Puppy Love
SO. I was having a hard time coming up with an idea for usual caption content. This is NOT my usual content. There is pet play in this. I have no experience at all in pet play. I chose it because pet play and ABDL feel thematically similar. Is it good? It’s probably basic but I wanted to test my limits as a writer.
As you waddle from your nursery, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you hear Mommy and Daddy talking to…someone.
They didn’t tell you about any company, right?
The closer you get, the better you can make out what they’re saying. Though it only adds to your confusion.
“Isn’t she adorable, babe? I told you you’d love her!”
“You were right; I could just eat her up!”
“Awww, then it’s decided. We’ll tell her as soon as we wake her up from her nap. I’m sure she’ll understand! This is so exciting!”
What are they talking about? Understand what?
“I’m sure she’ll adjust. Eventually. Poor thing, everything is about to change for her. One last nap as our babygirl.”
Your heart sinks…they’re replacing you?
“What are you doing out of bed?”
Daddy’s sudden appearance shocks you; pee floods your already full diaper.
“Wh-who here, D-daddy?”
“You’ll see, honey. Mommy and I need to have a chat with you,” Daddy says as he picks you up.
Daddy carries you to the living room. To your surprise, another diapered girl is sitting on your playmat.
But that’s not all.
“D-daddy? A-are we g-getting a p-puppy?” you ask, seeing a large kennel, collars and leashes, bowls, and toys next to the new girl.
“Something like that, kiddo,” he says, placing you next to the stranger.
“Say hello to our new babygirl, Chloe!” Mommy says proudly.
“H-hi, Chloe,” you obey.
“Chloe is going to move into your nursery. You will treat her with the utmost respect. Got it?”
“B-but Momm! Where am…wh-what ab-bout me?” you squeal, “I don’t wanna go!”
Daddy laughs. “You’re not going anywhere, honey!”
You look at Mommy and Daddy, thoroughly bewildered.
“We’ve thought a lot about this, and we made our decision. Chloe will be our new baby. We will be her Mommy and Daddy. You have a new role in our family.”
“N-new role?”
“Yes, sweetie. One we think you’re far better suited for,” Mommy responds unhelpfully.
Your eyes follow Daddy as he grabs a collar and leash.
“B-b-but I-I’m y-your Babygirl!” you whimper.
“You were. Chloe is replacing you. This is the last time any of us will address you as the human you were. From now on, you’ll be treated like the puppy you are.”
Suddenly, the puppy collar in Daddy’s hand made sense…it was for you.
“I…I…not a puppy! Am baby!”
“Not anymore,” Daddy says, kneeling behind you, “It’s time we get you dressed for your new role, puppy. Lean forward.”
You obey without argument. No matter how unfair this may be, you’d never disobey Daddy.
A collar is gently wrapped around your neck. Daddy carefully locks it into place, ensuring it’s not tight around your neck.
“I know this is sudden, puppy,” Mommy says, “But this is what’s best for you.”
“Y-yes, Mommy.”
“Good girl,” Mommy says, rubbing your head, “There is going to be some new rules, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Okay, I want you to understand: you are not our babygirl anymore. You are our dog, our puppy. You do not have any human privileges. We are not your Mommy and Daddy—we are your owners.”
“Y-yes, Mo..umm, ma’am.”
She laughs. “That brings us to my next rule, puppy. Absolutely no talking. EVER. Puppies don’t use words, do they? Bark if you understand, puppy.”
This is unfair! You’re a woman…not a dog!
Daddy tugs at your leash, not hard enough to hurt but enough to catch your attention.
“She said bark, puppy,” Daddy yelled.
“W-woof!” you bark, horrified they expect you to bark from now on.
“Hehehehe,” Chloe giggles wildly.
“Awww, looks like Chloe loves her new pet!”
“I think so, babe!”
“You know what, before we finish with the rules, I think the puppy needs a name! What do you think, Chloe? Do you wanna choose a name for your puppy?”
Chloe bounces up and down excitedly, “Mhm pwease Dada!”
“Okay, Babygirl, what do you think?”
“Ummmm,” Chloe ponders, “Spwinkles!!”
There is no way your new name is going to be…Sprinkles!
“I think that’s perfect, little one!” Daddy coos, “Sprinkles it is!”
“Okay, Sprinkles,” Mommy says sternly, “Let’s get this onesie off you. Puppies have no need for human clothes. From now on, you’re only thing you will ever wear is your collar and diaper. I know you can’t control your potty.”
Daddy takes your onesie off you, leaving you naked except for your collar and diaper.
“And silly Sprinkles, puppies don’t walk on two legs, do they? Down on the ground, Sprinkles.”
You obey.
“Good Sprinkles! You will not walk on two legs again. Dogs walk on all fours. And you’re a doggy, Sprinkles.”
Mommy pauses.
“Let's see. No talking, no walking, no clothes. Oh yes, see these bowls, Sprinkles? They are the only place you’re allowed to eat. No more utensils, no more cups. You will eat when we feed you.”
“Don’t forget, babe!” Daddy says, “Puppies have paws, not hands!”
“You’re right! Sprinkles needs her paws!”
Daddy walks over and puts on your mitts that look like paws. You ball your fists to fit in them.
“Thumbs are for humans, Sprinkles,” Daddy laughs.
“You’re gonna love your new life, Sprinkles! You’re so much cuter as our pet! Don’t you feel safe in your collar? Doesn’t it feel better not having to worry about anything but ‘sit,’ ‘stay,’ and ‘lay down’?”
You don’t want to be a pet! You’re a human!
Chloe grunts dramatically.
“Uh oh, is baby Chloe going poopoo? Get all your ickies out, baby! Mommy and Daddy will change you in your nursery when you finish!”
“Speaking of, why don’t you get used to your new home, Sprinkles! You have this nice crate alllll to yourself! Why don’t we start your crate training now so we don’t have to worry about you chewing the furniture while we change Chloe?”
You feel a pull at your collar. Daddy is pulling you to your crate. Chloe smiles at you as you crawl behind Daddy.
“Bye bye Spwinkles!” Chloe giggles.
“Go on in. Good girl, you get comfy. There are plenty of pillows and blankets and chew toys for you, Sprinkles!”
You crawl in and hear Daddy close it, knowing you have no chance at opening it with your new paws.
“You be good, Sprinkles,” Mommy says as she carries Chloe to your former nursery.
All you can do is look around your crate. This is your life now. Now more humanity, just a pet.
A diapered pet.
Your diaper sags low, the last remnant of your old life.
One of the squeaky toys squeals as you step on it. You eye it, horrified you’ll be expected to play with it.
You miss your binky.
There isn’t any other choice. You pick up the toy with your mouth—knowing it’s as close to your paci as you’ll get.
It squeaks as you chew it.
Welcome to your new life, Sprinkles.
