pacifier nipple was coated in a powerful super laxative. "I think you'll find that pacifier quite unpleasant soon.." She murrs out, switching to a 69 position and putting her butt right in his face, lowering her face to his cock and running her rough tongue along his shaft, purring as she kisses the head. 

"I hope you don't mind a little gas.." She giggles out evilly, nestling the crack between her firm butt cheeks right on her nose, purring as she releases hot bursts of air from her rectum, with the stench burning the dragog's nose. "MMPH! MMPH!" He mumbles behind the pacifier, violently shaking and fighting the restraints as Fyre sighs in delight, taking the Dragog's cock in her mouth while the horrible stench from her ass brings tears to the dragog's eyes, Conor softly sobbing to himself as he continues to gyrate his hips. "Poor baby..do you not like momma's gas?" She teases, drawing out a large purple dildo from the diaper bag with her tail and waving it infront of Conor's face. 
"By the time I'm all done with you, your going to be a filth loving sissy diaper slave faggot. "She murmers, Conor helplessly screaming and writhing as he sobs relently, desperately wanting to keep his anal virginity, only to squeal like a little girl when Fyre forcefully shoves it in his ass hole, no lubricant, and absolutely no mercy. The poor dragog is cursed to lie there as  Fyre molests his ass hole, but the dragog found out something he never thought possible...he loved it. He loved the texture of the fake cock in his bottom loved how slutty it made him feel. 
"Does my widdle dwaggie like that?" Fyre cooes out, pumping the dildo in and out of his ass at a steady, slow pace now, getting an eager nod from Conor. "I thought so.." She nickers out, watching Conor close his eyes and suck on the pacifier willingly, taking in the laxative that had been coated on the nipple now. Minutes pass before the anal pleasure gets the best of him. The dragog bucks violently as his balls heat up, and his shaft begins to swell, a pint of cum exploading from his cock head, splatting all over the wall and all over himself, Fyre taking the oppertunity to take a small sip, as though it were a waterfall, the dragog completely exhausted from his orgasm. Being completely drained, and too weak to even move, Conor doesn't even make an attempt to stop the shit storm that comes next. With a loud gargle from his bowels his ass hole opens up and begins to spew warm, wet filth all over him and the bedding underneath him, the warm filth piling up.
"Tsk tsk...seems you need diapers after all.." Fyre teases, watching Conor lie there and pant softly with a crimson blush on his face. "Now..for the finishing touch.." Fyre giggles out, lifting her tail. "I want you to meet my magic spray...it will cause your body to act in accordance with what I want you to become; A sissy diaper slut; while your mind is free to think what it wants. You'll be watching yourself do things you really don't wish to do, that is until your mind eventually regresses too! "she giggles out, Conor wishing he could move to try to fight back..though with the restraints, it wouldn't matter, even if he was exhausted. With a smirk, Fyre raises her tail, and, just inches from Conor's face, sprays him. A wafting pink mist surround his face, and as he helplessly shakes his head back and forth, trying to to breath, it still works its way into his nasal passage and mouth, and begins to immediately take effect. 
"Let's see if it worked, shall we?" She murmers, sticking her tail back under the crib and into both holes ,freeing him from the restraints and letting down the crib bars from around them. Conor whimpers and attempts to stand, though with a simple "Kneel and bow" command from Fyre, his knees buckle and he instantly falls to his hands and knees and pushes his butt in the air, his head down as he unwillingly bows before his mistress, his mind racing. ~Fuck! What the hell have I gotten myself into?!~ he thinks to himself, tears welling up in his eyes as Fyre lovingly strokes his head. "That's a good boy..now..clean up your mess!" She orders, Conor obediently opening his maw and mushing his face into his warm pile of filth, taking bites out of the mess and swallowing  it without hesitation. ~NO! I CAN'T DO THIS! I CAN'T EAT MY OWN SHIT! IT'S HORRIBLE!~ He wails out mentally, eventually cleaning every speck of shit from the sheets, and then sucking any of the juices he could out of the matress. 
"That's a good boy, now lie down." she purrs out, stroking his tummy, getting a soft giggle in response. "Spread your legs and lift your butt!" She murmers lovingly, watching Conor lie on his back and lift his legs and his butt, the dragog reaching for his feet and bringing them to his maw where he can suck his toes while mommy does her work. Fyre pulls out a diaper, wipes, baby powder and then pulls out a nice bottle of oil.
"It's time to get little Conor all diapered up!" She murrs out, tenderly wiping his bottom and cleaning off the filth from his rump, then applies a liberal amout of powder and oil, before sliding the diaper on his rump. "Time for babies first adult diaper! "She cooes, bringing the front of the pawpers diaper over the front of his crotch for the two sets of tapes in the back and the front to meet before sonnecting them to the diaper and patting his crotch. The diaper was hot pink and at least a foot thick, meaning the dragog's legs were spread apart horribly, with small kittens using their diapers on the front. ~I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you, bitch!~ Conor says in his mind, snarlign on the inside while his exterior was giggling like mad as mommy blew raspberries on his tum-tum. 
"Now, for the finishing touches.." She snickers, gently slipping his feet in soft pink booties and locking them around the ankles, assuring he couldn't even waddle without hilariously slipping from the slickness of the floor. Then came the mitten's which were locked around his wrists, denying him access to hold onto anything, assuring he couldn't get into anything Fyre didn't want him getting into. 
"Let's see what's missing...? Oh! I know! A onsie!" Fyre giggles out, trotting to the closet to grab a yellow duckie onsie that was missing the footies, and instead came with a hood that made him look like a big duckling. "In ya go!" She purrs, slipping him in thhe rediculous outfit, but as rediculus as it was, his body loved it and was eagerly nestling his head into the soft hoodie and closing his eyes. "Hehe...alright. 8 PM, bed time for baby. "She murrs, slipping a pacifier with a nipple coated in a slipping aid into his mouth before getting out and raising the crib bars once more. Slipping her tail through the bars, she covers Conor up and then puts on soft music, beaming at her new child. "Tomorrow, mistress is really going to have fun with you..so make sure to get plenty of sleep..good night..little baby. "She purrs softly, leaving the room, and leaving Conor to his thoughts..but it's not long before Conor is fighting sleep like a squirrel trying to fight a train.
~Fuck..you..I'll find someway to get you back....maybe...~ "He says to himself, his eyes quickly closing as he falls asleep, with his cock spurting warm urine that saturates his pink diaper in a deep yellow hue, sucking on his pacifier peacefully. Meanwhile, Fyre watches television, giggling evilly.
"Oh yes..were gonna have fun tomorrow..alot of fun indeed." She mutters, already thinking of what fresh hells to put him through, knowing it would be couple of days before her spray affected his mind. 
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Hey guys, thank you for reading part one of my three part story. I really hope you like it, and I'll get to working on the next part as soon as I feel like it, I promise. This first chapter was about asserting dominance, the next chapter will be about a day full of sexual activities and humiliating experiences, and the last chapter will be him struggling with the mental regression, with his complete mental regression at the very end. So I'll see you soon. (Hopefully).  Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. You can reach me on flist as Mistress neko, on here through pm's, on hotmail as Etherculex@hotmail.com , on yahoo as lunarnekogirl119@yahoo.com, and my AIM is the same as yahoo. Drop me criticisms, praises, suggestions, chat or roleplay, anything is fine. 
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								Neko.