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Hooray! Between irl stuff, other stories, and just kinda feeling like shit, I had to rewrite the entire chapter. About halfway through, I couldn't stand to read what had been written. Not just because I thought it was bad, I just found it to be too mean and less kinky. Also, this is my first attempt at kink in A LONG TIME. The previous installment only tried to be kinky near the end, but was really lighthearted overall. So let me how at my actual attempt at kink.\n\nAlso this alludes to what comes after Fetish-tel, which I intend to finish before the year's over with. Duke's part will the last and is more or less set in stone. Brian's will be next and I'm a bit unsure how long that part will take. Here's to hoping I'll have Brian's part out before the end of the month.\n\nThumbnail is made by myoti on FA.\n\nAs always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "At long last, I've updated this story! Hooray! Between irl stuff, other stories, and just kinda feeling like shit, I had to rewrite the entire chapter. About halfway through, I couldn't stand to read what had been written. Not just because I thought it was bad, I just found it to be too mean and less kinky. Also, this is my first attempt at kink in A LONG TIME. The previous installment only tried to be kinky near the end, but was really lighthearted overall. So let me how at my actual attempt at kink.

Also this alludes to what comes after Fetish-tel, which I intend to finish before the year's over with. Duke's part will the last and is more or less set in stone. Brian's will be next and I'm a bit unsure how long that part will take. Here's to hoping I'll have Brian's part out before the end of the month.

Thumbnail is made by myoti on FA.

As always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated.", "writing": "\tPerhaps among all the captives, Fu Dog had the strangest awakening. The moment he comes too, he immediately felt a nipple in his mouth. Eyes trailing up from a tit the size of his head, the Shar-Pei's eyes are met with a dalmatian's. Her eyes portray an undeniable motheringly vibe. Though he could feel her breastmilk sloshing inside him, Fu's eyes shift from between her and the tit he's suckling from. Almost as if asking for permission to continue or an explanation for what was happening.\n\n\t``I'd be insulted if you didn't. However, I think you've had enough.'' Pulling her nipple out his mouth, she tosses him over her shoulder. After tugging her shirt down, she pats his back softly. Fu Dog lets out a small belch, blushing with a slight chuckle. \n\n\t``Excuse me.''\n\n\t``You're excused.'' The dalmatian carries Fu Dog over a table. During her short walk, Fu Dog surveys the room. The immediate thing of notice was the myriad of magic markings and talismans decorating the room. He'd seen them before but couldn't remember what they meant. Other than that, it was a standard nursery with bright blue wallpaper. \n\n\t``Where are we?'' Fu Dog asks.\n\n\t``In my universe. It seems like Margaret needs you for testing purposes. Among other reasons...'' Deborah looks away. She drops him onto a changing table, smiling with a diaper floating next to her. As she if read his thoughts, she snaps a paw digit. On cue, a monitor appears with Brian backing away from a mole. No audio is playing; however, it really didn't matter. The visual provided more than enough without it.\n\n\tBrian's stepping back from the mole, fear-stricken and probably begging for the mole to get away. The mole tilts their head in confusion. The canine had most likely broken some weird rule and is now being punished. He understood that, the hippo had made it very clear. After a noiseless mad giggle, the mole unsheathes their claws. With unimaginable speed, she hacks away at Brian's body. \n\n\t The monitor disappears, Deborah's certain the severity of the situation is made apparent. Fu Dog blinks but nods, nonetheless. Not like he was going to revolt anyway. If whatever Margaret had planned meant he could possibly see that poodle again, it'd be fine. With a little taste of that Fu-Dog charm, he could win her over. The Shar-Pei was certain of that little truth. As Deborah diapers him, they share a cordial smile. Even if he couldn't see Jennifer again, Deborah wouldn't be so bad. Despite her age, she seems nice enough. Also, having tits the size of his head didn't hurt either.\n\n\tWhen she finishes, she carries Fu Dog over her hip. They exit the room into a long hallway, moving the left of the door. One the way to the testing room, Fu Dog got a peak of some of the other test subjects here. A female Sheepdog is in a room with a female Golden Retriever and a male German Shepard. They seemed to be having a discussion of some sorts. It seemed to be reaching either the climax, or ending point, as the Sheepdog cries and is comforted by the two canines.\n\n\tSeveral rooms later, Fu Dog saw that mole from earlier stitching together a plushie. A plushie that oddly resembled Brian Griffin. All the while she did that, she's rambling something to herself. She drops the unfinished plushie, nose high in the air. Even though the glass is tinted for one-sided viewing, she sees Deborah and Fu-Dog moving pass. Licking her chops, she locks eyes with Fu Dog. \n\n\t``Puuuupppppyyyy,'' the mole creepily whispers. Perhaps it was on instinct, but Fu-Dog buries head in Deborah's chest. The dalmatian softly growls at her cohort. The mole retorts with a scowl, yet nonetheless returns to her work. Deborah rubs her charge's back, cooing and whispering sweet, protective, words into his ear. \n\n\tMid-sentence, she stops with a smile. If Fu-Dog wasn't blushing, he certainly was now. A slightly erect chub is poking at her side. Continuing to the testing room, Deborah briefly pauses to see a grey cat being dressed up by a plush sheepdog. \n\n\t``Cats should never be let out of pamps,'' Deborah mutters. A few doors later and they arrive to see Jennifer leaning against the door. Between the two females there is a grim expression shared. A single tear rolls down Deborah?s face, eyes closed whilst she trembles. Of course, she represses her sudden need to cry, opting to instead look at her charge.\n\n\t``I'm sorry sweetie - I'm supposed to be watching you. Unfortunately, it appears that a certain kitty and her human need my services.'' Deborah passes her padded pup over to Jennifer. Behind Deborah, a rift opens. She backs away until both she and the rift disappear, leaving just the Poodle and the Shar-Pei. Sighing, Jennifer takes Fu-Dog into the room. \n\nThe weird thing was is that there two rooms inside. One had a control panel, the other was just empty space. Going into the second room, Jennifer places Fu-Dog on his feet.\n\n``Sorry about before.''\n\n``Water under the bridge. Although next time, don't drug me. A gorgeous thing like you can get me anytime she wants.'' Fu-Dog gives her a wink. Jennifer lets out an annoyed laugh. Why did she have to get stuck with him? Oh well. She's gonna have her fun, regardless. Jennifer scurries back to the room with the control panel, the door slamming shut behind her.\n\n``Alright, we're about to commence test one: diaper absorption. We're gonna fill that diaper until it leaks.'' Jennifer announces over an intercom. A large bucket is deposited into the room, next to the canine. Along with it, a long stick with a paci-gag at the end. Staring at the strange device, he turns to the poodle. Naturally, he'd voice objections except, the paci-gag stick was quickly strapped around his neck. Because of the strange device, his head is forced upward. It took an unquestionable amount of effort to move his head downward. \n\nThe bucket is tipped over, probably over two liters worth of water spills onto the floor. A pair of hands lift him onto the puddle. His eyes bulge whilst his thirsty padding soaks up the water. The diaper, which was thinner than ones found at a drug store, thickens and puffs out. It grows thicker and thicker as he's slid across the floor. Every ounce of water absorbed elevates his rear until he's no longer feels his rear touching the floor.\n\nIn the span of, at the most, two minutes, all the spilled water had been soaked into his diaper. His broomstick-paci is removed, Fu-Dog looking over the floor. Granted it was clean before, the floor is now is sparkling. Looking down at his diaper, he's a solid five inches off the ground. He heard a small gurgle from his stomach.\n\n``Wow,'' Fu-Dog mutters. Even he had to acknowledge how surprisingly absorbent this diaper is.\n\nIn the control room, Jennifer jots down a few notes before leaning into the microphone, ``Alright so far the first test is a success. We'll get you into a fresh diaper and move onto the next test: diaper filling capacity.''\n\nAnother set of mechanical hands come with a diaper, supplies, and a changing mat. In comparison to his previous diaper, it's massive. \n\n``That seems a little excessive, don't ya think?''\n\n``Perhaps, but it's necessary to see how much it can take. Once we see how much it can handle from a smaller mammal, we're going to test it on something larger.'' Jennifer closes her eyes, sighing at a passing thought. If her friend knew what Margaret was up to, this whole thing would get shut down. For now, though, her focus returns to the experiment.\n\nAfter a smooth change, Fu-Dog's expectantly baffled by the sheer size of his padding. On two feet, he wobbles on two feet until he falls on all fours. He gazes in amazement at near balloon sized diaper around his waist. He yelps when a pair of hands pick him up. He's gently placed and strapped onto a bench with his diaper lowered for access to his rear. \n\n``If you can't already tell, we're going to give you an enema. In combination with Deborah's breast milk, which we laced with laxatives, it's gonna come out explosive and fast. Once we start, they're no going back. So, if you won't, we can stop this and move onto our next test.'' Jennifer announces. She didn't even bother to count before he gave her the expected response.\n\n``Well how about no, sweetheart? I dunno if my body can handle all that.'' Fu-Dog worries. Whistling innocently, she flips a switch. From an unseen enema bag, a lubed nozzle is thrust into Fu-Dog's unsuspecting tail hole. Cries of foul play and deceit from him are muted swiftly with a pacifier gag. \n\n A sound deadly similar to someone turning on a water hose emits throughout the room. He clenches his cheek in a pitiful attempt to fight the enema fluid. His resistance, pitiful as it may have been, is successful slightly. Fluid still breaches his defenses, albeit at a slower rate. Muffled grunts and cries of discomfort are heard, only to be comforted by a mechanical hand petting him. Considering his situation, Fu-Dog's next choice of action definitely wasn't the smartest.\n\nEying his observer with as deadly a stare as seriously one could have in his predicament, he flicks her off. From her spot in the control room, Jennifer shakes her head with a devious grin. He would certainly live to regret that decision.\n\nHis efforts to ward off the enema might have been passable prior, now impossible. Squirming and wriggling in vain attempt to break free, he only serves to humiliate himself further. To maintain what little dignity, he might've had left, he relaxes, to the best of ability mind you, and lets the fluid have its way with him. Shortly after, he's released from his restraints, his stomach now bloated to the point his restraints would cause more harm than good.\n\nBoth nuzzle and pacifier gag are removed, Fu-Dog panting heavily as his diaper is pulled up. He shrieks out a long soundless gasping scream, his eyes twitching. The sounds of grenades exploding nearby could be confused with his exploding rear. His padding swells and balloons to accommodate as much of his dirty muck as possible; sadly, it couldn't contain all of it. Brown liquid oozes out of his padding, down his legs. \n\n\tWith each passing moment his stomach deflates, his diaper inflates. If one listened closely, the sound of fabric stretching could be faintly heard. Fu-Dog's soundless gasps devolve into pained grunts and whimpers before he passes out, body continuing to fill his diaper. What happened next surprised Jennifer, might have even surprised Margaret when they go over the footage.\n\n\tThe diaper, currently bulging to its absolute limit, explodes. The once empty white room now had brown streaks over its walls, floor, and a little dripping from the ceiling. Along with it came a stench that made it hard for Jennifer, whom mind is still in the control room, to breath. At the epicenter of it all, Fu-Dog's gaping hole was still leaking granted to a much lesser extent than it had been before. Jennifer blinks, unable to process what she had just witnessed. She lets out a fast sigh after a quick scan from the machine found Fu-Dog to still alive. Jennifer shudders to think of what the hippo would do to her if Fu-Dog had somehow died.\n\n\tUnfortunately for him, she doubts he'll ever not need diapers for quite some time if not for the remainder of his life. That tad bit of news would have to wait. Jennifer takes her leave, inputting instructions for Fu-Dog to be carried to a different room for cleaning and to have the current room cleaned.\n\n\tMargaret will never know about this, Jennifer. Upon exiting the room, Deborah had returned with a sour expression. Quivering with fear, the poodle giggles nervously.\n\n\t``Is our kitty friend and her human okay?''\n\n``For the time being. Oh, and don't think I don't know what you did in there. When we get home, I think you'll learn how to not let your feelings get the better of you.''\n\nxxx\n\n\tFu-Dog awakes in a tube of warm, soapy, water. Equipped with soaped up sponges and rags, Deborah and Jennifer go to task on cleaning him. They were a bit rough in wipes his butt cheeks, but he didn't mind. If he wasn't so exhausted, he might've enjoyed the two attractive canines giving him a sponge bath. \n\n\tIf this is heaven, I'll gladly take another enema. Both females get a slight chuckle out of Fu-Dog's growing erection. If he had the strength for it, out of sheer anger, he'd grab Jennifer by her ears and make her suck him off to completion. It would only be fair. Sadly, a thought to be had another day.\n\n\tWhen they finished, they dry him and quickly get him into another diaper. Jennifer is shoed off by Deborah to get something, leaving just the Dalmatian and Shar-Pei.\n\n\t``I'm sorry for Jenny's actions. Once we're back home, I will make her life a living nightmare for a few days.'' Deborah said as though it were an equivalent of consequence. Fu-Dog might've voiced an idea or two, had he not fallen passed out due to still being exhausted from the prior events. At this moment, Jennifer returns with a bag. Taking it into her paw, Deborah orders, ``Now go home and have Azalea help you resume the position. If I get home and you aren't in it, your punishment will be legendary.''\n\n\tHead lowered in defeat; Jennifer begins her trek home. Deborah's a kind mistress, however, any punishment she dishes out is brutal. She's already in tears at the mere thought of whatever Deborah would do to her.\n\n\tOnce she's out of her sight, Deborah dumbs the content of the bag onto the bathroom table. A pink collar, a dress, a wig complete with a pink bow, and a pair of headphones fall out of the bag. Fu-Dog's current collar is removed, replaced with the pink one with `Fuella' written on a small pink heart dangling from the collar. Adorning his head is a blonde wig with sausage curls worthy of Shirley Temple herself. Lastly, he's fitted with a purple dress that only covers the upper front of his diaper. She plants a kiss on his forehead, putting the headphones on.\n\n\t`Your name is Fuella and you're an adorable little puppy girl. You luv your mommy and twin sister. You luv your diapers. You luv using your diapers and don't want to be potty trained. Whatever mommy says is right. You obey mommy. Good puppy girls obey mommy. Good puppy girls who obey mommy make stickies in their diapers' is chanted over and over in his ears. As much as she loved it, Deborah couldn't deny her disappointment. Unlike Margaret, Deborah wasn't certain it would stick. Either way, she shrugs. Not like it was her problem or anything. \n\n\tCarrying her charge out the room, she's met with Plush Runt pushing a dual-seated stroller with Rita in a messy diaper. She fastens Fu-Dog into the other seat, giving him a final kiss on the forehead.\n\n\t``Sorry we couldn't play more, Fuella. Next time, Aunty Deborah will make sure to have a cutie pie like you all to herself.'' Deborah promises. She gestures for Plush-Runt to leave, the pair heading off in separate directions. Halfway, she stops to blow a single kiss in Fuella's direction. \n\n\tPerhaps it's time I settle down and start a family of my own. And I have just the ones in mind. She pulls a photo from her wallet of a blue and black tabby cats, a liger, Margaret, Jennifer, and a bright yellow dragon. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tPerhaps among all the captives, Fu Dog had the strangest awakening. The moment he comes too, he immediately felt a nipple in his mouth. Eyes trailing up from a tit the size of his head, the Shar-Pei's eyes are met with a dalmatian's. Her eyes portray an undeniable motheringly vibe. Though he could feel her breastmilk sloshing inside him, Fu's eyes shift from between her and the tit he's suckling from. Almost as if asking for permission to continue or an explanation for what was happening.

\t``I'd be insulted if you didn't. However, I think you've had enough.'' Pulling her nipple out his mouth, she tosses him over her shoulder. After tugging her shirt down, she pats his back softly. Fu Dog lets out a small belch, blushing with a slight chuckle.  

\t``Excuse me.''

\t``You're excused.'' The dalmatian carries Fu Dog over a table. During her short walk, Fu Dog surveys the room.  The immediate thing of notice was the myriad of magic markings and talismans decorating the room. He'd seen them before but couldn't remember what they meant. Other than that, it was a standard nursery with bright blue wallpaper.

\t``Where are we?'' Fu Dog asks.

\t``In my universe. It seems like Margaret needs you for testing purposes. Among other reasons...'' Deborah looks away. She drops him onto a changing table, smiling with a diaper floating next to her. As she if read his thoughts, she snaps a paw digit. On cue, a monitor appears with Brian backing away from a mole. No audio is playing; however, it really didn't matter. The visual provided more than enough without it.

\tBrian's stepping back from the mole, fear-stricken and probably begging for the mole to get away. The mole tilts their head in confusion. The canine had most likely broken some weird rule and is now being punished. He understood that, the hippo had made it very clear. After a noiseless mad giggle, the mole unsheathes their claws. With unimaginable speed, she hacks away at Brian's body.

\t   The monitor disappears, Deborah's certain the severity of the situation is made apparent. Fu Dog blinks but nods, nonetheless. Not like he was going to revolt anyway. If whatever Margaret had planned meant he could possibly see that poodle again, it'd be fine. With a little taste of that Fu-Dog charm, he could win her over. The Shar-Pei was certain of that little truth. As Deborah diapers him, they share a cordial smile. Even if he couldn't see Jennifer again, Deborah wouldn't be so bad. Despite her age, she seems nice enough. Also, having tits the size of his head didn't hurt either.

\tWhen she finishes, she carries Fu Dog over her hip. They exit the room into a long hallway, moving the left of the door. One the way to the testing room, Fu Dog got a peak of some of the other test subjects here. A female Sheepdog is in a room with a female Golden Retriever and a male German Shepard. They seemed to be having a discussion of some sorts. It seemed to be reaching either the climax, or ending point, as the Sheepdog cries and is comforted by the two canines.

\tSeveral rooms later, Fu Dog saw that mole from earlier stitching together a plushie. A plushie that oddly resembled Brian Griffin. All the while she did that, she's rambling something to herself. She drops the unfinished plushie, nose high in the air. Even though the glass is tinted for one-sided viewing, she sees Deborah and Fu-Dog moving pass. Licking her chops, she locks eyes with Fu Dog.

\t``Puuuupppppyyyy,'' the mole creepily whispers. Perhaps it was on instinct, but Fu-Dog buries head in Deborah's chest. The dalmatian softly growls at her cohort. The mole retorts with a scowl, yet nonetheless returns to her work. Deborah rubs her charge's back, cooing and whispering sweet, protective, words into his ear.

\tMid-sentence, she stops with a smile. If Fu-Dog wasn't blushing, he certainly was now. A slightly erect chub is poking at her side. Continuing to the testing room, Deborah briefly pauses to see a grey cat being dressed up by a plush sheepdog.

\t``Cats should never be let out of pamps,'' Deborah mutters. A few doors later and they arrive to see Jennifer leaning against the door. Between the two females there is a grim expression shared. A single tear rolls down Deborah?s face, eyes closed whilst she trembles. Of course, she represses her sudden need to cry, opting to instead look at her charge.

\t``I'm sorry sweetie - I'm supposed to be watching you. Unfortunately, it appears that a certain kitty and her human need my services.'' Deborah passes her padded pup over to Jennifer. Behind Deborah, a rift opens. She backs away until both she and the rift disappear, leaving just the Poodle and the Shar-Pei. Sighing, Jennifer takes Fu-Dog into the room.

The weird thing was is that there two rooms inside. One had a control panel, the other was just empty space. Going into the second room, Jennifer places Fu-Dog on his feet.

``Sorry about before.''

``Water under the bridge. Although next time, don't drug me. A gorgeous thing like you can get me anytime she wants.'' Fu-Dog gives her a wink. Jennifer lets out an annoyed laugh. Why did she have to get stuck with him? Oh well. She's gonna have her fun, regardless. Jennifer scurries back to the room with the control panel, the door slamming shut behind her.

``Alright, we're about to commence test one: diaper absorption. We're gonna fill that diaper until it leaks.'' Jennifer announces over an intercom. A large bucket is deposited into the room, next to the canine. Along with it, a long stick with a paci-gag at the end. Staring at the strange device, he turns to the poodle. Naturally, he'd voice objections except, the paci-gag stick was quickly strapped around his neck. Because of the strange device, his head is forced upward. It took an unquestionable amount of effort to move his head downward.

The bucket is tipped over, probably over two liters worth of water spills onto the floor. A pair of hands lift him onto the puddle. His eyes bulge whilst his thirsty padding soaks up the water. The diaper, which was thinner than ones found at a drug store, thickens and puffs out. It grows thicker and thicker as he's slid across the floor. Every ounce of water absorbed elevates his rear until he's no longer feels his rear touching the floor.

In the span of, at the most, two minutes, all the spilled water had been soaked into his diaper. His broomstick-paci is removed, Fu-Dog looking over the floor. Granted it was clean before, the floor is now is sparkling. Looking down at his diaper, he's a solid five inches off the ground. He heard a small gurgle from his stomach.

``Wow,'' Fu-Dog mutters. Even he had to acknowledge how surprisingly absorbent this diaper is.

In the control room, Jennifer jots down a few notes before leaning into the microphone, ``Alright so far the first test is a success. We'll get you into a fresh diaper and move onto the next test: diaper filling capacity.''

Another set of mechanical hands come with a diaper, supplies, and a changing mat. In comparison to his previous diaper, it's massive.

``That seems a little excessive, don't ya think?''

``Perhaps, but it's necessary to see how much it can take. Once we see how much it can handle from a smaller mammal, we're going to test it on something larger.'' Jennifer closes her eyes, sighing at a passing thought. If her friend knew what Margaret was up to, this whole thing would get shut down. For now, though, her focus returns to the experiment.

After a smooth change, Fu-Dog's expectantly baffled by the sheer size of his padding. On two feet, he wobbles on two feet until he falls on all fours. He gazes in amazement at near balloon sized diaper around his waist. He yelps when a pair of hands pick him up. He's gently placed and strapped onto a bench with his diaper lowered for access to his rear.

``If you can't already tell, we're going to give you an enema. In combination with Deborah's breast milk, which we laced with laxatives, it's gonna come out explosive and fast. Once we start, they're no going back. So, if you won't, we can stop this and move onto our next test.'' Jennifer announces. She didn't even bother to count before he gave her the expected response.

``Well how about no, sweetheart? I dunno if my body can handle all that.'' Fu-Dog worries. Whistling innocently, she flips a switch. From an unseen enema bag, a lubed nozzle is thrust into Fu-Dog's unsuspecting tail hole. Cries of foul play and deceit from him are muted swiftly with a pacifier gag.

 A sound deadly similar to someone turning on a water hose emits throughout the room. He clenches his cheek in a pitiful attempt to fight the enema fluid. His resistance, pitiful as it may have been, is successful slightly. Fluid still breaches his defenses, albeit at a slower rate. Muffled grunts and cries of discomfort are heard, only to be comforted by a mechanical hand petting him. Considering his situation, Fu-Dog's next choice of action definitely wasn't the smartest.

Eying his observer with as deadly a stare as seriously one could have in his predicament, he flicks her off. From her spot in the control room, Jennifer shakes her head with a devious grin. He would certainly live to regret that decision.

His efforts to ward off the enema might have been passable prior, now impossible. Squirming and wriggling in vain attempt to break free, he only serves to humiliate himself further. To maintain what little dignity, he might've had left, he relaxes, to the best of ability mind you, and lets the fluid have its way with him. Shortly after, he's released from his restraints, his stomach now bloated to the point his restraints would cause more harm than good.

Both nuzzle and pacifier gag are removed, Fu-Dog panting heavily as his diaper is pulled up. He shrieks out a long soundless gasping scream, his eyes twitching. The sounds of grenades exploding nearby could be confused with his exploding rear. His padding swells and balloons to accommodate as much of his dirty muck as possible; sadly, it couldn't contain all of it. Brown liquid oozes out of his padding, down his legs.

\tWith each passing moment his stomach deflates, his diaper inflates. If one listened closely, the sound of fabric stretching could be faintly heard. Fu-Dog's soundless gasps devolve into pained grunts and whimpers before he passes out, body continuing to fill his diaper. What happened next surprised Jennifer, might have even surprised Margaret when they go over the footage.

\tThe diaper, currently bulging to its absolute limit, explodes. The once empty white room now had brown streaks over its walls, floor, and a little dripping from the ceiling. Along with it came a stench that made it hard for Jennifer, whom mind is still in the control room, to breath. At the epicenter of it all, Fu-Dog's gaping hole was still leaking granted to a much lesser extent than it had been before. Jennifer blinks, unable to process what she had just witnessed. She lets out a fast sigh after a quick scan from the machine found Fu-Dog to still alive. Jennifer shudders to think of what the hippo would do to her if Fu-Dog had somehow died.

\tUnfortunately for him, she doubts he'll ever not need diapers for quite some time if not for the remainder of his life. That tad bit of news would have to wait. Jennifer takes her leave, inputting instructions for Fu-Dog to be carried to a different room for cleaning and to have the current room cleaned.

\tMargaret will never know about this, Jennifer. Upon exiting the room, Deborah had returned with a sour expression. Quivering with fear, the poodle giggles nervously.

\t``Is our kitty friend and her human okay?''

``For the time being. Oh, and don't think I don't know what you did in there. When we get home, I think you'll learn how to not let your feelings get the better of you.''

xxx

\tFu-Dog awakes in a tube of warm, soapy, water. Equipped with soaped up sponges and rags, Deborah and Jennifer go to task on cleaning him. They were a bit rough in wipes his butt cheeks, but he didn't mind. If he wasn't so exhausted, he might've enjoyed the two attractive canines giving him a sponge bath.

\tIf this is heaven, I'll gladly take another enema. Both females get a slight chuckle out of Fu-Dog's growing erection. If he had the strength for it, out of sheer anger, he'd grab Jennifer by her ears and make her suck him off to completion. It would only be fair. Sadly, a thought to be had another day.

\tWhen they finished, they dry him and quickly get him into another diaper. Jennifer is shoed off by Deborah to get something, leaving just the Dalmatian and Shar-Pei.

\t``I'm sorry for Jenny's actions. Once we're back home, I will make her life a living nightmare for a few days.'' Deborah said as though it were an equivalent of consequence. Fu-Dog might've voiced an idea or two, had he not fallen passed out due to still being exhausted from the prior events. At this moment, Jennifer returns with a bag. Taking it into her paw, Deborah orders, ``Now go home and have Azalea help you resume the position. If I get home and you aren't in it, your punishment will be legendary.''

\tHead lowered in defeat; Jennifer begins her trek home. Deborah's a kind mistress, however, any punishment she dishes out is brutal. She's already in tears at the mere thought of whatever Deborah would do to her.

\tOnce she's out of her sight, Deborah dumbs the content of the bag onto the bathroom table. A pink collar, a dress, a wig complete with a pink bow, and a pair of headphones fall out of the bag. Fu-Dog's current collar is removed, replaced with the pink one with `Fuella' written on a small pink heart dangling from the collar. Adorning his head is a blonde wig with sausage curls worthy of Shirley Temple herself. Lastly, he's fitted with a purple dress that only covers the upper front of his diaper. She plants a kiss on his forehead, putting the headphones on.

\t`Your name is Fuella and you're an adorable little puppy girl. You luv your mommy and twin sister. You luv your diapers. You luv using your diapers and don't want to be potty trained. Whatever mommy says is right. You obey mommy. Good puppy girls obey mommy. Good puppy girls who obey mommy make stickies in their diapers' is chanted over and over in his ears. As much as she loved it, Deborah couldn't deny her disappointment. Unlike Margaret, Deborah wasn't certain it would stick. Either way, she shrugs. Not like it was her problem or anything.

\tCarrying her charge out the room, she's met with Plush Runt pushing a dual-seated stroller with Rita in a messy diaper. She fastens Fu-Dog into the other seat, giving him a final kiss on the forehead.

\t``Sorry we couldn't play more, Fuella. Next time, Aunty Deborah will make sure to have a cutie pie like you all to herself.'' Deborah promises.  She gestures for Plush-Runt to leave, the pair heading off in separate directions. Halfway, she stops to blow a single kiss in Fuella's direction.

\tPerhaps it's time I settle down and start a family of my own. And I have just the ones in mind. She pulls a photo from her wallet of a blue and black tabby cats, a liger, Margaret, Jennifer, and a bright yellow dragon.

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