Amy's Night In

Amy sat on the living room couch, watching as her lover bounced from room to room, packing things away in her duffel bag, which sat an overflowing mess by the door. The skunk hummed as she prodded along, her feet making barely a sound on the rug as she floated back and forth. The collie watched, bemused as her lover made a fuss over her bright pink tail-bow, fluffing and retying it as she smiled brightly. 

"Well, how do I look?"

She said, presenting herself to Amy, smoothing down her white button down shirt. Amy shook her head and chuckled, standing to fix the skunk's collar. 

"You look fine sweetie. The interview will go perfect. Just relax, and call me when you get there."

Ginger felt her cheeks grow hot, as her ears flattened against her mop of pink hair and she stuck out her tongue. She then leaned to kiss her lover sweetly on the muzzle. Oh, how she would miss her. But it was a once in a lifetime interview, and it was only a few days. The two stood for a while, holding their paws together between them as they stared into each other's eyes.  Amy then reached up and ruffled her lover's hair gently, chuckling to herself as she patted her rump.

"Go on, get. You have a plane to catch."

Ginger giggled softly and nodded, planting one more kiss on the collie's cheek before she shoved the rest of her clothes away. She grabbed her keys off the small hook by the door, and ran off. Amy waved gently, even as the door clicked closed. 

She then smiled. 

Amy was a dominant person by nature, and often times expressed this with her lover. She owned her, controlled her, dominated her in ways the skunk had not thought possible. And yet, Amy felt slightly empty. It wasn't Gingers fault, not at all, Amy had never told her about this...certain side of herself. As the door shut, she quickly walked over and locked it tight licking her muzzle softly. She turned and let her back rest against the cool wood, rubbing her stomach through her t-shirt, listening to the swollen belly churn quietly. 

"I know tummy, were going to fix you now."

She mused to herself as she began making her way to the bedroom, unbuttoning her jeans and leaving them discarded in the living room. She had been waiting and preparing for tonight the entire week, refusing water, eating foods that would block her system, stopping her from using the bathroom. And now, well, now she was a swollen, sore mess of gas and the constant need for relief nearly electrified her body. She pulled off her shirt, her bra, and her panties and lay them on the bed, bending down to search underneath it as she spoke in a sing song voice.

"There you are...come to Mommy..."


If the collie could purr, she would have. Pulling a small brown box from under the bed and kneeling on the floor, gently pulling it open to peer inside. A smile lit across her muzzle as her hazel eyes brightened behind her glasses. She reached down and picked up the diaper from the box, oversized and overstuffed. Her white paws trembled as she felt over the crinkling, soft material. The purple haired collie hopped up and let the diaper drop to the bed, nearly running to the bathroom and prying open the medicine cabinet. Amy had been stocking up, and now the rows of laxatives and stool softeners stared at her like little angels. She almost felt a pang of guilt as she reached for them, her eyes dropping to the ground as she thought of Ginger. What would the skunk think if she saw her like this? Dominating and ruining herself, forcing herself to be in such a situation, when just this morning she had forced her lover to call her "Mommy"? She bit her tongue, hesitated, and then grabbed the bottles. What Ginger didn't know wouldn't hurt her, or her perception of Amy. She gathered the bottles in her arms, and curled her tail in a soft wag as she made her way back to the bedroom. Amy took the diaper, lying on the bed as she undid the soft yellow tabs, pushing the material under her wide bottom. Amy was a heavy, or as Ginger put it "healthy" girl, and the thickly padded diaper stretched over her rather wide hips and chubby stomach, sticking to the top side and closing her in. She took a deep breath, letting out a whispered moan as she ran her paws over the diaper, feeling and hearing each crinkle and crease. How it hugged her upper thighs, her hips, her bottom. Her cunt began to tingle as it rubbed against the warm inside. She giggled softly, stopping herself before she could get too out-of-control, and rolled onto her stomach to reach for one of the bottles. 

"Fast acting..."

She mumbled softly as she unscrewed the cap, popping two of the pills into her mouth, swallowing them down dry. 

She reached for another bottle.

"Instant relief..."

"Produces a bowl movement in six hours or less..."

She went down the list as she took the pills, being careful not to overdo it as she swallowed them down. The bottles lay open on the night stand, and she lay back on the pillow to rub her stomach, growling softly in pleasure. Her stomach began to churn not ten minutes later, a bubbling deep down in her intestines with God knows what. Amy groaned softly, laying her head back on the pillow as she began to push, her body trembling slightly. 


"Ffttttttppp!"

Damn it. Just gas. Yet deep within her bowels she could feel it all churning, the food she had eaten this week that refused to come out constantly moving. Her body began to grow warm as cramps twisted through her lower body, clenching tightly on her intestines. She whimpered loudly, her already flopped ears pressing against her purple hair. She rolled off the bed, the inner need to be on a toilet taking over as she struggled to move. 

She wasn't going to make it.

"Ahh...f...fuck!"

She cried as she knelt by the night stand, gripping her swollen stomach as her tail rose above the diaper. She inwardly begged the diaper to hold as it all began. Her normally tight hole began to pucker, and the soft, vile smelling mess began to push out of her. Days upon days of food, all of it trying to escape her body at once. Sweat began to mat her hair to her forehead, her glasses fogged on the bridge of her nose from her body heat. Amy clenched her hazel eyes shut as her moans became longer, louder. She clenched down on her stomach, hugging herself tightly. 

"BBBBRRRPPPPT! FFFFFFFPPPPPPPRRRRTT!"

The smell was noxious, her diaper constantly filling with more and more of her gas and mess. To her horror, she felt it beginning to sag and fill. The white of the diaper began to visibly brown as it overfilled. Amy could feel the hot mess leaking down her legs, staining her fur as she let out a harsh whimper. It just wouldn't end. 

"Bbbbbbpppppt!Fffffshhhhhppppt!"

Her feces began to push over the top of the diaper, out of the sides, anywhere it could escape the heated confines. She began to scream, her body trembling as she pushed and whined. Her stomach churned and gurgled endlessly, her cunt dripped with juices, clit tingling with small, electric jolts of pleasure. She screamed so loud, she didn't hear the door open.

"Amy! My plane was canceled until tomorrow. I called the interviewer and he said it was fine if I wa-"

The purple striped skunk stopped in her tracks as she opened the bedroom door, staring down at her girlfriend. The collie stopped, pausing her incessant screaming to stare at Ginger. She began to stutter, not daring to move off the floor.

"Ginger I can explain."

Ginger stopped for a moment, taking in the scene. There was Amy, her dominant, her mistress, her Mommy sitting on the floor in a rather large diaper. The diaper was filled with mess, so much so that it was overflowing onto the collie and smelled absolutely used. She tilted her head, blinking her pink eyes.

"No you can't."

She said, and Amy felt her heart sink, she knew Ginger was painfully obvious at some points, and this was one of them. She couldn't explain it. Ginger turned on her heel and headed out the door, shutting it behind her. The collie felt her heart drop, and tears begin to well in her eyes. She slowly stood, feeling the diaper sag and squelch under her, the mess squishing into her ass, her cunt, her thighs. 

Amy had made her way to the edge of the bed when the door opened again. Her head snapped to look, and she nearly gasped. Ginger stood in the door, completely nude (save for the large bow on her tail) and wearing a tightly strapped strap-on. The dildo jutted from the harness, large, black, and intimidating. Ginger slowly walked towards her girlfriend, purring softly as she tenderly wrapped a paw around the collie's neck.

"Who's your Mommy?" 

She whispered, and Amy's heart began to pound, her eyes widened and she stuttered. She had never seen Ginger like this, never seen the sheer dominance lacing her usually soft eyes. Never had her paw, so soft and tender, roughly grab her by the neck. It was downright terrifying.

"Answer me, slut."

Ginger snapped, her gently voice harsh and quick. 

"You are!"

Amy shouted out of fear, and the skunk moved her paw to the collie's chest, pushing her backwards on the bed.


"W-wait! I haven't cle-"

But Ginger was already working. She undid the tabs on the diaper and peeled the squishing mess away from Amy's body. It leaked over the bed sheets, and the vile smell hit Ginger's nostrils. She curled her nose, then began to chuckle.

"Awww, the little girl likes smelly things? She likes making a big mess? Well...skunks can make a mess too sweet heart. Let's make you nice and smelly for Mommy."

She purred quickly, hopping up on the bed with her lover and turning, moving the strap that hugged her ass away for a moment. Her tail raised, and her voluptuous bottom sat over her lovers muzzle, forcing her to inhale her scent.

"Sssssfffpppppttt!"

Ginger sighed as the gas released from her, patting her stomach gently as Amy squirmed, unable to breathe anything else but the smells that Ginger gave her.

"I've been holding that in..."

Said the skunk. She chuckled as she raised her large tail high, and the glands just above her hole started to swell.

"This too..."

She said as the glands exploded, releasing a noxious liquid spray over Amy's face and muzzle. It filled her lungs, and caused her to shut her eyes tightly, stopping her from seeing what the skunk was going to do next. Ginger was giggling her normal, happy giggle as she crawled off her. Amy almost thought she had lost her dominating spree, when her legs were pushed harshly apart.

"Oh...my little baby girl has made such a mess! Let's make it worse..."

She cooed, and before Amy could protest she felt the large cock push into her body. She let out a loud scream, and as she finally opened her eyes her hair was gripped in Ginger's fist. Ginger pulled her hair back, snapping her head upwards to stare into the face of her lover. The skunk began to pump her hips, slathering the mess over the two of them. It squelched under the heavy thrusts, and she could feel herself being stretched. Her legs lifted, wrapping around the other woman's heavy waist as Ginger continued to pound into her.

"Take it. Take every last inch you filthy, disgusting bitch!"

Ginger whispered in her ear, not caring about the stench as she kissed Amy on the muzzle, her tongue pushing deep into the others muzzle, wrapping around her tongue as Amy moaned and whined. 

She could feel herself clenching, feel her cunt jolt, her legs twitch, her body tremble. Her mess, her feces, her shit was being spread over the two of them, covering them, coating her with humiliation. She felt her orgasm approaching quickly, and it seemed as though Ginger sensed it as well. Her quick thrusts turned into a hammering pounding, and she hissed in her ear once more.

"Ask me. BEG ME."

"Please! Please I need to come, please Ginger!"

Ginger yanked her hair back once more, never slowing her thrusts.

"What?! What's my name little girl?!"

"M-Mommy!"

Amy felt her cheeks blush. Her body shook uncontrollably as her paws scraped and tore at Ginger's back. She felt embarrassed, and yet completely free at the same time. Her body wasn't hers anymore. It belonged to her lover, her mistress, her Mommy. 

"Come."

Ginger hissed quietly, and Amy came. She screamed, she cried, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as it overtook her body. Her cunt clenched and Ginger continued to hammer down into her until the girl was shoving her, begging her to stop. 

Slowly the skunk began to cease, turning her thrusts into a gently rocking motion. She kissed Amy gently, and let the collie calm down before she spoke.

"I did well?"

She giggled, no longer her dominant self, but back to her old, adorable, submissive being. Amy smiled at her, chuckling as she pet the skunk on the head.

"You did great..."