Birthday Boy

Chapter 3
Chapter 2: Bath Time!

I'm not going to lie, it felt funny laying against my father, sucking a pacifier, yielding to my submissive nature, when in truth I had fought against it for pretty much my entire life. Well, since I hit puberty anyway and the personality trait differences between my self and my siblings became clear, I looked to my siblings for examples to follow for how I should behave, but, often times it just wasn't in my nature. I don't want there to be any question, there was never a time, not even once, that I questioned my father's love. Never. Even when I'd broken something, or gotten in trouble, I would know he was angry with me but he never let me think he didn't love me. Love was a granted, my father's pride?... Well. That was a different matter entirely. I just didn't see any reason why he would be proud of a runty little omega. And yet he just sat there, holding me, brushing through my gray and salt and pepper hair, smiling at me like I was his prize. His treasure. It was kind of doing things to my head and making me feel wiggly and giddy.

I was use to feeling small, it didn't take much to make me feel small, but this made me feel... I don't know. Little. Like a child, not in a condescending or belittling way, but in a loving, protective way. It made my tail wave. Oh. I knew what was waiting for me would be, uhm, what's a good term. Mortifying? But those gentle eyes didn't want to hurt me, or bully me, or punish me. They just wanted me. As I said, I'd spent my whole life fighting against my submissive nature, and here I was being actively encouraged to embrace it.

I leaned my nose in and snuffled softly into the bit of his chest exposed under his button up flannel shirt and whined softly. Scent is important to canines of all shapes. It's important to most non humans but it's very complex for canines especially. Perfume and cologne are more human things, too strong, too harsh, it can entirely override your natural scent, those with fur tended to use things like spices, powders, dry herbs, I mean, if you're human, imagine pouring perfume into your hair, not really something you'd do is it? My father's scent always made me think of a cabin we use to go camping at when I was small, cedar, pine resin, wood smoke, earth. It had been a long time since I'd gone camping. I found my self hoping daddy would take me again when I was old enough. I blushed under my fur. If I was going to get to be old enough.

This might seem odd to human folk, but scenting is very important in family groups and packs. Scenting your family or pack members isn't just seeing what they've been up to. Trust me. A deep breath of a sibling's fur tells you more info than you really want to know about anyone ever. But it's also a way of saying “you're important to me, and I want to be be able to find you if I loose you.” So basically think of it more like a kiss.

As I breathed in my father's scent, I felt his breath over one of my ears, my fur bristling a little as he nipped my ear tip between his teeth and tugged slowly. I couldn't contain the soft submissive moan that crept out past my pacifier, I shivered as my father's muzzle leaned down, my head tilted back, unable to resist, feeling my father's cold nose along my exposed throat, and soft nips, playful really. This was really starting to make a mess of me.

But rather than continue he gave my ear one last tug, and whispered “Bath time, kiddo.”

I felt my ears drop flat and frowned, I hated baths. Okay no laughing, I take plenty of showers, I'm a very clean person mostly. But being submerged in water when you're covered in fur is a pain.

“Do I gooootta?” I said every bit as childishly as is appropriate, well, with a rubber nipple in my mouth it was more like “guh ah gah ah”

Daddy chuckled and said “Yes. You smell like a grown up, don't worry, we'll get all that dirty big kid smell washed right down the drain”

He picked me up with relative ease and carried me off and up the stairs towards the bathroom. I'd protested some along the way because I didn't want him to hurt his back. He largely ignored me until he'd deposited me on top of the toilet lid and turned the knobs to start the water flowing.

I watched Daddy starting to fill the the tub and rubbed my index fingers together. Second guessing things again... It was easier, some how, to feel more independent when daddy wasn't holding me. I would be lying to my self if I said I didn't ant to... just get away from all of this adulthood stuff. But... Was I really going to let Dad do this to me? Even now I could resist, refuse. But I didn't really want to. I wanted Dad.. Daddy, to look at me with that gentle gaze and make me feel safe and accepted and loved. And to just let go, surrender to my true self.

My thoughts were interrupted by having my shaggy hair ruffled before my shirt was peeled off of me, yanking my arms up in the air. “HEY!” I protested, mostly out of surprise, then yelped as my feet were pulled up and my sneakers yanked off, one, then the other, and finally my jeans and briefs. I covered my lap frantically and felt my cheeks burning under my fur. Let's just say that my treatment so far tonight had left me in a state I didn't specifically want my daddy seeing me in.

He looked me over and chuckled, not a mocking laugh just, accepting the humor of the situation and reached down, scratching the sides of my neck and along my throat, making me suck hard on my pacifier to keep quiet. “It's okay kiddo, you can't help it. In a few days you probably won't even get those anymore.” he promised. Making me blush even hotter...

I found my self being lifted again... I did HAVE legs. Oh alright yes I was enjoying being carried around like a sack of potatoes. I didn't get dumped in the tub, just lowered in. I squirmed irritably, partly cause I didn't want the bath, partly because it actually felt nicer than I was expecting. The water wasn't very deep. I huffed, at least it could have been a bit deeper maybe enough to partially hide my privates. I mumbled around my pacifier “uhkay... ffffahn. Wuhht gnao”

Dad grinned and with a flourish pulled out a tube shaped bottle “Now daddy's going to give his bratty puppy a good scrubbing from head...” he ruffled my hair and pointed ears, “To toe!” he tickled my soles.. “With Johnson's Patent Pending “no more years” babifying shampoo!... Extra strength for even the most stubborn pups!” He grinned cheekily at his own joke.

I spat out my pacifier in surprise “WHAT?! RIGHT NOW!? I.. I thought this was like... My deadline, not like my literal last day of.. Now?! It's my birthday!”

He nodded sagely, as if utterly unconcerned by my outburst “Of course, can you think of a better time to turn someone back into a little kid? Besides, no time like the present, it's not as if you're getting any older.”

“The expression is”Not as if I'm getting any younger, Dad.” I huffed. I was a little frustrated he was being a goof ball instead of treating it like some somber event. ~Here lies Koda's adulthood, may it rest in peace.~ Okay that would be a bit dark just... I didn't expect it to be treated like I was a puppy that rolled in the mud and didn't want a bath.

“Not in your case, you definitely ARE getting younger. See, says right here.” he held up the the bottle and squinted for dramatic effect. “Johnson's No More Years babifying shampoo. Turns bratty over grown daddy's boys into bratty “appropriately sized” daddy's boys.”

I felt my cheeks burn. I'd been called a daddy's boy plenty of times. Mostly by Adal when we were younger. I'd hated it then. But I'd never heard daddy call me that. And definitely not say it with fondness like it was a good thing. I felt my tail wag beneath the water even as I still protested, unable to resist a little trimmer of laughter in my voice as he made such a big show of it. “It doesn't say that!”

Dad smirked. “It does! Just little pups your age can't read so you can't tell.”

“Daaaaaad!” I protested, cheeks feeling like they were on fire at this point but Dad was making it really hard to treat this with the seriousness I felt it deserved.. “And no way is it called “no more years” shampoo.”

The man grinned over me and turned the bottle to face me. “It is tonight.”

The bottle was clearly not an off the shelf, marketed, labeled, branded product, but rather a compound from the local pharmacy that had the words “No More Years Baby Shampoo” written on it in magic marker with a stick figure wolf drawn roughly on it with googly eyes that rattled up and down and in different directions as he shook it. This was too much. I clapped my paws over my face and began laughing uncontrollably. I'd completely forgotten about my “little problem” down south from daddy's teasing.

While I tried to regain my composer daddy put on some gloves, not just normal gloves up to the wrist, these went almost up to the shoulder. The thing that finally snapped me out of it was a warm torrent of water being poured over my head from a big gulp cup over my head, causing me to instinctively shake off. I realized my error too late as Dad wiped water from his face, smirking fondly down at me and pouring some of the “shampoo” into his gloved paws.

He started to reach for me. And my self preservation kicked in one last time. “Dad... For real. Are you sure about this?”

Rather than stop to debate it he began massaging the soap into my hair... It smelled... actually rather a lot like baby shampoo to be honest. “Why shouldn't I be sure?”

I kinda shrugged. Then conceded my concerns. “You've raised four pups now. And you're not as young as you use to be. Raising me again just because I kinda was a screw up the first time is going to be a lot of misery for you. And you'll be in your 60s by the time I'm ready for college. You deserve... to do things for you.”

He continued massaging down my scalp, and over my ears “Careful now kiddo, don't want to get any in your ears or we'll wash your brain out.”

I stiffened “Wait, really?”

He laughed softly “No. Not really.”

As I sat there in the water, feeling him work this... stuff, what ever it actually was, into my fur, I couldn't help but press on. “Dad I just... don't want to be a burden anymore.”

His hand paused for a moment. Only a moment. And then resumed. “First off kiddo. I want you to really think about what I'm doing to you. And then consider if me being “not as young as I once was” really matters all that much..”

I sat quietly for a moment, then nodded. “Uh... yeah, I see your point.”

His paws slowly worked down my shoulders... the foam kinda crackled in my ears, and my skin started to feel tingly, I had spared a thought this was all some practical joke but that was seeming less and less likely.

“Second off. You're not a burden, you're my son, and being honest I'm rather looking forward to you being my baby again, you'd probably be here even if you had met my unlikely goals for you. You are my baby. You always have been, and I love that about you...I'd have probably done this sooner but it was only fair I gave you a chance, you know?”

I felt my self slowly relaxing, as his hands lathered my fur over my chest and belly, the tingling was getting pretty intense honestly. “You... You want me to be a little kid?”

“I do. And also. I don't really remember saying anything about raising you and sending you to college. I don't think you need a second adulthood” he lifted my legs and began lathering them, the bottle was mostly empty now..

I squirmed at this pronouncement “Wait I'm gong to be a baby forever?” The thought of that made me a little bit nervous... also a little bit excited.... My head was starting to spin a little, like.. severe vertigo, not from the fact that I'd be a puppy forever...

He grinned and deposited some bath suds on my nose, making me sneeze “Maybe not a baby... I might let you be nine or ten. Some day. If you're a good pup.”...

I felt my world spin. Well, at this new reality that my I'd never be an adult again, but mostly at the ever intensifying effect of the medicine that was being worked into my body... I felt distantly daddy's paws rubbing the last of the soap into my tail, and privates, clinical, brief, the way that a parent would bath their child, nothing more..

I felt daddy holding my paw, it was a little scary....

I think I passed out for a few minutes, or maybe just zoned out, I spluttered a little as I felt a torrent of warm water rush all over my naked body. Like someone had just dumped a bucket over my head.... This was repeated a second time, things kinda clicked back into place with the third bucket full. The water was drained, I was still sitting on my backside in the empty tub. It took a moment to realize that's what it was.


I didn't just feel like my point of view was closer to the floor, it was like everything had been inflated to about three times the size, the ceiling rose above me like the ceiling of a cathedral. My teeth felt smaller, and duller, against my fingers, and my fingers felt small and somewhat nubby in my mouth. It was about now I realized I was sucking my fingers and pulled my hand out of my mouth with a whine.

Daddy leaned over the tub... or rather, a giant man who looked like daddy. I have felt small before compared to larger wolves, many of whom stand..stood, head and shoulders taller than me, but the man standing over me felt like an office building with legs. “There's my little guy...you were kinda out of it there for a little bit.... feeling a bit better now?”

I opened my mouth and... and... Have you ever been drunk? Drunk to the point that you should have stopped drinking a while ago, and you know what you want to say, but you just can't get the words to line up inside your head? That's kinda where I am at the moment except without the feeling I'm about to be sick, or, intoxicated feeling.... I know what's going on, I know who I am, I feel like I'm thinking clearly, I guess anyway.

Finally I managed to spit out a few words.. “I kay...” I blush at the sound of my own voice, high, childish... Is this what I'm going to have to talk like from now on? I take a deep breath, and I try again. “I 'kay Dada”... that came more smoothly. Maybe it's just temporary. That makes me a little less worried.

“Good boy. Daddy's gonna rinse you down, can you stand up for daddy?”

He picked up the uh.... The thing. You know that thing on the uh.. The stringy thing that comes out of the wall... Water comes out of it like a uhh... shower? SHOWER HEAD! That's what it is! I didn't even need help remembering. I feel my self grin in triumph at not needing help to remember...

“Uh huh Dada!” I bent over and pushed my stubby little paws against the floor of the tub and put my feet down, and push, my body feels relay flexible, and light, I had never noticed how much effort actually went into simply standing up, until the need for that effort had been suddenly removed, I wagged my tail and looked around. “Dada! Ewyfin go bih!” I looked around with wonder at how large everything seemed... Then played back what I'd just said. I knew what I'd meant to say. Just, parts of it got run together or clipped.

Daddy didn't seem concerned. And I felt like if daddy wasn't concerned it meant I didn't need to be. “No kiddo, you just got small.” I grinned and nodded my agreement, yeah that's what I meant. Then daddy turned the shiny things on the wall, and water came out of the...shower head, right, he turned it at me and I couldn't help but squeal and squirm, giggling as the water washed over me. “Come on little guy, try to stay still” daddy encouraged but I just couldn't, I felt like I had so much energy I could just pop. And then I did.

I felt my ears droop shyly and looked down. “Sowwy Dada..” I felt so embarrassed as I contributed my own little torrent onto the floor of the tub. I noticed just how small my privates were compared to when I was an adult. I mean I was never exactly big, you know, but still.

Daddy chuckled and ruffled my ears “It's okay little guy” He just let the accident happen without concern and resumed washing me clean. At least I wasn't in trouble, not being in trouble made it a bit harder to feel bad about it.

Once the shower was turned off daddy sat on the edge of the tub and sat a towel in his lap, then his shovel sized paws wrapped around my ribs and lifted me like I weighed nothing, I giggled, giddily at the feeling of being lifted so casually, then deposited into the man's lap. He wrapped the towel around me and began ruffling me dry, it tickled a lot and I couldn't help squirming and giggling in his paws, then came the brush. This was the thing I really hated about baths because they made my fur all tangled, but as daddy started brushing me my shorter, much softer coat didn't seem to get tangled at all. It felt really nice having my daddy brush my fur all nice and smooth, and then I was in daddy's arms again, nestled in against him, his big paw cupping my bottom like a swing seat. “Lets get my little guy all nice and dressed, then it'll be time for his birthday dinner! Does that sound nice?”

I nodded eagerly, I was, after all, more than a little hungry, daddy didn't carry me into my room, instead he carried me into his room and laid me down on my back. The first thing he did was take out a bottle of lavender scented baby powder. I frowned a little and pouted. You remember what I said about strong perfumes. Rubbing something that heavily scented into my fur would basically erase any trace of my lingering adult scent. I'd just smell like a baby. But I could see that was kinda the point, too. Daddy dusted the powder onto my chest and tummy, between my legs, and down my thighs, and began rubbing it into my soft puppy coat with his huge paws. It did feel nice, and the scent was calming, it brought back memories of when Alu was little. Or maybe from when I was. His paws rubbed over my chest, my tummy, my privates, arms, legs, then over my back.

Daddy stepped away once I was all powdered, I heard something rustling and I saw him lay a bag on the bed. I was instantly curious what it was like little puppies will be, and rolled onto all fours and scooted over to peek. My eyes got big as daddy pulled out a package, vacuum packed, of what I instantly recognized as diapers!

“Nu diapuh! I big kid!” I protested huffily! I had to be at least three years old, no way was I getting put back in diapers like a dumb little baby!... Well, that's how I was pretending to feel anyway. I think I just wanted to be a little bratty so I could be fussy when daddy just ignored me.

Daddy how ever in response calmly picked up a pacifier, not the big one I had been given when I was bigger, not from the bag either, but from his night stand, I wasn't aware of it obviously but he'd already sterilized it, it was identical to the one I'd had earlier, shiny red bone shaped shield, blue ring, nipple, it had my instant attention and my eyes locked onto it, tracking it back and forth in daddy's paw.

“So you're my big boy huh?” I nodded. “Uh huh dada!” I responded, He continued “And what do I have here?” daddy asked, with a playful tone in his voice. “Paci.” I answered, tail wagging. Daddy had another question. “Do you want paci, honey?” I nodded eagerly and opened my mouth. Daddy slid the pacifier into place and I began nursing at it happily. “Can you lay back down for daddy so he can get you in your diaper little guy?” I nodded eagerly, laying back down on my back while daddy took my first diaper out of the freshly opened package and opened it, lifting me off the bed a little and sliding it under me, then taped me into it snugly, it felt bulky between my legs, Then daddy pulled a shirt onto me over my head, it read “Daddy's birthday boy” with a little birthday cake...

“There we go. I think that's enough clothing for tonight.” I nodded, grinning around my paci. Daddy looked thoughtful though. “I thought you were a big kid who didn't want to wear diapers though.” I shook my head and frowned. “so you do like your diapers?” I squirmed a little, and nodded shyly “Just like you like paci?” I nodded a bit more eagerly to that. “So does that make you a big boy? Or a baby.” I grinned “baby!” daddy grinned too, then pulled up my shirt and blew a big wet raspberry on my tummy, I squealed and giggled!

“Now. Who's ready for dinner?” I wagged my tail eagerly, making my diaper rustle and crinkle with the effort “ME!”

And with that, daddy scooped me up into his arms and gave me a biiig warm hug, my little arms grabbed around his neck and hugged back just as tight as I could, as he carried me off back towards the stairs.