FSE

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~ ~ ** **Prologue ~ ~

Poor little Luke never had any luck with the ladies. Most women wouldn't even give him the time of day, dismissing him outright due to his miniscule stature. He was a fennec fox, which meant that he just barely came up to the waistline of most women he tried to talk to. Even though he came from a rather rich family, all the ladies saw was a scrawny little shrimp with ears bigger than his head.

Of course his parents tried to set him up on dates with girls that were more his size, but it never worked out. He simply wasn't attracted to women of his species. They were too skinny, no boobs, no ass. More importantly, they weren't big enough for him. Indeed, he was just as superficial as all the females who scorned him, but there was another reason that he sought a bigger mate.

Embarrassingly enough, he wanted to find a woman who could carry him around and treat him like a baby, someone who could cradle him in her arms and rock him to sleep. His secret love of infantilization had always been his shameful secret, and the primary reason he'd never had a real girlfriend. He was in his mid-twenties and still a virgin. Unfortunately, it didn't look like that would change anytime soon.

Even if he could work up the courage to share his secret with another person, who would want him then? What are the chances that any of the ladies he met out at the club would be interested in diapering him and feeding him out of a bottle? They'd die laughing, and then they'd tell their friends, and their friends would die of laughing. It seemed hopeless. He'd either die alone, or he'd end up married to some other fennec, never meeting the big, voluptuous mommy of his dreams.

What other option was there? He couldn't go around telling people that he wanted to be pampered and babied. If word got back to his parents they could disown him. They'd always been prudish and strict, never having anything positive to say about sex. They probably didn't even know that there were people out there with a fetish for diapers and baby things. Though, it wasn't hard to imagine what they would think. They'd be disgusted. They'd call it pedophilia. They'd probably cutoff his trust fund and never speak to him again. Anything to keep his dirty little secret away from the family name.

His loneliness drove him deeper and deeper into the internet. Having no outlet for his diaper lust in his real life, he spent hours scouring the net for picture of other boys and girls who were lucky enough to have the life he'd always fantasized about. Eventually, he discovered blogs suited to his specific interests, big women infantilizing smaller men.

He was instantly addicted. The women were gorgeous: tigers, wolves, bears, even gigantic clydesdale mares. The men were runty little wimps just like him, rabbids and squirrels and the like. He would give anything to take their place, nestling up in the strong arms of any of those women. Eventually, his desires got the better of him and he made an account on a dating website that specialized in fetish enthusiasts.

He went with a fake name, but everything else was out there for the world to see. He came right out and said that he was a wealthy, young male fennec fox, light cream-colored fur, who wanted needed a mommy to turn him back into a pup. He spilled his guts, writing about everything he was interested in: diapers, baby bottles, pajamas, baths, and everything else associated with being turned back into a toddler. He even got a bit smutty, mentioning spankings and light discipline in addition to some more traditional sexual acts. He felt possessed as he wrote his online profile, coming out with all the details he'd kept repressed all these years.

He felt a little embarrassed, but followed-through anyway, submitting his online profile for all the world to see. He wanted this to work. He wanted to find someone who could give him what he'd fantasized about. He was ready to do anything to attract his dream girl, even going so far as to mention his trust fund right in his online profile. He knew it was dumb, that it could attract gold diggers, but that was kind of the point. Who cared if she was after money, just as long as she could give him what he wanted.

Even still, it seemed like a long shot. There were thousands of losers just like him, all looking for beautiful women to be their mommies. He doubted anyone would even notice his him. Though, to his surprise, he awoke to find several notes in his inbox the next day.

He could barely believe it had worked so well. However, his enthusiasm faded a bit with each profile he reviewed. The first one was promising. Very motherly, but ultimately decided she was a bit too old for him. The second was fatter than he liked and came off as a bit of a hick in the way she wrote. The third was a cute looking otter girl. She had a pretty face, but she was too little for him. The fourth woman looked like a cheap hooker, and he could tell from her selfies that she lived in a filthy, trash-filled apartment.

He had little hope left by the time he got to the last unread message, but it turned out to be the most promising by far. Her name was Ruby and she was tall and elegant, just his type. A sleek, beautiful panthress, covered from head to toe in jet-black fur that have a shine to her flawless body. He was practically drooling as he reviewed the tasteful nudes contained in her gallery, but it was the description that really got him excited.

She said that she was a dedicated caregiver who loved to turn grown men back into babies, and that she had a lot of experience with all types of boys, but that she preferred small men. She said she had no problems with diaper changes and round the clock care, and that she was only truly happy when she had an adult baby to care for. It almost seemed too good to be true. The profile was less than eight hours old, but he decided to message her anyway, regardless of his suspicions.

It couldn't hurt to listen to what she had to say. If she seemed like a creep, then he could always block her, but he had to at least try. He always chickened-out when it came to things like this, but it would be different this time if he could just have some backbone. So he summoned all of his courage and sent Ruby a reply to ask if she wanted to chat.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer, and within twenty minutes she was reaching out to him on instant messenger. She was open and approachable, easy to talk to. She was happy to answer questions, and she had questions of her own for him. His suspicion about her intentions melted away as they messaged each other back and forth for the rest of the night, sharing secrets and person stories about their lives.

After chatting for hours, she confided that she was tired of being a "mommy for hire." She loved being a caregiver, but after all these years it left her feeling empty. She knew that her clients didn't really love her. They were only using her to get their kicks before inevitably abandoning her. It had happened time and time again, she said, and each time it felt like she lost a part of herself. She didn't want to go through that again.

The way she wrote was sincere, like she was an open book, and Luke ate-up every word of it. He felt a bit foolish for mentioning his riches in his profile. He sounded just like the men from Ruby's story, selfishly looking for any random woman who was willing to fulfil his shameful pleasures, then shedding her like dead skin once he'd gotten his fill. That's not who he was, and that's not what he wanted.

He wanted someone that would love him and care for him like a real baby. He wanted someone he could love back. Someone that made him feel so safe and protected that he could call her his mommy and really mean it. He wanted something real, something you couldn't buy with money.

Taking a risk, he asked if he could meet her, knowing that was the only way to truly know if they had a deeper connection. She seemed guarded, like she was afraid of being hurt again, but he insisted he wasn't like the other men she'd described, and asked her to think about it. She agreed, saying she'd think about it and give him an answer tomorrow.

It was a sleepless night for the young love-struck fennec, but eventually the morning came. As promised, he found her answer waiting for him in his inbox. She had agreed to meet and mentioned a park near her apartment where he could pick her up that night. Luke replied back ecstatically to let her know he'd be here and then began making arrangements.

He spared no expense, renting a stretch limousine to chauffeur them around. She was there, waiting like she promised, looking fantastic. The pictures didn't do her justice, and it was all he could do to keep his tongue in his mouth as he greeted her for the first time. Fortunately, he was soon able to get his bearing, and managed to compose himself like a perfect gentleman.

She gave him a warm smile and complimented his adorable little suit as she took his hand, thanking him as he helped her into the back of the limo. He usually would have been nervous having a beautiful woman sitting next to him, towering over him like a goddess, but he found it surprisingly easy to relax around her. He usually would have been tripping over his words, trying too hard to impress, but with her it was different. She didn't look down at him in disgust like other women. For the first time, it felt like he could be himself and that would be enough.

They sipped champagne and conversed all the way to the restaurant. She didn't have much to say about herself, preferring to steer the conversation back to him most of the time. Though, when she did speak, her voice was like Music to his oversized ears. Her voice was sultry and sensual, but still dripping with class. She seemed so mature and refined, grown-up. It made Luke feel like a kid in comparison.

She talked about which clubs she liked in the city, and what plays she'd seen recently. Meanwhile, he spent most evening at home playing video games, and you were more likely to catch morning cartoons instead of the morning news. A bit embarrassed by his immaturity, he kept the conversation light, focusing on the plans for the rest of the night until they reached their first stop.

The restaurant she picked was fancy and sophisticated to match her personality. He tried to maintain an air of confidence, but he definitely felt self-conscious. He couldn't help but notice the sideways glances from the staff and the other patrons, but that was to be expected. Ruby was twice his size and had about ten years on him. He looked like a child seated next to her, but she hardly seemed to care, totally unashamed to been seen in public with him, despite his size.

Dinner was fantastic. She seemed to like him okay, which was good because he was head over heels for her. He took her out on the town and did everything he could to show her a good time. He threw caution to the wind, getting so drunk that she was eventually able to talk him into getting up and dancing with her, something he'd never have the balls to do otherwise. Surprisingly, they had a great time and she reciprocated when they got back to her apartment.

She invited him upstairs to his place, and even carried his little drunk ass up the stairs. Once she got him inside, she helped him out of his clothes and put him into a cute little pull-up diaper. Sure, it was meant for actual toddlers, but it was the perfect fit for the small fennec fox like him. The same could be said of the cute little baseball shirt she pulled down over his head and the little blue pacifier she popped into his mouth. In minutes he had been transformed back into a pup again, and it was all he ever hoped for.

He thought it would be more embarrassing, but it wasn't. She never reminded him that he was a grown-up in diapers. She spoke warmly and treated him with tender loving care, just like a real mommy. She even encouraged him to wet his diaper, so he didn't have to ask permission. He spent the night cuddled up next to mommy on the sofa watching movies until he fell asleep, it was the closest thing to heaven that he could imagine.

The next morning he woke up with a bit of a hangover, but mommy was there to take care for him. She stripped him out of his wet diaper and gave him a bubble bath. Once she had meticulously cleaned every inch of his naked body, she lifted him out of the tub and dried him off. Then she carried him over to the changing table where she laid him down on his back and cleaned him off before giving him his very first blow job.

It felt amazing, the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt. He lasted less than two minutes before cumming uncontrollably into her unsuspecting mouth. For a moment he wondered if she was going to get mad at him, but she swallowed it down without complaint before telling him what a good boy he was as she applied baby powder to his freshly milked dick and balls. Then a fresh new pull-up diaper was slid up around his waist, followed by her carrying him over to the sofa for some much-needed breakfast.

She lifted her shirt to reveal a her large ebony breasts and stiff, erect nipples. Without hesitation, she lifted his head, pressing his small toothy muzzle up into her soft, heaving bosoms. Not waiting for permission, he popped her nipple into his mouth and began to suck, causing her to moan in pleasure.

He suckled like a real baby, finding that his new mommy was actually lactating. The thought of such a thing would have revolted him before, but he had totally fallen for this woman. He wanted her milk inside him, and it turned him on so much that she seemed to be getting pleasure from the way he sucked at her teats. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually the milk ran dry and she had to pull him away, her warm smile saying more than words ever could. It was then he knew that he was in love, and wanted to be with her, always.

Their relationship began immediately. He gave her money, renting her a bigger condo so she'd be closer to him. Though, it didn't take long before he'd moved out of his parent's house to stay with her all the time. Of course, he did eventually have to introduce her to his parents, but only as his girlfriend. He didn't mention anything about their other kinky activities, leaving his parents to wonder what such a lovely, lithe, panthress beauty would want with their tiny little son.

Money was the obvious motivator, but Luke insisted that Ruby wasn't like that. Still, his parents had their doubts, but tried to be supportive anyway. Even if they didn't totally understand their relationship, it was obvious how happy they were together. So much so that it was hardly a surprise when they announced their engagement only three months later. His parents were rightfully nervous about how fast their's engagement was moving, but he wasn't going to let that stand in his way.

They eloped together, married at the courthouse and went on a week-long honeymoon. No one found out about their marriage until after the honeymoon and no one really saw too much of the happy couple after that. They became reclusive, moving to a new home out of state. He claimed it was so she could be closer to Ruby's family, but that was a lie. He'd never met her family, and she'd been happy enough to never bring them up. He just wanted to get a few hundred miles between him and his family so he could spend the rest of his life being pampered by his beloved bride without anyone to get between them.

For then on, he got to live like a real pup, his dream come true. His new wife kept him in diapers all the time, giving him regular changes throughout the day which often ended with him cumming into the palm of her hand. She cut up his food and fed it to him. She even bathed him. He didn't have to do anything but play video games and look cute for mommy while she cared for him. His trust fund took care of their expenses, so they never had to work. It was all play, all the time, the perfect relationship. Of course, like any marriage. Things began to change somewhat after the "honeymoon period".

Unbeknownst to the naive young fennec, his new bride wanted a bit more out of the relationship. It wasn't a simple coincidence they met online. She was a formerly a dominatrix by trade, always looking for a rich fool who was looking to be dominated and controlled. Of course, she wasn't a common sex worker who traded sexual favors for money. No, her scheme was a bit more complicated than that.

She dominated men completely, and not just their bodies. She dominated their wallets too, taking control of their finances to fund her work-free lifestyle. She'd move in and start spending their money, living the high life, all while convincing these lonely suckers that it was them she loved and not just their cash. She was good at her trade, but even still, the con never lasted too long. Eventually, they'd get wise to her scheme or simply grow tired of her. Either way, they always cut her loose, sending her back to the internet to find another sugar daddy that she could sink her teeth into.

After years of bouncing from man to man, she decided to try for a big payout. She was tired of putting in months, sometimes years of work, only to be kicked to the curb with nothing to show for it. She hid all evidence of her sordid past and went back on the prowl to find someone with more money than brains to take advantage of, and this time she wouldn't settle for anything less than marriage. She just had to tie the knot for real, and then she'd be set for life. Her poor hubby wouldn't ever be able to shake her loose unless he was willing to part with half of everything he owned, and she'd take him for every penny she could.

Of course, it wasn't easy finding a horny old man on the internet who had money and was also willing to get hitched. She wasted a lot of time chasing men who ended up cutting her off the moment she mentioned marriage, but eventually she got lucky when she stumbled upon the online profile of a certain little fennec fox.

He was young, naive, desperate, and easy to exploit. Best of all, he was rich. It only took a few hours to craft an online persona that embodied everything he wanted in a woman, and he took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Once her claws with into him, there was no escape. He was a virgin who lacked self-confidence, easy prey for a women like her who was willing to give him what he wanted. She was his first lover, and she had all the right moves to make it count.

The only snag was the fact that her new miniature husband wasn't actually rich yet, it was all his parents' money. Still, she was getting older and a bit more desperate. She'd end up alone and penniless if she didn't find a man to latch onto soon so some concessions would have to be made. Instead of a quick payout, she'd have to work on a long con until he got his inheritance. All she had to do to enjoy his money was stay married to him, and that would be easy enough.

He was small, submissive, and easy to control. If he wanted a dominant woman to treat him like a child, then that's what he'd get. She'd never have to answer to him for anything along as she could retain the role of "mommy" in their relationship, and she wasn't planning to give that up. She'd have all the benefits of being married to the well-to-do little runt, all while being free to do whatever she pleased.

Plus, all of their baby time together would make great blackmail material to hang over his head if he ever thought about "growing up". It was a perfect scheme, especially now that they'd moved away from his family to get more privacy. It would be so much easier to keep him under her thumb now that there was no one around to meddle in their affairs. He'd already started started to become totally dependent on her for everything now that his parents were out of the picture.

Back when they were engaged, they'd have baby time for a few hours a day at most, but now that they were married baby time never had to end. She cooked for him and cut his food, delivering bottles of milk and juice throughout the day while he sat in his diapers and footie pajamas playing video games on the couch. She'd change him when he wet and messed himself, never complaining no matter how stinky his soiled diapers were, keeping him powdered and lotioned like a real baby. She even tucked him in at night with a kiss on the forehead after giving him an innocent little handjob to make sure his little balls were drained before bed. She seemed like the perfect caregiver, hardly asking for anything in return.

Though, it was all part of the plan. She put up with him, no matter how demanding and whiny he got. He seemed to be reverting into a spoiled child brat as the weeks went on, but that wasn't going to be a problem. She wanted him to revert back into a helpless child that needed her. Once he'd forgotten how to be a self-reliant adult, then she'd be able to exert her unlimited authority over him.

Of course, the foolish boy fell right into the trap. In less than six months he'd gone from a somewhat mature young man to a literal man-child. He was dependent on his diapers and refused to drink from anything other than a baby bottle. He whined for anything he wanted, pouting and crying crocodile tears until he got his way. He stubbornly refused to compromise on anything and was never willing to help with anything around the house, stomping and pouting if she tried to make him do anything he didn't want.

Finally, she had enough, deciding it was time to execute the next phase of her plan. Her foot came down and she let him know who was going to be in charge from then on. She informed him that she'd be making the rules, and that he'd be punished if he broke them, just like a real child. At first, he seemed resistant to the changes, but she had ways of making him comply.

A nice new pacifier to keep him quiet whenever she grew tired of him. If he spit it out, then she had another bigger pacifier with a leather strap that could be locked in his disobedient little mouth. If he didn't want to go to bed on time, she had some thick restraints that would keep him in bed. Most importantly, she stopped with the constant diaper changes. If he wanted his diapers changed, he had to earn it, and that meant he had to do what mommy said unless he wanted to sit in his mushy, squishy diapers all night.

It took a few weeks to adjust, and a lot of punishments. Spankings, time outs, mouth soapings, whatever it took to teach the little brat that mommy was in charge. Though, eventually things did get easier. He eventually realized that there was no fighting back against mommy. She was bigger and stronger, and she'd always have her way in the end. It was like a toddler trying to fight back against his mother. He had no chance against her.

He'd finally gotten exactly what he really wanted, or so he thought. He wanted to be turned back into a baby, and that's what he was now. Just a helpless baby who needed his mommy to take care of him, and she wasn't going to let him grow up anytime soon. In fact, she was really starting to like the whole "dommy mommy" thing.

Her plan had worked better than she imagined, and now it was time to get what was hers. She had control of her husband, control of the house, and control of the money. She was going to do what she wanted, when she wanted, and no one was going to tell her she couldn't, especially not her diaper pissing little runt of a husband. Without a doubt, this was mommy's house now.