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The pizzas didn't last long.

"Urp, that was... hrp. That was good."

"I agree," Archax said, licking his claws, "though I still state the portions are wholly inadequate for a dragon of my... disposition." He rubbed his belly contentedly.

"Should get somebody to make pizzas the right size for fatties like you," I joked.

"Maybe I should just eat you!" the dragon mock-growled, licking pizza sauce off my face.

"Ew! Get off you big dummy!"

He chuckled throatily, before turning seriously, "Are you wet?"

"Aww, come on!" I complained. "No!"

"Okay then, in that case you are going down for a nap and I shall change you after."

"Really?" I asked. "Isn't this going a bit far?"

Archax sighed, then got up. He walked over to his chest near the door and picked up the same bag of money he'd used to pay the pizza delivery girl. Counting out several bills, he turned back to me. "As you wish. Here. I hereby release--"

My eyes went wide. "Oh, hey, no, no, wait! Wait!"

Archax closed his muzzle, then opened it. "You do not wish to be released?"

"Umm, no, I just... diapers? Naps? This wasn't what I signed up for."

"With respect, Peter, it is. You are my pet, and I may do with you as I please. If you do not agree, then you may leave. I will never hurt you, Peter, never. But you are my pet and I will discipline you for bad behaviour. If you prove... untrainable, then I would rather... I would rather..." Archax seemed choked up. He harrumphed, clearing his throat. "I would rather you left now, when our bond is weak, than later, when it would be strong."

"But...I..." I sighed. "I just don't want to do this."

"Then you must choose. Do as I say, or leave. I cannot have this argument every time you disobey me!"

"It's just... diapers are weird, okay? They're weird but... I'll wear them, if that's what it takes."

"I do it for your own good, Peter. You lost your job because of your behaviour, not mine, but I am responsible for you and this is how I have chosen to deal with your behaviour." He glared down at me, gaze unwavering. "How about another contract, then?" Archax added after a moment or two.

"Hmm?"

The dragon slowly and pointedly put the money and the pouch away, then leaned closer. "One month, and you may choose to leave if you find you absolutely cannot obey me, otherwise I will hear no more back-chat, is that clear? And at any point in the next month, I may choose to end our arrangement if you are too fractious a charge."

"Th-then am I supposed to wear these things forever?"

"Hrmm." Archax sat back on his haunches. "A year before you can end this punishment. Earlier with good behaviour at my discretion. But no more complaints about the methods of discipline I use, or you are out, clear? Fair?" The dragon extended a claw.

"What, no written contract this time?"

"I trust both of us do not need a written document for such an agreement as this, otherwise it gets filed." The dragon's sudden grin was full of mischievous teeth.

"Heh." I felt my cheeks grow hot again. "S-so I'm not allowed to complain about wearing diapers, at all?"

"No. Or anything else I dress you in, or have you do. You are my pet, after all. Otherwise, there's the door." Archax stood aside, and pointed.

I took a deep breath. If I left, which I could do at any time, then... I'd be homeless, for starters, broke for seconds, and I could never get another cushy position like this again. I had to admit, the last couple of days had been... fun. I'd gotten a room and board, and I'd been paid for it to do almost nothing. So what if I'd lost my job to, ah, bad time management? I had a home, food, shelter... was it really that bad?"

I took hold of his other claw, still oustretched, and shook it. "Deal. It's weird, but deal. Just... go easy on me? I do get a bit grumbly at times."

The dragon pulled me in for a solid hug. "Okay, I promise. How could I stay angry at my dearly beloved pet? Come then, time to bed down for a nap."

"Do I ha--" I began, then shut my mouth. "Yessir."

"That's better."

I was led into my bedroom, tucked into bed, kissed on the forehead, and then Archax quietly closed the door.

"I guess things could be worse," I mumbled to myself. I wasn't really tired, but it wasn't as if a nap was a bad idea.

***

I was wrong, things could not be worse! I rolled around in bed, holding my stomach. I really needed to go. I don't know whether I was just loud or whether Archax was just listening for it, but my door opened and the dragon came into the room.

"Ah, you're awake. Do you need a change yet?"

"I--" I grunted, "--I need to go!"

"Then go." Archax crossed his arms and looked at me as I stood there, bow legged and whimpering.

"I... can't."

"Then you don't need to go."

"I do, I just... can't! Not with you watching!"

"Then I shall turn around." He did so.

God. Fine. Ugh. Flowing streams, rain, waterfalls... hisssssss.

I grunted in pleasure, despite how odd it felt, having my crotch grow not only warm but hot and wet was... pleasurable. I tried not to think about how that warm, soft feeling was piss, and just relaxed as the ungodly pressure was relieved. "Ahhh."

"That is a good pet." I was suddenly enfolded in the dragon's arms and wings. A claw went to my crotch, feeling gently. "Are you done?"

I relaxed a little more; as with most cases when you hold it long enough, the initial flow was just a prelude to the flood. I felt hot wetness spread up towards my stomach, threatening to spill over the top, then pool down into my crotch and between my legs, to be wicked away up my back. When I finally did finish, it felt like my previously dry and crinkly diaper, which was now bulging, fat and highly squishable, would explode if I peed any more into it.

"Umm, ye-es, I... I think so. Umm. C-can I have a change now?" My voice felt small, even to my own ears.

"You may. Let's pull down your bottoms first... good, you haven't leaked. Do not hold it so long next time! I feel if you are more generous with your wettings then the diaper will do its job better." His claws roved over my diaper, patting me on the backside, squeezing the front and teasing their way into the leg and waistbands. "Hmm, yes, good. These are as suitable as I was informed. On your back now... ah, I see why changing pads are recommended."

As I sat down on the floor, there was a sudden spurt of wet between my legs. My overful diaper had given up.

"No matter. Let's see here..."

With four gunshot-loud rips and one muted, wet splat, my diaper fell open onto the floor. Showing his strength and dexterity, Archax once again lifted my butt into the air. I squeaked in protest as he wiped my cheeks with a cold wetwipe, and squealed when a claw travelled up the crack to spread on some sort of cream, which he also put over my privates.

"Hush, I have read that without such protection, your human skin could suffer, and I do not wish to cause you to suffer, pet." I said nothing, just turning my head aside. Moments later, I was eased back down onto a clean, dry diaper, the old one was balled and taped up into a warm, squishy mass and the new one was taped tight around my waist.

"Feel better?"

"Uh huh," I managed.

"Well, that was not so bad, was it, pet?"

"N-no, I g-guess, it was... kinda nice."

"Nice?" Archax asked.

"F-forget about it."

"As you wish. Now, pajamas back on, let's go continue our 'night in' now my afternoon business is concluded."

"Business?"

"Unlike you," Archax grumbled, "I must take care of things. I did not envision a pet would be such high maintenance, so I am glad you were so good about having a nap. But come, time to relax."

I guessed I could get used to this. It wasn't so bad, after all. But a year? A year of diapers? What had I let myself in for?

***

To be honest, the rest of the night passed pretty normally, with Archax and I playing computer games. A real boys' night in.

After a good amount of thumb-twitching, I found myself shifting about in my diapers until Archax once more paused the game, then took a long look at me.

"Do you need to 'go' again?" he asked as he turned.

"Uhh... yeah, I kinda do," I replied, casting my eyes down.

"Do I need to turn away?"

"Ah, no... I can... I can try..." I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the massive dragon seated next to me. Despite my best attempts, I was only able to wet a little bit, I was just too tense. I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I just can't."

"Don't worry, pet, it'll be okay. I'm sure things will be different when you have some time to yourself. Speaking of, I believe it's time to go to bed."

I took a look at the nearest clock, it was several hours before I would usually turn in for the night, but given our little talk earlier, I didn't want to push things. I lay back and spread my legs expectantly.

"Up you get, you can't sleep here."

"Uh, what? Aren't you going t-to change me?" I asked, looking up.

Archax snorted, shaking his head. "For that pathetic little dribble? These are thick diapers, more than enough to take several proper wettings. No, little one, you are going to bed. Up you get! I shall bring you some formula so you don't get hungry, I'll warm it whilst you brush your teeth. It'll help you sleep. If you can't sleep immediately, you may play quietly for a while, but in bed! If I find you out of bed, I may have spank you."

I wasn't sure if he'd go through with that threat, but I doubted it would be fun for either of us to find out, so I did as bid. True to his word, as I clambered into my waiting bed, with portable gaming system at the ready, he popped into my room and handed me another oversized bottle full of something warm and subtly off-white.

"You don't have to drink it, but you'll get nothing else until the morning. Stay in bed, try to sleep, okay? We both have a busy day tomorrow."

"We do?" I asked him, but he had already slunk out of the room, turning the light off. I listened to the insects outside for a while as the night deepened, thinking about his words. A busy day? What was I supposed to be doing? Was this a pet thing? Idly suckling on the bottle -- the formula tasted strangely sweet, but not unpleasant -- I advanced a few more levels in one of my favourite games before giving up and pulling the covers over my body. My bed was warm and comfortable, and whilst I didn't usually wear them, so were my pajamas. My diapers were... oddly comfortable too. Their soft bulk enshrouded my backside and crotch in warm softness, they softly crinkled as I moved. It was kind of fun to roll side to side experimentally and hear that crinkle... criiiinkle as I swayed in bed. It was almost like being wrapped in a smaller, softer quilt.

Sometime after, though I'm not sure when, I closed my eyes for the final time and drifted off.

My peaceful slumber was, however, interrupted some hours later. I wasn't sure what the time was, but dreams of bursting hose pipes, flushing toilets and incessant streams flung me awake. I was bursting.

"Come on, Peter, you can do this... just... lie back and relax," I whispered. "Relax, breathe, you're okay, you can let go, you can... ahhhh!"

With a hiss that seemed very loud in the silence of the night, warmth flooded my crotch. It pooled awkwardly in the front of my diapers, threatening to spill out into the bed.

"Uh oh, nope, gotta... just... stop, shit, fuck... oh god, that's it... phew."

I rolled in bed, throwing caution to the wind until I was kneeling, butt halfway in the air. The pooled pee flowed down into my crotch properly now, to be wicked away into the back of my diapers rather than leak out the waistband. I took a deep breath, sighing contentedly, and waited until both I and the diaper were done getting rid of the liquid. I idly stroked the front of my diapers as I lay back down in the bed. Before, they'd been crinkly and loud, folding under my touch. Now, they were puffy and full, swollen, warm and soft, giving under my fingers before springing slowly back out again. It was... fun. Not in a masturbatory way. Well okay, yes in that way too, but not only.

"Well, now that's over and done with, it's time for me to get to sleep again, I guess," I said to myself, yawning. "They're kinda comfy," I added, "and warm." I yawned again. "I say I could get used to this, but--" another yawn, "--I don't really think I want to. Not that I've got much choice."

Sleep found me soon after.