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Chase woke up on the couch with a splitting headache as the sun poured in through the windows. Remnants of the fight he had with his wife still echoed in his head as he sat up and searched for any sign of her presence. He searched around as he took a sip from a glass containing left over vodka from the night before.

"Gone as usual," he muttered under his breath as he stood up and walked upstairs into the master bathroom. It was always the same routine with him and Sherry. She would suggest the possibility of them having a kid, and he would say he's not ready to "end the fun" yet and she would get pissed and he'd end up sleeping on the couch. And then in the morning there would be no sight of her till probably the evening. It was always the same routine; nothing ever changed.

The warm water slowly drenched his fur as he let his shower rinse away whatever remained of his tension from last night. This is now the fifth night they have had this fight since getting married last summer and he was growing tired of it. He began to wonder why she always left after a night like they had last night, and more importantly where she went. Chase rubbed soap all over his canine body and murred as he felt his sheath stir to the touch. His paws slowly wrapped around his growing shaft as he coaxed it out of its furry hold and into the open air.

"It's been too long," he said as he began to caress his engorged cock and lightly tug at his length. It wasn't long until his pre-cum began to mix in with the water and he was humping aimlessly into his gripping paw. It seems like mornings like this were the only ones he had anymore to himself and he wasn't planning on wasting it. Chase could feel his knot beginning to swell as his humped faster into his paw, letting his pre-cum lube his cock. He began to moan out as he felt his heavy orbs bouncing against his wrist, ready for release. His tail began to wag as he felt his orgasm nearing closer and closer. He was trying to hold on for as long as he could, beginning to slow his humping even though his instincts were telling him to knot whatever he was fucking. His hips began to move faster again as he felt his orgasm taking hold. He was on the edge as he howled out loud and began to shoot hard, sticky globs of his canine seed against his paw, chest, and part of the shower wall. The steam in the air mixed with his potent cum making the bathroom reek of sex and male musk. His howling stopped as his orgasm subsided and he took notice of the mess he made.

Chase chuckled as he observed the size of his load and began to understand the irony of it.

"Well Sherry, looks like your potential children are circling down the drain as we speak." He felt cruel as he heard it leave his mouth but still had to laugh at the coincidence. He reached for the shampoo and began to clean out his cum stained fur once more. As soon as he got out of the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist and began to dry off, feeling his cock retreating back into his sheath. Chase walked into his bedroom and say Sherry sitting on the bed, tears in her eyes.

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Oh no. What if she heard me he thought as his mind raced him back to his early post-orgasmic comment. He began to think on an apology and was about to speak, however his wife cut him off.

"Hun, I'm so sorry," she started as she wiped a tear from the pit of her eye. He was shocked as he heard her apologize to him and sat down on the bed next to her. "I-I've just wanted a baby so badly, I never took into account on whether or not you even wanted a child." With this she began to sob again into his shoulder and he began to comfort her. At first, he didn't know what to say. Its true he had never really seen himself as the paternal type, but with him being a husky and Sherry a German Shepherd, he'd always thought their pup would be the epitome of adorable. Chase wrapped his arm around his sobbing wife in an attempt to solace her.

"Hun, I want a baby one day. It's just..." He had to think really hard as to why they couldn't have a baby at this point in time. Many reasons ran though his head, however one stuck out which seemed to be the most probably excuse. "I think we need more practice with parenting just so we know it's what we really want." Chase could see a small smile forming on Sherry's muzzle as he kissed her forehead. He interpreted it as she had understood and accepted his reasoning.

"Well what can we do to practice?"

Chase had never really given the idea much thought. How does one practice for parenthood? "I bet there's a class we could take," he said as he kissed her forehead again for reassurance. "And maybe sometime we could watch your sister's kids for her." He knew Sherry would like this idea seeing as her sister having children was the catalyst for her own maternal desires.

"Ok babe," was all Sherry said as she got up off the bed and made her way into the bathroom. Chase saw her close the door and through on a pair of boxers and jeans before making his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 11 a.m.

"Eh, a little vodka will help take away the headache," he joked as he opened the fridge and poured the contents into a small glass. It was a good thing he didn't have work today cause he needed a day to make it up to Sherry. As the vodka made its way into his system he began to feel strange. Thoughts began running though his head as he took another gulp and sat down at the kitchen table. His eyes grew weary as he swallowed the last drop of liquid and laid he head on the table. Must be a worse headache than I thought he pondered as he felt his mind beginning to drift to sleep. He attempted to remain awake, however the fatigue was starting to take hold as he closed his eyes and blacked out.

The sound of birds chirping stirred Chase from his slumber as he rolled over and felt something soft touching his nose. Eyes still closed, he stretched and yawned loudly. He rubbed his eyes lightly before sitting up in his bed. Looking around the room he noticed that nothing looked familiar. The walls were painted a bright blue while he distinctly remembered the walls of his and Sherry's room to be a dark red. Chase began to panic as he searched around the room more seeing an assortment of toys on the floor along with a rocking chair, and some sort of table in the corner. What the fuck, he thought as he looked at his bed. What used to be a king size bed, he was now laying in a bed for a cub which was covered in some sort of childish character icon sheets.

"SHERRY!" He cried out as he began to get out of the bed. He stepped on he ground and realized he didn't actually feel his paw pads touching the surface. Chase looked down and saw bright blue footie pajama bottoms covering his foot paws up to his neck. He began to panic once again as he observed he was wearing a cubs onesie. It took him a few minutes to realize he had actually shrunk to about the size of an eight-year-old cub over night. Now his breathing became shallower and he cried out for his wife once again.

Chase began to try to unzip the pajamas but could only get the zipper down to his mid back since it was located in the back and his arms had grown much shorter. Becoming disturbed and alarmed by what he had discovered as he tried to tear off the onesie in confusion. He had it down around his hips when he observed something even more upsetting. Underneath his pajamas, he was wearing what looked like training pants for a cub learning to use the potty. He sat down on the floor defeated and felt the pull-up rubbing against his groin and rear. WHY AM I WEARING A FUCKING DIAPER? His mind screamed as he noticed it felt cold and wet. All at once the fact that he had wet his protective underwear in the night was too much for him. He began to wail and cry, as he lay on the ground helpless and confused.

Sherry walked into the screaming cub on the floor and quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug.

"It's ok little one, mommy is here," she said as she held him tightly, his diaper against her dress.

"M-mommy?" Was all Chase could say as he felt his wet diaper rubbing against him. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!!" He yelled as he pushed her away. He tried to run away from her but he held his paw firmly.

"Now young man that is no way to talk to your mother"

"You're not my mother, you're my fucking wife! And I'm in a god damn diaper."

Sherry smiled at this and admired how her husband looked in his cute little training pants, which were sagging low due to him wetting himself.

"Someone needs a diaper change," she said as she giggled lightly and led him to the table in the corner of the room.

"I don't need anything from you. Just undo whatever the fuck you did," He screamed as she strapped his wrists into the table. He tried to pull at the restraints but it was no use, his arms were useless.

"You're the one who said we need more practice hun. Just doing what you told me." Sherry lowered his legs and strapped them in as well. He was now hers to control and Chase knew it. He whimpered slightly as her paw groped his diapered front and she felt his soaked undergarment. She noticed his little tail wagging and smiled." "I think someone is enjoying this more than they want to admit"

"Fuck you." Chase said as he felt her undoing the tapes of his diaper. Sherry lifted his legs and he noticed the lower restraints stretched so she could slide the diaper out from under him. He sighed as he felt the wet undergarment being taken off his body. He relaxed a bit before his nose picked up the scent of baby powder and wet wipes.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he saw her pull out another diaper "You had your practice."

"Well I can't have you running around in big boy underwear, and you're going to get younger until I feel like making you a big boy again." She took out the new diaper and slid it under his butt. Chase could feel the padding cradling his crotch as she thread his tail thought the hole and re-taped it. As she did this he could feel his mind growing slightly younger.