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To say I was terrified was an understatement.

First, I was taken from my bedroom by a black whisp, and taken to some sort of dungeon room. Then, the girl who tormented me for years was killed, along with her disgusting lackey. I felt happy and relieved for a moment, knowing that I could live my life without following Karen's orders. Then Satan dished out his brutal warning. Which scared the living jeebers out of me. I was grateful, though, that he let me stay in my own room.

I was excited to become a werewolf. I was hopeful that it would give me a little more muscle, or height. Only to be disappointed with a pair of ears and tail. They felt awfully weird to have. The ears kept twitching, and I could not control the tail. It felt like an extra weight on my lower back.

As I was trying to adjust, a knock sounded at my door. My heart stuttered in my chest as I crept over to the door. I opened in the slightest bit, peeking out cautiously.

"Y-yes?" I inwardly cursed the stutter.

I didn't get a response, only something forcing my door all the way open. I hurriedly stumbled back, my heart started to rapidly beat with fear. A very large man barged in. He looked around the same height as Satan, and had purple hair with matching eyes. The man stared at me with an intensity that made my bones quake. Without my permission, the ears flattened themselves to my head once again, and my tail tucked itself between my legs. The open portrayal of my feeling made me uneasy.

Satan entered the room after the man, only watching it what looked like amusement.

"I'll take him!" The purple man exclaimed, all of a sudden rushing at me. I squeaked with surprise. His form rushing at me caused something inside of me to click. A burst of energy rushed through my body, tingling all of my nerves. All of a sudden, everything was huge, and I was on four paws. The transformation allowed me to dodge the man's arms, and dart behind Satan. I hoped he would help me.

My fear didn't make the man falter. Instead, he gushed, "Oh my... so cute!" His loud volume made me shrink back even more, my poor heart jumping.

Luckily, Satan spoke up for me, "Shut up. You're scaring him."

I blessed the man. He had a heart after all. Deciding to try my luck, I tried to run under the bed, which would provide more cover. But I didn't make it. Two very large hands wrapped around my small midsection and pulled me from the floor. Instead of handling me roughly as I expected, the purple-haired man cradled me gently in his arms.

"Bye Satan!" The man said happily. I didn't know what was happening as the scene around me blurred and changed. I felt a little sick in the stomach as the world finally regained its form.

I looked around, confused. We were no longer in the room that had been given to me. We were in a different bedroom. It was much more lavish than the previous one. A large king-size bed that had two dark end tables on both sides, fluttering marron curtains over a large window, a large desk with papers spread over it in front of the window, a wardrobe in one corner, and two doors on the sides of the room. On the floor on the left side of the bed, there was a large circular white rug thrown over the polish black marble floors.

The man set me onto the plush bed, grinning as he looked down at me. "Hello, love. Let me introduce myself. My name is Dantalion."

I guess my adrenaline wore out or something, because my body chose that moment to change back. I was sitting on his bed, as bare as the day I was born. The amount of heat that rushed to my face was unsettling. I was sure my face looked as red as fresh cherries.

Dantalion's eyes widened at my sudden transformation. He stared at me for quite a while, making me extremely embarrassed. I curled in on myself, covering what was between my legs. Eventually, my wolf side couldn't take it and made me let out a whimper. That seemed to get Dantalion to snap out of it. He threw a very large blanket over me, which I huddled under.

"My bad, love," he chuckled, "I was shocked at how adorable you are. I think I've decided what you'd be most comfortable with."

I peeked out at him, tilting my head. "C-comfortable?"

He nodded. "Yes... you're more of a baby than a pet."

My brows furrowed at that. I was not a baby. But I went with is, considering the fact that a baby was better than being thought of as a pet. He reached down for me, shocking me from my thoughts.

He lifted me from the bed, me still being swaddled in the blanket. As he walked he spoke to me. "How long have you been in this realm, baby?" He asked.

"O-one day," I stammered out. It honestly felt so much longer than that.

He hummed. "So you still don't have full control over yourself, yes?"

I furrowed my brows. Control over what? Did he mean the wolf thingy?

"Don't worry baby," he soothed, using one hand to brush my hair out of my face. "That's just your body trying to adjust. But, it also works for what I want." I stayed silent, still not understanding what he was talking about.

He stopped walking through the hall, which had window walls. We were in front of a door, which he pushed open. The inside of the room was painted pure white. There was a crib in the center of the far wall, with a large circular rug in front of it and a very large window behind it. The window was covered by thin see-through white curtains. There were shelves on the wall to the left and the wall across the crib, full of stuffed animals and small thin books.

There was an armchair in another corner and a table looking thing along the wall to the right of the door, in the corner.

I was carried over to the table thing and set down on it. I was surprised to find that the surface was soft, not hard.

"I think you'd most enjoy being a baby, love," Dantalion said as he grabbed something from a drawer. When he held it up, I felt as if my embarrassment had surpassed normal limits.

It was a diaper.

My brows furrowed with confusion. "B-but... I'm not a baby."

"Of course you are, silly," Dantalion smiled, and started unwrapping my blanket protection. I let out a high pitched whine. "Relax, I'll be done before you know it!"

I couldn't bear to watch it any longer, to I covered my eyes with my small hands. I felt the soft material being slipped under my bum. When he taped it up, I felt uncomfortable pressure on the base of my tail. It hurt. I couldn't control the whine that slipped from my mouth.

"T-tail..." I whimpered out.

I was flipped over gently. Dantalion fiddled around with something on the back of the diaper. Soon enough, my tail was being pulled through a hole in the diaper. I sighed in relief as the pressure disappeared.

"You know what the best part is?" He asked and he lifted me back into his arms. I waited for him to continue. "You get to call me Daddy!" He looked beyond excited, definitely more excited than I was.

I had heard of what he was talking about. Ddlb or ddxb, or something like those. But I had never found any interest in it. The thought of calling someone Daddy made me more embarrassed than anything.

But... he looked so happy. I would feel bad if his smile disappeared because of me.

I didn't have to worry for long, because he started moving me around again. He lifted me from the table thing, easily cradling my body in one arm.

"I bet you're hungry," he cooed to me. He wasn't wrong. I couldn't find the courage to call the people for dinner. It was too much pressure. So I hadn't eaten for who knew how long.

With a swish of his hand, a bottle appeared. He tried to place it in my mouth, but I dodged it by turning my head. I did not want to drink from a bottle. But the frown that replaced his smile made me instantly feel bad.

Feeling guilty, I opened my mouth. He instantly brightened up. I guess he expected me to actually drink from it, so I did. Warm milk flowed into my mouth, surprisingly calming. It made me really sleepy. My eyelids began to droop, and my drinking slowed to a stop. Before I knew what was happening, I was lowered onto a soft, cushioned surface.

My sleep muddled mind search for something to hold. A soft furry object was placed in my arms. I squeezed it as I rolled onto my side.

A blanket was set onto me, and a hand stroked my head. I couldn't fight my sleepiness any longer, and slipped under.

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