Training a Babygirl Pet - Part 5 (Patreon)

As usual, her Master was right. He leaned down, smiling at her, and unsnapped the buttons on her onesie, opening it up to put her diaper fully on display. Not too long ago Gracie would have felt beyond embarrassed to glance down her own body and see that she was wearing a huge bulky diaper like a child rather than the sexy thong’s she usually preferred; but now, her diapers were just the norm. It had been so long since she’d worn anything besides a big bulky diaper, that wearing big girl panties again would have felt very strange. Master didn’t let her walk that much anymore, much preferring that his little kitty only ever crawl on her hands and knees, but when she did get to walk she had gotten very used to the way her large diapers pushed her legs apart enough to cause a waddle in her step. Trying to walk again in big girl panties, without that waddle, would have felt unnatural to her at this point. Even more than she realized, poor little Gracie had become extremely attached to the crinkly garments constantly wrapped around her waist. Then again, even if she did try to wear big girl panties now, she would never have been able to keep them clean for long. They would inevitably have ended up soggy, messy, or both within an hour. Even if she had been able to escape from this place, she would need some serious therapy or training to regain her potty control.

Master chuckled at her as she lay relaxed on her back, contentedly sucking on her paci as he rubbed his hand over her naked tummy and tickled the exposed parts of her legs a little, making the girl giggle into her paci.

“See baby? What’d I say?” He said, smirking as he shook his head, reaching down to feel Gracie’s diaper. Even though she’d only been changed into it less than 20 minutes ago, the padding wrapped around her crotch was very heavily soaked; the padding warm against Master’s hand and sloshing wetly as he pressed his hand more firmly against it. “You really are just Master’s little diapie soaker, aren’t you kitty?”

His words, as usual, made Gracie blush intensely, but like always Gracie knew that he was right. At some point Master had even gone so far as to take down her potty training chart. He’d told her that she “didn’t need it anymore” because there was no point. Her accidents were now happening multiple times a day and she no longer even realized it when they were happening.

“Alright then kitten, you just suck your paci and lay still. Master’s going to get you changed.”

Gracie leaned back against her kitty pillow and closed her eyes, relaxing as she felt Master unstrapping her diaper. It was her second diaper change of the day and she’d only woken up from bedtime not too long ago.

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After reminding her that her new owner would be coming for her soon, Little Gracie found herself growing nostalgic for her Master and her nursery. Master told her that that happened to all babies who came here, but that this place was always meant to be only temporary.

A few days after her ‘birthday’ Master told her that her owner was on her way. He told her that when the woman arrived that she was to only call her Mommy and nothing else. As embarrassed as she was by the name, Gracie wasn’t all that surprised by things like that anymore. She had felt the strong desire to call her Master Daddy for months and she even had accidentally on several occasions. (Though he never responded much besides giving her a small smile.)

Master told her that he wanted her to look her very best for her Mommy when she first arrived, so her dressed her back in the basics to show her how far she’d come, smiling as he pulled out the same exact outfit she’d worn on her very first day here. If you could call it an outfit that is.

Master dressed her, or undressed her rather, into her outfit. He changed her soggy diaper into the same type with cute bear designs on it, he removed all her clothes except for her cute hat and her pink socks, and he put her back into some of her restraints as well as tying her leash back on her neck, holding the other end of it tightly.

He gave her a pat on the head, “It’s been fun little girl. I gotta admit, I had a hell of a time breaking you.”

Her Master’s words more or less went in one ear and out the other as she knelt down obediently in front of him. Just like the obedient diapered kitty she’d been turned into, she was smiling as she rubbed herself against his legs while he held her leash, making an almost purring like sound.

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