{"sf1_id":1009658,"sf2_id":"214xbbb1","title":"#1 Dad","author":"BadRoy","words":3457,"posted_at":"2016-05-23T22:04:00.000Z","tags":["Big Lip","Diaper","Dog","Grant","Incontinence","hunk","messing","wetting"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1009658-1-dad","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214xbbb1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/67/a8/67a84012-24b5-478a-a17f-c23eb34a9b83","description":"#4 of Grant and Grace\n\nOverburdened student Dave Sewell wishes to be free of responsibilities and Grant delivers ... by turning him into an anthro dog, trapping him in a diaper, and serving as his hunky, big-lipped daddy. #1 Dad indeed.\nAlways been fond of this story. Apologies if the text formatting is funky.","content":"* * *\n\n\"Mom I'm sorry. I don't think I'm going to make it over there tonight. It's already late and I am\n\nswamped.\" David Sewell began. \"But I'll make it up to you this weekend Ok? Tell everybody I say 'Hi'.\n\nLove you, bye.\" After ending the phone call Dave shoves the phone into his backpack and impatiently\n\nwaits for his subway stop. After having to stay overtime at work and with a term paper awaiting\n\ncompletion the diligent student prays for the rest of the night to go smoothly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave's subway car then grinds to a slow and unplanned stop. He and the other passengers look toward\n\nthe front of the car quizzically.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm sorry everyone. This car is having some technical difficulties. A truck is coming out to look us over.\n\nI'm going to open the doors. You can depart if you'd like or wait for the truck to arrive. We apologize for\n\nthe inconvenience.\" The crackling speaker voice announces.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh goddamnit!\" Dave blurts. Thankfully the train car is scant blocks from his apartment so he opts to\n\nwalk. The families and less able passengers take seats as Dave and a dozen others angrily head for the\n\ndoors. Grumbles and cusses escape the mouths of all. As the student steps into the frighteningly cold\n\nJanuary gusts a buzzing in his pocket alerts him to a text message. 'Tessa: Hey D, can I see you tonite?\n\nMiss you!' Dave groans at the message and with great disappointment replies that he will be\n\noverwhelmed with school-work for the night. He power-walks home with eyes and nose dribbling mucus\n\ndue to the cold.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave buried himself in work that night. He set aside all distractions and brewed fresh pot of coffee to\n\nget the job done. Once when his term paper was nearly completed his supervisor sent him an e-mail\n\nrequesting that he come in to work the next day, a day Dave was supposed to have off. He relented and\n\nafter a small mental breakdown and some more coffee Dave's work was finally complete. He groggily\n\nsaved his progress and prepared for bed. 'Fuck, what a terrible day.' He thought 'Some days I just wish I\n\nhad no responsibilities at all.' Finally the student took his well-deserved sleep. Though his night was\n\nplagued by nightmares.\u0026nbsp; Visions of a creature, a dog of man-like shape and proportion, stalked and\n\nmenaced him. Its wicked claws and lifeless black eyes stirring a fear so grave it surpassed Dave's\n\ncomprehension.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave awakes feeling groggy and paranoid. Thankfully the nightmare phantoms of the previous night\n\nwere only half-remembered and rapidly fading. Dave tosses and turns for minutes with eyes closed. He\n\nlongs to simply forget his job and stay in bed, but his dutiful nature forces him to open his eyes and\n\naddress the abnormal brightness imposing itself on his eyelids.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wuhh? Where... am ahh! Ahh! What, What the fuck?!\" Dave shouts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe realizes first that the room he is waking up in is not the one in which he fell asleep. His present\n\nsurroundings suggest a baby's bedroom. The wallpaper is purple. An open closet spills baby blocks and\n\ntoy cars. A huge table in the corner of the square room serves a changing station well stocked with\n\nhugely thick diapers, baby powder, and for some reason, lubricant. The door is shut and Dave peers\n\nfrom between the bars of what appears to be a wooden crib sized for a full grown man. He can barely\n\nreach the tops of the bars.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave's more immediate concern is related to his body. When he made to rub the sleep from his eyes his\n\nhand met a cold, wet nose and upon opening his eyes he saw a clawed and white-furred hand. After\n\nripping the cushy, colorful sheets from his body Dave was terrified to find his whole body transformed.\n\nLooking over his broad, white muzzle he saw white fur covering every inch of his body. His legs have\n\ntaken a digitigrade form. As he shouts in an unknown voice he manipulates his clawed toes to learn they\n\nare in fact his own. He is nude under the sheets aside from a single garment: A thickly padded diaper.\n\nPerhaps two.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ahhhhhhh, what the hell is going on?\" Dave cries. Bringing his three-fingered hand to his muzzle he\n\nfeels its sloped shape. Distraught Dave reasons that, for whatever impossible reason, he has become an\n\nanthropomorphic dog. He inspects his furred form groggily. Dave tugs at the warm diaper around his\n\nwaist in shock. It crinkles loudly, but holds firm against his strongest pulls. Suddenly footsteps approach\n\nfrom outside the door. Dave covers his naked canine body with the sheets as the visitor unlocks the door\n\nfrom the outside.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn strides a vaguely familiar character. It is another anthropomorphic dog. This one being much larger\n\nand more muscular. He wears shorts and a revealingly tight, pink t-shirt bearing the words \"#1 Dad.\"\n\nAtop his thick neck is a head shaped like Dave's own, though this dog has black splotches around his\n\neyes and his themselves eyes are wholly black. He has shoulder-length, wavy black hair and the dog's\n\nblack lower lip is enormously oversized. It puffs out and glistens lusciously. The visitor beams.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sounds like the baby is finally awake. How did we sleep Davey?\" The dog asks in a cooing voice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave remains frozen for a period before hazarding to open his muzzle and speak. \"Wh--who are you?\n\nWhat the hell is happening right now?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe visitor approaches on heavy, padding feet. \"I am Grant silly. Your daddy? I heard you crying on the\n\nmonitor so I came to get you for some breakfast. You must be hungry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dad, what?\" Dave asks hopelessly confused.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Listen. I heard your wish last night. You wanted to be free of responsibility. So I thought 'What kind of\n\nperson has no responsibilities whatsoever?'\" Grant asks coyly. Dave is too stunned to respond. \"Babies!\n\nAnd I've always wanted a son so this is perfect. You will play the baby and I'll be your hunky, single dad.\"\n\nGrant finishes by posing and flexing his sinuous arms.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You heard my wish? What? Why would you change me into a dog... person? This isn't what I wanted.\n\nChange me back!\" Dave yells. Grant shakes his head causing his puffy black lip to sway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sorry honey. I want to feel the joys of fatherhood. Besides now you won't have any responsibilities at\n\nall. All you have to worry about is eating, sleeping, and making messes in your diaper.\" Grant explains.\n\nUnsettling white distortions play in his black eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I don't know what you are you freak, but I'm not going to be your stinking baby.\" Dave shouts\n\nindignantly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh you won't?\" Grant responds mischievously \"That's strange because you seem to be acting like one\n\nright now.\" Grant points a claw at Dave's lower portion as a hissing sound is heard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Huh? Ohhhhh, nooo.\" Dave groans. He is helplessly wetting himself. He sits up and watches as his\n\ndiaper begins to swell and yellow with urine. The diaper wells and bloats, but contains all of the waste.\n\nThe diaper is soon wet and heavy. \"C-can't stop peeing.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes Davey that is something babies have trouble with.\" Grant stands next to the giant crib watching his\n\nunwilling 'pup' finish his wetting. When he is done Dave sits blushing and ashamed. Before he can react\n\nGrant lifts Dave into his strong arms and cradles him. The size difference between the two was not\n\nillusory. Grant is somehow twice the height and size of a normal person. With his strong build he seems\n\nlike a true giant. The rest of the house presumably follows this scale forcing Dave to feel as though he is\n\nchild sized.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"H-hey, let me go!\" Dave pushes against Grant's massive and iron-like pectorals but makes no progress.\n\nHe tries to use his new claws to scratch Grant's arm, but they too are useless.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ohhh, you are precious!\" Grant says looking down at his hapless pup. Grant walks them out of the\n\nroom and into the hallway. \"Give daddy kisses.\" Grant puckers his robust lip and smothers Dave with\n\nseveral wet smooches.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Blech. Stop! Ack. Why is your lip so huge?\" Dave asks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh this old thing?\" Grant asks biting his canines over the plump, shiny lip. \"All the best hunks have\n\nthem!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGrant carries Dave into what appears to be a kitchen though to Dave everything is out of scale and\n\ndisorienting. The entire house appears to be stereotypically idyllic with cozy furnishings and pleasant\n\nsunlight streaming through every window. As Grant takes a seat at the kitchen table Dave is continually\n\npushing against the wall of Grant's muscle. The larger dog only laughs in response. The smell of Dave's\n\nwet diaper wafts around the pair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Alright, time for your milk hon.\" Grant says.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Arrgh.\" Dave grunts as he struggles. \"What milk? I don't see any milk.\" Smirking Grant draws Dave's\n\neyes to one of his erect nipples which tent poles under his tight shirt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Pahaha, you have got to be joking! You're a guy. Forget you, unggg. Let me go!\" Dave chuckles.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I know how my own body works Dave.\" Grant says as he tugs the bottom of his shirt above his sinewy\n\npecs. A tender pink nipple peeks from Grant's white fur and Dave's laughter dies in his throat when he\n\nsees a dribble of milk escapes the teat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh god. No. I'm not sucking your -- Mmfff\" Dave begins before Grant, with the huge leathery palm of\n\nhis hand presses Dave's reluctant muzzle against his nipple. As he does so some of the creamy fluid\n\nseeps into Dave's shut jaws. His eyes widen. The smaller dog is astounded by the taste. It is flavorful,\n\nsweet, and it leaves his mouth tingling. From even the small amount he tasted his taste buds are ablaze\n\nwith pleasure. Smiling approvingly Grant removes his mammoth hand from Dave's head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"He-hey. This... is really good. Why does it taste so good?\" Dave wonders. Escape is momentarily\n\nforgotten as Dave's will wavers. He has to taste the milk again. Even if it means degrading himself\n\nbeyond belief. He shuts his eyes and puckers his lips against the swollen nipple and begins to suckle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis mouth is filled with Grant's flowing masculine milk. It is warm and fills his body with a curious\n\necstasy. Eyes still closed he wraps his arms around the firm, bulging pectoral and sucks harder. Wet\n\nsquelching sounds accompany his fervent drinking. He realizes that he was in fact hungry and he drinks\n\nhis fill of his \"daddy's\" nourishing milk. Grant watches with a genuine adoration. He caresses the back of\n\nDave's head with his giant hands and occasionally coos.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There's a good puppy. Daddy's got you.\" Grant whispers to the helpless dog in his arms. He rocks him\n\ngently.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I -shlp- can't believe I'm -shlep- doin' this. Just shho good\" Dave groans between passionate lapping.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You know, I can't either.\" Grant muses \"After all my milk does have laxative properties...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Spffffff What!?\" Dave yells. He spits out the milk in his mouth wetting Grants fur.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Darn I guess I forgot to mention that. It's true. And given how much milk you just gulped down you are\n\ngoing to be needing those diapers again very soon.\" Grant remarks off-handedly. His mischievous grin\n\nrevealing that the 'accident' was anything but.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave can already feel the telltale rumblings in his stomach. He doubles over against Grant's chest.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Unng, you sick bastard.\" Dave groans. Grant then crouches and places the smaller dog on the floor\n\nwhere he promptly clutches his chest. Foreboding farts begin to resound from within Dave's already-wet\n\ndiaper. \"Oh god, I can't hold it.\" Dave says.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No my little puppy. You can't. And you never will again.\" Grant says triumphantly as he bends to watch\n\nDave's misery.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen it finally comes Dave is entirely unable to hold back the flood. Farting and groaning is heard as the\n\ndog bends and shits in his diaper. It takes nearly a full minute for the brown tide to subside. When it\n\ndoes Dave's diaper is now brown, sagging, and very stinky.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ohhhh god. Fuck. Don't look at me!\" Dave yells at Grant who is watching and licking his black lip in\n\nenjoyment.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Uh oh. Baby made poopies!\" Grant calls in his baby voice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs Dave farts into his messy diaper he starts to pee again as well. The wet hiss causing poor Dave's\n\ncheeks to flush red. He attempts to hide his face from an ever-watchful Grant who enjoys the entire\n\nsituation immensely. Grant's lip is pulled back to reveal a toothy and malicious grin. Dave wishes he\n\ncould fade from existence. When Dave is finally finished with his business the diaper he wears is terribly\n\nswollen and cumbersome. It is a stinky and crinkling bulb around his waist. At a loss of what to do next\n\nDave tugs at the slightly browned diaper. The stench in his unfamiliarly strong nose makes him recoil.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good boy!\" Grant says cheerily. \"Who's daddy's stinky puppy?\" Dave stands frozen in disbelief and\n\nhumiliation. \"That's right, you are.\" As the large dog says this he pokes Dave in the chest with a colossal\n\nhand claw causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto his padded bum.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Awwww gross.\" Dave cries. The warm and smelly contents of his diapers press against his butt. The\n\never-present crinkling only further embarrassing the dog. Dave quickly rises to his paws, but the damage\n\nis done. \"I hate you!\" Dave yells.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Geez you are so cranky Davey.\" Grant says shaking his head disapprovingly. \"I hope you don't grow up\n\nto be a psychopath or something.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're a psychopath!\" Dave shouts. \"And I'm already an adult you idiot.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't you talk to your father like that!\" Grant orders, wagging a meaty finger in Dave's flustered face.\n\nDave crosses his arms in a huff.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh honey, my milk is all over your face. I'm going to get a towel to clean you up Ok? Don't move.\"\n\nGrant says. He stomps toward the kitchen cabinets.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave, feeling the first glint of hope since he awoke, quickly seizes this opportunity. Dave plans an\n\nescape. He thought he had seen a door down the cyclopean hallway. He decides that he will scan for\n\nopen windows and other doors on the way to the known exit. Dave glances disdainfully at his sagging,\n\nstinky diaper. Before he makes his break he awkwardly carries the soiled garment. He tries his best to be\n\nquiet, but as he is entering the hallways the crinkling of the diaper gives him away. Grant's ears perk up.\n\nDave makes his loping run toward the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Dave, don't you dare.\" Grant says loudly and sternly without turning around. \"David I'm warning you.\n\nCome back here right now.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe smaller dog ignores and hustles toward the huge door. He will just be able to leap and turn the knob\n\nif he can make it in time. As he runs he wonders what he might do in the outside world. Thinking of\n\nGrant's terrifying black eyes Dave buries the fear that there might not be an outside world to speak of.\n\nGrant doesn't sound as though he is in pursuit. Dave finally reaches the door and prepares to jump and\n\nturn the knob. Before he can though he hears a snap of fingers and he falls to the floor. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I warned you.\" Dave fearfully turns his attention to the stairs to his left which Grant is presently\n\ndescending. He hadn't moved from the kitchen because he could be anywhere he wished. Dave\n\nwitnesses a black, glowing corona vanishing from behind the giant dog's back. A fearsome halo which is\n\ngone as soon as it is seen. Grant's black eyes stare invisibly from within a shadow. Dave is petrified. \"I\n\ndidn't want to do this David. Honestly. But babies who can't follow daddy's orders must have their\n\nwalking privileges taken away.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe smaller dog who is flat on the ground attempts to get to his feet and falls unceremoniously. After\n\nanother failed attempt he manages to rise to his hands and knees and stands hobblingly. Dumbly he\n\ncrawls. Grant continues his approach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"N-no. No! Damnit, I was so close.\" Dave cries as he attempts to speed away from his pursuer. He soon\n\nrealizes the futility as he can barely crawl and because Grant is twice his size.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Look at you now. Crawling like a useless, little baby.\" Grant says dismissively as he tosses his wavy,\n\nblack locks. \"You know what else you get for breaking the rules? A spanking. Come here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave frantically crawls, but Grant scoops him into his arms and sets him over his muscular knee.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I-I'm sorry. Please don't spank me. Please!\" Dave pleads.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"How sweet.\" Grant says in response before planting a sloppy kiss on the dog's muzzle and then\n\nforcefully smacking his diapered backside. Grant's massive hand slaps the entirety of Dave's rear. The\n\nmessy contents of the dog's diaper slosh around messily. The stench that was contained in the diaper\n\nescapes as well causing a nauseating perfume to cling to the pup. Grant continues to spank and spank\n\nthe misbehaving puppy who in spite of himself begins to whine like a dog. Dave is consumed with\n\nresignation. Spread on the muscular male's lap and without even the ability to stand he gives up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"P-please stop... daddy.\" Dave mutters, trying to hide his tears.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Did you just call me daddy?! Aww honey, that is adorable, thank you.\" Grant's formerly sinister face\n\nbrightens. He stops his spanking and sits Dave on his knee. \"I knew you'd come around.\" The massive\n\ndog hugs the smaller tightly. Dave, wanting to appease his daddy, reciprocates. \"I can't stay mad at you.\n\nBut Davey, His black eyes flash their frightening white nightmare shapes. \"If you disobey me again, I will\n\nturn you into a baby for real.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDave clings to Grant's chest fur \"I-it won't happen again daddy. I promise.\" He can hardly believe the\n\nwords he speaks, but his terror allows him to overcome his shame. He will do whatever it takes to\n\nmaintain what little control and dignity he presently has.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There's my baby boy.\" Grant lifts his pup into his arms and walks him down the hallway. \"Unfortunately\n\ndaddy has to go to the gym now. See if I can find you another... father figure.\" The pair enter Dave's\n\nroom. Grant coddles Dave a final time before laying him down in his man-sized crib.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey, daddy, when are you going to change my dia--Mmmp!\" Dave starts to inquire before, with a\n\nfinger snap from Grant, a pacifier suddenly appears in his mouth. It is attached to a strap which is slung\n\ntightly around his egg-shaped head. He tugs at it fruitlessly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh I'm sure I'll get around to it sometime this week.\" Grant replies casually.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hmmp?!?\" Dave groans in reply. His diaper is already sagging and bulbous. Not to mention rancid\n\nsmelling. The thought of having to live in it for a week almost drove him to contemplate escape again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ok Davey now lie down!\" Grant commands. Dave, against his will falls onto his back and the sheets of\n\nhis bed magically move to cover his body. When he regains control of his body he finds that the sheets\n\nfeel heavy as lead. He can barely move. His canine head thrashes above the covers as he whimpers and\n\nmoans.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good boy. Alright, one more kiss for the road.\" Grant gives his immobile puppy a final kiss. \"Sleep well\n\nhoney. Bye bye.\" The mammoth dog turns on his heal and sashays out of the room. Dave continues to\n\nstruggle for minutes. Eventually exhaustion overcomes him. The embarrassment and horror of the\n\nmorning had been overwhelming. Eventually he stopped struggling. He remembered fondly the\n\naddictive and creamy taste of Grant's milk. By degrees Dave admitted to himself that the crib is actually\n\nquite comfortable, even factoring in the smell of his irremovable diaper. In his delirious fatigue he nearly\n\ndecided that this life might not be so bad. The puppy drifted to sleep after wetting himself one final time\n\nwith visions of his doting and terrifying daddy playing in his dreams.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Grant and Grace","previous":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2wjXWn","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1011434-the-price.json"}}