“Mom I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m going to make it over there tonight. It’s already late and I am swamped.” David Sewell began. “But I’ll make it up to you this weekend Ok? Tell everybody I say ‘Hi’. Love you, bye.” After ending the phone call Dave shoves the phone into his backpack and impatiently waits for his subway stop. After having to stay overtime at work and with a term paper awaiting completion the diligent student prays for the rest of the night to go smoothly.

Dave’s subway car then grinds to a slow and unplanned stop. He and the other passengers look toward the front of the car quizzically. 

“I’m sorry everyone. This car is having some technical difficulties. A truck is coming out to look us over. I’m going to open the doors. You can depart if you’d like or wait for the truck to arrive. We apologize for the inconvenience.” The crackling speaker voice announces.

“Oh goddamnit!” Dave blurts. Thankfully the train car is scant blocks from his apartment so he opts to walk. The families and less able passengers take seats as Dave and a dozen others angrily head for the doors. Grumbles and cusses escape the mouths of all. As the student steps into the frighteningly cold January gusts a buzzing in his pocket alerts him to a text message. ‘Tessa: Hey D, can I see you tonite? Miss you!’ Dave groans at the message and with great disappointment replies that he will be overwhelmed with school-work for the night. He power-walks home with eyes and nose dribbling mucus due to the cold.

Dave buried himself in work that night. He set aside all distractions and brewed fresh pot of coffee to get the job done. Once when his term paper was nearly completed his supervisor sent him an e-mail requesting that he come in to work the next day, a day Dave was supposed to have off. He relented and after a small mental breakdown and some more coffee Dave’s work was finally complete. He groggily saved his progress and prepared for bed. ‘Fuck, what a terrible day.’ He thought ‘Some days I just wish I had no responsibilities at all.’ Finally the student took his well-deserved sleep. Though his night was plagued by nightmares.  Visions of a creature, a dog of man-like shape and proportion, stalked and menaced him. Its wicked claws and lifeless black eyes stirring a fear so grave it surpassed Dave’s comprehension.

Dave awakes feeling groggy and paranoid. Thankfully the nightmare phantoms of the previous night were only half-remembered and rapidly fading. Dave tosses and turns for minutes with eyes closed. He longs to simply forget his job and stay in bed, but his dutiful nature forces him to open his eyes and address the abnormal brightness imposing itself on his eyelids.

“Wuhh? Where… am ahh! Ahh! What, What the fuck?!” Dave shouts.

He realizes first that the room he is waking up in is not the one in which he fell asleep. His present surroundings suggest a baby’s bedroom. The wallpaper is purple. An open closet spills baby blocks and toy cars. A huge table in the corner of the square room serves a changing station well stocked with hugely thick diapers, baby powder, and for some reason, lubricant. The door is shut and Dave peers from between the bars of what appears to be a wooden crib sized for a full grown man. He can barely reach the tops of the bars.

Dave’s more immediate concern is related to his body. When he made to rub the sleep from his eyes his hand met a cold, wet nose and upon opening his eyes he saw a clawed and white-furred hand. After ripping the cushy, colorful sheets from his body Dave was terrified to find his whole body transformed. Looking over his broad, white muzzle he saw white fur covering every inch of his body. His legs have taken a digitigrade form. As he shouts in an unknown voice he manipulates his clawed toes to learn they are in fact his own. He is nude under the sheets aside from a single garment: A thickly padded diaper. Perhaps two.

“Ahhhhhhh, what the hell is going on?” Dave cries. Bringing his three-fingered hand to his muzzle he feels its sloped shape. Distraught Dave reasons that, for whatever impossible reason, he has become an anthropomorphic dog. He inspects his furred form groggily. Dave tugs at the warm diaper around his waist in shock. It crinkles loudly, but holds firm against his strongest pulls. Suddenly footsteps approach from outside the door. Dave covers his naked canine body with the sheets as the visitor unlocks the door from the outside. 

In strides a vaguely familiar character. It is another anthropomorphic dog. This one being much larger and more muscular. He wears shorts and a revealingly tight, pink t-shirt bearing the words “#1 Dad.” Atop his thick neck is a head shaped like Dave’s own, though this dog has black splotches around his eyes and his themselves eyes are wholly black. He has shoulder-length, wavy black hair and the dog’s black lower lip is enormously oversized. It puffs out and glistens lusciously. The visitor beams.

“Sounds like the baby is finally awake. How did we sleep Davey?” The dog asks in a cooing voice.

Dave remains frozen for a period before hazarding to open his muzzle and speak. “Wh—who are you? What the hell is happening right now?”

The visitor approaches on heavy, padding feet. “I am Grant silly. Your daddy? I heard you crying on the monitor so I came to get you for some breakfast. You must be hungry.”

“Dad, what?” Dave asks hopelessly confused.

“Listen. I heard your wish last night. You wanted to be free of responsibility. So I thought ‘What kind of person has no responsibilities whatsoever?’” Grant asks coyly. Dave is too stunned to respond. “Babies! And I’ve always wanted a son so this is perfect. You will play the baby and I’ll be your hunky, single dad.” Grant finishes by posing and flexing his sinuous arms.

“You heard my wish? What? Why would you change me into a dog... person? This isn’t what I wanted. Change me back!” Dave yells. Grant shakes his head causing his puffy black lip to sway.

“Sorry honey. I want to feel the joys of fatherhood. Besides now you won’t have any responsibilities at all. All you have to worry about is eating, sleeping, and making messes in your diaper.” Grant explains. Unsettling white distortions play in his black eyes. 

“I don’t know what you are you freak, but I’m not going to be your stinking baby.” Dave shouts 
indignantly.

“Oh you won’t?” Grant responds mischievously “That’s strange because you seem to be acting like one right now.” Grant points a claw at Dave’s lower portion as a hissing sound is heard.

“Huh? Ohhhhh, nooo.” Dave groans. He is helplessly wetting himself. He sits up and watches as his diaper begins to swell and yellow with urine. The diaper wells and bloats, but contains all of the waste. The diaper is soon wet and heavy. “C-can’t stop peeing.” 

“Yes Davey that is something babies have trouble with.” Grant stands next to the giant crib watching his unwilling ‘pup’ finish his wetting. When he is done Dave sits blushing and ashamed. Before he can react Grant lifts Dave into his strong arms and cradles him. The size difference between the two was not illusory. Grant is somehow twice the height and size of a normal person. With his strong build he seems like a true giant. The rest of the house presumably follows this scale forcing Dave to feel as though he is child sized.

“H-hey, let me go!” Dave pushes against Grant’s massive and iron-like pectorals but makes no progress. He tries to use his new claws to scratch Grant’s arm, but they too are useless.

“Ohhh, you are precious!” Grant says looking down at his hapless pup. Grant walks them out of the room and into the hallway. “Give daddy kisses.” Grant puckers his robust lip and smothers Dave with several wet smooches.

“Blech. Stop! Ack. Why is your lip so huge?” Dave asks.

“Oh this old thing?” Grant asks biting his canines over the plump, shiny lip. “All the best hunks have them!” 

Grant carries Dave into what appears to be a kitchen though to Dave everything is out of scale and disorienting. The entire house appears to be stereotypically idyllic with cozy furnishings and pleasant sunlight streaming through every window. As Grant takes a seat at the kitchen table Dave is continually pushing against the wall of Grant’s muscle. The larger dog only laughs in response. The smell of Dave’s wet diaper wafts around the pair.

“Alright, time for your milk hon.” Grant says.

“Arrgh.” Dave grunts as he struggles. “What milk? I don’t see any milk.” Smirking Grant draws Dave’s eyes to one of his erect nipples which tent poles under his tight shirt.

”Pahaha, you have got to be joking! You’re a guy. Forget you, unggg. Let me go!” Dave chuckles.

“I know how my own body works Dave.” Grant says as he tugs the bottom of his shirt above his sinewy pecs. A tender pink nipple peeks from Grant’s white fur and Dave’s laughter dies in his throat when he sees a dribble of milk escapes the teat. 

“Oh god. No. I’m not sucking your — Mmfff” Dave begins before Grant, with the huge leathery palm of his hand presses Dave’s reluctant muzzle against his nipple. As he does so some of the creamy fluid seeps into Dave’s shut jaws. His eyes widen. The smaller dog is astounded by the taste. It is flavorful, sweet, and it leaves his mouth tingling. From even the small amount he tasted his taste buds are ablaze with pleasure. Smiling approvingly Grant removes his mammoth hand from Dave’s head. 

“He-hey. This… is really good. Why does it taste so good?” Dave wonders. Escape is momentarily forgotten as Dave’s will wavers. He has to taste the milk again. Even if it means degrading himself beyond belief. He shuts his eyes and puckers his lips against the swollen nipple and begins to suckle.

His mouth is filled with Grant’s flowing masculine milk. It is warm and fills his body with a curious ecstasy. Eyes still closed he wraps his arms around the firm, bulging pectoral and sucks harder. Wet squelching sounds accompany his fervent drinking. He realizes that he was in fact hungry and he drinks his fill of his “daddy’s” nourishing milk. Grant watches with a genuine adoration. He caresses the back of Dave’s head with his giant hands and occasionally coos. 

“There’s a good puppy. Daddy’s got you.” Grant whispers to the helpless dog in his arms. He rocks him gently.

“I –shlp- can’t believe I’m –shlep- doin’ this. Just shho good” Dave groans between passionate lapping. 

“You know, I can’t either.” Grant muses “After all my milk does have laxative properties…” 

“Spffffff What!?” Dave yells. He spits out the milk in his mouth wetting Grants fur. 

“Darn I guess I forgot to mention that. It’s true. And given how much milk you just gulped down you are going to be needing those diapers again very soon.” Grant remarks off-handedly. His mischievous grin revealing that the ‘accident’ was anything but.

Dave can already feel the telltale rumblings in his stomach. He doubles over against Grant’s chest.

“Unng, you sick bastard.” Dave groans. Grant then crouches and places the smaller dog on the floor where he promptly clutches his chest. Foreboding farts begin to resound from within Dave’s already-wet diaper. “Oh god, I can’t hold it.” Dave says.

“No my little puppy. You can’t. And you never will again.” Grant says triumphantly as he bends to watch 
Dave’s misery.

When it finally comes Dave is entirely unable to hold back the flood. Farting and groaning is heard as the dog bends and shits in his diaper. It takes nearly a full minute for the brown tide to subside. When it does Dave’s diaper is now brown, sagging, and very stinky.

“Ohhhh god. Fuck. Don’t look at me!” Dave yells at Grant who is watching and licking his black lip in enjoyment.   

“Uh oh. Baby made poopies!” Grant calls in his baby voice. 

As Dave farts into his messy diaper he starts to pee again as well. The wet hiss causing poor Dave’s cheeks to flush red. He attempts to hide his face from an ever-watchful Grant who enjoys the entire situation immensely. Grant’s lip is pulled back to reveal a toothy and malicious grin. Dave wishes he could fade from existence. When Dave is finally finished with his business the diaper he wears is terribly swollen and cumbersome. It is a stinky and crinkling bulb around his waist. At a loss of what to do next Dave tugs at the slightly browned diaper. The stench in his unfamiliarly strong nose makes him recoil. 

“Good boy!” Grant says cheerily. “Who’s daddy’s stinky puppy?” Dave stands frozen in disbelief and humiliation. “That’s right, you are.” As the large dog says this he pokes Dave in the chest with a colossal hand claw causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto his padded bum. 

“Awwww gross.” Dave cries. The warm and smelly contents of his diapers press against his butt. The ever-present crinkling only further embarrassing the dog. Dave quickly rises to his paws, but the damage is done. “I hate you!” Dave yells.

“Geez you are so cranky Davey.” Grant says shaking his head disapprovingly. “I hope you don’t grow up to be a psychopath or something.” 

“You’re a psychopath!” Dave shouts. “And I’m already an adult you idiot.”

“Don’t you talk to your father like that!” Grant orders, wagging a meaty finger in Dave’s flustered face. Dave crosses his arms in a huff.

“Oh honey, my milk is all over your face. I’m going to get a towel to clean you up Ok? Don’t move.” Grant says. He stomps toward the kitchen cabinets.

Dave, feeling the first glint of hope since he awoke, quickly seizes this opportunity. Dave plans an escape. He thought he had seen a door down the cyclopean hallway. He decides that he will scan for open windows and other doors on the way to the known exit. Dave glances disdainfully at his sagging, stinky diaper. Before he makes his break he awkwardly carries the soiled garment. He tries his best to be quiet, but as he is entering the hallways the crinkling of the diaper gives him away. Grant’s ears perk up. Dave makes his loping run toward the door.

“Dave, don’t you dare.” Grant says loudly and sternly without turning around. “David I’m warning you. Come back here right now.” 

The smaller dog ignores and hustles toward the huge door. He will just be able to leap and turn the knob if he can make it in time. As he runs he wonders what he might do in the outside world. Thinking of Grant’s terrifying black eyes Dave buries the fear that there might not be an outside world to speak of. Grant doesn’t sound as though he is in pursuit. Dave finally reaches the door and prepares to jump and turn the knob. Before he can though he hears a snap of fingers and he falls to the floor. 	

“I warned you.” Dave fearfully turns his attention to the stairs to his left which Grant is presently descending. He hadn’t moved from the kitchen because he could be anywhere he wished. Dave witnesses a black, glowing corona vanishing from behind the giant dog’s back. A fearsome halo which is gone as soon as it is seen. Grant’s black eyes stare invisibly from within a shadow. Dave is petrified. “I didn’t want to do this David. Honestly. But babies who can’t follow daddy’s orders must have their walking privileges taken away.”

The smaller dog who is flat on the ground attempts to get to his feet and falls unceremoniously. After another failed attempt he manages to rise to his hands and knees and stands hobblingly. Dumbly he crawls. Grant continues his approach.

“N-no. No! Damnit, I was so close.” Dave cries as he attempts to speed away from his pursuer. He soon realizes the futility as he can barely crawl and because Grant is twice his size.

“Look at you now. Crawling like a useless, little baby.” Grant says dismissively as he tosses his wavy, black locks. “You know what else you get for breaking the rules? A spanking. Come here.”

Dave frantically crawls, but Grant scoops him into his arms and sets him over his muscular knee.

“I-I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me. Please!” Dave pleads. 

“How sweet.” Grant says in response before planting a sloppy kiss on the dog’s muzzle and then forcefully smacking his diapered backside. Grant’s massive hand slaps the entirety of Dave’s rear. The messy contents of the dog’s diaper slosh around messily. The stench that was contained in the diaper escapes as well causing a nauseating perfume to cling to the pup. Grant continues to spank and spank the misbehaving puppy who in spite of himself begins to whine like a dog. Dave is consumed with resignation. Spread on the muscular male’s lap and without even the ability to stand he gives up. 

“P-please stop… daddy.” Dave mutters, trying to hide his tears.

“Did you just call me daddy?! Aww honey that is adorable, thank you.” Grant’s formerly sinister face brightens. He stops his spanking and sits Dave on his knee. “I knew you’d come around.” The massive dog hugs the smaller tightly. Dave, wanting to appease his daddy, reciprocates. “I can’t stay mad at you. But Davey, His black eyes flash their frightening white nightmare shapes. “If you disobey me again, I will turn you into a baby for real.” 

Dave clings to Grant’s chest fur “I-it won’t happen again daddy. I promise.” He can hardly believe the words he speaks, but his terror allows him to overcome his shame. He will do whatever it takes to maintain what little control and dignity he presently has.

“There’s my baby boy.” Grant lifts his pup into his arms and walks him down the hallway. “Unfortunately daddy has to go to the gym now. See if I can find you another… father figure.” The pair enter Dave’s room. Grant coddles Dave a final time before laying him down in his man-sized crib. 

“Hey, daddy, when are you going to change my dia—Mmmp!” Dave starts to inquire before, with a finger snap from Grant, a pacifier suddenly appears in his mouth. It is attached to a strap which is slung tightly around his egg-shaped head. He tugs at it fruitlessly.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll get around to it sometime this week.” Grant replies casually.

“Hmmp?!?” Dave groans in reply. His diaper is already sagging and bulbous. Not to mention rancid smelling. The thought of having to live in it for a week almost drove him to contemplate escape again.

“Ok Davey now lie down!” Grant commands. Dave, against his will falls onto his back and the sheets of his bed magically move to cover his body. When he regains control of his body he finds that the sheets feel heavy as lead. He can barely move. His canine head thrashes above the covers as he whimpers and moans. 

“Good boy. Alright, one more kiss for the road.” Grant gives his immobile puppy a final kiss. “Sleep well 
honey. Bye bye.” The mammoth dog turns on his heal and sashays out of the room. Dave continues to struggle for minutes. Eventually exhaustion overcomes him. The embarrassment and horror of the morning had been overwhelming. Eventually he stopped struggling. He remembered fondly the addictive and creamy taste of Grant’s milk. By degrees Dave admitted to himself that the crib is actually quite comfortable, even factoring in the smell of his irremovable diaper. In his delirious fatigue he nearly decided that this life might not be so bad. The puppy drifted to sleep after wetting himself one final time with visions of his doting and terrifying daddy playing in his dreams.