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Angel had really, genuinely hit rock bottom this time. He had just about nothing: no job, no money, and soon, no house. He had vented his frustrations to just about anyone that would listen, hoping that maybe someone could help. Finally, he received a dubious offer: an online friend would let him live with them, for free, indefinitely.

At nearly 11pm, Angel found himself surrounded by bags containing his belongings while sitting on the front steps of his apartment building in Hoboken. It was a warm night, thankfully, but as each successive car drove past without stopping he got more and more worried that they were never going to show, and that he had gotten stood up. At quarter past a Land Rover with a U-Haul trailer attached pulled up and double parked beside a line of cars. Angel's face lit up as Stella, the fox he had been waiting for, stepped out of the car.

Angel and Stella had met on Fetlife in a kink discussion board. They found each other attractive, and got to talking. Angel never expected anything to come of it, considering that they lived hundreds of miles apart, yet here he was. He'd only seen a few pictures of Stella before, but as she stood in the streetlight, he got a better idea of just how pretty she is.

Stella's a jet black fox with white markings and fire orange accents. At 5'9", she had a great figure, with wide hips and a small chest. From the way she carried herself and the clothes that she wore, you could tell she not only had confidence, but money as well. Angel is an ash black poodle with all the stereotypical poodle features: floofy hair on his head and around his ankles, a long snout, and big, floopy ears. He wears cute, round, wireframe glasses. Angel may only be 5'4", but he didn't quite expect Stella to tower over him the way she does. He liked it.

Stella helped Angel load up the packing bags and suitcases into the trailer, which ultimately had a lot of room left over. The two of them climbed into the front of the car, and left towards Angel's new home. Angel helped direct Stella out of the city and onto the highway, and within the hour they were on the interstate.

Angel and Stella got along really well immediately. Of course, they already knew a lot about each other. After the two met on Fetlife, they discovered their shared liking of diaper play. Angel was rather new to the idea, and was pretty embarrassed about liking them, and it was Stella that helped him accept it as a part of himself. Not only that, the two had extensively shared sexual fantasies, and each knew the other's ins and outs pretty well.

Angel wasn't sure what to expect from this new living situation. Was this just a thing as friends, and he was weird for thinking it might be more? Would the two be dating? Would they just be roommates? Would diapers be involved? He was still kind of embarrassed about liking diapers, even if he accepted it. He felt too awkward to ask Stella; he didn't want to look like he was expecting a relationship. He was just grateful to have someone take them in. Thankfully, he didn't have to ask Stella anything.

"So, I think there's something pretty big that we haven't discussed yet," Stella said. Her voice was calm and comfortable, yet authoritative. "I know you like diapers. I know what your fantasies are. Which is why, as long as you are living with me, you will be wearing diapers twenty-four seven. Got that?"

Angel was speechless for a moment, with his mouth open. Will he really have to wear diapers? Will he have any access to the toilet?

"All the time?" he asked, tentatively.

"That's right. All the time. Don't think I don't remember the conversations we have had," Stella responded. Angel had, in the past, expressed his desire for someone to put him in diapers and treat him like their baby. He just didn't expect it to actually happen, especially like this. Admittedly, as he listened to Stella, he felt rather excited.

"What if I don't want to?" Angel asked.

"Oh, I think you do," she said. She was right and they both knew it. "But I suppose I can start you in trainers. If you can prove to me you don't need them, then maybe we can revisit the idea of regular underwear."

"Okay," Angel said, apprehensively. Stella really knew how to push his buttons; he loved the idea of being demoted into diapers. All of this was happening so fast that it made him anxious.

"Oh, and you can call me Mommy from now on. Okay?" she said with authority.

"Y-yes mommy."

"Oh my, what a good boy you are! Learning so fast!" she cooed, making Angel go beet red. She really did know him well. "Now, it's pretty late so I think you should get some sleep okay? Mommy will be okay to handle the driving."

"Okay, thank you Mommy," Angel said, anxiously.

"You're very welcome."

For Angel, it was like a dream come true. He was anxious, however. He had never done something like this ever before. He had only ever been in a few very vanilla relationships before, and the whole scenario that Stella had hinted at made him feel nervous. He was worried about giving someone that much control over his life. He worried about being seen in public wearing diapers, or what kinds of things Stella might make him do. For the time being, however, he was very tired, and the heated seat of the car was making him drowsy. He would have to worry about his anxiety in the morning.

Stella was giddy. She had wanted to meet Angel in person for so long. She found him adorable, and she made that very clear in the messages she would send him. The reason she had stopped messaging so much was because a few months ago she had moved as well. What made her move was the discovery of a small, isolated town that allowed people to practice fetishes openly. It was basically a safe haven for dominatrixes like herself. Of course, she hadn't clued Angel in on any of this yet.

Angel awoke several hours later. He wasn't entirely convinced that what he'd just experienced wasn't simply a dream; he was actually surprised to still be in Stella's car.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Stella said as she noticed him stirring. The sun was fully risen at this point, and they had long since gotten off the interstate. They found themselves driving down a two lane highway through a dense forest among some mountains. Angel stretched and yawned.

"Good morning, mommy," he said, smiling. He felt less anxious than he did last night, and now he was excited. Stella seemed determined to make all of his darkest fantasies come true, and it was making his head spin with horny thoughts. He felt his pants getting tight, and he started pawing at his crotch. Stella took notice.

"Feeling a little frisky?" she said, teasingly. "I'm sure I can help you out with that when we get home."

"How much longer?" he asked, embarrassed.

"Oh, it shouldn't be long. Just be a good boy, okay?"

As Stella kept driving, the roads they were on became increasingly more obscure. They drove and drove, occasionally seeing small shops or villages along the way, however most of the scenery was just wilderness. After about an hour on the road, they came to a sign that said "Welcome to Bed Creek!"

The two drove right down the main street of a small, old town. Small brick buildings with shop fronts lined the main drag, and people milled about across the town. A few people waved as Stella drove through, and Angel picked up on someone who was being led by a leash.

They drove through the town without stopping, and then pulled off onto a small side road before making a few more turns in quick succession. Stella turned slowly onto a long gravel driveway, and at the end pulled up in front of a large, late-century mansion. Angel was awestruck at the size of the house they pulled up to; the one which he would now call home.

"Welcome home little one! We need to get you into a diaper asap!" Stella said sweetly as the two of them got out of the car. The two went inside, and as Angel walked through the house he could not help but notice the plethora of adult baby furniture that Stella had all over. Baby bouncers, play pens, et cetera. The cherry on top came when she opened the door to a room upstairs and inside was a fully furnished nursery, with a crib, changing table, and all manner of infantile things.

Stella patted the changing table, and Angel got up onto and laid down, noting the presence of arm and leg restraints on the table. Stella did not strap Angel down, however, and got right to taking his clothes off. As she worked his pants off, Angel could not help but get an erection.

"Oh my goodness, what is this?" she said, putting her hand on his bulge and stroking her hand along the fabric. "Looks like someone is very excited for mommy to put them in a nice snug diaper," she said sensually as she pulled down his underwear, exposing his penis. "I can't have my new little being uncomfortable in their first diaper!"

She gently grasped his cock with her right hand. The gentle, precise way her fingers stroked up and down Angel's shaft made him shiver. She clearly knew what she was doing, with the precise way she applied pressure and stimulation. She lifted his head with her left hand, brought her muzzle close, and kissed him passionately, before pulling away and flashing a smile.

She took her pretty fingers off of him, and got her face really close to his dick before licking it, gently, with her textured tongue. Precum beaded on the tip of Angel's penis as she danced him towards orgasm, making him twitch and moan. She positioned herself as best she could below him before moving her lips around his tip. In one motion, she took all eight inches down her throat. Up and down, in and out she went, slowly and sensually as she pulled him closer to the edge. She went all the way down, sensing that he was close. Angel felt his energy drain through his shaft as he pumped semen down her throat. With her eyes closed, she swallowed all of it before pulling off of it, exposing the hot, overstimulated cock to the cool air of the room.

Angel laid on the table, drained of energy, as Stella quietly pushed his pants and underwear aside. She produced a pullup and laid it on the table next to him before grabbing some wet wipes. Gently, she wiped down his sensitive penis masterfully. She put him into a pullup before grabbing a cute, babyish pair of overalls and assisted Angel with getting into them. When all was said and done, she led him back downstairs to the kitchen. Angel sat at the kitchen island as instructed, and Stella worked to prepare some food.

"While I have a little bit of time, I want to make a few things clear to you," Stella said, not looking at him. "I am your Mommy, and what I say goes. If I feel like you are out of line, I will punish you. Got that?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. Since you are in trainers, if you would like to use the potty, you will tell me. If you go into the bathroom without my permission, you will be in huge trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good boy! Now eat up!" Stella said as she presented a hot plate of french toast and bacon to Angel. With it, she gave Angel a sippy cup full of apple juice, making him feel small as she sat down across from him with her own plate of french toast.

"Oh! And I almost forgot. Although I am your Mommy, anything that Auntie Jen says is final, too," she continued, as she started eating.

"Auntie Jen? Who's that?" Angel asked, confused, between delicious bites of the best french toast he'd had in years.

"Oh my goodness! I forgot to mention! You also have a sister!" Stella said. Angel nearly choked on his food.

"I do?"

"Yep! Her name is Paper, and she should be here soo--" Stella was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Come in!" Stella shouted.The sound of the front door opening and closing could be heard, and some seconds later two tall women--a zebra and a skunk--entered the room.

"Paper, this is your new brother, Angel!" Stella said to the skunk.

"So this must be the new little you told me about," the zebra said, in her gruff voice with a sly smile.

"Sure is!" Stella responded. "Angel, I'd like you to meet your sister, Paper!" she said, gesturing to the skunk woman who stood shocked in the threshold.

Angel looked at Paper in disbelief. Before him stood an absolutely gorgeous skunk woman who was very visibly wearing a large diaper between her legs. She wore a very girly, frilly white dress that did nothing to hide her diaper. Her fur was soft pink, and it contrasted against her long, lavender hair. He caught himself staring at her gratuitous chest, and in embarrassment flicked his eyes elsewhere--that elsewhere being her eyes. The two blushed as they made eye contact.

"And this is your new Auntie Jen!" Stella said, gesturing to the tall, muscular zebra woman that stood beside Paper. As tall as Paper seemed, Jen absolutely dwarfed her. She wore comfortable clothes--loose gray sweatpants and a sports top--both of which clung to her, giving Angel a very good idea about the shape of not only her breasts but also a large bulge in the front of her pants. Her breasts were definitely bigger than Paper's head, and he envied Stella, who was currently snout deep in them, hugging Jen. Jen laughed, and Stella pulled away from her. Stella, who seemed to tower over Angel, was still noticeably shorter than Paper. Angel was a little terrified to learn just how tall Jen was, and it seemed he was about to find out.

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" Jen said as she walked over to Angel. From a seated position, Angel was at the height of her waistband, and he could not keep his eyes away from the bulge in the front of her pants. He looked up at her, and she smiled, reaching down and lifting him out of the chair before swaddling him in her arms with ease. As she held him against her chest, Angel reckoned that her breasts might have been the size of his head. He did his best to hide his erection as she placed him back down on his feet, his head coming up to the bottom of her boobs. She chuckled as he stared at her.

"Why don't you two take a seat?" Stella said. "Paper, I'll let you sit in a big girl chair this time," Stella continued, pulling out a chair. "Have you two eaten?"

"Oh yes, we ate," replied Jen, with a wink at Stella. Everyone sat back at the table, except for Jen, who prepared a cup of coffee. Stella and Jen conversed about various things as Angel ate, and Paper stared at Angel, examining him up and down. Angel quickly finished his breakfast, and drank the last of his apple juice.

"Why don't we move this to the living room?" Jen suggested when Stella cleared Angel's plate. Stella agreed, and Jen scooped Angel off his feet, much to his surprise. Stella followed Jen, leading Paper through the house into the living room, where there was a large playpen fit for adult-sized toddlers. Jen easily carried Angel through the room and placed him down in the pen on all fours, smiling down at him as he looked up at her with a blush. She picked up Paper as well, and placed her down similarly in the pen.

"We'll give you two some time to get to know each other," Stella said, with a wink. "Auntie Jen and I are gonna be right here, on the couch. Just shout if you need us!" she continued as she and Jen went around and sat on the couch, which faced away from the playpen, before flicking on the TV. Angel and Paper stared at each other for a few seconds.

"You're adorable, you know," Paper said. Angel had no response. His face was beet red, feeling overwhelmed by his circumstances. His heart was racing; he was in an oversized playpen with an attractive woman, and they were both wearing diapers. And she liked him. It was like those stories he had read online, except this time it was very real.

"Someone's shy," Paper said, quietly, getting close to him and giving him flirty eyes. She spun around and stuck her giant fluffy tail in his nose, presenting her big diapered rump. She wiggled her tail in his snout, laughing. Her large tail was so soft and fluffy, like a giant pillow. She slowly crawled away from him before sitting on her knees and turning to face him.

"Hey, wanna play pounce?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, how do you--" Paper tackled Angel, putting her whole body weight on top of him. Her nose was right against his as they looked each other in the eyes. Her orange eyes were big and bright, and full of love, while Angel was slightly spooked. Paper was happy to have a new partner, especially one as cute as Angel. She smiled, and he felt his anxiety melt away as they both laughed. She climbed off of him and crawled away, wiggling her butt at him and looking back as she did. She was excited to have a new plaything.

"Okay, now my turn!" Angel said, playfully.

"Noooooo!" she yelled playfully as he pounced on her, landing on top of her. She grabbed him and they rolled around on the floor, somewhere between cuddling and fighting.

"I got you!" she said as she held him tight against her chest, squishing his head into her breasts as she laid on top of him. She sat up, straddling him, and then giggled at how red his face was.

"You're such a cutie!" she cooed, giggling at Angel, who was kind of a mess right now. Angel was loving having her on top of him, and was hoping it wouldn't end. Paper took a deep breath in, and then sighed. Angel was confused by her sudden change of behavior until he heard a quiet hissing, and then a soft splashing. Paper smiled absentmindedly as she willfully wet her diaper, the warm pee thoroughly soaking into the thick padding she had around her waist. Angel watched her, feeling himself growing hard within his diaper. He'd only ever seen this kind of thing in videos on the internet, yet here was Paper, wetting herself right on top of him. He stared up at her in disbelief, and when she finished she looked back down at him.

"What's wrong?" she asked, curiously.

"I-, you just wet your diaper," he said, stammering. He was starting to think about his own growing urge to pee, but he was still a little anxious about actually wetting his diaper.

"Well yeah, what else was I gonna do, dummy?" she said, spinning around and sticking her sodden diaper in his face. With it only inches from his snout, his mind was going crazy, seeing and smelling just how wet the thick, discolored diaper was. The star pattern on the childish diaper that he saw earlier was gone completely now. "You like that?" she said, wiggling. He did. He loved it.

"I hope you two are playing nice over there," Stella said, not looking behind her.

"We are!" Paper said, crawling off of Angel. Angel's need to pee was increasing at an alarming rate. Paper noticed that something was off when he didn't pounce on her, and asked him what was wrong.

"I kind of have to pee," he said, nervously. He wasn't sure he was ready to use his diaper. He felt anxious, and there was something inside him preventing him from just letting go.

"Then go in your diaper, dummy!" Paper replied, playfully. Angel whined, feeling rather desperate as his needs increased.

"I just, I--" he stuttered, looking at his diaper. He realized that he didn't want to just use his diaper, he wanted to have a real accident. He wanted to be demoted, just not yet; he wanted a slower fall. "Mommy? Can I, um, can I use the toilet?" he asked. Paper gave him a betrayed look.

"You need to use the potty?" Stella said. "Okay sweetie, just let Mommy finish this okay?" she said, loudly, over the TV. Angel felt relieved, despite his desperation. Paper pounced on him.

"Tickle monster!" she yelled, tickling Angel all over his tummy. He tried to roll away, but she had him pinned. She laughed and he panicked as she tickled him all over his tummy, making his situation exponentially more desperate. As much as he wondered what it felt like to pee a diaper, he hadn't wanted to learn just yet. However, as she tickled him more and his bladder started to hurt really bad, he worried he would have an answer to his question very soon.

The dam burst, and Angel gasped as he felt his pullups rapidly flood. The hot urine flowed out quickly, and the pullup was slow to absorb it all. He felt himself start to leak as Paper giggled, and Stella appeared above them.

"Ready to use the potty?" Stella asked, looking down at him.

"Um, I had an accident..." he said, bashfully. "Paper tickled me and it made me pee."

"Paper! You naughty girl! You made your brother pee himself!" Stella scolded.

"I mean, he was going to anyway!" Paper replied.

"Don't you backtalk me, young lady. Your brother is a big boy, unlike you, and has the ability to use the potty if he asks," she explained. Angel was still kind of in shock.

"How come Angel gets pullups and I have to wear this stupid thick diaper?!" Paper whined, feeling betrayed.

"You know not to talk to Mommy like that. You are in big trouble, and have earned yourself quite the punishment," Stella said.

"What? Why!? It's not fair!"

"It's very fair. You caused your brother to wet his diaper, and you continued to backtalk me even though you know not to."

"Mommy, I'm sorry, please I won't do it again!" Paper pleaded. It was futile, and everyone in the room knew it.

"Quit your whining. Auntie Jen is going to watch you while I give Angel a change," Stella said, unlatching a wall of the playpen and leading Angel out. "I suggest you give her your best behavior."

Stella led Angel up the stairs, guiding him down the hallway and into the nursery where he had been before. Standing in the middle of the room, Stella unceremoniously undid his overalls and pulled them down to his ankles.

"Wow, you really soaked this thing, huh?" Stella said, crouching down cupping underneath his pullup and squishing it around. She looked up at him with a smug face as he blushed hard, once again getting an erection. The warm pee in the diaper squished against his soft balls and created a tremendous sensation as the wet padding moved against his growing shaft. Angel moaned a little bit as Stella kept kneading his wet pullup.

"Do you have any pee left?" Stella asked. Angel thought for a second, and realized that he did still have a little bit in his bladder.

"Yes, mommy, I do," he said, quietly.

"Well then let's go to the potty," she said, standing up and grabbing his hand. Angel stepped out of the overalls around his ankles and was guided by her into the bathroom. Stella yanked down Angel's wet pullup, his semi flaccid cock flopping out. She instructed him to sit on the toilet, and then stood over him, watching as he emptied the rest of his bladder into the waiting toilet. When she heard the stream come to an end, she smiled.

"Who's a good boy?" she said, in the way one might talk to a puppy. Angel had a bashful look on his face as he stood, and as Stella very patronizingly guided him through the handwashing process. Stella unlatched the door and led Angel back out, not bothering to pull his diaper back up. Angel felt like he was going to die of embarrassment as he waddled through the hallway, half-erect penis swinging around. Even though no one saw him, he felt humiliated.

Stella didn't bother to close the door to the nursery as she put him up on the changing table and wiped him down, making sure to be extra slow on all of his most sensitive parts. She gently rubbed his balls and stroked his shaft, all under the guise of "cleaning," before putting him into a fresh pullup, leaving him thoroughly teased. When he was let down from the changing table, Stella changed him into a set of pajamas, refusing his request to dress himself and treating him like a toddler.

"I think someone needs a nap, don't you? We had quite the drive this morning," she said. Angel had forgotten that he had been on the road this morning; it felt like it was yesterday. The idea of a nap did sound pretty appealing. Angel nodded, and Stella helped him climb into the crib before locking the bars back in place.

"You sleep tight now, okay? Mommy will wake you in a few hours. Good night, sweetie!" she said, kindly, making Angel feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The bed was soft and warm, and with the lights of the room turned off, he fell asleep quickly.