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Careful What You Wish For
By Horatio Husky
Commissioned by Muarauder12
After revealing to his boyfriend a secret fantasy he’s always wanted to try out, Muarauder finds himself in the best position yet to fulfill his desires when his boyfriends receives an unexpected raise. Will he come to regret just how real his Daddy makes it feel?
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Chapter 1: The Nursery
Sunlight streamed through rosy, lace shades to illuminate the room that a timber wolf sat in.
The room itself displayed a marvelous combination of pink and white, from pastel-pink decorating the walls in luxurious swirls of vines and grapes to the ornate, white border that lined the floor and ceiling.
The nursery held everything that a baby girl might need. A large crib, with bars that could be raised up all the way to the ceiling, to a changing table displaying an impressive array of straps meant to protect its occupant from excessive squirming.
A rocking chair holding a large, brown teddy bear was situated next to the crib, with a pile of haphazardly placed story books nearby on the carpet.
At the base of the large, white crib, an enormous toy chest stood proudly. Its lid was open, displaying a plethora of stuffed animals that spilled out of it and onto the surrounding floor.
A plus-sized diaper pail, a large white closet, and an ornate mirror also stood in a corner of the room. The mirror was placed at such an angle that one could see oneself in the room and almost any point in the room, as was the intention.
A grand rocking horse could also be seen standing next to the doorway. Ankle and wrist cuffs were installed in its head and base, to ensure that whoever was currently sitting on the rocking horse would not be able to get off their ride without some adult assistance.
Lastly, on top of a large, plastic mat covered in designs of pink ponies and colorful rainbows stood an impressive playpen.
Its padded walls went up to five feet high with plenty of space inside currently taken up by stuffed animals, dollies, and a handful of plastic baby toys.
The gate to the playpen had a large, intimidating lock on the front. Each piece of furniture in the room displayed some measure of security. Be it an imposing lock, or a pair of straps, the entire room was designed to ensure that whoever was being held in the nursery would find it quite difficult to get out of whatever situation they might be placed in.
Currently sitting inside of the playpen sat the individual for whom the adult nursery was made.
Muaruader was dressed in what they usually wore at around ten in the morning. A large, pink diaper was hugging their midsection on full display, mittens, a t-shirt that was too small, and a pair of booties with spikes on the interior heel to prevent one from being able to support their weight.
Their girly undergarments were openly shown underneath their t-shirt, which just managed to reach down to their midriff.
The wolf was attempting to stack together large Lego blocks while struggling to properly grip the pieces through the thick, tightly buckled mittens that reduced his paws to almost useless appendages.
Muaruader’s nanny, a considerably taller-than-average female deer, had recently decided that the wolf’s mittens would now become a permanent addition to the wolf’s outfit.
Nanny always ensured that her little pup was properly mittened, as Muaruader had recently decided to attempt to take his diaper off in protest of his recent treatment.
His nanny would have none of this, and had decided if her baby girl could not be trusted to keep her much needed diapers on that she would simply have to lose privileges over her own paws, much to Muaruader’s great consternation.
A pair of plastic locking pants was also put on around his diaper, as if the pup needed any more security. In addition to all of this, a pacifier gag was snuggly secured inside of the pup’s muzzle to prevent any verbal protesting.
Lastly, the crown jewel to the pup’s outfit was hidden from sight. A small, stainless steel cage was wrapped tightly around the wolf’s bits and had been since the treatment had begun. A chastity tube had been installed which doubly served as a diuretic device as well as preventing him from getting hard.
Muaruader’s daddy had ensured that, in addition to a tube, the titanium piercings that decorated the outside and inside of Muaruader’s now useless member prevented any hope of the pup being able to get out of his current state.
This was the greatest source of the wolf’s frustration, as not having been able to properly paw off for over a year caused the sissy’s libido to constantly be soaring through the roof.
Pathetically, the wolf had tried to feel anything through the mitts, thick diapers, and cage, but the outfit strictly prevented any expression of erotic pleasure.
Feelings of shame and helplessness often pervaded the wolf’s mind when they thought about their cage, which consequently caused them to feel even more turned on, worsening the situation.
The positive feedback loop and being denied sexual gratification combined with the erotic nature of such a denial often forced the wolf into a sexual frenzy, desperately humping his plushies and his diapers to no avail.
Muaruader felt a warmth spread inside of his diaper, the only indication he now had to feel that he had wet his diaper.
Even though this now occurred several times a day, he still felt his cheeks begin to burn as he blushed.
When his permanent treatment began, his Daddy had decided to take a few liberties when it came to the puppy’s body.
One of these included a small surgical operation on the pup’s bladder, which made it so he had absolutely no control of when or where he urinated.
The diapers that hugged his butt 24/7 were not just there to embarrass the puppy and fulfill the desired fantasy of being treated like a little baby girl. Muaruader was fully incontinent, and actually needed to wear the diapers that caused the wolf to blush so profusely.
Not that the puppy would have had much choice otherwise, were he still continent, but the relative permanence of the surgery served as further fuel for his nanny to hold over him and use to tease him.
And boy, did his nanny tease him. It was not enough that he was completely and utterly helpless at the hands of his nanny and boyfriend, they also felt the need to continuously remind him of just how little control over his situation he had.
Just as he finished wetting himself, his ears perked up as he heard the tell-tale hoof clops of his nanny coming in to check on him.
He felt his gut twist, knowing that her overwhelmingly effective doting would no doubt cause him to feel further dominated and humiliated.
Soon enough, the door opened, and his nanny’s presence filled the room.
“I smell a wet diaper! Did my little baby girl have an accident in her pants? I bet she just couldn’t keep her diapers dry for more than an hour. She likes squishing around them so much!”
Withdrawing a key from her bosom, she slid it into the lock and deftly opened the door to the vast playpen, stepping inside and towering over her subject.
Muaruader looked up meekly, unable to respond because of the large pacifier bulb pressing down on his tongue and preventing any coherent speech whatsoever.
His nanny leaned down, pressing her hand against the pup’s padding and squeezing it, taking no notice of his muffled protests as she slid two fingers inside of the padding’s lining.
“My my, you’re one helpless, wet sissy baby alright. I think that diapers can use a little bit more punishment though. You still haven’t had your morning poop after all.”
She stood back up, an almost cruelling sweet smile playing across her lips as she bore down on the helpless wolf.
She leaned down, patting him on the head and saying, in a voice meant only for the littlest of pups.
“There, there. Nanny will change you out of your diapers soon enough. Now be a good little dumb baby and clack clack clack your plastic blocks while Nanny goes to fix herself up a spot of lunch.”
Still smiling condescendingly, she turned around and exited the playpen, locking the door behind her with a distinct click.
Muaruader whined instinctively, the smell of baby powder combined with fresh pee already pervading into his nostrils.
It was a scent that he was all too familiar with. He watched in disappointment as his nanny exited the room, locking the door behind her as she did so.
She would often do this, come over to check his diaper, only to tell him that he would have to wait to be changed.
He was lucky if he got more than one change a day, as she would usually just layer him thickly in two diapers and force him to sit in his own mess for hours on end.
Muarauder would occasionally develop a rash, which his nanny took as an opportunity to take her sweet time applying rash ointment to his bottom while continuously talking down to him.
The wolf would be strapped to the changing table, feeling his cheeks burn as she held his ankles in the air, carrying on a monologue on how only the messiest of babies got rashes on their buns.
She would go on, telling him how grateful he should be that she was taking time out of her day to pay attention to his sore bottom and treat it, even though it was technically her fault that he developed a rash to begin with.
There he would lie, his arms buckled above him helplessly sucking on his pacifier as she took her sweet time applying the ointment. She would rub the cream into his sore bottom, making sure to make absolutely no contact with his caged member.
“What a silly little thing you have, only the sissiest of babies have to wear their cages all the time. I bet you couldn’t stop making naughty stickies into your little baby diapers if you weren’t caged up. Remember sweetie, Daddy knows best for you.”
His nanny had a habit of continually reciting this line to him, reminding him of just who was actually responsible for his completely controlled lifestyle.
Muaruader thought back to how he had ended up in his current predicament, which he would often ruminate over due to sheer boredom.
He grimaced, remembering just how eager he had been when his boyfriend had gotten a raise at work, and had finally decided to fulfill the pup’s most secret and desired fantasy.