Steele, the once-proud Alaskan Malamute sled dog turned sham, now sat on a changing table. He recalled a brief encounter with a Golden Retriever and Poodle. After the truth of what happened was known to his friends and supporters, those two appeared. 
The Golden Retriever offered to make things right. To make him the hero of this story. Before he had a chance to offer any type of answer, something hard hit him on the head. Now he was here, in this strange room with a more human-like body.
“Alright Steele, you’re gonna help us with some experiments. Now the first one-”
“Let me out of here!” Steele screamed. He ran off the changing table, banging on the glass. Rita pinched the bridge of her nose. They were wasting time with this needless prattle. She flipped a switch and Steele yelped.
A small shock from banging on the glass made him recoil.
“You’re not leaving until you do what we ask! Now be a good dog or I’ll let him make you his bitch.” On a screen next to the changing table, a bear of a German Shepherd is shown. Drooling and babbling nonsense, he humped a poor plush whale, thrice his size, to pieces. 
Not so surprisingly Steele returned to the changing table, waiting for orders.
“Alright, the changing table is a new product meant for fussy big babies. I want you to try your hardest to prevent yourself from being diapered. Fair warning, it’ll adapt and respond appropriately to your struggles," Rita, the Golden Retriever, explained. 
Steele laid down, relaxed. It didn’t sound too difficult. Just don’t get a diaper change.
Not too hard of a task.
Two mechanical arms with cartoonish gloves came out from under the changing table. One hand searched for a suitable diaper, the other grabbed changing supplies. 
Initially, Steele simply hopped off and walked away. A third arm sprung up, grabbing him by his tail. He’s lifted off the ground and dropped onto the changing table again. Steele would attempt to get off again but, another hand pushed him back onto the changing table.
One of the original hands unveiled a diaper. This one is decorated with wolf puppies pushing sleds. Seeing it made Steele’s blood boil. Those puppies reminded him of that bastard, Balto. 
Steele lunged forward, clamping his jaw around the metal arm. He tore it off, tossing the hand aside. 
Just like before, more hands sprung up. Four hands to be exact. Two grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to lay on his stomach. A third hand lifted his rear by his tail. Finally, the fourth one retrieved a paddle. Steele snarled and struggled to break free even slightly. However, the hands proved too strong for him.
SWAT!
He howled in pain from the first swat. The machine spanked him nine more times, ending with tears in his eyes. Not from the pain though, just the sheer embarrassment of his situation.
Steele’s turned over onto the soft padding of his diaper. Using his tail, he smacked it off the table. He smirked, taking some satisfaction in this slight victory. 
Not that it meant anything. Amongst the five available hands, two pinned his legs to the table. Then among the remaining three, one slid a diaper, identical to the first one, underneath him. His tail is quickly fitted through the tailhole to prevent him from knocking it over.
A wipe is taken to Steele’s crotch, the canine averting his eyes away from a growing erection.
“This is humiliating,” Steele mumbled. The wipe is discarded and a pair of scissors are visible. Steele tensed up, watching the scissors lowering to his crotch in slow motion. He felt a surge of adrenaline renewing his efforts to escape. Unfortunately, despite all his struggling and squirming, the hands still wouldn’t bulge an itch.
He relaxed after seeing the scissor cut a few slits into the diaper. He glared at Rita and the poodle through the glass. Though without the intercom, he couldn’t hear them but knew they were mocking him.
Something sweet smelling hits his nostrils, drawing his attention back to his diapering. His crotch was doused heavily with baby powder. The diaper is taped around his waist, a constant reminder of his situation.
He turned to his captors with a growl.
“How long was that?”
“A minute and thirty seconds until you couldn’t escape,” Rita’s voice answered. Steele glanced at his padding, annoyed.
“Alright, now what?” Steele asked.
If he could see Rita’s devious smirk, he’d have cursed her name immediately. 
Steele received his answer in the room of a second diaper, this one larger than his current one. He growled as he is fitted into a second diaper. A loud ‘chink’ sound is heard and all the hands retreat into their proper spot. 
With his freedom returned, Steele attempted to rip off both diapers. Though to his surprise, they were just as impossible to move as the hands. 
“Those diapers are specially made. Until you’ve used them enough, they ain’t coming off,” Rita explained. 
Steele scowled, getting on his feet. He wobbled a bit, unused to wearing thick diapers or diapers period. The canine fell over, catching himself on the changing table. He used it for support, eventually balancing himself on his legs. 
Again, he couldn’t prove it but he knew those two were mocking him.
“Now what?” Steele asked.
A panel door opened as if answering his question. Steele walked towards it, eventually enveloped in complete darkness. Bright lights came on, Steele shielding his eyes. When his eyes adjusted, he saw he was trapped in a cylinder closet. Surprisingly, it was quite spacious. 
Rita’s voice came on over the intercom, “There are two more products I need to test and you’re good to go. Right now, you’re in an auto closet. It’s gonna dress you up in whatever outfit you want.”
Hearing that brought on Steele’s usual charismatic smile. Oh, the ideas he had in his head of what to wear were numerous. Though before he could give any further thought, Rita announced, “But I’ve already decided on your outfit. I think you’ll get a good kick out of this one.”
Steele looked at his diaper with a snarl. He doubted he’d approve of whatever Rita had in mind. 
Not that he’d get a chance to see it right away. Two mechanical arms tied a blindfold around his eyes.
“Ah ah ah, no peeking. I want to see your genuine reaction to this.” Rita announced. 
Three chambers opened behind him, a mechanical arm equipped with a spray nozzle came out. His back is sprayed with fur dye. He flinched from the coldness of the fur dye. Shortly though, the spray warmed up to body temperature.
Three more chambers open up, this time in front of him, a hand coming out of each. His blindfold is loosed enough for the hands to work. Two hands open an eyelid open so a contact lens can be fitted onto his right eye. The same then happens to the left eye. 
Steele had hoped to catch even a glimpse of what color his fur had been painted. Yet, the autocloset’s appendages were positioned in a way he couldn’t see it. The back of his blindfold is lifted slightly to spray the remaining parts of the back of his head.
“Raise arms,” A voice, one different from Rita’s, ordered. Steele reluctantly raised his raised as he’s fitted with a sleeveless top. 
“Step forward.” Steele did as instructed, moving forward slightly. Something slid up his lower half, stopping just above the waistline of his diapers. If Steele had to guess, it definitely wasn’t pants. 
He didn’t have time to linger on it. A whooshing sound accompanied by a panel door opening in front of him. Mechanical arms push Steele through it, shutting the door once he left.
A pair of paws undid his blindfold. Steele gazed upon himself in a mirror, gasping at his new appearance.
If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe a male Jenna wearing a sparkly pink cheerleader outfit was staring back at him. To add further insult Balto’s face was printed on the cheerleader’s top chest. Along with it are the words ‘Go Balto, GO!’ written above and below Balto’s face.
It was impossible to tell if this was some sick joke or cruel irony. Not that it mattered. Another surge of adrenaline came, Steele gripping his outfit tightly. 
Rita and the black Poodle side-eyed each other. Both smirked.
Everything was going as expected.
Steele tore off the cheap fabric of his outfit. 
“Am I some kind of joke to you two?!” Steele snarled. Jennifer and Rita nodded. Rita quickly pressed a button on the control panel, Steele falling through a trapdoor.
“The perfect joke.” 
xxx
Steele landed on a hard metal floor. He’d never admit it but, he was grateful for the extra padding his diaper provided. It greatly softened his landing. He stood up, struggling to maintain balance.
Suddenly, the ground started moving. 
Gears and machinations off-screen started moving. Mechanical tendrils ensnared around his legs and arms. Steele growled menacingly before giving out a defeated sigh.
Rita had already proven her superiority over him. Lowering his head, he accepted whatever humiliating fate awaited him. He briefly got a glance at what awaited him. 
A plush suit of Jenna dressed the same as he was earlier with an even larger diaper taped to it. It sat upright with a smiling face. In its front paws were a pair of pom-poms. Seeing it filled him with a sense of dread.
Maybe I should've kept the other outfit.
Steele’s arms are pinned to his shoulders by a pair of thick rings. His feet were restrained to his rear. Held up by sides, he’s lowered into the plush suit. His legs went in first, followed by his arms. Before his face was pulled inside, he looked up to a nearby security camera. Knowing Rita was watching this, he let out one final desperate plea.
“Let me go,” he whined to Rita and Jennifer. Not that either heard or cared about his struggles. Straps shot out from the plush suit head around Steele’s head. He tried pulling his head away, his final act of desperate resistance. However, once the straps were tied securely around the back of his head, it was over.
The straps took on the shape of a pacifier muzzle, all Steele’s protests and complaints rendered near-mute. Completely mute after the plush suit is zipped up. A padlock is put on the zipper to prevent any possible escapes.
Steele, trapped in the Jenna plush, was wheeled out before Rita. She lifted him, smiling a dark grin.
“Perfect. What an adorable gift for my brats.” There was a gleam in her eyes that made Steele uncomfortable. Through the suit’s eyeholes, he saw plenty of reasons for him to worry on the table.
A box with a ripcord. Various tools, including a buzzsaw and pliers. Vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs. There were other tools, many of which he didn’t recognize.
“There’s a lot of time between now and Christmas. I want my babies to have the best toy Momma can make for them.” 
This bitch is insane! Steele squirmed inside his plush prison. Not that it gave him any leverage in his attempts to free himself. To anyone looking, it was impossible to tell if the plushie was struggling.
“Don’t worry, Jenna. You won’t die. But, by the time I’m done with you,” she released him from her grip. Suddenly, a gust of air came and kept him off the ground. As both are headed to the table, Rita remarks, “you’ll be the perfect plushie.”