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Commission for Thehumangenomeproject
Boston practically collapsed onto his bed, still dressed in somewhat unkempt lab clothes and sighed, barely able to muster the energy to wriggle out of the medical white overcoat and the rest of his clothes before crawling under his covers and curling up in a husky ball of white and silver fur. It had been another of the dreaded sixteen hour shifts which came along every month or so, when some new, harmless strain of bacteria or whatever came into the lab because the media had foretold the end of all life on earth, and which forced the husky, along with the rest of the biohazard prevention team to work day and night, often forsaking sleep, to keep the world safe for another day! Yadda yadda yadda… It was all nonsense and Boston knew it. More than once he’d considered quitting and finding a job in the private sector, where unions limited workweeks to forty hours and he wouldn’t have to worry about it, but, right then, he just wanted to make a nest out of his sheets and bedding and not come out again for a month.
And that’s just what he did. Maybe for a long, restful period of nine or ten hours, but he did nonetheless, and, when he finally woke up, he knew right away that something was different. The white and silver husky’s eyes danced open, feeling warm, cozy, and well rested, but nonetheless a bit different than before, tingly, so to speak.
“Good morning, puppy, I see someone’s a sleepy butt this morning. You rarely ever get up past six, but I think that’ll change soon enough,” the warm, playful voice of Boston’s roommate said with a chuckle, and Boston sat up immediately, feeling something weirdly thick and snug between his legs.
“Ryan? What the heck are you doing in my room?” Boston asked, more confused than angry as he sat up to find Ryan, another husky like himself, smiling down at him from his office chair. With surprising speed, he thrust out his hand at Boston’s muzzle, popping an adorably childish blue pacifier past his lips and into his mouth, quieting him down for as look as it took for Boston to recoil and spit it out. “Ah! Bad puppy, we don’t use that language in this house.”
“What are you doing?” Boston asked, pulling the blankets off of him and, somewhat belatedly, realized that his comforter had been replaced during the night, and he was now sleeping on a bed that was decorated with cartoony dalmatians and other childish prints, but that didn’t even come close to compare to what he saw underneath the sheets. Taped up around the husky’s waist was a thick, blue and white diaper that was fit for a preschool. Adorable prints ran up and down the crotch and the plastic leak guards around the legs crinkled whenever he moved. The silver husky was dumbstruck, looking between the diaper and Ryan and shaking his head in confusion. He reached down to tear the tapes and escape the rustling, infantile thing.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ryan said, sitting back in Boston’s computer chair and looking generally in control, perfectly comfortable in his domination of the other husky, “If I see you out of diapers from this point on without permission, I’m going to start posting pictures all over the Internet where anyone who knows you can see them. Pesky cyber bullying, eh?”
If it were realistic, Boston would have looked even more confused by that statement, the idea that his roommate, who had, up until this, been perfectly nice, if distant, was blatantly blackmailing him back into puppyhood was beyond even his considerable processing power. “Y-you can’t be serious…” Boston said, pulling the sheets over his crotch to hide the humiliating pamper beneath them, “You took pictures of me while I was asleep?”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” Ryan said, inspecting some nonexistent dirt underneath his nails before smiling and taking out his phone. From a safe distance, the husky watched in dismay as Ryan cycled through a dozen digital photographs, ready to upload to facebook at a moment’s notice, all of them of the silver canine wearing a childish diaper, sucking a pacifier, and curled up on the cartoonish sheets. How did he get this on me while I slept? Boston asked himself quisically, a queer sense of dread filling his belly. “I’ve had enough of you working insane hours, getting yourself stressed out to the bone and never taking any time off. You need to chill out, and, since you certainly can’t manage that on your own, I’m going to be taking charge of you myself. From now on, you’re my puppy. I expect to see you in diapers around the clock. Disobedience will incur a punishment, which will scale in fair proportion to the offense. Am I clear?”
He wasn’t clear. Not at all. Not to Boston, who was still sitting there, blank faced, not yet fully convinced this wasn’t a joke, and he subconsciously started to squirm, his full bladder after a long night’s sleep begging for release. “Ryan,” Boston eventually said, trying to take all of this in, “This is… rediculous… You can’t do this, it’s blackmail. Do you want to go to jail?”
“Tell me, puppy,” Ryan said, perfectly confident as he sat back in the chair, “How would your boss react to getting sent pictures of you in piddle pants? How about your parents? Or that pretty lab tech you always dote over? How would they react to finding out you’re just an overgrown piddle pants puppy?”
“That’s…” Boston said, but trailed off as he took in the threat he’d just received, “Ryan, you dick! How’s it any business of yours how many hours I work? I don’t like it any more than you do, but I’m not about to submit to blackmail!”
“Yes, you are,” the other husky said, chuckling as he stood up, “You don’t have a choice. It’s submit or burn. Do you really think a high profile agency like the one you work for, or any alternative in the private sector would take you seriously with a scandal like that under your belt? No, you have to do what I say, because the alternative is much, much worse. Now unless you want to go for walkies in nothing but a diaper and a onesie, you’re going to stop questioning me and keep your cute little muzzle shut while I make your first bottle.”
Boston gaped, barely able to grasp the idea of being paraded around in public like this, if that’s what he meant, more than enough incentive to shut him up. The husky watched Ryan get up and walk away, chuckling a bit to himself, and just stared blankly down at the diaper between his legs, fully increadulous that this was actually happening, let alone to him. And what was that he had said, his first BOTTLE?
Ryan cut off Boston’s line of thoughts by returning a few moments later, carrying nothing but a huge, oversized infant’s nursing bottle, full to the nipple with milk. He sat next to Boston on the bed, perfectly casual, and put an arm around the other husky’s shoulders. “Come on, puppy, it’s time for milkies,” Ryan said, trying to push Boston down so he lay like a baby across his knees. Boston resisted.
“No, Ryan. This is rediculous! Let me out of this!” Boston said, starting to sound more like a fussy child than an independent adult, and moved his hands down to tear the diaper off with finality, even if that would leave him naked in front of his roommate, but Ryan slapped his hands away deftly and gave him a glare.
“What did I say about touching your diaper without permission, Boston. One more time and that cute girl from the office gets to see just how helpless of a pup you are.”
Boston squeaked, ears laying as his tail went between his legs. Wouldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let that happen, even if it meant enduring… This for a while, whatever this was supposed to be. He sniffled at just the thought of that, “P-please don’t do that…” He said, looking greatly submissive now that dominance had been established, and Ryan worked his hand up to Boston’s flattened ears and scratched him. It felt good, and the husky relaxed a bit, even given the circumstances.
“I won’t,” Ryan said, Boston still energetically squirming to keep from wetting himself, “As long as you stop wriggling around, and use your diaper right now.” There was a note of finality in his voice, and Boston immediately knew there was no use begging or arguing. It was one or the other, and, if he wet himself here, in the comfort of his bedroom, nobody else would ever have to know, right?
With a whimper, Boston released his bladder with a great deal of reluctance. There was a lot of foreboding going on right now, like he was submitting not to this one act of regression, but to the idea of regression in general, and, his control established, Ryan knew he had accomplished exactly that. Canines were so conveniently easy to control, if you only knew how to do it.
Once again, Ryan tried to slowly lower Boston down into his lap, and this time met no resistance, “There’s a good boy… There’s a good puppy,” the dominant husky said, looking down into Boston’s watery eyes, and gently adjusting him so he was squarely between his legs, then held the bottle’s nipple up against Boston’s lips and watched him blush and look away, even as his diaper slowly grew warm and squishy between his legs.
“P-please…” Boston started to beg, but, as soon as he opened his mouth, Ryan popped the nipple firmly inside and held it there against all attempts to dislodge it, even squeezing a bit and squirting a bit of the warm milk into his mouth. With a long whine and a last, desperate look at Ryan, Boston started to slowly suckle. He wasn’t very good at it, yet, but that would come in time. Right now, it was his submission that was important, and he was submitting quite well.
Ryan kept up his constant stream of puppy talking as Boston slowly sucked down the bottle of milk, one suckle at a time, and somewhat casually got out his phone in the middle of it and held it up to look down on both of them, “Smile for the camera, Puppy,” Ryan said, and watched Boston look up with horror as he snapped three pictures, his head shaking wildly, though he didn’t resist beyond that.
“N-nu pictyus…” Boston managed, a little milk dripping down the side of his muzzle as he tried to talk, and sniffled some more.
“Well, how am I supposed to remember my precious little pup’s first milkies if I don’t have pictures,” Ryan said with a giggle, nosing at the top of Boston’s head as he went back to suckling, if only for the comfort it gave. “Welcome to your new life, Boston. This is how things are going to be from now on. How was your bottle?”
As he finished, belly bloated from the half gallon bottle, Boston groaned and tried to curl up, and thus avoid answering the question, but Ryan persisted.
“Well, since you’re too sleepy to answer my questions, maybe I should put you down for a nap before changing your diaper,” Ryan said with a giggle, moving his hand down to the husky’s belly and scratching him there, too, enjoying the soft fur under his paws, and wondering how much softer it would be after a few months of kid’s shampoo and a proper diet of food, sleep and exercise. Puppies needed their fourteen hours, of course.
“N-nah puppy…” Boston grumbled, averting his eyes from Ryan’s in submission as he was gently lifted up and rocked like a pup. As a lab tech, Boston had never exactly been that big, so to speak, so it wasn’t much trouble at all for Ryan to rock and coddle him. Puppy had been one of his high school nicknames, and it put Boston in a distinctly powerless state of mind leftover from those years. This elicited a chuckle from the other husky, who felt that Boston was being quite too much of a sad puppy today, and decided to cheer him up by restraining his knees with one arm and tickling his feet mercilessly with the opposite hand.
“Tickle tickle!” Ryan said, hearing Boston eek helplessly and start to wiggle and kick as his hands danced mercilessly over the other husky’s ticklish paws.
“H-hey!” Boston squeaked, trying to wriggle his way out of the grip but Ryan had timed it well, and had a firm grip on the diapered canine’s legs, so wiggling was about all he could do. The muscle relaxants that Ryan had ever so subtly introduced into Boston’s body via the bottle, and the powerful diuretic that had gone in alongside it, worked together to eventually turn the other husky’s squirming and giggling into whimpers as, once again, he lost control of his bladder, this time unwillingly, and his already soggy diaper strained to keep up with the second accident. “R-Ryan… that wasn’t nice!” Boston pouted, crossing his arms as his newly endowed daddy figure giggled, reaching over and playfully scratching his belly.
“Alright, piddle pup. I’m not sure if that diaper can handle much more. Now, would you like a fresh pamper, puppy? Or should I just slit it and put another one over top?” Ryan said, scooping up the smaller husky in his arms and turning him around so that he was laying on the bed, and Ryan was kneeling next to him.
“W-what?” Boston said, actual horror in his eyes. The diaper between his legs was already pretty bulky, giving the lie to what Ryan had said about it not being able to take much more. But being put in another one overtop of it? He’d be waddling like… like a puppy!
Ryan held up another diaper, which had the same sorts of repeating childish prints all over the front panel and butt, and slapped it down onto Boston’s chest so he couldn’t squirm too much. “Eh, I don’t feel like going the extra mile today. You’re going to have to really convince me how much of a helpless puppy you are, if you want me to change you properly.”
The silver husky whimpered, face going red at how far he’d been regressed in less than an hour, “B-but…” He whined, but Ryan was having none of that, and started unfolding the second diaper without first removing the first one. “I-I’m a helpless puppy!” Boston said, swallowing his pride in desperation to get out of the soaked pamper.
“Oh? Do explain in great detail just how much of a helpless puppy you are, Boston,” Ryan said, setting the diaper down again and watching Boston squirm.
“I-I…” Boston started, but it took a moment to get over how humiliating this all was, then continued, “I need big poofy puppy diapers… A-an I…” he trailed off, “I dunno! Why are you doing this to me…?”
Boston looked like he was almost ready to cry, and that elicited some pangs of sympathy in Ryan. He sighed, reaching over and scratching the whimpering overgrown puppy’s belly, deciding to take pity on him this time, since he was, after all, very new to being a pup. “Alright, buddy,” Ryan said, gently untaping Boston’s diaper with a smile, “There’s a good puppy, no tears. No tears, promise Boston?” With a whimper, the padded husky nodded, letting Ryan fold down his diaper between his legs, then blushed as he was left naked and looked away in shame, though it was quickly overcome by a strange, unique level of comfort as Ryan took a handful of wipes and slowly, affectionately cleaned him up. He hadn’t been in the diaper long, so cleanup was minimal, then he bagged the diaper and dropped it into his computer waste pail.
Smiling as comfortingly as he could, Ryan lifted up the reluctant puppy by his ankles and slid the fresh diaper underneath, tugging his curved tail through the hole and taping that up, then getting out the talcum powder and sprinkling some of it across his crotch, then, with a smile, a few puffs on his belly. He’d come to associate the smell with love and affection in time, but Ryan didn’t see any reason why not to start now. Boston looked surprisingly helpless as he lay there, face in a broad, pink blush, as Ryan finished with the powder and slowly folded the diaper up between his legs, covering him up and holding it snugly against the other husky’s belly before taping it snugly up around his waist and patting it comfortingly.
“Alright, little guy,” Ryan said, picking up Boston’s pacifier from where it had fallen on the sheets and offering it to him again. Seeking comfort in any place he could get it at this point, Boston opened his mouth and took the pacifier without a word, even suckling on it a little as Ryan pulled him into his lap once again, hugging the fluffy canine and cooing softly. There would be time to gradually stretch the husky’s limits later on, but right now he just wanted Boston to feel safe, comfortable and secure with him, that was the next natural phase now that he’d fully submitted, and was showing no resistance.
As it turned out, sleeping for ten hours wasn’t nearly enough to compensate for the deep, unyeilding fatigue that had settled in on Boston’s mind, and, exhausted on a trans physical level, the diapered husky drifted off almost immediately, wrapped in his new daddy’s warm embrace, and happier than he could ever remember.