Spring
I am in a sunny meadow, holding a single daisy up to my nose, inhaling its intoxicating aroma. It is early June. Spring has not yet given way to summer, but I can feel it coming. I sit there, on that slightly faded old blanket, the daisy in one paw. In my other paw, I hold his paw. He stares lovingly at me, wanting to see only me amidst all this beauty. He gently takes the daisy from me and places it behind one of my ears as his other paw nonchalantly slides down and slips into my diaper, checking if I am wet. We are not the only ones in the park, and I am by no means the only one thickly diapered. I just happen to be the oldest, albeit by more than a few years. He removes his paw, cheerfully remarking that I certainly did not need a change just yet. I blush. The diaper taped around my waist is hardly the most embarrassing article of my ensemble. I am wearing a pair of lavender short overalls as well as a t-shirt that prominently declares me to be 'Daddy's Little Stinker'. Every move I make causes my diaper to crinkle loudly, reddening my cheeks more and more. My daddy squeezes my paw gently, smiling lovingly. He suddenly begins to tickle me and I am defenseless to fight back, kicking my legs wildly, causing my diaper to crinkle loudly some more. My face turns red as I feel my bladder release into my thick padding. My daddy notices and chuckles.
"It's okay, little one. That's what they're for, you know."
We both lie back on the blanket, staring up at the cloud. I am sucking the purple pacifier that my daddy lovingly slips into my mouth. I point up at one.
"Look, daddy! It's a bunny!" I declare, my pacifier falling out of my muzzle. My daddy picks up the pacifier and returns it to my mouth.
"Yes it is. What a smart pup I've got." He kisses my forehead and then sniffs the air. "Smells like I've got a stinky puppy too!" I blush. I know my diaper is messy, but I cannot recall exactly when it had happened. Daddy sits up and grabs the large bag by the blanket that cannot be anything other than a diaper bag. He kneels over me and begins to unbutton my overalls thanks to the buttons along the crotch, exposing my thick pink diaper to the world. He untapes it, smiling sweetly at me the entire time. The diaper is so wet that the front slides down of its own accord, revealing my penis to the world, enclosed as always within the chastity belt. I hate my chastity belt, but daddy always tells me puppies that play with themselves too often get cranky. He gently cleans me up, exclaiming about the foul odor of my messy diaper. The part of my mind that is still adult scolds me for not caring that I am so exposed, but the rest of my mind silences it, knowing that daddy doesn't like it when I fidget.
He pulls out a fresh diaper, identical to the one he had just taken off of me. He rubs cubby powder into my fur, flooding my snout with the infantile smell that I love and crave so much. He expertly tapes my diaper around my waist, patting the front of it gently, a paternal smile on his face. He buttons my shorts back up just as I yawn loudly.
"Is my little pup all tired out?" Daddy asks. I nod, sucking on my pacifier. "Well, what do you say we go back home, hmm?" I nod, yawning again. This time, my paci falls out my mouth. My daddy scoops it up and returns it my muzzle. "We'll have to find a way to keep it in your mouth, eh?" I giggle as he gathers everything up and we walk to the car. He tosses everything into the trunk and then comes around to help get me into my specially made car seat. He then gets behind the wheel. "Shall we go?" I nod. He turns the car on, but we don't move.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Daddy shrugs.
"I think we need a big pup to count to ten. Do you think you can do that?" My nod throws my paci to the floor. I am eager to be thought of as a big pup. "Go ahead!"
"One, two, three." I know the beginning really well, so I quickly go through it. "Four... five... six." I begin to count on my paws for help. "Eight... I mean, seven, eight... nine..." I pause, making sure everything was right so far. "Ten!" I declare proudly. The car starts moving.
"Good job! You must be growing up." He glances at me in the rear view mirror. "If only you could get potty training down, hmm?" I blush. I tried and tried with potty training, but I always had accidents. The gentle vibrations of the car soon cause me to fall asleep, sucking my thumb.
I am back in the dark room, chained to the wall as I have been for countless days. I am completely nude, my wrists and ankles rubbed raw by the shackles. My mouth is dry. I cannot remember the last drink I had. I try to cry out, but my throat is sore and my voice hoarse from the many other attempts to cry out. My fur is matted down with dried blood all over my body, my pain ever present. I think it has been five days since I last saw another. I think that I have few days left. I have no idea what has happened. At times, I doubt that I am alive, but the pain disagrees. I take another ragged breath, the musty air filling my lungs, providing me with another lungful of precious oxygen. If I could will myself to stop breathing, I would.
Which is reality? Each feels like a dream. I yearn to be with my loving daddy but I hate that world, for I can never stay there.