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I yawned and stretched out the next morning as the first rays of the morning light shone through my bedroom window.

Well, I say bedroom - it was more of a puppy's nursery. Evidently Master had been planning this a long time, and I was the "lucky" girl he picked to fill his order. I grimaced as I shifted around and heard a crinkle, a heavy, cold dampness between my legs reminding me that I was diapered.

Despite agreeing to play along with Master's weird...thing...I'd put up a bit of a fuss when he tried to bottle-feed me. This was all a bit overwhelming, and it was hard to take everything all at once. Thankfully I didn't earn a spanking, but he sent me to bed...well, locked me in my crib...in just my collar and a very wet diaper. It felt just as gross now as it did when I finally fell asleep. I didn't dare take it off - I didn't want to wear it, but dogs are smarter than humans give us credit for.

I glanced over as I heard the door open, bringing my blanket up to cover my breasts. Master set some things on a shelf, then walked over to me.

"Morning baby girl!" he said, cheerfully. I wasn't sure whether to glare, cry, whimper, or just play along. This was all so confusing and irritating. He took a key out and unlocked the side of my crib, sliding it down. Without even hesitating he pulled the blanket aside, enough to expose my lower half, and slipped a finger inside the leghole of my diaper. I let out a muffled, surprised grunt. He already knew I needed changed.

"Aww, someone's a soggy puppy."

"Yeah, you sent me to bed like that," I said, a bit grouchy. He just grinned and pulled a bottle off the shelf, tapping it on his wrist.

"Puppy want some warm milk?" he said. I sighed - and _almost_said no, but I _really_wanted to get out of this diaper, too. He didn't give me any time to decide, though, before gently pushing me back onto the crib mattress and popping the nipple of the bottle between my lips. I was so thirsty I start sucking before I even had a chance to think about it. The warm milk felt nice, but I was taken by surprise - I spit out the nipple and knocked the bottle away, throwing it to the floor.

"NO! Bad puppy," Master yelled, crossly.

Uh-oh.

He picked me up under my arms, blanket sliding off me and onto the floor, and brought me over to a loveseat in the corner of the nursery, and sat down.

"M-master, I'm sorry, I, I'll...I'll drink it, just..." Pathetic, but hey, you can't blame a girl for trying, can you?

"Jasmine, you need to learn your lesson. I remember a puppy girl promising her master she'd do her best to play along. Ever since then you've been protesting. I warned you."

"N-no, please!" I pleaded, even as he bent me over his knee. I don't know why I didn't get what was coming next, but I started sobbing as soon as he undid the tail tape on my diaper, and pulled it down below the curve of my bottom. I thought he was going to...well, I didn't expect a spanking, although I'm glad that's all it was.

I gasped at the first strike, then went still. A second strike on my other cheek, and I was still trying to recover. By the third strike I was wiggling again, trying to get loose, promising my Master I'd be good. Nothing helped. By the twentieth strike - ten on each cheek, I'd resigned myself to my fate, simply trying not to break out in sobs. He didn't stop until forty, and by then, I _was_wailing. You'd think as an adult a spanking wouldn't do much, but taking twenty hits to each side? The pain just compounds.

When he was done, he pulled my diaper back up, and pulled me into a hug, rubbing my sore bottom through my diaper.

"There, there, it's over now. I know you don't like this but you need to accept that it's out of your control, okay? The sooner you do that, the sooner I'll give you some extra privileges. Okay?"

I nodded.

"That's a good girl. Go down and get your bottle now, then come back up in my lap."

It actually wasn't that bad when I settled down and started drinking. It was just giving up that adult pride that was killing me.

"You know, I find it kind of funny you put up more of a fuss about being bottle-fed than you did about wearing diapers."

"You haven't made me mess yet. Don't count me out..." I said, briefly taking my lips off the nipple.

"That will happen naturally whether you want it to or not. Though I won't let you hurt yourself - if you need help I have a couple ways of doing it." I shuddered, not wanting to know what that "help" would be. I decided it was better to just put off thinking about it until later...or whenever it happened.

Once I finished my bottle, he carried me over to the changing table and laid me down. He started to get the straps out, but stopped when I began whimpering. I didn't want to be restrained.

"I'll be good..." I whimpered. I didn't want to explain why the straps made me nervous...and luckily my Master could tell it was best not to ask.

"Okay, I'm going to trust you, puppy."

He made quick work of the front tapes, pulling the front of the diaper back, and lifting my legs up to pull it out from under me.

"Now, Jasmine, I know I said I wasn't going to touch you sexually, but I have to clean you up, okay? Do you understand the difference?"

I nodded, but closed my eyes. I...liked this man, in a weird sort of way, and I trusted him not to abuse me, but I'd spent several months being molested and had come very close to being raped on more than one occasion. It was a...sensitive subject.

In the end, it wound up not being as bad as I thought. He took a baby wipe and ran it up between my legs, then lifted me up to get between my rumpcheeks. He was gentle, but not in a sensual way. More of a business sort of thing. I didn't feel assaulted, for which I was grateful. In no time he had me in a clean diaper, for which I found myself oddly relieved, and slipped a new t-shirt over my head...this one equally short. I was starting to think this man had a thing for mid-riffs, or maybe he had been planning to buy a shorter dog. Or maybe it was just something he found "cute." I had to grudgingly admit it did make me look a lot more "puppyish."

"Go play with your toys for a bit while I get us ready to go. We need to do some shopping for you, okay?"

I gulped, but nodded. I _really_didn't want to go anywhere in this get-up, but...well, I'm just a dog. If anyone sees, it's not like they'll think lower of me. It's not exactly uncommon for a dog to struggle with house-training, given how many of us are bred into captivity, so they'd probably just think I was having problems with that. That wasn't exactly a comfort, but it was better than the truth.

I just kind of sat on the nursery floor after that. He could force some things on me - but playing with puppy toys required a sort of mindset that I just really could not get into. Despite outward appearances, I still had a very adult mind and needed things to entertain that mind. Blocks and animal sound books really wouldn't cut it.

Master came back in a few minutes later and grabbed a bag off a shelf. He put some baby powder in there, some sort of plastic-looking mat, and a couple diapers. I grimaced. He was packing my diaper bag. I _really_hoped he wasn't planning to change me while we were out. It was still embarrassing enough getting it done in the privacy of his home. I didn't hold out much hope, however, that it was just for appearances.

He grabbed a leash off the door, and clipped it to my collar. I didn't really react; I'd gotten very used to humans leashing me in the past year, and in a human district I had to be leashed by law outside his home anyway. It wasn't until we got almost to the front door that I realized he was intending to take me out in just a shirt and diaper. I dug in my heels.

"M-master?" I said, confused.

"Yes, puppy? What is it?"

"I...I need to be dressed..."

"You are dressed, babygirl."

"No, you said my...um, my...diapers could be covered up..."

"I said they could most of the time. This isn't one of those times. We're just going down the a few blocks to the pet store, you'll be fine."

"P-please Master, no, this is humiliating...it's hard enough for me just here!"

"Jasmine, you're just going to have to get used to it. This is your new life now, you'd best just get used to people seeing you in your diapers and assuming you aren't housebroken. They won't know that you're my puppy, if that's what you're worried about?" He ended the phrase with a question.

"I don't want them to think_either_. I'm...I-I'm grown-up, and I...please don't make me do this!"

"Jasmine, I can think of a hundred different ways to make this worse if you don't want to co-operate. I could take your shirt, or maybe I could just take everything off and you'll go nude. Maybe I'll wait until you're messy."

I hung my head. "P-please Master..." I whispered, my tone already saying I'd given up.

Simon sighed, exasperated. "Just this once. Next time, I expect no arguments."

"Oh, thank you!" I said, rather loudly, my tail wagging.

~

A few moments later I emerged from the house, nervously flatting out a skirt that almost covered my diaper. It was better than nothing, but...well, it didn't hide much. Still, I felt better, and that was something.

Master strapped me into a car seat - that wasn't necessarily a puppy thing, it was just a legally required restraint for transporting dogs (in the absence of an actual cage), though the design was pretty much identical. For some reason, I was pretty sure my owner had the puppy thing in mind when he got it.

I didn't say much on the ride to the pet store. It was only about ten minutes, but even if it had been longer, I didn't much feel like talking to him. After last night's breakdown I was feeling decidedly less cooperative...even after this morning's "lesson." I shifted in my seat - my rump still stung from that, and I had to regretfully admit that my diaper was helping. A bit of extra cushion.

We pulled into the lot, Simon came around and unbuckled me, and helped me out of the car. I started to walk ahead when I felt his arm come around the front of me, holding me in place.

"You need your diaper changed?" he asked, far too loudly for my tastes. Of course, it probably wasn't any different than his normal talking voice, he was just discussing something that I didn't particularly want to be public knowledge.

Anyone who didn't hear, though, probably saw - he tugged my skirt right down to my knees and pulled out the back of my diaper, peering into the seat. I could have died right then. I wanted to. I whined loudly, involuntarily. I wanted to stay silent but...some things just provoke a reaction. He slipped a couple fingers in the leghole to check for wetness, then pulled my skirt back up. I'm pretty sure my ears were beet red at this point, and the air around my head felt about twenty degrees hotter.

Trying to ignore everything that had just happened, I just followed him into the store...trying to pretend I was like any other dog. That wasn't going to be easy, of course.

"Simon! You got a doggy! Ohmygosh she's so cute, let me see her! What's her name?" I whirled around, trying to find the source of the annoying high-pitched voice, then felt myself getting picked up under the arms. I knew better than to snap, even though my instincts were screaming at me to do so.

"Well, the shelter called her Cinnamon. I liked it, but her birth name is Jasmine, and she seems to like that, so I'm letting her keep that name.

"Cinnamon is a great name for a cutie like you!" the older woman exclaimed. I grumbled. Did she not hear anything my master just told her? I was about to give a wise-ass reply when a glare from Simon made me think twice about it. He looked back up at the store clerk, as she set me back down.

"Heh, yeah. Well, I'm here for a few supplies for her. Wasn't entirely prepared."

"Aww, having trouble getting her potty trained?" the annoying woman cooed.

"Heh, well, getting her housebroken will take some time, but we're working on it, aren't we puppy?" he said, patting my rump and making my diaper crinkle loudly, at least to my ears.

I sooo wanted to bite my master right now, even if I wound up getting euthanized for it. This was too much. I wanted to protest, tell her that I wasn't being house trained, I was being diaper trained, but even if she believed me it's not like it mattered. Simon wasn't doing anything illegal to me. Weird, maybe, sure, but not illegal.

"Aww, well, you HAVE to let me puppysit for you sometime, I'd just love to spend some time with your doggy, she's so cute!"

"Maybe once I get her trained, Sheila. She's still a little unpredictable, and having some problems adjusting to her new life."

No kidding, I thought, then added a silent prayer that Simon was only joking about letting her look after me.

Once Master and Annoying Woman finished up conversing, I was taken more toward the back of the store. Thankfully, the place seemed dead. Normally I would have loved to meet another dog, talk a little...but right now I didn't want to be seen by anyone, especially another dog. I couldn't even meet a dog as an equal in my current "outfit."

We stopped in the kibble aisle, and much to my disgrace, my stomach rumbled. Must have been an involuntary response.

"Heh, don't worry, I'm picking up some puppy kibble. I've got baby food stocked at home but puppy kibble will do if I'm in a hurry." True to his word, he dropped a couple bags of puppy kibble in the shopping card. I grumbled - no matter what he treated me like, I was still a damned adult! All that kibble would do is put a bunch of puppy fat on me. I'd just have to eat light and exercise.

"I...I really like people food, too..." I said, hoping that wasn't going to be my diet.

"Oh, of course, girl! I don't mind sharing, but you need some food that's balanced for doggies for most of your diet."

I slumped. "We're not...we don't...I can eat the same..." I stammered, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. At least after ten months I didn't have to force kibble down anymore.

My stomach chose to rumble again, but this time it felt a little lower. I grimaced, and rubbed my belly. I'd just gotten a bottle of puppy formula a couple hours ago, there was no way I was starving. I felt a little sick, I guess, kinda like I usually got when I went without a meal...but...

Oh no. He didn't. I'd already been punished for that, surely he didn't lace my bottle?

I doubled over as my stomach cramped again.

"Something wrong, Jasmine?" Simon said, putting his hand on the small of my back.

"I...n-no..." I lied. Maybe it _was_nothing.

I tried following him to the next aisle, but a few steps was all it took. I doubled over, lifted my tail, and filled the seat of my diaper. I collapsed to the ground on all fours, trying - and failing - to hold back tears. I'd never felt so degraded in my entire life.

I didn't want to move, I didn't want to go anywhere, I just wanted to die. Master, however, had other plans. He picked me up, putting hand under my rump, mashing my mess up into my fur. I whined very loudly, it felt disgusting. I tried to raise up a bit, but I couldn't muster the strength. He brought me back up to the front.

"Hey, can I have the key to the restroom? I need to change my puppy's diaper; she had a bit of an accident."

I blushed, and tried to hide my face in my owner's shoulder.

"Aww, is someone a poopy puppy?" she cooed. I felt so worthless that I couldn't even get angry at her. She probably wasn't even half as intelligent as me, but she wasn't the one wearing a full diaper, either. Kind of destroys any sense of self-worth you have, for any reason.

Evidently she handed over the key because I felt myself getting carried over to the restrooms.

My master laid me down on the floor and started to pull things out of my diaper bag - I just laid there listlessly.

"Jasmine...come on, girl, look at me."

I just laid there. I knew he was responsible for doing this to me, but I was so broken down I didn't trust myself to ask why.

"You know why," he said, simply. I didn't, but I wasn't in an arguing mood.

"You didn't have to humiliate me in public," I said, trying to keep my voice from breaking. I wrinkle my nose as he opened up my diaper. As bad as it must have smelled to him, I was a dog. It was a hundred times worse for me.

"I wanted to make an impression. I don't want to have to punish you very much, so I may have gone a little overboard in making sure you learned your lesson." He lifted my legs and started to clean off my rump with some baby wipes. "Besides, nobody saw except the clerk, and she likes you."

"Please, Master, I just...I need some time. To adjust. This is...I'll try, honest. Whatever you want to do. Just...I can't handle all this at once! Please understand..." I pleaded.

Simon was silent as he slid a clean diaper underneath me.

"Okay," he said, simply.

"R...really?"

"Yes, okay," he repeated. "I'm pushing you too fast. As long as you agree to submit, I'll slow things down a bit. Okay?"

I sighed. I didn't want any of this. I hated it. And I definitely didn't want to just role over and submit, but...it wasn't like I really had a choice. "Yes Master," I replied instead, giving an annoyed sigh.

"Good girl," he said - and despite myself, I wagged my tail. Why did I like hearing that so much? I had to remind myself again that I wasn't a dumb feral. Simon grabbed my lazily swaying tail to thread it through the diaper's tail-hole, then brought it up between my legs and taped me up. He helped me stand up, ran his fingers along the leg gathers, then stood up and went for the door - I briefly started to protest before I realized he was picking up my discarded skirt. He dressed me in that - for all the tiny bit of modesty it provided.

I kept my head down and tried not to look up as we checked out our items and left. Annoying Woman had some stupid remark for me, something about crating, and a line of pull-ups they had for dogs, but I honestly wasn't even paying attention, lucky for her. After what Simon had just put me through I probably would have snapped. A couple other customers came in before we left, but I didn't see them staring. Evidently I wasn't THAT unusual of a sight, although I couldn't imagine why. Maybe it was more common than I thought - I never really had much contact with any other dogs outside the slums where I grew up, and I'd never been in a human district before. Simon sure didn't seem to have any problem being seen with me.

The ride home was just as silent as the ride there - except this time, strangely, I wasn't upset with my Master. I couldn't figure him out. Was I just his plaything for him to act out his fucked up fantasies with? Or did he actually care about me, in a screwed up way? It was clear to me he was getting off on this, but if that was the case...why agree to slow things down? Why do anything at all for me just because I got upset?

When he unbuckled my car seat and picked me up to carry me in, I didn't even protest. The way I was feeling, the less I had to do myself, the better. Even with something as simple as walking. I closed my eyes and tried to just withdraw from everything - retreat somewhere in my head where none of this was real. When I finally opened them, I found myself undressed, save for my diaper, and locked in my crib. Had I fallen asleep?

I shook my head. I don't know what I got when the universe rolled the dice of chance, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't even a number.