Just a bratty girl...

(Part one)

When the doorbell rings, John leaves Cherry in the living room to go answer it. She’s still reading and doesn’t look up from her book when he leaves the room. She’s wriggling a little and he wonders if she’s rubbing her pussy on the inside of her diapers.

He finds Elizabeth and her boy, Dominic, on his front step. He gives Lizzy a hug and nods at Dom. He’s met Dom on several occasions, including when Dom and Lizzy first started seeing each other and Dom had barely started exploring his puppy side; he was a quiet, well-spoken young man. Later on, Lizzy started calling him in for help with training sessions. “He’s too embarrassed to act like a puppy in front of anyone,” she said over the phone. “I need your help, darling.”

An intense weekend of puppy play later, and Dom no longer hesitated when given a command; it helped that he knew any hesitation would result in a severely spanked ass.

They step inside. The moment they do, Dom takes off his coat and reveals what he’s wearing underneath—nothing but a collar and a tail plug. He drops to all fours and Lizzy looks at him with thoughtful consideration, then pulls a pacifier out of her pocket and pops it into his mouth.

John raises an eyebrow. “That’s new,” he says.

Lizzy grins wickedly. “You seemed to be having so much fun with your babygirl that I had to try,” she said. “It didn’t take much. Dommy is just a very little puppy after all.”

Dom yips, a blush staining his cheeks. It’s a look John is very familiar with; he saw it a lot during the weekend he spent with Lizzy.

He ruffles Dom’s hair. “Good boy,” he says. “Come on, I’ve got a little one who’s dying to meet you.”

*

Cherry sits up the second her Daddy and his friends walk into the room. She recognises Elizabeth—Daddy’s the only one who calls her Lizzy—from a few casual events and get-togethers. She’s squirms a little, feeling suddenly shy in her diaper. She used to wear tight jeans and sleek blazers and high heels like Elizabeth has on now. But instead of looking like a well put-together woman, she’s in a short little tutu, a thick diaper, and a too-small t-shirt that reads “DADDY’S GIRL” right over her boobies.

“Hi sweetie-pie,” Elizabeth says. She bends down to kiss Cherry’s forehead, then tweaks one of her nipples through her t-shirt. “What a pretty girl you are today.” She squeezes the front of Cherry’s diaper. “You don’t even need a change, do you?” she coos. “What a good girl.”

Behind her, still standing in the doorway, Daddy snorts. “Give it time,” he says. “She’ll soak herself soon enough.”

Not able to make eye contact with Elizabeth, Cherry looks for the puppy. She can play with the puppy while Daddy talks about grown-up things with his friend and—

Oh.

That’s not a puppy.

The boy crawling into the room is muscular and tall and so much bigger than Cherry. He has a tail that is intriguingly fluffy; in any other circumstances, Cherry would be itching to bury her fingers in it, but right now, she’s too wary to make a single move.

“Don’t be scared, sweetie,” Elizabeth says. “Dom just loves littles, don’t you, Dommy?”

“Yeth,” the man says, mumbling around the pacifier in his mouth. Cherry startles at his voice. Its high-pitched lisp is a startling contrast to his muscular physique. He looks at Cherry with big, hungry eyes. “I wuv wittles.”

Cherry scoots backwards until her back hits the couch. She looks up at Daddy, shaking her head, and he clicks his tongue at her. “What did I say about being polite, little girl?”

She holds out her arms to him and he sighs, but walks into the room, sits on the couch, and pulls her onto his lap. Her legs dangle down on either side of his and she buries her face in his neck. He tightens his arm around her middle. “Talking,” he says to Elizabeth, the hint of a question in his voice. “That’s new. That wasn’t allowed before.”

Elizabeth’s voice moves closer as she walks closer and sits on the couch near Daddy. “I allowed it when he became more little,” she says. “If he can suck on a pacifier, maybe he should be allowed a few words. And isn’t his little baby voice adorable?”

Cherry sneaks a peek as Elizabeth kisses the top of the boy’s head. The puppy’s head? She isn’t sure. She’s never seen a puppy with a dummy before.

The puppy-boy—Dom—nuzzles at Cherry’s thigh. He meets her gaze and blinks at her slowly. “Fwiends?” he says.

Cherry didn’t know what to make of the baby talk. She’d never used it. Her voice sometimes got a bit higher pitched and more whiney; other times, her vocabulary would slip and she’d use words that would make her sound much younger; on rare occasions, she went completely non-verbal.

But this was entirely new.

She reached out to tentatively pat the puppy-boy’s head, remembering Daddy’s order to be polite. “Friends,” she says.

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