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"Alright, Sal', I'll be off for the next two weeks. Your baby-sitter should be here tonight ! Let me know if there's any issue; I'd rather cut my trip short than worry to death in case something happens to you, okay ?"

The anthro canine sitting on the couch groaned, "Mom, I'm nineteen. I think I know how to take care of myself !"

"Do you want me to remind you of the time I left you alone for one week-end and came back to the house almost catching fire ?"

"That was an accident ! I was trying to bake a surprise birthday cake for you !"

"Well, maybe next time I'd rather you stick to your consoles, sweetie."

"But Mom--!"

"No buts ! Your baby-sitter will be here in a few hours. Be an angel, you hear ?"

Sally groaned in annoyment as his mother opened the door and left, cutting off any opportunity for bargaining. He couldn't believe it ! A baby-sitter watching him for two weeks, despite the fact he was freakin' nineteen?! This had to be the most embarrassing thing his mother had ever done to him.

Sure, the dogboy had an incredible streak of unfortunate mishaps going, and he kept putting himself in awkward situations whenever he was on his own. He often cursed his own clumsiness, for it made him look like he was not somebody you could count on; who'd ask a fur to take care of any task if they couldn't even take care of themselves in the first place ?

Time and time again, his mom had let him off the hook. Time and time again, he had screwed up in many ways, each subsequent failure turning out to be even more spectacular. Eventually the worn out mother had enough; it wasn't long before Sally was forbidden from going out on his own, staying home alone, or pretty much doing any activity whilst left unsupervised. Of course, because she was often traveling around for work, this quickly meant there was only one option left: finding a baby-sitter.

Sparing him the shame of a total stranger coming to their house to take care of a fully grown adult, the canine's mom had managed to request help from neighbors and friends-- for those two weeks however, nobody had any time to help. Despite Sally insisting he would be able to handle it, his mother was too scared to come back to a house in ruins because of some godforsaken accident; and so this time the dogboy would have no choice but to let somebody he had never met take care of him like he was a kid.

"Darn it," mumbled Sally to himself. Now he had nothing to do aside from anxiously waiting for the baby-sitter to arrive.

Well, that was no big deal. All he had to do was sit on the couch and play some games ! Heading back to the living room the collie turned his console and the TV on, plopping right back into the soft, comfortable cushions on the couch. He smiled at the familiar title screen and music playing; even if he had finished that RPG game dozens of times, it was just his favorite thing ever. He had probably discovered every possible trick and secret and easter egg and other obscure shenanigans the game could possibly contain, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it anymore. He probably knew every single line his favorite characters said throughout the entirety of the game. Booting up a new save file, the dog dived into the game once more...

*RRRRRING!*

The dogboy ignored the ringing doorbell, his tongue slipping out in a blep as he focused on the boss battle he was playing through; he had installed restrictions on himself to make the boss much harder than it really was, and had to make sure all his attention was on defeating his opponent.

*RRRRRRING! RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNGGGGG!*

"No!!"

Sally groaned in annoyment as the persistent ringing eventually broke his focus enough for a fatal hit; sending him on the game's death screen for him to either continue or give up.

"Ugh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he grumbled as he got up, heading for the door. Opening it, he yelped as he was welcomed by a massive pair of tits right in front of his head.

Backing away and looking up, he eventually got to look at the visitor's face: a gorgeous cobra lady. His eyes were immediately enraptured into her excited yet sultry gaze, her thin irises dilating as she got to look at him.

"Ohh, my! Ssssuch an adorable lass!" she hissed, a broad smile on her hooded face, "You must be SSSSSSssally! Your mother was right; you're even more of a sweetie than I was expecting! May I come in ?"

Without even waiting for an answer the motherly snake made her way in, Sally too flabbergasted to protest as he seemed to have just come out of a trance. Had he just called him a girl? He barely got to open his mouth to correct her when he was forced to step out of the way to avoid being shoved by a curvy juggernaut, his eyes widening at the sheer size of the woman's curves.

Confused, he asked, "A-are you, uh... the baby-sitter ?"

"Aww, you're even a little shy, too!"-she grabbed the dog's cheeks and squeezed and tugged at them with a coo-"Why yessssss I am! My name is Sylvana! Nice to meet you!" She replied. She had this odd mannerism, most of her S's coming out as long hisses.

She looked him up and down again, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Though I have to admit, I didn't quite expect a little one quite... your sssssize," she added.

"A LITTLE one?! You mean she didn't-- ugh, damn it, Mom !" groaned the collie in anger.

"Ah!Ah!Ah!" tutted the cobra, shushing the canine with a finger on his mouth, "Language, young one !"

"Language?! Quit treating me like I'm a baby !!"

Sally exploded with anger, throwing a deadly glare her way- and yet, the second he laid his eyes on hers, he felt himself melting to putty as his anger vanished. His ears flopped behind his head in intimidation; he realized how truly huge Sylvana was. She had to be twice his size, at least.

"But if you weren't, then why would your mother have asssked me to take care of you?"

The piercing question caused Sally to stare down in shame; his odd state now broken again he panicked, looking all over the ground while stuttering.

"L-Listen. I'm nineteen! It's j-just that... I may or may not be... terrible... at doing anything..."

He felt himself shrink as he curled up, feeling the increasingly dominant looming of the cobra leaning closer to him. His tail tucked between his legs, the dogboy bit his lower lip, his face red as a tomato from the shame.

"I often end up breaking things... And mom doesn't think I can be left alone since I've had multiple accidents--"

"Accidents?!" gasped the cobra in shock, cutting the dogboy mid-sentence, "Now that just won't do!"

Sally just stood there confused as his reptilian baby-sitter went for the living room. He felt compelled to follow her, her very curves hypnotizing him: the way her tail swished enticingly with every step she took, the way her gait caused her ass to sashay deliciously... It felt like every single bit of her was made to attract and trap one's gaze. Staring at her lower body for so long, he realized why she was a baby-sitter; she was likely experienced, for anybody with waspish hips like these had to be a mother, and of multiple children too.

He stared curiously as she dropped her bag on the table, rummaging around it until they both heard a crinkle. With a smile on her face she pulled out a big pack of...

"Diapers?!" shrieked the canine with horror.

"Well, yes! As a baby-sssssitter, I like to always come prepared after all!"

She grabbed Sally's arm and, with a gentle but firm grip, pulled him closer.

"No!! Wait!! What are you doing?!" he yelped, squirming and struggling.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm making sure you're ready for accidents!"

"No! Wait! There's been a misunderstanding! Please don't--!"

"Young one...!"

Sylvana's tone had suddenly grown ominous, her grip just a little bit firmer-- the imminent threat caused Sally to look at her in the eyes; and he fell right into her trap.

"Do. Not. Argue with your caretakers," she hissed, a warning hiss coming out of her throat, "Is thissss how you behave with your mother? How dreadful."

Her disappointed voice felt like a stab in the back, allowing her almost glowing, yellow eyes to pierce into his very core and rip his soul asunder. Sally felt himself disintegrate, turning into an insignificant speck of dust in front of the terrifying, omnipotent entity staring at him.

His ears flopped in submission as he let out a whimper, "S-Sorry..."

At first the canine felt fear, but as the reptile woman returned to a more peaceful expression her vibrating hood seemed to envelop him in warmth and safety. His muscles relaxed as her hands gently ruffled across his fur, and his tail instinctively began wagging.

"It'ssss okay," she hushed with a smile, "Let Mommy take care of you..."

"O-Okay..."

"It's yes, Mommy."

"Y-Yes, Mommy," repeated the canine, too scared to disobey her again- and yet, somehow, calling her that way, being obedient and compliant... It felt just right.

While Sylvana pet her "baby", her other hand worked on undoing his clothing. When feeling her scales on his bare skin Sally tensed up slightly, looking down, his mind realizing he shouldn't be naked in front of a grown woman, even less so let her undress him. Immediately the matron's tail reached for his chin, lifting it up so he would stare right back into her eyes as she shushed him.

"It's only us two in here, sweetie," she cooed to reassure him, "Mommy would never judge you. I only want what's best for you. Let me take care of everything."

"B-But..."

"Hush. One more complaint and your pretty behind is in for a spanking!"

Sal immediately stood down, a scared whine slipping out of his throat. His thoughts felt like mush; he was trying his hardest to understand why he was letting her manhandle him like this. He was nineteen! He didn't need a baby-sitter! And yet there he was, being lifted onto the table, butt-naked. His ears twitched as he heard the telltale crinkle of a diaper, panic in his eyes as he stared into Sylvana's.

"W-Wait!... I d-don't need dia--"

The canine's sentence ended in a shrieking yelp as a stern palm harshly smacked his bum.

"I warned you, young man!"

The reptilian milf hissed, delivering another strike to Sally's bare bum. The dogboy yelped, tears dwelling in his eyes both from the pain and the thorough humiliation.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Okay, I'll stop complaining! I'll--"

Another spank cut his sentence- this last hit broke his resistance, and he burst into tears.

"Aww, don't cry, little one!" Sylvana began cooing. She swiftly, expertly wrapped the absorbent undergarment around Sally's waist. Tapes settled, soft padding around his crotch, as she lifted him up he really looked like an oversized baby. She hushed and shushed him, bouncing him up and down, the diaper crinkling everytime her hand sank in it. Somehow this swiftly calmed the canine down, who managed to process the whole situation.

"Why... Did you put me in a diaper?" whined the pup.

"Because, silly. You have accidents!"

"You misunderstand! I didn't mean that kind of accidents!"

"Oh, that's what they all say. I'd be surprised if you can keep this pamp dry for the whole night."

"What?! I haven't wet the bed since I was--!"

"Look into my eyes," snapped Sylvana.

Sally complied, and within the blink of an eye, he was already hooked. Her mesmerizing gaze seemed to drag him in, drown him in a sea of amber. Her eyes were positively glowing, her hood vibrating in such an entrancing way, too. Her soft hissing, the warmth of her bosom, the kindness and care in her arms, as if she held an actual, frail newborn... It made him feel safe.

"Do these look like the eyes of someone who'd lie, little one?"

Of course she lied, thought Sally. But as the canine opened his mouth to answer, he stopped at the last second.

Her eyes were... were so pure. Like he was staring into an angel. Her gentle smile, her intense gaze radiating innocence... Now Sally wasn't so sure. She definitely didn't seem like the kind of person to lie. What did he think she was lying about again?... Right. Accidents. She said he was having accidents. And... she was right. He did tell her he kept getting into accidents. So she wasn't lying! The canine's pupils widened a bit, as if he had the realization of a lifetime.

"No... No, they don't."

"It's 'No, Mommy'," corrected the snake.

"N-No, Mommy..." squeaked the canine, his ears flopping backwards again. Why was he feeling so weird? Why was he having so much trouble thinking whenever he looked into those eyes? Those gorgeous eyes. The way they shined. How her hood enveloped him in warmth. Safety. It felt so nice. His thumping heart seemed to quiet, his muscles relaxed.

Sylvana cooed, a radiant smile appearing on her face as her hood flared rhythmically. "There we go. Isn't that so much better?" As she praised the dog she pet his pretty head with one hand, the other caressing and softly pressing his diaper. Yes, she was right, thought the canine. It felt better, it was so much better to have someone taking care of him. He was finally getting the long deserved affection he was craving so much. With each head pat, with each caress of his diaper, his muscles relaxed... until an almost inaudible hiss emanated from under the absorbent garment.

"Oh, goodness!" gasped the reptile woman, her eyes widening in surprise as the front of the pretty, crinkly white underwear turned yellow at an alarming rate. "Your mother wasn't kidding when she said you had accidents! Pretty little girl couldn't hold it in, could she?"

Deep down, somewhere in Sally's psyche, a tiny, protesting voice kept shouting. Something was wrong- terribly so. And yet no matter how it tried to make itself known, it was snuffed out, shooed away in an instant, drowned under the euphoria that overwhelmed him. It felt so good to let go. He didn't have to worry about getting into accidents anymore- somebody was watching over him. Somebody would take care of those.

"It's okay, little one. Mommy will deal with everything," cackled the cobra, gently tickling the canine's tummy. "Babies like you should only think about playing!"

Playing. Right! That was what Sally was doing before the baby-sitter arrived. He rolled over in the cobra's lap, locating and reaching for his controller... only for her grabby fingers to yank it away from him.

"Ah ah ah!... Little girls like you shouldn't be playing games like these! You're much better off playing children's games!"

Sal's heart sank. His favorite game being denied from him was crossing the line- something from the very depths of his soul began to rise in protest as he raised his arm, looking right into Sylvana's eyes... only for her gaze to bend the core of his mind to her will once more.

"That's right, princess... Stare into Mommy's pretty eyes. Aren't they so beautiful?" The motherly reptile hissed entrancingly as her hood twitched, enthralling the canine, enforcing her control over him. "The colors are so pretty. Mommy's body feels ssssso warm. Safe. Comfortable," she insisted, hugging Sally, bringing him closer to her plush, curvy body. "I know just the game for a pretty little thing like you. Would you like to know what it is?" She spoke softly, cooing out most of her words, as if chirping at the most adorable baby in the world.

Sally nodded slowly, curiously, his movements sluggish as he couldn't bring his eyes to stare away from his caregiver.

"If you want to know, you'll have to tell me!"

"Yes..." nodded the canine once more.

Sylvana raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting something else. "Yes...?"

"Princess" frowned for a bit, her fogged brain trying to figure out what exactly she was supposed to say.

"Umm... Yes, Mommy...?" she tried. The second she said it Sylvana beamed, lifting the canine to her face and nuzzling "her" muzzle lovingly, squealing in delight.

"Yeeeesss! That's right! Good girl!" She exclaimed, hugging Princess so tight he almost suffocated into her massive cleavage. "Okay, I'll tell you then! But first... We should get some food in that cute little tummy of yours, shouldn't we?"

The canine giggled as the reptile poked her belly, the sharp nail tickling just a little bit. As if to confirm the statement Princess' stomach growled needily, and she nodded in agreement; food would be amazing right about now.

Sylvana reached for her sweater, pulling it up in one swift movement. Her huge rack almost burst out, the snake's bra-less, unrestricted bosom now breaking free of the top's tight confines. The dogboy gasped, only for the baby-sitter to jam her nipple right into his mouth, the monstrous teat stretching his mouth wider than a whole apple. The snake put her hand behind Sally's head, pressing him gently but firmly into her boob, and sighed lustfully when she felt the warm, creamy fluid cascade into the canine's mouth. Princess' eyes widened in surprise, the tsunami of breast milk flooding her gullet, forcing her to gulp frantically in order to avoid choking. What was even more surprising was the rich, sweet taste- something magical, feeling like every chug cleansed her inside and out, lifting unknown, invisible burdens from her shoulders. His shyness around Sylvana, his embarrassment at being unable to stay home alone, his anger towards his mother for forcing him to deal with a baby-sitter... all of it and more vanished from Sally's mind, replaced with pure, mushy adoration, need and desire for his new Mommy. For the first time in a bit, the canine's eyes looked away from Sylvana's enrapturing gaze, rolling up in his head in orgasmic, cathartic bliss. For some reason, it was okay to look away- her sweet, calming whispers were now embedded into his mind, her hypnotic mantra sealed into his brain. Princess was safe. Mommy would take care of her. She didn't need to think about anything anymore. She could just play and play and forget about all those pesky worries, those scary accidents... Everything was going to be just fine.

The canine was so lost in fact, that "she" failed to notice Sylvana was now quite literally glowing, a gentle yellow-white color emanating from her body. She grinned mischievously as she heard a loud gurgling coming from Sally's belly. His brow fured ever so slightly, his moaning turning into a slightly plaintive whine, to which the baby-sitter immediately replied with a soothing shush.

"Shhhh... It's okay, little one. Relax. Let go. Forget about all the stressful, worrying adult stuff. All your worries... Just let them all out," she hummed, bringing her tail to gently push against the canine's belly. In response, the babified dogboy let out a small grunt, before sighing in relief as a loud *BLORT!* exploded from under his diaper. The absorbent garment swelled and sagged at an alarming rate, turning a distinct dark brown color as the smell of feces filled the area. Sylvana giggled.

"What an adorable little girl you are..."

"Oh, yes! Sally's doing just fine!" Said the baby-sitter through the phone, beaming. "An angel, truly!"

"An angel? Really?" echoed Sally's mother's voice from the other end of the receiver. "Wow, he must be really scared to mess something up with a stranger around, huh?"

"It's alright! There's nothing to worry about, and I'm prepared for every possible scenario. You may finish your trip with your mind at rest!"

"Thanks, Miss Sylvana. You're a life-saver. I'll be back in a week," concluded the woman before hanging up. As if on cue, a shout echoed from another room.

"Mooommyyyy!" called the snake's little princess, "My diaper is blowing out again!"

"Coming, sweetie, coming~!" cooed the reptile, heading back to Sally's room. She was glad she had so much more time to spend with such an adorable child still!