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With Andlat temporarily soothed, Jack decided that it was safe to leave the nursery. He carried the fox out of the room and toward the kitchen. He was a bit hungry, so he figured that Andlat was as well, especially with all the excitement.

"Look at that!" Jack said, coming up to a conveniently placed highchair. "Baby girl can stay here out of trouble while Daddy makes us some numnums, hmm?" He sat the fox down in the highchair, sliding the tray into place so he could not even try to escape. He looked over his handiwork, but then looked down at his own body, as if only then realizing that he was still in nothing but his boxer briefs. "Maybe Daddy should go get dressed first, hmm?" He tapped the silent fox on the nose. "Can Daddy trust his baby girl to stay out of trouble?" Andlat bashfully nodded. "Use your words, Emma."

"I will."

"Now, now, Emma." Jack said. "That was a good start, but Daddy's a bit of a stickler. I want you to promise Daddy that you'll be a good baby girl while he's gone."

"I promise"

"What do you promise, Emma? For someone who was so adamant that she wasn't a baby girl, you certainly talk like one."

"I promise to be a good baby girl, Daddy." Andlat mumbled. Jack smiled and nodded approvingly.

"How about this?" He reached down under the highchair and pulled out a yellow box of crayons and a coloring sheet. Andlat looked down at the drawing of a mouse in a tutu. "How about you color a pretty picture for Daddy while he's getting dressed? You don't have to finish, but I want to be able to tell that you spent the whole time working on it, okay?" Andlat nodded. He opened the crayons and set to work immediately, determined to earn points with the wolf wherever he could.

Andlat had a plan for his coloring. If he could color as maturely as possible, staying perfectly within the lines and all, he would prove to Jack that he was big. Big did not seem like a mature term though. He was not really a grown-up though, was he? He felt too small to be a grown-up. Yes, big would have to do. He gazed down at the pirouetting mouse, trying to decide if he should color her fur at all, his dangling legs swinging back and forth as he debated.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Jack was not getting dressed quite yet. In fact, he had removed his boxer briefs and had his paw wrapped firmly around his stiffened cock as he moaned, picturing the thoroughly sissied fox in the other room, as well as how much more sissified he would be soon. He moaned through his clenched teeth, sucking in air as he thought of all the different plans he had for slipping the fox further and further into his new life as his baby girl. He groaned and stroked his cock, imagining the fox waddling around, trying desperately to push his fluffy skirts down over his puffy diaper. Jack loved that the more that Andlat tried to prove that he was not a baby girl, the more closely he resembled a pouty baby girl who was not getting her way. He resolved to remind the fox of that more and more. He could even record one of the fox's little pout fests and show it to him, asking the fox to point out any behavior that proved he was a boy, let alone a big boy. Imagining the fox's embarrassed, indignant reactions to that pushed the wolf over the blissful edge.

Descending from his euphoria, Jack thought more soberly about the fox sitting in his kitchen. He had seen the fox out and about town quite a few times and he seemed to always be up to something. It was not that the fox was malicious, he was just mischievous. Others might have just dismissed him as a scamp, but not Jack. Jack recognized that the fox needed a firm paw to keep him in line. He could not say just where the idea to make him a baby girl had come from, but something about the fox just made it seem right.

Returning to the kitchen, Jack could not help but burst out laughing. Andlat had grown tired of coloring and had decided that, since the wolf did not seem to be coming back, he would try to escape. He had tried slipping down under the tray, but his dress had gotten stuck as it rode up his body as he tried to slip out. The comical sight before Jack was of a sweet baby girl with her entire lower half up to her belly button completely exposed, her legs flailing and her diaper crinkling. Jack could not resist taking a few photos of his new daughter before coming over to extricate him from his little predicament.

"That wasn't really good baby girl behavior, Emma." The wolf said, straightening the fox's dress. "But it's Daddy's fault for forgetting how mischevious little vixens can be if left to their own devices." Andlat looked up at the wolf, unsure if he was in trouble or not. Jack chuckled and kissed his nose. "Don't look so nervous, princess. Daddy loves his baby girl." He smiled and walked away, chatting to the fox.

"You know, I was going to give you a chance to show Daddy how you can eat like a big girl, but since you can't even color quietly while Daddy's getting dressed, I guess you're not ready to be big yet, hmm?"

"But"

"No buts, Emmakit." Jack said. "Daddy will just have to feed his baby girl himself, won't he?"

"B"

"What did I just say, little miss fussy fuss?" Andlat looked away, frustrated by the wolf continuing to insist that he was not big.

"Look." He tried his best to sound as mature as possible, even as the slightest move made the diaper around his waist crinkle. "I don't know if there's some sort of enjoyment you're getting out of this, but I need to go. You can't just adopt foxes off of the street and do" he struggled to find the words. "This to them. You just can't." The wolf turned and looked at him. "If you'd asked, maybe I'd be willing to play along for a bit, but" he once again had to search for words. "But the fact of the matter is, this isn't for me. Whether it's sexual or filling some other fatherly need." The wolf remained silent, watching the fox with an interested look.

"Alright." He said at once. "How about we talk about this then?" He came over to the fox and pulled open the highchair's tray, lifting the fox out. Carrying the fox like a baby, he walked into the living room and set Andlat on the couch before sitting in an armchair next to it. "I think this is about as even a playing field as we can have." He said. "So, you've said your piece, allow me to say mine."

"Okay." The fox said.

"I'll level with you. There is absolutely a sexual aspect to this and I think it's mutual. Since the moment you walked into my house, you've been eyeing me. I won't lie and say you're the first boy who's done that and I won't lie and say I hate the attention." He smiled. "And yes, I do like being a daddy to cubs like you." He held up a finger. "Shh. I let you speak, you let me, okay?" He smiled as the fox fell silent. "I think there's a lot we can both get out of this, but you have to understand that I like, I need to set the rules." He looked at the fox squirming. "Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems like you crave rules and structure, even if you try to hide it behind bravado. Bravado means that you put on a tough guy act."

"I know what it means." Andlat muttered defensively.

"Earlier, I said you'd get to have big boy days and I intend to use those as a reward. Most of the time, you will be baby Emma, and I know that'll require some getting used to. But you'll be comfortable, happy, and able to indulge in whatever you want to, within reason. Obviously, as a baby girl, there will be some things you won't be able to do. You've already admitted to me that you like more of this than you want to let on and I will do my best to allow you some boundaries, but you need to understand that as a baby girl, you'll have very little privacy and often, Daddy will do things even if you say 'no'." The fox looked conflicted. "Do you remember earlier when you started feeling overwhelmed? I knew when to stop, didn't I?" The fox nodded shyly. "See? Daddy knows these things."

"Can you stop with the Daddy stuff, just for the moment?" Andlat asked.

"Of course." The wolf smiled. "We've already discussed a lot of this in your... bedroom, but if you'd like, feel free to raise any concerns you have."

"So you really want me to be a baby girl all the time?"

"Yes."

"How will I earn big boy time?"

"By being Da- my little princess. I have a younger sister and two nieces, so I know a fair amount about raising a little girl." He smiled and nodded to the picture Andlat had seen earlier. "And again, like I said earlier, you're expected to have lapses, but I will punish you for unladylike behavior when I see it."

"I'm not a baby girl."

"I know, but you'll live the life of one, if that makes sense. We'll have naughty fun and things like that, but Daddy's friends and coworkers will know you as my daughter, Emma Rose."

"I'll be in diapers forever?" The wolf shrugged.

"Probably not. Everyone grows up sometimes." He smiled roguishly. "Are the diapers the only thing you're concerned about wearing?" He eyed the fox gently pawing, even in mittens, at the hem of his dress.

"Well, the dresses"

"Like I said in your nursery, you're going to be made into a proper young lady and that means a lot of dresses, at least until you start to see yourself as Emma and not as" he stopped and smiled. "Well, your old life."

"I haven't agreed yet."

"I know, but let's be honest, Andlat. You agreed to this earlier and this is just a formality. We're going to go back into the kitchen and I'm going to feed you your first meal of many as my baby girl."

"What if I say no?"

"You're more than welcome to." The wolf said with a shrug, even though he knew the fox could not say no. "Your clothes should be about clean, so if you really want to, you can put them back on and be on your merry way." He imagined the fox back in his old clothes, smelling still like a baby girl and chuckled. "Or you can stay here with me and we'll have some naughty fun before bed." He could see the fox's interest. "All you have to do is stand up, give Daddy a proper curtsey and introduce yourself."

"Naughty fun every night?" The fox asked. The wolf laughed.

"Maybe not every night, sweetie, but often enough. I know how little vixens' libidos can be."

"Notta" the fox mumbled before the wolf swooped in and hugged him to his chest, the fox's nose flooding with the wolf's scent. He murred and squirmed, but it was a different sort of squirming.

"Well?" The wolf whispered, kissing the top of the fox's head.

"I dunno" the fox mumbled against his chest.

"You know how to get Daddy to help you." The fox considered it, trying to simultaneously pull away from the wolf and nuzzle further into his chest.

"Help me. Daddy."

"Say 'My name's Emma Rose and I'm Daddy's baby girl." He set the fox on the couch. Standing on the furniture only made him look more like a child, the wolf thought happily. "Curtsey." He reminded the fox. Andlat did a sloppy curtsey, but not as sloppy as Jack had expected.

"My name's Emma Rose and... I'm Daddy's baby girl."