Pink looked up at Ethan from the mat on the floor, blushing. He shifted slightly on the plastic, producing a crinkle and a small puff of baby powder. "Daddy?"

Ethan smiled, giving his thick diaper a few good pats, then a long slow rub. "yes, Pink?"

Pink began to whine and squirm beneath the rubbing, paws reaching down to touch his diaper. That pet name always got him yiffy and squirmy. It was both cute, and a sign of his helplessness: He's Daddy's sissy, forever.  "Nuhhhh." he whined.

Ethan caught his paws before he could, holding them with one paw, and rubbing the diaper with the other. He smirked. "Good girls don't play with their diapers."

Pink nodded and whined, looking away as he began to blush.

Ethan raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Pink whined and let his ears flop. "Good girls don't play with their diapers.."

Ethan gave the crotch of the diaper a squeeze. "Good puppy. Good girl." He helped Pink to his feet and pulled the puffy pink skirt down. It came down far enough to cover his belly button, but still rode far too high to cover the thick, crinkly diaper.

"Can we go eat now?" Pink asked, tugging on Daddy's paw.

He smiled. "Sure! I know just the place."

They walked out of the park bathroom together, and down the paved path.

The late afternoon sun had just began to set on the horizon. The frogs had begun to chirp and croak from their ponds, and the slow, halcyon dance of the lightning bugs gave the whole area a presence of quiet rest. 

The little stream babbled through the waterways, running under the bridge. The wind blew through the late summer leaves, tree branches waving and shaking in their own, secret dance.

Ethan kissed Pink on the top of the head. "You were a very good girl today." he said, leading him along by the paw. "Everyone in the park saw your diapers, and you didn't even hide!"

Pink whined.

"Plus, when you went potty, everyone saw that too!"

Pink whined louder and began to blush. 

Ethan gave him a soft pat on his diapered tail, making it crinkle. "Good pup. Maybe next time we can do it with a little crown for the princess' head."

They made their way across the bridge, through the winding trails of the park, across the street corner, and into a rather old, elegant building. From the windows shuttered in brass, to the antique doors and floor tiles, it looked as if it could have been some sort of Art-deco ballroom in the past.

The maitre'd looked at them. Upon second glance, he tried to hide a smirk. "Two?" he asked.

Ethan nodded. "yes, please."

"Right this way." the maitre'd said, and guided them to a nice booth.

He put two menus down, and smiled. "Your waiter will be with you shortly. Have a pleasant evening."

Ethan slid into the booth beside Pink, trapping him in.  Pink peeked back at the waitstaff. They were looking at the table with curious eyes.

Ethan patted Pink's paw. "Remember. If you're on your best behaviour, you'll get a treat when we get home."

Pink blushed, letting his mind wander to what lay waiting for him on the changing table at home. A pink cock cage and an inflatable plug, all contained by an even thicker diaper. A large, bulbous pacifier gag. Cuffs at the top and bottom would keep him stretched out, all the easier to let Daddy tease him and make him moan. Would he record it this time? Would there be another online video of him whining and whimpering for more?

Pink was brought back to the present by the approaching waiter. "Good evening. What may we start you off with to drink?"

Ethan smiled. "Sprite for me. Juice for the little one."

Pink blushed, trying not to whine.

The waiter nodded. "Of course." As he went to fetch the drinks and bring them back, the waitstaff continued to look. "Have you decided what you'd like to order?" he asked.

"Oh yes." Ethan said. "I will have the chicken and bisque, and a salad. Caesar, please." He smirked, looking at Pink out of the corner of his eye. "The little one will have the chicken strips, from the kids menu. Honey mustard, please."

'Of course." the waiter nodded, and returned to the kitchen.

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Pink clenched and unclenched his paws, tugging on the cuffs. They were held firmly in place.

His member throbbed in the cock cage, sending a tingle through his lower torso. He whined at Daddy, biting down on the pacifier gag. "Mmf!"

Ethan smirked, and gave the bulb of the plug a squeeze. "Yes puppy?"

Pink whimpered and bucked against his diaper, humping the air. The humping produced nothing but crinkles. "hnnnf!"

"Now then. Just a moment." Ethan walked off, then came back with a little camera on a tripod. "This should make things more interesting."

Pink tugged against the cuffs, feet curling. He blushed and tried to look away, tail wagging, as he wondered how many people would watch this time.

"Good puppy. Good. Letting everyone watch.." Ethan gave a few more squeezes on the bulb.

Pink squirmed and bucked on the table, cock throbbing in its cage, leaking pre into the diaper.

Ethan let the plug deflate all the way, then began to inflate it again, slowly, making the pup squirm and whine. "Alright. Showtime, puppy!" 

Pink moaned and ground his bottom against the diaper changing table, cock throbbing. "M..mmmmf.." He looked over at the camera. The red blinking light meant that not only were they recording: they were live.

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