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Fallen from Grace

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by DiaperedOnline

The sound of pee hitting plastic reverberated throughout the comfortable-looking living room. Griffith, the African wild dog who was the source of the disturbance, was currently perched on top of his plastic potty.

His rather boyish looking pair of underwear was currently around his ankles, bright red and white in color appearing almost comical. The sight of the grown dog urinating into a 'Puppy First Potty' would have appeared absurd to anyone watching.

However, Griffith had not always been like this. Only two months prior he had proudly accepted the title of Lieutenant Colonel and was well on his way to Colonel. The canine was in his physical prime, able to run a 5 and a half minute mile and perform a seemingly endless amount of pushups. The dog was built differently.

Strong, robust, dependable, fiercely intelligent, and resourceful he had been the cream of the crop. However, it all came crashing down when he had been subjected to the wrong training regime.

Having been sat down for what he had thought would have been a rudimentary training video, he and several dozen marines were instead shown a hypnotherapy film that had left all of them permanently mentally regressed.

The level of regression varied from fur to fur, some found themselves drooling and utterly unable to form a coherent thought or sentiment. Others found that they had seemingly reverted to a younger form of themselves, more interested in playing with dolls and legos than training to fight the enemy.

When it came to Griffith and his wife Riley, they were no exception. The letter that their parents had received shortly before their son and daughter in law had supplied barely enough detail to fully explain what had happened.

Basically, Griffith's mind had been regressed to that of a three year old with a tendency for bedwetting and the occasional daytime accident. Riley now had the mind of her two year old self, meaning that she had to be placed into diapers before she went to sleep and wore pull-ups during the day.

Despite the genuine efforts of Griffith's parents the two furs remained woefully un-potty trained which forced their parents to routinely clean up after them.

Now, as Griffith sat on his plastic throne, he snickered towards the direction of his wife who stood awkwardly next to the plastic potty.

"Riley's stinky! Stinky whittle baby!"

He jeered, making a face as the poor hyena blushed furiously feeling self-conscious despite her regressed state of mind.

Over in the kitchen, Griffith's mother clucked her tongue as she bustled into the living room. Her fur appeared similar to that of her son's, her round ears confirming that she too was descendent of a long line of African wild dog furs.

"Oh Riley honey, did you not make it to the potty again sweetie?"

Riley turned around, an ashamed look plastered across her muzzle as she nodded slowly, her eyes appearing slightly watery as she looked down in defeat. Griffith continued to giggle, pointing at the wife he once felt so proud to work alongside only to now be reduced to a pullup pooping puppy.

"Riley's a baby! A whittle icky poopy baby!"

Penny shook her head disapprovingly, bustling towards the hyena and pulling her into an embrace, looking over her shoulder and pulling back the back waistband of the pull-up to inspect its contents. Riley's tail pressed up against the back of her diaper, a whimper escaping her muzzle as she leaned her head into her mother-in-law's neck.

"Now Griff, any more teasing and I'm going to pull you over my knee again, young man. Be nice to your wife, now."

Still smirking, the puppy-brained canine held his tongue as he finished his business. Raising his paws in the air dramatically, the once proud dog spoke aloud in a sing-song tone.

"All done!"

Standing up, he pulled his undies up his legs and back around his waist. On the front of his underwear, a small wet spot as some of the pee still inside of him trickled out from the change in position.

The once-disciplined marine did not seem to notice however, as he sat down once again on top of his potty and entertained himself by staring at Riley.

The hyena appeared to not be enjoying the attention, and what had previously been a whine turned into a fully fledged whimper as Penny pulled down her pull-ups to reveal her mess caked rear end.

"Oh honey, you really did a number on this one. Let's wipe you up and get you back into another pull-up, okay sweetie?"

Riley sniffed, nodding as she held still while her mother-in-law took painstaking care to clean her fur with the wet wipes stationed on the coffee table next to the plastic toilets.

Griffith pinched his nose, waving his hand in front of his face while only in view of his wife's gaze as Penny busied herself with cleaning her bottom there and then in their living room. Opening his jaw, he mouthed several words at her.

While not picking up on what exactly he said, she understood the general meaning of his gestures. Riley sniffled, a sob escaping her throat as Penny continued to work diligently away at the accident decorating her rear end.

"Shh shh, it's okay sweetie. We're almost done and then I'll get you a princess pull-up this time!"

The promise of a princess appeared to partially console her, bringing up a balled fist she rubbed at once of her eyes and stuck out her tongue Griffith, who giggled in response.

In the kitchen entrance, another African wild dog stood leaning against the doorframe. Marshall, Griffith's father, bore a grim expression as he watched his wife clean up the messy bottom of his daughter in law.

"How do you go from the top of your game to pooping your pants again. I don't understand it."

Appearing slightly irked, Penny frowned as she wrapped up the cleaning job and threw the last dirty wipe into the open seat of the plastic potty. Dryly, she responded.

"How about you stop deliberating and help me out by getting another pull-up, hmm? I don't want to be cleaning up the carpet too after she dribbles."

Griffith, noticing his father, stood up off of the potty and marched right up to him. Pointing down at his underwear, he exclaimed proudly.

"Look Daddy! I'm wearing big boy pants!"

Marshall stared at him, not saying for the first few seconds. The son that had achieved so much to give him reason to be proud now stood in front of him reduced to a naughty toddler. Then, heaving a sigh of exhaustion, he responded in a tone of utter defeat.

"Yes Griffith, I see that. You're a very big boy now, aren't you?"