My New Room
"Owwwwwieeee, my finger!!" I screamed out shaking my hand and holding my wrist in some feign attempt to stop the pain. I whimpered as I looked at my swelling thumb. Sighing dejectedly I set down the hammer, nails and the framed picture of the whole paw patrol squad and walk to the freezer. After numbing my aching finger with the chilly ice, I cursed my bad luck and even worse aim.
After recollecting myself for a minute, I head back into the room where I smashed my thumb. My footstep softly padded along the carpet across the long hallway leading to my new room. It was splashed in sunlight from the skylights above. I paused at the doorway for a minute, admiring all the hard work I had already put into it. The hues from my paw patrol curtains stained the walls in multi colored light and I grinned. "It's finally coming together!" I exclaim proudly as I pad into the room. The pale blue carpet leading up to my light green walls reflected the colors I had chosen for my beloved room. I whistled as I entered and picked up the picture I had set down when I smashed my thumb. After getting the nail where I wanted it I smacked it in so just a little bit was hanging out of the wall and gently placed my paw patrol pals up on the wall. After making sure it was straight I packed up my tools and sat on the floor. My tail swayed back and forth as I sat there, thinking about how I was going to layout my new room. "Hmm, I could put that over in the corner... and the toy box could go in the other corner over there... if I put all those in there then I could fit..." *Ding dong*
I wagged my tail as I looked out the window, it was the movers! Now I could finally begin setting up my room. A tall, bulky and somewhat fluffy wolf was standing at the door with a clipboard in paw. I beelined for the door, nearly falling down the stairs in the process and yanked the front door open. "Hello, are you Gif?"
"Yup, that's me!" I replied.
"Hello, Gif! I'm Brandon, I'm with two paws moving company and we've arrived to deliver your stuff!"
"Great! Couches and stuff go in the living room, the stuff marked, 'Graham,' goes to the master bedroom and anything that's left goes to the downstairs bedroom!"
"Sure thing, boss, we'll get started right away! I assume all the baby's stuff will go into the nursery upstairs next to the master bedroom?"
"Umm... yeah! Put all that stuff in the baby's nursery, thanks! I'm going to go out to lunch, call if you need anything!"
I scampered away down the street with my cheeks tinged slightly red. What to eat, what to eat. I decided on a burrito at my favorite restaurant; bacon, egg, cheese and sausage. I rubbed my tummy with satisfaction as the once full plate lay empty in front of me. After paying my tab I decided to head back home to see the progress of the movers.
The house bustled with movers going in and out when I arrived. The truck was nearly empty and my house nearly full. I giggled with excitement; I couldn't wait till Graham came home to see the new place. Walking through the door there were couches being set up and my stand for my TV. I walked back to the baby's nursery and smiled. There was a crib in the corner decorated with Disney characters from Finding Nemo. The changing table was on the wall beside the crib and I wiped my paw across it in approval of the room. A mover walked in behind me holding a rocking chair. "You guys must have your hands full! This crib and changing table are big enough to put you in," he joked. My face turned beet red and I stammered out something about special needs and ran off. Maybe I'll wait till they're all gone. I went downstairs to the bathroom and sighed. "Why am I like this... why can't I just be normal..." I stammer out looking at myself in the mirror. The orange furred face stared back at me with big bushy ears. "This is all your fault!" I say pointing to myself in the mirror. "Why are you such a... freak!!" I yell out. I try to contain myself to no avail, the big crocodile tears begin. Sobbing on the bathroom floor I hear a faint knock at the door. "Foxy, are you in there?" a deep voice booms through the door. "Y-yes, I-I'm fine I just need to shower!" I yell back wiping the tears on my sleeve. "Okay fox, I'm here if you need anything..." he says as I hear him trot off.
I looked back up at the mirror and sighed as I began to undress. Shirt first, loosen my belt, *sigh* pull off my pants, un-tape my soaking wet diaper and roll it up for disposal. Yes, I wear diapers. It's not a medical thing despite what I tell people. Somewhere along the line growing up, my mind decided that I was to wear diapers long after potty training.
I couldn't have been older than nine. Tip toeing into my little sister's room my heart was racing. I held my breath as I slowly moved to her changing table. I gently pulled open the drawer that housed the crinkly, padded, tape on underwear. After stuffing one down the front of my shorts and covering it with my shirt, I quietly made my escape with my prize. My tail wagged wildly as I looked down at crinkly, plastic diaper. Would it even fit? I opened it up and there was a faint, sweet scent that permeated the air. How do you even put this on? I think mom lifts the baby's butt up first, I think to myself as I lift up my legs up and slide the diaper under me. "Hmm this is pretty neat." I pull the front of the diaper up between my legs. It's too short to make it up to my waist and cover my butt. I center it and attempt to tape it up. No dice, it's way too small. I sigh with disappointment and put a pair of underoo's over it to hold it against me. It was something though! My heart was pounding as I felt the front of the diaper. I wiggled with excitement as I felt the thick padding over my crotch. A small gasp escaped my lips when I tried to close my legs and felt the padding pushing back against my thighs. Sliding my paw up my rump I could hear the crinkle as I explored my new underwear. I was shaking with excitement as I slowly let my bladder go. I could feel a small warm spot as I started to release, each second the warm spot growing bigger and bigger. I could feel the warm squish from waistband to waistband and collapsed on my bed with delight.
"Gif... GIF... GIFFFFFYYY!! Are you almost done in there pup, the movers are finally gone?" the ram shouted through the door. I shook myself back to reality and shouted back, "almost done, ram!" Crap I didn't realize I was in the shower for that long. I stepped out and dried myself off. After drying off my head and face I pulled the towel down and cleaned off the rest of myself. A cartoon husky in a diaper stared at me from the rolled up diaper on the floor. I sighed and picked up the soggy mass of padding and tossed it in the trash. I walked out in only a towel and the ram was waiting in the living room for me.
"Hi, puppy!" the ram greets me and engulfs me in a hug. He kisses my cheek and smiles at me. Of course my heart melts and I cling to him for dear life. He picks me up and holds me tight, petting me softly on the head and back. "Let's get you changed," he softly whispers in my ear. The towel gets left on the ground as he carries me into the baby's nursery. "Do you like your nursery little one," he asks as he gently sets me on the changing table. I nod in approval, "y-yes, daddy, I r-really like it!" he smiles and kisses my forehead. He slips a new diaper out of the rack under the changing table and unfolds it on my tummy. I smile as he lifts my legs up to slide the diaper under me. "I love you, daddy," I say with a small giggle. The ram smiles back as he pulls the front of the diaper up to my waist. "I love you too little cub," he says as he pulls one side tight and tapes it shut. The ram kisses my tummy as he secures the last tape around my waist. With my tail wagging wildly, the ram picks me up and sets me back on my feet. "There we go, now we won't have to worry about my little foxy making big puddles!" he exclaims as he pinches my cheek. I turn away and blush heavily in embarrassment. Ugh, he knows just how to push my buttons.
Daddy walks over to the closet where a plethora of onesie's, footed pajamas, shortalls and other kinds of baby style clothes hung from the rack. He grabbed the onesie with all the cartoon animals printed on it and a pair of osh-kosh shortalls from the closet. "I think this will look really cute on my precious little puppy," he coos as he slips the onesie over my head. My ears fold and my tail falls in embarrassment, but I put my paws up so he can slip my arms through. Daddy snaps all the crotch snaps shut, each one with a firm click as he worked. He picked me up and set me back on the changing table and began to slide my legs through the shortalls. After getting them up past my feet he placed me back on the ground and pulled them the rest of the way up, snapping up the clasps to keep them on. Daddy swats my butt with a firm *thud*. "Perfect, now you're ready for dinner!"