The Box
It was just a box, wasn't it?
You would stare down at the cardboard box, uncertain. You couldn't think of anyone that would send you anything, and your bank account was too small to afford anything.
Slowly, curiosity gets the better of you, and you reach out, using a claw to slice the tape. You find a bunch of packing peanuts, sweeping those aside. A small piece of paper rests flat, stating, "May the worst of your future be the best of your past." You turn that over in your head for a couple of moments, then continue to sweep through the nuts, looking for something, anything, trying to figure out what this package was about.
Finally, you uncover it, and sit in confusion, staring at it. A pacifier? Who would...?
Your mind recalls one person that would, and you pause, wondering if they might have...but you shake your head. It doesn't matter now. That was only supposed to be a sometimes thing, an occasional roleplay, not something that you would do 24/7.
You start to put the paci away, then pause, your lip curling gently into a smile as you think, "Just this once."
Slowly, you lift the pacifier up, placing it in your maw, closing your eyes as you slowly begin to suck on it. You couldn't help it as you feel that wonderful, relaxing feeling, the feeling of letting go. Gradually, you open your eyes, realizing it's time to work on the bills. You start to set the paci into the box, then after a second thought, you slide it into your pocket, patting it softly. Packing the rest of the box away, you pass by the hall mirror, and do a double-take, stroking your chin. For a moment there, it almost seemed as though you were....naaaahhh. That's pure fantasy. You shake your head, trying to focus back on the tasks ahead.
You make your way to the office, the papers spread out. Finally, you lean back, massaging your temples, sighing. You knew that the paperwork will be fine, but you like to make sure that it's in order. Today, though, it all seemed a little more overwhelming. Your paws rest on your lap, as you feel a bump. Looking down at the pocket, you pull the paci out, battling with yourself a little, then shrugged. A little more wouldn't hurt...
You slide the paci into your maw once more, as you begin to suckle on it. Almost immediately, you realize you feel better, able to focus enough on the paperwork to get it sorted out. Still, it does seem to take a bit longer than usual, as you use the calculator to add up the big numbers.
Eventually you stand, stretching, holding the paci while you let out a yawn. You start to slide it into your pocket when you feel something odd. Reaching underneath your clothes, you feel a pair of underwear. This puzzles you for a moment, as you vaguely recall something about not wearing it for a couple of years. After a moment, you shrug, shaking your head. You head to the kitcehn. Maybe some coffee will help clear this fog you've got going on.
You make your way to the kitchen, reaching for the coffee. You pause for a moment, frowning. For some reason, coffee didn't sound too appealing at the moment. Moving it to the side, you grab a box of tea, something you hadn't had for years. Giving the box a sniff, you nodded in approval, still good. You set up the kettle, letting it boil as you lean against the counter. Waiting for the water to heat up, you find yourself lightly stroking the paci outline with your finger. Shrugging, you pull it out, placing it in your maw, sighing blissfully as you enjoy the relaxing feeling. You weren't certain why you enjoyed this so much, but it definitely felt reeeeally relaxing, and you could use that right now.
After a moment, you open your eyes, and you realize the water has already come to a boil. Not having time to remove the paci, you carefully lift it, pouring the water in, trying to remember the first time you learned the recipe. It was on the tip of your tail a moment ago, and it was...yes. Wait three to five minutes, then add two cups cold water, and add ice. You wipe your forehead in relief as you suck on the paci. Good thing you remembered. Starting to wonder there.
You go to the freezer, wondering if it seems just a little bit bigger than before, but that must be your imagination. You go to reach for the ice, then realize there isn't any there. You start to pout, then catch yourself, grabbing the tray. It must have been from the party, you muse, as you carefully fill the tray with cold water, loading it into the freezer. You look back at the tea, not wanting it to go to waste, so you carefully place it in the fridge for now, after adding the cold water, letting it cool off. You glance in the fridge for a moment, then grab the milk. It was beginning to sound more appealing anyway. You pour yourself a large glass, sipping off the top, then head back to the paperwork.
As you try to look at the papers, you shake your head. Somehow, they made even less sense in your head than before, while you had to use the calculator for even basic math. That simply wouldn't do. Picking yourself up, you head to the living room, turning the TV on. Maybe a little boob tube would help you relax.
You flick through the usual channels, but for some reason, the news just seemed too depressing today. You try to watch something, but they seem to be either pointless sensationalism or drama about war, or trying to sell you stuff. Suddenly, you switch to the cartoons, and a smile curls your maw. You lean back as you drink your milk, then quickly replace your paci. You snuggle in comfy, as you hear a small rustling, a crinkle or two. You hadn't seen these in forever, so...wy nawt?
Time passes as you watch them, realizing how much you're enjoying them. Suddenly, a sensation from your bladder alerts you to an impending need to use the toilet. You quickly jump down, paci in maw, then take a step or two and tumble, your clothes really loose. You wonder why they're suddenly so big, but the urge to use the bathroom overrides any reasoning, as you try to make it in time. Just as you're about to get there, you stumble, falling flat on the ground. You start to cry, but suddenly you quiet down, as you feel something warm in your crotch area. You turn several shades of red, as you realize you've wet yourself. You suck on the paci hard, hoping that the relaxing feeling will wipe away the embarrassment you feel, as you awkwardly waddle to the bathroom. You look back, surprised that you don't see a puddle of pee on the floor.
You try to climb the toilet, but it's a little high for you. Using a stepping stool, you carefully pull your underwear down, puzzled at how it seems to be completely dry. You grab some...t....t...toilet paper, trying to rub the wet stuff off of your crotch, clean it up in case you get ca-you pause, tilting your head. Caught by who? You're not a pup. Still, you continue to wipe yourself off, to keep clean. After a moment, you shake your head. This clearly isn't working. You reach over, grabbing a wet wipe, rubbing yourself with it as you suck on your paci. Mmmm....much better.
You finish wiping yourself down, then slide your thingie up, and tilt your head. You feel the thingie get bigger, spreading your legs a lot, making you waddle and hard to walk. Clumsily, you try to walk into the hall, then fall to all fours, crawling to the chair, climbing it. You go to grab for the...the thingie, with the milk, but the thingie is too big. As you touch it, though, you can see it change, re-shaping, until a nipple forms on top. You wiggle a bit, grinning from ear to ear, then pick up the bottle, carefully holding it in your paws, supporting it with your legs, sucking on it, the paci falling to your side. The cartoons playing were for young ones, but you found yourself giggling as you watched them, so funny.
Your eyes were starting to get a little heavy, when you hear the door open and close. Turning your head around without letting go of the empty bottle, you notice your dadd-your mate standing there. You try to sit up, saying, "Dadee!"
You tilt your head, puzzled at your own words, as he chuckles, stepping forward. He places his paws under your armpits, lifting you with ease, as this all seems a little puzzling. "Hey, hun. I see you've been enjoying the paci."
Things felt even more odd, as you nod. "Ya. Watching funny 'toons!" You point at the TV, as he carefully sits down, picking up the pacifier.
He sits you down on his lap, turning so you could watch the cartoons, sliding the paci into your maw, speaking in a soft tone you couldn't quite focus on. "I'm glad that you've been enjoying them. I know how much you have been wanting to do the pup stuff, start a new life. I was trying to figure out how we could pull that off, when I came across this program. They told me that they could regress the body, and the mind a little. The effects weren't permanent, but you could extend it with a couple of items."
You look up at him in confusion, then go back to the cartoons, as he pulls out a package, a multi-breast bra. Carefully, he slides it on, his shirt off. On a subconscious level, you notice as a set of lumps begin to press from his chest, the crotch area getting more smooth, until she gently strokes your belly, turning the TV off. You turn to face her, wondering where the toons went, when you see a wolf, similar to your daddy, but there was something different. "Da-...mommy?"
She nods slowly, smiling gently, as she picks you up, cradling you in her arms, gently pulling the paci out, letting your nose rest on a nipple. "That's right, little one. Now, drink up."
You sniff at the nipple, giving it a soft lick, tasting milk. You wrap your lips around it, beginning to nurse, closing your eyes. Slowly, you feel your your mind, your thoughts, slowly slip away, as you nestle in this warm, comforting glow. You feel yourself relaxing completely, a warmth flooding into your crotch, oblivious to it as you close your eyes, gently kneading her breast.
After a while, she gently lays you back, sliding the piece of clothing off, cleaning you gently, caringly with the wipes. You start to fuss, wanting to be cradled, but you gradually quiet down, as she hums a soft, soothing tune. Giving you a bit of a puff with the puppy powder, she carefully pulls the tabs, taping the diaper on you, as you feel the thick padding snugly covering your bum. Awkwardly, you reach your arms out to her, "Ma...ma."
She smiles, picking you up, cradling you in her arms once more. As you feel your world slowly fade away, until all you feel and see is the rocking of your mama, and the milk from the wonderful breast, you hear a soft singing, while you slowly doze. "I love you forever, I like you for always, as long as I'm living, my puppy you'll be..."
Slowly, you close your eyes, a quiet tear of joy dripping as you fall into a wonderful, deep sleep.