Daddy's Sugar
Steve was screwed. He had finally snapped at his asshole boss, and now he was out of a job. He tried to tell himself that he didn't need that place, that he was better off without those idiots, but his anger couldn't maintain that reasoning, and soon burned out. It hadn't been all bad, working at the call center. Being the maintenance tech meant he didn't have to deal with entitled customers yelling for the impossible, and he got to work on computers all day long. Plus, the staff were really helpful and cheerful, more often than not. But today had been the final tap on the broken glass, and he'd lost his temper. Brock, the location manager, had asked for one too many impossible things. _Bastard, _Steve thought to himself as he made his way home, his pig snout contracting as he snorted in frustration. _Any idiot knows you can't run a system while you're rebooting it. _
But Steve had to put his anger aside. He had more important and worrying things to think about. The job had paid well, and he'd managed to save up a little as a cushion, but he was in some serious trouble as far as paying bills. And he'd have a hard time finding work with Brock blacklisting him. He'd have to think of some way to earn money.
But, three months later, Steve was struggling. The pig had managed to budget fairly decently for the first month, scraped by on promises of getting the rent soon and ramen the second, and by the third was starting to panic. He didn't really have any friends to ask for money or family that he was in touch with. With no money coming in and his landlord beginning to get impatient, the poor twinky pig was on the verge of being homeless. Growing increasingly desperate, Steve began to scour the internet for ideas, job openings, anything to get him the money he needed. Scrolling through his latest search page, he came across a website that made him pause.
"Daddy-Sugar.com?" he asked aloud. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
Still, he hadn't considered a sugar daddy before. The idea never really appealed to him; some old, pervy fur giving you money as long as you do what he says? It felt to close to whoring himself out. Still...no, he couldn't be considering it! He had more respect than that! Or did he? His searches hadn't turned up anything great, and the jobs he did apply to never called back or gave him the runaround. Maybe...he should set aside his pride. _Just for now, _he thought.
Within the next hour or so, he had created his profile. It was actually quite extensive, asking for numerous pictures for the profile, lengthy descriptions of himself and his situation, and it even had an NSFW info page. Steve skimmed through, but didn't fill much of it out, filling in the required spaces with N/A or Unsure. He wanted to skate by being as wholesome as possible. Satisfied with his profile, but not entirely pleased with the situation, he set the laptop aside and went to bed, shaking his head as he went.
The next morning, Steve nervously checked his profile. He was somewhat stunned to find all of his pictures liked, comments on all of his descriptions, and a message. All from the same person. Bearly Contained Hugs. Steve groaned a little at the pun, but checked the guy's comments all the same. They ranged from "You poor thing!" to "Cutie!" to "You are such a sweetie." This guy was almost insufferable.
"What does he even look like?"
He clicked on the bear's profile and immediately froze as the sexiest fur Steve had ever seen popped up on the screen. The grizzly's fur was shiny and well groomed, flowing smoothly over a fit, toned musculature. The wide shoulders and powerful build were posed holding the camera above the bear, teasing a reveal of his impressive bulge. Other pictures included him working out, sitting in a very nice car, and generally showing off. Had Steve not found this guy on a website for sugar daddies, he would be clamoring for his number. However, he WAS on a sugar daddy site, and that made Steve a bit more cautious. He checked the message.
"Heya, hon! Couldn't help but notice your adorable profile! I'm sorry if I come off as forward, but I can assure you I'm not a creep. I want you to be comfortable with this, too. It's an easy place for weirdos to flock and prey on people in need. I'd love to get to know you, but if you're here, you probably don't have the time for it. All I'll say is this. I'll help you, and all I ask in return is you do as I ask. And I will never put you in a situation where you would be uncomfortable. Hope to hear from you soon! ;3"
Well...that wasn't what he expected. Steve ha honestly thought everyone on this site would be a creep, asking for strange and sexual things. But, this guy seemed genuine. He had been openly flirty, but seemed understanding and kind. While he would still be cautious, Steve felt more encouraged by the bear's message. And so, he began to type his reply.
...
Several things happened over the course of the next few months. After Steve had messaged the bear back, they began talking and agreed to meet in public. He found out the bear's name was Penn, and that he ran a very successful gym downtown. He hadn't continued on with himself, though, as he was far more interested in Steve. After letting the pig talk for a while, Penn brought up the reason for the meeting, and set up some rules.
"Basically, just do as I ask," he had said, his smooth baritone flowing like honey in Steve's ears. "If you're uncomfortable, we can work something else out, but I don't want you arguing with me. There may be punishment, but as long as you listen, we should be fine. I would like you to start coming to my gym."
"Why?" Steve had asked. He wasn't out of shape and had never really been one for going to the gym.
Penn chuckled. "Because, silly, I like to have a gym partner. You know, a spotter. Someone to talk to. Everyone else see's me too much as a 'boss', you know?"
Steve thought that was a bit odd, given the status of their relationship. But, he had simply nodded his agreement. With that, Penn gave Steve a check, some cash and his cell number. Penn had held up his word, never asking for anything sexual. Over the next two weeks, they had gone to the gym together. Steve found that he actually enjoyed the atmosphere. And Penn never asked him to work out; he had been serious about wanting chat buddy. He had gotten Steve hooked on a flavored water that Penn always drank before a workout. Now, before Penn's workout, he always gave the pig his own bottle of the water, HammerHard. Penn even suggested flavor packets to add to give him better focus, which Steve took him up on.
Then, one day, Penn had come over to the small townhouse to visit Steve. He had sprung from the couch so fast, he almost knocked his laptop over as he rushed over to the bear happily.
"Hey, Penn! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
He wasn't lying. Seeing the bear had become a pleasure for Steve. Penn was always so chill, relaxed, and easy to be around.
Penn chuckled at the pig's enthusiasm. "Well, Stevie, I've come over because I have a request. Do you remember that discussion we had a few weeks ago, about your bed-wetting?"
Steve cocked his head in confusion. He didn't remember having a conversation like that. Penn seemed to notice his confusion. "Remember? You were telling me about how you had started leaking a little at night?"
Steve shook his head slightly, but he wasn't sure. Had he mentioned it to the bear? He didn't have trouble at night, did he?
"And we came to the conclusion," Penn continued, handing the pig a pre-mixed bottle of his favorite water, "That it must have something to do with losing your job?"
That did make sense....yeah, it must have been that. Steve took a swig from the proffered bottle, glad that Penn remembered his favorite flavor. "Yeah, I think I do remember that...."
"Well, I brought something I think might help." Penn took a step back outside and returned with a very large box. He set it down in the living room and opened it, revealing that the contents were bursting with thick, puffy white squares. Steve recognized them instantly.
"Diapers?!" He nearly shouted. "Do you really think my problem is that bad?
"Well, it's better than changing the sheets every night, isn't it?"
Steve took a second to consider the question. Something felt off, but he couldn't argue with the bear's logic. He took another swig.
"So, my request is that you start wearing these. And, so you get in the habit, I want you to wear one everyday, day and night, so you don't forget. Sound good?"
The pig looked up at the bear, his expression conveying a look of apprehension. Penn smiled softly. "It's just until this problem goes away."
With that, Steve took another swig of the refreshing drink, the fruity flavor calming his nerves, as he nodded and took a diaper from the top of the stack.
...
Steve sat on his couch, scrolling through the streaming service to see what he wanted to watch. Finally, he settled on his favorite, Paw Patrol, a suggestion from Penn. He had to admit, he was in love with the show. as the episode started, Steve sank to the floor, crawling to the alphabet tile playmat in front of the television and laying on his tummy to watch. He lost track of time as he lay there, oversized pacifier in his mouth, poofy baby diaper displayed for all the world to see. After the fourth or fifth episode, Penn came in from the kitchen carrying a giant baby bottle, the nipple three times normal size.
"Hey, buddy, I've got your bottle."
Steve hopped up instantly, following Penn to the couch to have his bottle. It had been a few months since Penn had suggested diapers, and since then many things changed. Steve started having accidents more and more frequently, even during the day. But Penn had simply stated it was a good thing they had implemented diapers, and Steve had to agree. Eventually, he stopped caring about his accidents, even his messy ones. He even kind of liked the way his diapers felt when used. This feeling only grew stronger with Penn's encouragement. If he was going to have accidents, he might as well enjoy them, right?
Penn had also introduced him to a number of childish things and activities, like Paw Patrol and eating with his hooves. Along with his entertainment, Steve's diet had also changed, including lot's of sugary cereals and fruits and cub food, giving the piggy a healthy layer of fat over his once twink body. Every waddle sent ripples through his flesh, and the pig enjoyed bouncing like a toddler just to feel his body jiggle. Penn had also encouraged open masturbation whenever he was around, which Steve was perfectly fine with. Penn was so nice and fun, and touching himself was only natural, so it made sense to show Penn how good he felt.
Steve had also taken to playing with what Penn called "big-boy toys" openly. Often, when Penn came to visit, he would find the pig in a completely full diaper riding his rocking horse with a magic wand at his crotch. Usually, upon Steve seeing Penn watching him, the pig got even more enthusiastic. Recently, the big daddy bear had taken to record video of Steve whenever he was pronouncing proudly that he was filling his diaper or about to make stickies. And Steve seemed to glow under the attention, losing all inhibitions for the camera as he bounced in his bulging pamps, getting yet another layer added on so he could continue to squish.
An alarm rang as Steve finished his baba of HammerHard. He giggled excitedly. "It's time for my live stream!"
Penn chuckled as he watched his charge waddle over to his playspace, where they had set up a few cameras at different angles. The fit bear pulled out his phone and logged into YouFurTube, finding his baby's livestream. The chunky pig was waving to the camera.
"Hi, everyone! Before I start playing, I wanted to make a quick announcement! I'mma be doing my first public event tomorrow! I'm going to my favorite gym in just my diapies and mitts and have fun with everyone there! I'll be streaming the whole thing, the same time as always! So, please tune in and feel free to give me tasks to do! Now, onto the show!"
With that, Steve popped his thumb in his mouth and squatted, the back of his diapers ballooning out almost comically as the piggy filled his pampers, the mess eventually spreading to the front. When he finished, Steve plopped with a squish down on to his playmat, giggling airily. The live chat was blowing up, ranging from teasing, to suggestions, to praise of the baby pig. As Steve began to play with his favorite dildo and magic wand, Penn fished out his cock and began to slowly stroke himself. He'd found such a good baby.