It was delicious. My milk, that is. Thick, crisp; creamy. Mm. It was nighttime. I knew because my night-light had gone out, and I was still awake. Lightning crackled through the air outside; the result of a fantastic thunderstorm drenching the backyard. I sat in my crib, in my tight-fitting onesie, all thickly padded up for the long night ahead. Dad had pumped a number of marshmallows up my butt about an hour ago, and he wouldn't let me poop them back out until morning. It's a bit tough to do that when your stomach gurgles from all the backed-up digested food from dinner, stirred up by my lactose intolerance with all the dairy products pumped into that delicious, meaty pizza... I digress, though. The nursery was far too cramped for one of my steaminess and grossness. How do you keep a Tyranitar made completely out of shit clean when it’s hot as balls in the house? I sweated liquid poop all over the bedsheets from the combined heat of the room with the house's air conditioning not doing much to help under triple-layered comforters. But at least I was clean! No fudge butt for me. At least, not yet... I reached over for my bottle to take another sip of my warm milk, listening to the splash of the evil liquid splatter inside my bulbous gut. More poop drooled from my mouth while I drained the rest of it, suddenly lifting my tail out of the way. *PPPPLLOORRRTCH!* A gush of creamy poop splattered all over the inside of my formerly clean purple and pink-ruffled padding, while the cottony, green onesie I wore over it bulged out in response. A filthy tube of scat followed soon after and filled out some more space, and I felt a lot better. (Save but for the farts that lasted for what seemed like ever shortly afterwards.) I squeezed and whined; unable to control the flow of *frrrrrppppppttttch*es and *sssllpppprrlrrrt*s that echoed through the pink nursery room. I rolled onto my back from my side and let out one final poot to round it out, and my butt sagged ferociously against the floor of the crib. My pants were full of the same stuff that I was made out of, and I could smell how fresh my load was. I grew a bit of a boner from it too, but I couldn't reach through the snaps that held my clothing closed - trying it would just result in me getting my clothes dirty, and I couldn't do that! Objects, sure; but my clothes are sacred ground. Even if I was made out of creamy chocolate butt-fudge. I just laid out and burped from the gas-producing milk in my belly, feeling rather bloated and full all over again. It doesn't take long to refill my bowels, of course; being a shit-monster and all. But Daddy would be pissed when he woke up - it was Saturday, and we were supposed to go to the mall. I just quietly shrunk into my bedspread, dirtying up all the sheets and keeping my tail tucked between my legs, drifting off to sleep to the spray of water just outside my window. I awoke a number of hours later to a curious figure looming overhead, just underneath my Pokeball mobile. It was my dad, who'd pinched his nose playfully turning it up at me. I yawned and stretched out, having grown somewhat crackly from being asleep for a good nine or ten hours. It'd take a bit to get all creamy again, but that would come with breakfast. Cyril loomed overhead as an anthropomorphic Tyrantrum, his ruffled neckbeard looking down with an authortative scowl at me. I felt my blush rise as the milk had wrecked my load, turning it muddy overnight. I really, REALLY had to go, but Cyril pulled my legs down suddenly as I tried to heft them upward under the bedspread. "Vector, baby-booms. You were supposed to hold it~ Bad boy." I only whimpered to him and tried to, but it just sorta leaked out of my butt, getting a bit of a grin from the dirty-minded dinosaur. The surge suddenly intensified, and I felt chunks of wet dung plow through my rumphole and splatter against the inside of my diaper. He merely growled and said something about 'finishing up'. Cyril's build was more musclegut than anything - his red, chiseled muscles up top gave way to a pudgy, yet supple midsection, and an ass to die for. He had huge feet, almost cartoonishly huge, but it was to offset that massive frame of his; being nearly ten feet tall would do that to a guy. His rough, chitinous skin was fun to trail my pooey fingers over, tracing the bumps and ridges in his skin - especially since he was naked almost all the time in the house. His thighs could crush mailboxes and his paws would leave wrecked trails wherever he went - yet around me, he was keen on being as naughty as Pokemon-ally possible. His massive pole of a shaft wasn't anything to scoff at, either; definitely a shower. I'd blown his dick plenty in the past, but never like this; never as a poop-crazed, diaper-bound dungbeast! Cyril stomped himself close to the edge of the crib, lowering one of the sides so he could get a better look at me. I rolled onto my side with a butt full of lumpy mushballs and suddenly belched in his face. "Mmm... seems my poopy padded princess needs some food to start out her day, hm?" I melted in my head. Sure, my onesie said that, but hearing it just wrecked all of my psyche. Cyril grinned and pulled the crib's side open to the ground and put his paws underneath my rump and my back, and hefted all four-hundred-thirty pounds of shitty Tyranitar upwards and outwards. I rested in his arms, fudging up his red and grey belly and chest; gently smooching against the Tyrantrum's hard, stiff pectorals. He thrummed right back, carrying me over to a nearby changing table. This was routine; I couldn't last fifteen minutes without a change. Of course, he preferred to keep me dirty when we were out, so I'd be sagging for hours, maybe days. There'd been times where he refused to let me masturbate for days on end, and that damn onesie made sure of it. I thought about it while his paws dug up against the outside of a pristine, bulging diaper, undoing the snaps over my green, smelly onesie's rear end. I lifted my legs, extruding all the stench of feces through the room all over again. Cyril was evil though, and brought his snout down to bite off one of my toes! In any normal environment, this would be like getting hard-vored, but it honestly just grew back almost as fast as he chomped it off. The Tyrantrum swallowed the mouthful of toe-poop without batting an eye, and licked at the bottom of my foot twice while I grew back the severed body part. Changing time was always sexy time, but I couldn't fully enjoy any of it - I just squirmed while he fondled my butt, making me fudge up the inside of that diaper even further! *SSSSSPPPPUUUWWWRTCH!* Cyril had dug his paws deep into my legplates, twisting his fingers about and raking his talons nice and deep within my body, and all I could do was sweat and poop; sweat and poop. The changing table was a mess, and my diaper was even lumpier by the time he pulled his nasty paws back out of me. Fortunately, I could keep what got dirty under control (for the most part), but the table was a complete mess. He merely rubbed his paws against my mouth shortly after, and I sucked the shit right off of them. Cyril wiggled his fingers around in my maw, and my tongue reacted immediately to the tickle of his talons against it. With semi-clean paws, he took them back out again and finally tended to that smelly diaper covering my nasty rumphole. The diaper just spilled everywhere on the nursery floor, but my dad didn't mind at all; his big toes wiggled in the fudgy swamp in the meanwhile. A big, fat and pink Tyrantrum tongue soon grazed against my backside, and clamped down around my butt once the *bbbbpppppwwwwrrrppts* started back up again. I couldn't stop; my bowels were far too full and bloated. Nigh infinite, I think's the term. He ate a number of farts before reaching for a fresh, blue padding, adorned with stinky fart cloud patterns and poo coils - my favorite! The crinkle of plastic signaled the end of the change, and I was allowed to splat on the floor. I got a nice petting from Dad soon after, right in the earholes behind my headspines. Mm. "Vector, remember where we're going today?" "The mall! The mall~!" "Good boy. We're going to get you some new clothes for your birthday~" I immediately perked up and plodded along the ground, leaving smelly footprints everywhere! I loved shopping, even if I couldn't buy anything myself. Cyril took my paw and I skipped with him, crinkling out of the nursery and down the stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast first, of course! There was a large fridge in one corner, combined with a long countertop that ran through the sides of the kitchen from one corner. A lamp hung above a large island that sometimes doubled as a changing table, but for right now it was just a haven for the electric stove sitting on the far side. Cyril pushed me into the oversized, comically adorned high-chair facing the long edge of the countertop. His strong, beefy arms dug into my tummy a little bit, but I didn't sully myself just yet - I wanted to make sure it was a big one for later! With the large, paw-holding table hooked in place, I couldn't move except for a couple squiggles here and there. And a *BBRRRRFFFT* occasionally from Daddy. It stank. But his large, posh butt only made it tougher to concentrate while his tail gently swished back and forth, and massive genetalia only made me vie for his attention again~ Cyril turned around with a large pacifier in his grip, and rushed it into my mouth, silencing me for the time being. It was filled with chocolate milk; only giving me a couple spritzes between sucklings. I'd get more milk later, no doubt. "What's Veccy-poopie want for breakfast? Mashed bacon? Deep fried beans? Chili?" He carried a chide to him that tweaked me hard, and while he spoke I felt my fingers going up once for each suggestion - I held out three fingers, and he returned with three Tupperware bowls of mushed-up meat. "A garbage bowl is what ye need; to keep your poopie beefy and... hm. You're the writer, Vec; you finish that rhyme~" "MMPPH*FFPPP*" "I'll take it. Hehehe." The naughty Tyrantrum grinned from earhole to earhole and poured the whole sloppy load into one large, metallic dish. I felt my legs kicking back and forth in anticipation while some of it splattered back at my face. Cyril then turned away and hummed to himself while taking it over to the microwave to reheat it. About five minutes later, he returned with the large bowl, full of steaming juices and rich-smelling sustenance! He'd brought a wooden spoon along as well - I couldn't very well eat with MY hands, of course. Cyril put the bowl in my face and hopped up onto the island, shaking the house just a little bit under his weight. The pots and pans hanging above clattered a little bit while his headfuzz grazed against them as well. He dipped the spoon into the food and brought it out, pulling the empty pacifier from my mouth (albeit with a lot of tugging!) and replaced it with a spoonful of meaty chili. It tasted wonderful, despite the shit all around it immediately souring the taste when I took a big gulp of it. I took a bite, and another, and yet more until the entire bowl was empty and my gut sagged below my fat waistline. Breakfast was satiated for me, but big Daddy Cyril wasn't satisfied - he needed a big shot of testosterone, and a hunk of raw shark was the best way to get it! (Well, probably not the best way, but still.) I enjoyed his show of masculinity as he bit into the raw hide with his immensely powerful jaws, showing no remorse in crunching through the thing like it were a caramel apple! He sat next to the edge of the island on a barstool, and whipped the ex-beast's huge tail back and forth between the table and his mouth. The surge of testosterone wouldn't come until later tonight, but I was willing to wait - his virile sack between his legs bulged terribly from the one he'd eaten LAST night. Cyril unhooked me from the table and let me splat again on the floor, forced to crawl on my fattened stomach behind him. Shark always gave him gas, though; and on our way back upstairs to change for the day, he had to have farted deep, bassy blasts at least twenty or so times for me to sniff and huff and love into. Mmmmman, I loved the smell of his bowels. Cyril set me in the nursery with a quiet crinkle and told me to pick out a shirt and grab my overalls too - didn't wanna start chafing mid-trip! He left to return in his typical fare for summer; short, revealing brown shorts, a yellow tanktop, and a bushman's hunting hat he got from Australia. He also wore a gold belt buckle with a leather belt around his waist, even though they didn't totally cover his rump - I feared that he was a bit too scantily clad. "Hee~ You look like that Saxton Hale guy, Daddy~" "Didn't he wear longer pants, though?" "Hmm, maybe. Can I go get the buggy?" Cyril shook his head at me, and I headtilted back at him. It wasn't like him to deny the little buggy I had... unless... "Go get your big wheel, poopy." I eeeeeee'd just about as loud as I farted in the same breath! I loved my big wheel, and big wheel loved me right back. She sat in the closet; pristine plastic with a couple dents here and there from 'accidents'. (I'm a good driver, shut up!) I grabbed the vehicle out of the nursery closet where the stroller and buggy were at, and I hopped on it soon afterward. Cyril had been busy picking out my clothes for me - I'd completely forgotten to get them having stared at Daddy's butt for so long. Was I staring at him for so long? Oh well, big wheel! The Tyrantrum stomped over and gave me a headpetting for a minute or two, and I just wagglefarted in my seat. The chili in my gut had started to degrade and digest into more of the same stuff I was made of, and I huffed under the extra weight produced. It felt like a sloppy worm had invaded my body a few moments later, and I looked up at Cyril with beady eyes, trying not to fart TOO hard. Cyril had a large pair of overalls made out of black corderoy fabric, brass snaps and a buttplate for me to unhinge when I needed to go. He also had a shirt that I'd soon hop into; made of black and yellow cotton in a bee-butt-like pattern. It also said "The poop drops here" with a big, fat and brown arrow pointing to my behind. "I forgot I had this shirt, Daddy~" "You buried it the other day, remember? I had to fish it out and wash the stink off. You can soil clothes if you leave them buried under your poop for a long time, you know..." "Sorry! I was too busy playin' with my games!" Cyril smiled wide and suddenly noogied me to the ground! A splash of wet sludge splashed the floor, and the bulge in my diaper's front suddenly grew with his weight atop me. He licked his lips and took little bites out of everywhere, illiciting tickling feelings out of me! I squirmed and moaned and squirmed some while he gnawed, chewed and pretend-fought against me (even though in a real Pokemon battle he'd whup my ass...). A few minutes of that passed before he withdrew, wiping the poop off the front of his legs, face, chest and gut and flicking the remnants right back on me. Getting played with really worked up the sweaty diarrhea out of my armor's pores! I huffed a little bit and sat up, squeezing suddenly as a *pppplllbbrbrrrpppuurrrpt* roared from my rump, and Cyril suddenly went from playful to stern again. "Hey, Vector... pottybutt. You gotta poop again?" I only nodded and kept my butt plastered to the floor, feeling a turd literally at my exit, struggling to break free from my butthole's grip. He suddenly huffed and turned away, reaching into another closet for a large enema bag! I yelped and turned away from him, but that was the worst idea I'd had all day - he got ahold of my buttflap and tore it open, unhinging the snaps and exposing my diapered derriere to the outside world. It was prefilled with a gooey, sticky oatmeal mix of cocoa powder, sugar and melted marshmellows - two liters of the stuff, to be exact. The tube would quickly find its way into my butt, which shat all over his hand while he tried to get up inside it! He flicked the tube open and moments later my butt was filled with the sticky substance, making me belch as the backblast of air pumped into me went all the way through. I whimpered as the shitlog inside was taken with it, and my gut fattened to the point where you could definitely tell I was pampered up! "That's better. Now..." Cyril took his paw and the tube back out again, flicking the warm, muddier shit off his paws on the nursery floor and on the back of my feet. I struggled with the fresh load poured up my bum, squeezing tightly as I could to keep it inside. Not much happened once the enema settled, but he was pretty mad-lookin'... "Let's go, dungbutt. To the mall!" "To the mall!" Cyril picked up my big wheel with one paw and carried it downstairs, waiting for me to follow him. He didn't hold my hand this time, though, which left me at the top of the stairs, pissing myself from the height... that faint hiss continued as I grabbed the banister, afraid of the height and taking it one gooey, pooey step at a time. I plopped down and beamed up at Daddy, but he didn't do the same - in the time it'd taken, he'd grabbed up the diaper bag from the family room's closet, made more milk, and had gotten a boner. Not a good combination for sitting in the car and stinking it up... We went outside from there quietly; Daddy locked the door behind himself. The car was locked, though. I hopped up at the door handle of the white Dodge Caliber he drove, pulled on it, and comically hung from it as it swung open suddenly! He could only laugh as I struggled to get down, peeing some more and making that diaper feel really, really tight in my overalls! He was only satisfied once my grip slipped and I landed with a wet squish and a crinkle. I held all that oatmeal in, though! "You know the car seat's in the front, right?" While I grumbled, Cyril gave a hearty laugh as he put my trike in the back seat of the car and opened the front door so that I could clamor in; his paws groping my butt on the way. I hopped in the chair, huffing and facing the back of the seat in the elevated car seat attached to the chair below. Two clicks later and a door slam as well, we were off. The mall was a good ten miles away, but it was the best around (and no one's ever gonna keep you down!). Cyril changed the channel and listened to some jazz music over the radio while he drove. We were there in less than a third of an hour. He hopped out of the car while I bobbled with a soggy butt in my seat; having dug under my ass to get at my teething ring underneath. The feel of silicone mushing against my teeth was a great feeling -- "We're heeee-rrrrreee~ C'mon, poopy!" Cyril suddenly tugged me out of the car seat, forcing me to drop the ring on the seat! I felt tears welling up as he carried me on his shoulder, and suddenly sniffed my butt. No tears came out of my eyes, that's for sure. He grabbed the big wheel out of the back seat too, locked the car, and had me sit in it and roll through to the large mall nearby. The place was huge! Stores, stores and more kiosks than you could even count! It consisted of three tiers in a very, very long hallway. There were escalators, elevators and elephants too! They held shows from the water fountain sometimes, too. Those were neat because it sometimes involved the audience to 'help out'. The kiosks sold little toys, big toys, big kid toys, and big adult toys - there was a specialty diaper shop that I looooooved going into. Think Victoria's Secret, but for fetishy bastards like us. Cyril lead while I wheeled beside, and the heat from the summer only made the air stink even more. His dong didn't seem to mind, however; I looked up multiple times and watch him flare his nose. (Of course, some of the people there weren't as enjoyable to be around, telling me to 'get out' and 'put that beast in a diaper' and such. Heh.) We took the elevator up to tier two, and headed over to the clothing shop right next to the diaper shop. "BabyStop. Hmm... Daddy, is this new?" "Yes hun, it's pretty new here. Maybe... a week or so? But look--!" Cyril suddenly tugged a pair of shorts off the rack at the entrance that said "Drink milk with this" and a big ring target right where -- oh. Oh my. I felt my face fill with blood and I blushed ferociously while Cyril waggled his eyebrows and grabbed one that'd fit me. They even had a section devoted to any function a 'baby' could do - we spent a lot of time in the section for poop. The spunky badger chick at the counter didn't seem to mind my smell, either. We approached her with about twenty or so articles of clothing in a store basket. Cyril had popped a milky paci in my face again while he talked to the store clerk, but looked down and grinned at me suddenly. The badger - who I'd grow to know as Casey - suddenly stepped around the corner of the counter. She was fairly busty for her size; from a glance, 5'7", 195 pounds, and a D-cup or so. She was pretty scantily clad for a store worker, but it didn’t matter to me once she offered to have her milk drained. Cyril, of course, didn’t mind the extra attention as we snuck away to the back storeroom. I wasn’t fond of small, confined spaces myself. "Widdle dino wooks firsty! Ba-bas can't taste as good as ta-tas..." Cyril set me down in the back of the closet-like space, and I felt myself heating up from the two creatures looming overhead. Casey suddenly lifted up her shirt, clad in nothing else but her hot-pink booty shorts afterward. Her large, supple teats were sloshing audibly in the small space of the storage room. It was kind of dark; at least until my Daddy found the switch to the fleuroescent lamps overhead. A buzz followed them as Casey's boobs got really close to my face, and Cyril took a seat on a nearby stool. He'd stripped his clothes off and let out an audible *plap* from his dick hitting the floor. He'd precum his pants by now; obviously excited from the rush of watching me slowly being taken for a ride. My diapered butt suddenly dropped to the floor and Casey oooohed curiously as that oatmeal clogging my ass suddenly rushed out and steamed up my overalls! I whined with as much poop that followed, but to hell with it at that point. It felt DAMN good. My armor sweated with diarrhea in the meanwhile of my fat, disgusting and shameful dump in the midst of the horny critters around me. The enema lasted for minutes and surged back and forth; spraying thick, gluten-filled turds and muddy, watery poop all over the inside of my clothes! My drop seat popped open from the weight of the smelly, murky feces I released, and I felt a LOT better afterward. "Heh. Vec, you are such a gentleman. Pooping before eating... what a big boy you are!" "You-th rel-thy th-nk so? Eee!" I felt myself grinning from earhole to earhole listening to Cyril's confident words. And his groping, as well; which quickly gave way to Casey taking a seat in front of my squatting, pooping form. She grabbed me mid-shit and made me listen to her breasts slosh for a second before she carried me over to the Tyrantrum a few feet away. I felt my face splatter up against her chest and reform quickly afterward, having swallowed the empty pacifier by accident! (I'd get it back later.) Casey cradled and cuddled my dungy butt into her lap and guided my face up to one of her firm, stiff nipples and instinctively I began to suckle at her breast. A gush of warm and strangely chewy milk sprayed back at my gooey mouth, and I couldn't help but swallow it all! It was tasty; definitely not like the dairy cow crap you get from the store; no no. This was fucking GOOD. I drank her boobjuice while Cyril moaned softly, masturbating and getting gooey prejizz all over the bottoms of his toes. He gently pawed at my backside occasionally too, getting his foot all dirty. An enjoyable experience; no doubt. Casey let me continue to suckle until her breast wouldn't yield any more milk; and I felt my stomach bloat so badly, I couldn't eat anymore! She wasn't having it though, and popped her other fat teat in my mouth, forcing me to nurse out of her chest. She was strong, forceful; a lot like Daddy was, except more... promiscuous. She only let me drain half of her teat before she shoved me down towards her belly. She had a bit of a bloat to her too, but that was mostly gas, which I was treated to post-haste! Her stench was worse than Cyril's; hell, it even rivalled my own ambient stench! She cut a long, bubbly and juicy fart behind her, and I couldn't help but scramble around and suckle at her perky, fetid butt! "Ooh~ Dungbeastie likes girlfarts~!" "Must be the gas. He can't think when he's surrounded by poop." "Mm; we should test that theory. Overnighting the mall isn't much fun by yourself...~" I listened to them chat; or tried to listen as she farted again and again in my face. I held myself on all fours, growling as the gas in my gut grew heavy and extremely gross! My diaper was totally wrecked by now, but that didn't stop my lungs from filling with Casey's foul badgergas. Cyril suddenly got up and joined in on the fun directly; digging his toes into my shell again, right underneath my left leg-buttplate. He wiggled them shortly after, and I couldn't take the pressure that suddenly built in my bowels. The beefy Tyrantrum slowly wagged his humonguous tail back and forth while the light overhead flickered a couple times. I farted against his paw; terribly wrought with gas under the influence of the badger's breastmilk. Cyril toyed with my lower extremeties for a while before getting a bit closer and adding his other foot into the backside of my... well, backside! Thick, gritty and scaly hide mucked into my legs while the badger girl above my horned up face and farted once more. This one crackled, though; letting me know what was coming next. I soiled myself further as a thick, gooey log of gross, fetid scat pushed out of the back of her shorts. She toyed at letting me gaze on the huge pair of buttcheeks above; not too thick, but also not too thin, either. And that turd was to die for~ I bent upwards and cradled it with my muzzle, amidst the whoops and rumblings of Cyril and his stiffening shaft behind me. I devoured the coil as it passed from her butt for a steady two minutes before she pinched it off and petted my head. I swallowed it down, steaming now from the intense pleasure welling up in my rump area. Another gush of wet, muddy shit poured from my butt; and my overalls were full to bursting! Thick, juicy globs of scat rolled down my sweaty, steamy form, and I really, REALLY stank from the arousal. Too much arousal, to be sure... I roared suddenly and squealed while Casey teased about my pants getting all soggy in the front! My shaft pulsed and shat out gigantic blobs of filth into the front of my diaper while followed by a slushy, squishy-sounding mixture of cum, piss and - you guessed it - more poop! "Such a good boy! But you're not done with dinner yet..." Cyril grunted and held his full-mast dong in one paw, splaying his nostrils out to whiff at my pile of a form. He recoiled a little bit from the intense stench, but just laughed it off and wobbled himself around to my front. He was a bit rougher when he wanted me to suck his dick, but I didn't mind it. I was basically sucking a tyrannosaurus's dick as a tyrannosaurus myself, so who's keeping score? Cyril stood up tall and pointed his rough, bumpy shaft down at my mouth, and instinct took over as I tugged at his feeding tube. He immediately gave me a big, gushing drink while Casey took back to farting in my face - she'd scooched herself over to one side of Cyril's shaft and was nibbling at his bulbous nutsack in the meanwhile. His acrid, flowing piss stream didn't stop for jack! This was no exception to the past - he just gushed piss whenever he felt like it, sort of how I have a lot of control over how big a dump I take. We'd spend hours to play inflation games; sucking him off idly while he gave my diaper squishpettings in the middle of watching TV, or on a long road trip to a secluded outhouse we affectionately dubbed "The Steamer" -- I'm digressing, though. I kept sucking him off, just pushing my scatty lips back and forth over his dickhead - at least until he wanted more mouthspace. I gagged a bit when he suddenly grabbed at the back of my head, digging claws into my shitty helmet. Any stimuli other than myself in me just wrecks my ability to control my dump, and a thick *spppplllurrrppttt* later, my overalls popped open. My thick, puffy and overused diaper hung against the floor, leaking shit all through the holes that my legs stuck through it. Cyril roared softly and kept having me suck down his piss for a few more minutes before deciding to spray me down with it! The fluid reeked of his stench; at least five times more powerful than concentrated stink bug juice mixed in with shark dung and the grease at the bottom of a dumpster behind Burger King! (It's strong stuff; like a bittersweet mead on a warm summer day.) "What a sloshy, slutty bitch of a son you have, Cyril!" Cyril suddenly stopped peeing on me, and I remember awwring for a second before he twisted his fist in my head, and I just stuck out my tongue and continued pooping. He roared softly at the farting badger girl, but it was more a playful roar, more to establish his dominance over me than scare her. Casey enjoyed herself for a bit longer before her farting dried up again, clogged to the brim all over again! I admired the way girls held in their filth, but this was a bit of an overload. Cyril stood up again and released me out of his grip, and suddenly I felt a ton of muscled weight riding my buttcheeks! It felt wonderful enough that I shat all over the inside of my ruined diaper; the flap of my overalls uselessly flailing amidst warm *sppppllrurrrrtch*es and greasy *BRRRRAAAPPPTT*s! It was a good day. We had to have gone on like that for a few hours; I'd soiled my diaper to the point of where Casey had gotten one of the ATVs the mall used to transport things for events and such to get me back outside! Cyril thudded along; since it was Sunday, we weren't done yet with the filthy fun. I couldn't hold in my poop anymore than I could my orgasms; being loaded into the trunk of the car head-first made shit leak out everywhere as I hung out of the back of it. Cyril flipped open the hatch of the car and rolled me onto my back for a diaper change in the middle of the morning - the moon hung above, glowing and judging me for how much I'd expelled outward. I lifted one leg, and then the other, and drooped my tail downwards while Casey watched me get changed. Cyril worked me out of my overalls, still pristine and dark colored despite shit having rolled over its weight one hundred times over! The same went for my shirt, too. The diaperbag he brought along in the car had a pacifier in it too, and he popped that in my mouth to give me something to distract me from the intense smell. Even he had to flare his nostrils a bit into fresh air - poop certainly got overwhelming in massive amounts such as these! He untaped the diaper from around my butt, being careful not to spill out the chunky and loggish turds that filled it out. He carried it with some effort over to the other side of the car, and tucked it in the back seat to steam it up a bit more. He returned, and I felt my pucker balloon out with a couple more poops that splatted along the car, leaving brown stains on the rear bumper. He just clicked his tongue at me and let me finish up after a good minute's worth of scatophilic purging. I moaned. "Damn... big baby. Can't even hold it until you get a freshie on, eh?" "Well, he's made of it, Cyril~" "Obviously. My stinky little poopy princess." They both smiled as I gave out a small eeee sound at the little pet name I'd taken on. He tucked my butt under the fresh padding he procured; except instead of big boy patterns, it was much more feminine this time around! Big, fluffy and frilly pink adornments trailed down the back of it, with ribbons tailing off the sides and legholes. It was modeled after my hated enemy type, but I didn't mind. Besides; when else would I get to take a shit on a Sylveon's 'face'? At any rate, the diaper was tucked over my front, tail pulled into place, and a splash of powder that quickly took refuge under layer upon layer of drippy poop. Diaper change completed! I was happy; and still had that big, round rubber stopper in my face to chew on. I just sucked on it while Daddy pulled me from the trunk, gave me a pat on the head and led me around to the car seat in the front, getting set for the trip back home. We said our goodbyes to Casey for now; my goodbye rather stinky and corruptive to the oxygen in the air. She just giggled and saw us drive off into the night. When we arrived back home, I'd not yet filled my padding with the rest of the dung that still laid deep within my bowels. The ambient dungsweat had pudged it out, but not much. Cyril had farted the entire time going home; the shark from earlier had finally gotten through to the rest of him, and I knew I'd be in for a treat in a few minutes. (Not only from him telling me "You're going to eat my poop" every five minutes, but also from his stench. Hoo boy.) I hopped out of my seat and plapped on the ground, following him and leaving dungy half-footprints on the way back into the house. Cyril immediately stripped down to his nothing, and I just gawked at his buffness for a while before he spoke again. "I have a plan for you, smellybuns. Not sure how to do it, though..." I scooted close to him again, within butt-shot at his side; my diaper crinkling on the floor. "What is that?" "Mmmmm... eat my farts." I felt my brain immediately shut off everything but the necessary functions to live. That command echoed and rang through my head like a fifty caliber bullet getting fired out of a sniper rifle in a military airplane hangar. I stared at his supple, red and armored butt, and felt myself drawn to it. Mindlessly. Completely. Intently. I sniffed at his hole with one nostril, then the other, and brought my mouth up to hang under his butt. Cyril lifted one toeclaw set off the ground and let one rip right in my face, gasping for air as the raunchiness of his gas sent me reeling! I flushed pink in the face from the stench bellowing over me in short, pungent bursts, and I felt my lips purse and clench down over his clenching puckerhole. Steam jetted from my nostrils as each fart sent methane gas rocketing into my lungs, stomach and extremeties beyond! I felt my diaper bulge as I passed gas too, not able to keep it all in (mainly since I wanted my butthole to ripple with his stench in addition to my own, too.) He tapered it off with a single fart, bellowing out with a minute's worth of gas pooting all over my mouth and face. I felt bloated beyond bloated, and the gaseous farts I pooted out didn't come close to what he was forcing out all at once. "Good boy. Sniff my butt, now!" I gulped immediately and knocked him forward, making him laugh a bit while I huffed the musky afterstench of his rump! This was much easier to do; I didn't have to wait for him to move or do much else. Just... sniff his butt. Yeah~ That's all. Cyril gave a soft moan into the air and reached back, petting over my head while his tail swayed on my face. We did that for a few minutes before yet another command was issued: "Smell my toes, beast~" Cyril pulled himself upward and pressed his ass upon my face, forcing it down to where his feet were at. It was impossible to control myself; each toe was coated in a sloppy dung-saliva as I tugged and ate his feet. The stench of his ass compounded upon his naturally musky smell, and the command before it compounded itself as he farted once more. I struggled to eat it and his toes at the same time, but I managed it somehow! At least until the next command prompt executed: "Lick my turd, you smelly dungpile." Cyril's butt spewed ass-gas everywhere while his butthole opened up around a juicy, fat, disgustingly delicious looking brick of filth that bulged his asshole a good five inches around! His dumps were a sight to behold, and an even greater smorgashbord to devour! But I wasn't there yet. He didn't say "eat my turd"; he said "lick my turd". So that's exactly what I did. His crown was licked, slurped, and tongued at. I spent a lot of time on this one; him looking back at me with endearing, horny eyes. His dick throbbed against the inside of his thighs while I popped my lips against his flared tailhole. Cyril even teased and pooped into my mouth, but I couldn't swallow it, no matter how hard I tried. It just wouldn't go down while I was in this weird command-driven mode! "Smear it, dungbeast." He wasn't even being fair; I could taste every inch of his beefy, meat-infused turd, and I couldn't put it down my gullet, damnit! My dick ached against the inside of my diaper; sweating more filth all over the floor. It was impossible to ignore a command of any more than three words - so I took out his poop from my mouth, ball by ball. I rubbed it against his flesh, licking it down and up his tailhole and making a total mess of his rump. Cyril grunted and swayed his nuts against my tongue while he inserted them into my mouth, making me gummily chew around them and leave them steaming. He tugged his dinosaurian scrotum from my mouth and rubbed it right back against my forehead, out of poop that he'd given me. He farted once more during this, but right into my nose instead! That got him snickering to himself. "More turd, lick!" The command came back stronger, re-echoing in my brain when this one hung about INSIDE his ass; refusing to come out just yet. Gas seeped around the inside of his rectal cavity, and I forced my fat, grimy tongue deep inside to loosen and slurp at the balls it was comprised of. It tasted so bloody foul, and I couldn't turn away from the stench of his ass! And his cock, apparently. "Drink my waste, Vec. Suck it down~" Cyril lifted up a bit and spun his rump away from me, farting harder and filthifying the air with more of his befouled gas. The turd dropped behind him, and I slurped at it through his legs while he rested himself on the back of my neck. He angled his shaft down and peed all over my melting backscales, making them chemically steam up and stink even more fiercely! The red dinosaur chuckled to himself and finally gave me that blessed command to 'eat it all'. It was morning before I finished up, panting heavily with a hugely bloated stomach; the other rex having passed out with himself both covered in scat, cum, piss, and other manners of bodily fluids and solids, even. I gasped and belched once, farting through the diaper I still wore and petting the dinosaur's toes. I did want to blow him another time, but it was far too much for me to take another day of abuse~ I called it there, and reached into my head. The only -- thing -- left to -- do was -- pull out my -- !! // TERMINATING... // SYSTEM SHUTDOWN // DREAMSTATE COMPLETE // LOG PRINTED TO V:\Users\Vector\Dream Logs\This should never be a valid UNC path but it is because of the length of this file folder being specifically less than 255 characters\4-10-2k+14.txt // VOS WILL NOW REBOOT.