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Roommates are the worst. At least Splicer's spent most of his time with his gym bros or frat friends or whatever the hell they were called. The gray wolf was too busy with his studies to worry about any of that. Ever since he got accepted to unifursity with a full ride he had spent every waking moment trying to keep his grades above average so there'd be no way he could lose it. He avoided everything that wasn't part of his classes, no bars, no sports, no friends, just him, his books and his laptop which he kept clean of any games or distractions.

Door slamming, his roommate was home. Splicer groaned as he saved his fifth revision of the essay he was working on. No doubt he wouldn't get a moment of peace from then on. He closed his laptop down just in time for the door to his bedroom to burst open. It didn't take long for the large dog to close the distance between him and the wolf to wrap his arm around their neck.

"Oh, what were you doing in here?" He asked, rubbing his knuckles between the wolf's ears making their fur splay out in every direction. "Looking at some good yiff?"

"STOP IT JAM!" Splicer cried out almost surprised that the chocolate lab husky mix obliged the request, withdrawing their knuckle and taking a small step back. He huffed out, taking a moment to readjust his head fur. "I wasn't looking at that stuff, you know I don't do that. I was working on an essay though, which I would like to get back to if you don't mind?"

"Sorry bro, my bad." Jam looked down bashfully at the sitting wolf. "I was just at the gym and was thinking about heading to the bar, wanna come?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

The reply was unexpected, Jam felt his ears perk up thinking maybe his roommate wasn't the stick in the mud they had been presenting themself as.

"No, I'm not going out to the bar with you. Far too busy. After this essay I need to work on that lab we did which I'm sure you haven't even looked at yet have you?"

The sudden rejection made the dog's ears flatten right back down onto his backwards ball cap.

"I'm just trying to be nice, you don't always need to be a dick about it."

"Well I'm not a dick, you're just an idiot. Sorry to break that news to you."

"I'm done being nice, have fun jacking off alone you nerd."

The door slammed shut, Splicer was already turned around, opening his computer to get back to work. The lab was supposed to be done in pairs but he already knew his roommate well enough that he would end up doing everything himself, again.

"Not fucking jacking off... You fucking... Asshole..." The wolf muttered to the dark room as he went over the reagent used for the reaction. He still couldn't understand why the yield was so low. He was sure the numbers he came up with were right. He opened his lab notebook to re-read the procedure again.

He wasn't sure how much time passed, he did notice the dusk from his room quickly grow dark until the only light left was the idle glow of his computer screen. He leaned back and rubbed his muzzle. There was no explanation he saw for the disparity, but he did find a suitable enough excuse to make his report presentable. Sighing, the wolf trudged over to the bathroom he shared with his roommate. He brushed his fangs as he stared at himself in the mirror feeling more than a little guilty for snapping at the dog like he had. Maybe he had gone a little far, despite how brash and abrasive his roommate was, maybe they were just trying to be friendly in their own way, their own, incredibly annoying way.

Back in his room the wolf didn't bother turning his light on. He knew exactly what he was going for. He stripped his hoodie off and threw it over to the corner of the room near his laundry basket not caring if it actually went in. His jeans followed suit being kicked off the end of his paw just before he got to his closet. He opened the door with a wag he couldn't get out of his tail. He pulled the fabric from the hook on the door and rubbed his cheek against the freshly washed, lavender scented pajama suit. It wasn't much, but it was the wolf's world. When he was done with everything he had to do with the day, he would just slip into the suit and let all his school worries slide away. One paw in, then the other. He couldn't resist throwing it up around his shoulders and sliding his arms in, quickly doing the buttons up and jumping back on his bed. He closed his eyes enjoying the all around hug of the super soft and warm fabric.

Door slamming. Splicer's eyes shot back open. It hadn't even been five minutes of alone time. He prayed Jam was too drunk to bother him, hoping above anything the dog would just flop in their own bed and pass out. He threw a blanket over himself just in time to hear his door cracking open. Maybe if he just pretended to sleep his roommate would leave him alone.

"Oh Spliiiiiiiiiice." Jam called out in a sing song voice.

Splicer did his best to make a groan someone sleeping would make, turning their body around to face away from the door. The sound of approaching paws didn't stop. Splicer turned around to face his more than likely intoxicated roommate. They were standing just on the edge of his bed, staring down at him. They towered well above him. He had enough at this point, shooting out of his blanket and trying to get up into the dog's face to give him a piece of his mind. Even on his tip toes he wasn't anywhere close to meeting eye to eye, instead he opted to poke their nose.

"Listen here you jock headed, simplet-" Splicer was planning to use every word in his vocabulary to insult the dog but found he was cut short by a firm paw clamped around his muzzle.

"No you listen here you little baby pajama wearing nerd." Jam hissed out, letting go of the wolf's maw. Splicer had no more words, his ears folded back and his tail fell flat, coming to dead rest between his legs.

"It's for, I, Whatever I don't need to explain anything to you anyways, just leave me alone, please?"

"No, I said I was done being nice. Apparently I wasn't the only one fed up with your high and mighty act. Was talking to some of the other science kids at the bar and we were talking about how to knock you down a peg just a few days ago."

"What are you on about? If they want to knock me down a peg maybe they should try making it harder for me to get top marks."

"Oh that's the plan, probably not the way you expect though."

Splicer tried to push past Jam, wanting to get away from the leering eyes of the dog, feeling his face burning red from the confrontation and embarrassment of his dress. He didn't make it far before a paw grabbed him by the neck of his pajamas, throwing him back onto the bed.

"What the fuck do you th-" Splicer started again, before being cut off again. This time was different, something was slipped in between his lips. He chewed on it for a second feeling something rubbery, it was coated with something slick and sticky. It coated his tongue, causing it to get numb. He tried to spit it out but it weld held in place by a firm paw.

"What a mouth on you puppy, don't worry lil bro. We'll fix that right up." Jam said in that sing song voice again, holding the pacifier firmly between the wolf's lips until they stopped trying to spit it out, cautiously withdrawing their paw when they ran out of resistance. "I'm sure you had some issues with that lab of ours tonight, sorry I forgot to mention, I may have borrowed some of the stuff we were supposed to use. Don't worry the stuff on your paci is totally safe. The other nerds promised me as much."

Splicer was doing anything he could to struggle, but whatever was coating the pacifier in his mouth was fast acting and efficient. He couldn't move his limbs more than a slight wiggle as the large dog stripped his pajama suit off, leaving the wolf completely naked.

"Don't worry lil bro, we'll put you back in you pjs soon enough, first we gotta get you nice and protected. Apparently that stuff in your muzzle has, side effects..."

Side effects? Splicer tried to protest but all that came out from his maw was gurgled gibberish and drool that ran down his cheek.

"Just relax, everything will be fine. You'll feel so much better, and nicer soon!" Jam chirped out dipping out of sight, coming back up in view holding a white bottle in one hand and a poofy rectangle with cartoon paw prints and animals on it. Splicer thrashed his hips, but all he could manage was a slight wiggle. Jam gripped the wolf by both his ankles in one paw lifting him up and sliding the unfolded diaper underneath his butt and sliding his tail through the hole in the back, making sure it was nice and secure before gently laying the wolf back down. Splicer was mortified at how easily the dog manhandled him, as if he was nothing but a little puppy. A white cloud sprayed forth from the bottle onto the diaper and even worse, his exposed sheath. Jam applied far too much powder, making sure enough floated up to the wolf's face so they could get a solid whiff of the babish scent.

"Smell that, you'll be quite familiar with it soon enough." Splicer had to lay back and take all the verbal abuse, tears started forming in his eyes. "Aw, don't fret puppy. It's just a fact you'll need to get used to from now on."

Jam gave one final rub of the white dusted wolf sheath, something he'd be sure to play around with more at a later date, but he still had work to do. The diaper was clumsily wrapped around the wolf's hips, trying to follow the advice of the home ec student who had let him borrow the supplies. No questions were asked after Jam let Splicer's name pass his lips, just a solid nod and the diaper, powder, pacifier and the dvd with the special finishing touch was in his paws. The diaper was taped up as best as Jam could, giving the wolf's butt a reassuring pat, causing another powder cloud to waft up through the waistband and hitting their nose. For some reason this time the smell was soothing to the wolf.

"Alright then squirt, let's get moving. Gotta get rid of all that nerd smarts of yours." Jam casually admitted, before sliding some thick padded mits over the wolf's hands making them even more useless than they had been. He didn't have long to ponder the new addition, he felt his scruff being firmly gripped, while another paw gripped him from the back of his new diaper. He was gently lifted up from the bed, it had been forever since he had been held by his scruff like that, even if he wasn't under the effects of the strange drug, he'd be nothing but putty in the dog's hands. He felt himself carried down the hall, the light bobbing up and down making it almost difficult to keep the pacifier in his still drooling muzzle. He knew how stupid it was to keep it in his maw, but he still couldn't help the fact it felt so nice to keep sucking on the nipple, still coated in the sweet liquid drug.

He was brought in front of the living room tv, it was already on, whatever was on seemed like it was paused on a black screen. The paw left his diaper for a second, just long enough to hit the play button on the remote. The he was back to holding the wolf hard from the scruff and just enough so they could feel the fresh padding rubbing up against their butt and sheath.

"Sit back and enjoy the show lil bro..." Jam leaned over and whispered into the wolf's ear, making sure he had his eyes firmly squeezed shut.

Splicer wanted to look away, or even shut his eyes but it seemed like not even his eyelids would respond. All he could do was keep them focused right on the screen with a lazy blink every now and again. He knew he was in trouble as the first thing that happened when the colours crackled to life on his screen was a slow swirling spiral. He didn't really believe in that hypnosis stuff but there were weird rumors and hushed whispers about odd things happening to students at the unifursity. Different personalities, different behaviours, things that made the wolf shudder at just the thought. Now here he was, in a oversized diaper, with cartoon animals, having his scruff held by his roommate, forced to watch this swirling spiral that drew his eyes into the middle. In the middle furs in diapers would show up for a while, playing with blocks, wetting themselves, rubbing their soggy padding, looking so happy. Splicer knew it was wrong, but it looked, fun. The wolf whined, realizing how his mind was being rewired by the hypnotic programing, feeling his brain actively slowing down, emptying of everything. Everything except the pictures and scenes of furs enjoying their diapers. There were so many, and they looked so happy, he wanted to be happy too. He felt a pressure in his bladder. He did his best to get away, squirm his way out but he saw text on the screen circling with the spiral, circling around the other wolf in the screen that looked just like him. The other gray wolf in the screen looked upset, like he had just been, but then their face relaxed and Splicer saw the front of the wolf's diaper swell a bit, seeing the paws fading away. His jaw went slack. He could feel the final dregs of resistance spilling out as he felt the front of his own diaper growing warm and wet. His pacifier hit the floor but he could only focus on the feeling of his padding and how good it felt to be wearing it. His eyes followed the circling letters on the screen, not understanding what they meant but understanding in his heart the words were true. You Love diapers. He did love diapers.

Jam laughed to himself, hearing the wolf wet himself, he took his paw off the wolf's diaper to grope the wet front, feeling how far the smug wolf had fallen in just a few short minutes.

"Diapers are all you're gonna wear now." The dog gently placed the wolf on the floor in front of the TV, looking down at the floor with his eyes open long enough to find the pacifier and slip it back into the wolf's muzzle. He saw the glowing reflecting of the tv in the wolf's glassy eyes. He stood back up before he actually got a good look at the reflection in their empty eyes just in case that was enough to ensnare him too. The fur at home ec had suggested no more than 20 minutes to make sure the effects wouldn't last too long. Jam figured he'd let Splicer's brain cook a little longer. Maybe he'd check back on the wolf in an hour or two, maybe he'd leave them even longer. Jam planned on taking good care of his new lil bro, it wasn't like Splicer would be able to complain about it in any case.

He didn't mind anything. He didn't mind when the pacifier drug wore off. That just meant he could rub his padded mitts over his wet diapered front like all the funny furs inside the TV for hours. He didn't mind when the program cut off leaving him sitting in a dark empty room, he just leaned back and drooled around his pacifier, sucking it idly as his empty head focused on how good it felt to be a dumb padded puppy. He didn't know anything else anymore. He didn't mind when his new big bro came back stumbling through the door.

"Oh yeah... I forgot you were here. Was out at the bar again..." Was the excuse Jam gave, knowing it didn't matter anymore. "While you're there though..."

Splicer heard the sound of unzipping behind him. Then he felt the back of his diaper pulled back slightly. Next came a stream of hot liquid down his back, running past his tail and sitting in the bottom of his diaper, slowly getting absorbed into padding, making it nice and warm again. He heard a sigh of relief and a paw between his legs squishing the now well used padding against his butt. It was heaven to the wolf. He grinded down into it, loving how the wet sap massaged his bottom.

"Oh, are you an excited little puppy? I bet you are!" Jam teased the wolf, happy to see just how effective the video was. "We can do more of that later though. Now it's time to get ready for bed."

Splicer still couldn't understand what was being said but his eyes lit up when he saw his new caretaker come back with his favorite outfit, letting his legs and arms be gently guided into the fabric and buttoned up. He let out a little giggle as he felt an arm lift him up effortlessly from between the legs and carried him to his room, being gently placed down into his bed.

"I certainly find this you an improvement, though we'll have to get you a crib soon I think..."

Splicer drifted off swaddled in his sleeper and blankets to the sound of light music playing from a box left on his nightstand, projecting stars up onto his ceiling. He woke up the next morning with a wetness around him. He was confused, and reached down to feel the sheets around him. He couldn't recall drinking last night, or anything that had happened the previous night.

Was that, piss? He wondered, already intuiting the answer to his own question. Fear filled his heart when he reached between his legs, feeling the well used crinkling diaper in his paw. Bits and pieces started coming back to his mind when the door to his room cracked open.

"JAM? WHAT THE FUCK?" Splicer called out, knowing something was seriously wrong.

"Is someone a fussy puppy this morning?" Jam sauntered into the room, showing no concern. The word puppy bounced around in Splicer's head, he could almost feel that word multiplying and reverberating, pushing everything else out.

"N-no, stop I'm not a.. P-puppy..." As soon as the words left his own muzzle Splicer realized the mistake, now Jam's word and his words were echoing in his head, bouncing around twice as powerful. He couldn't focus for much longer.

"I think you are a little puppy! And what you need, puppy, is some more TV time! But before that you're gonna need to come with me so I can show everyone what a good puppy you are!"

Splicer was gone in his own head again, but he didn't mind. He was a good puppy after all. He didn't complain once as he was lifted from the soaked sheets, put in the oversized baby stroller in his still wet pajamas and rolled all across the campus as onlookers pointed and laughed, some looked on with a hint of lechery, most followed close behind until a small parade was formed with Splicer at the head of it all. He was rolled to the home ec building and wheeled to the head of an auditorium, when he was taken from his stroller and placed on an equally oversized changing table. A full audience of furs watched as his leaking diaper was changed with a whole commentary about the proper procedures. Some students took notes, but most were recording the whole thing on their phones for 'studying' purposes. Splicer didn't mind, he barely even noticed anything going on as his mind was only fixed on getting some more cartoon time. Strapped back into his stroller he didn't mind as he was wheeled by the head of the school, the pink badger only taking a moment to stop Jam for a brief exchange.

"It worked like a charm sir!" Jam said, almost awe stricken at how such a thing was possible. He knew better than to question the badger's methods or resources.

"Of course it did, though I'm a little shocked at the efficacy myself." The badger replied, snapping his fingers in the wolf's face. No response aside from a bleary eyed blink.

"There was just a slight hiccup this morning but a few hits of his trigger fixed him back up!"

"Oh? I suppose it's not perfect yet... I'll expect you to bring him by my office later for further training then, maybe we can experiment with that too..."

"No problem! Can do!"

Jam pushed off again, wheeling the wolf back down the campus to their dorm room. He had plans of his own with the puppy, but first they needed another round of their favourite show...