Joey-Crapping

Sighing as he knelt down next to his son, Cameron gave the little joey a hug, patting the boy on the head while muttering with a stern look on his face, 
“Ollie, I told you not to run off! You got me all worried.”
For the last half an hour, the older kangaroo had been searching for Oliver, walking all around the neighborhood and knocking on doors to see which houses the boy had already visited, relieved to have finally found the little roo. Still under the effects of whatever his rapist had injected him with, Oliver could barely focus on his father's words, feeling at least slightly less drunk in the cool outside air, still slurring as he swayed slightly from side to side, 
“S… sorry… dad…”
Cameron quickly noticed that something was amiss, spotting how his son's superhero costume was all dishevelled, the zipper in the back only pulled halfway up and the entire onesie left all wrinkled. The cub's hair was messy as well, ruffled like he'd just woken up, and sporting a few weird stains, similar to the ones marking the joey’s face. Oliver even smelled weird, oddly musky, with a hint of some sort of deodorant that neither Cameron or the cub himself used, like the kid had spent the evening sleeping in someone else's bed. Raising an eye at the weirdly dishevelled state his son had suddenly reappeared, Cameron patted the young kangaroo on the back, looking around, 
“What happened to you, did you crawl around in someone's backyard or something? You didn't get up to some kinda mischief, did you?”
“N… no…”
Sighing, the man stood up, glancing at his clock as he yawned. He wasn't sure whether the boy had snuck off to focus on the trick side of trick or treating like he suspected, but he wasn't about to spend all night long playing detective out in the cold. He thought that if Oliver had egged or TPd some neighbour's house, he'd surely hear about it tomorrow, after a refreshing sleep. It appeared as if the joey needed the sleep just as badly as his father did, stumbling about and almost falling flat on his rear even when just standing still, needing the older kangaroo to swoop in and grab his hand, helping him stay upright as Cameron sighed, 
“Alright, buddy. I think it's about time we wrap this up. Let's go home and get some shuteye, you can enjoy your candy tomorrow.”
Waddling next to his dad, a bucket of candy in one hand, Oliver walked in a daze, making the man occasionally glance over with a weird look as the diaper stuffed under his superhero costume crinkled with every step. 

Walking his son down the street and back over to their home, trying to find out where the odd crinkling sounds were coming from the whole time, Cameron ushered the boy inside, kicking off his shoes and giving a tired huff as he scooped the joey into his arms, seeing that the kid seemed so tired he could barely even walk another step. Carrying Oliver in his lap, the man could feel something weird underneath the superhero onesie, like underwear but far too thick to be that, growing increasingly confused as he walked up the stairs, nudging the door open with his shoulder as he stepped into the boy's bedroom. Still hazy from the drugging, Oliver just groaned softly as he was laid down on his bed, closing his eyes with a small wince as he felt his sore tailhole, stinging badly even with the numbing effect of the drugs. Cameron reached and gently rolled his son over, zipping down the superhero costume as he smiled, 
“Let's just get this outfit off, and get you tucked in for the night, looks like the trick or treating really tuckered you out.”
Tugging the onesie down, Cameron felt something crinkling underneath, furrowing his brow as he rolled the outfit down to the cub's thighs, finding the diaper that Oliver had been put into, 
“What the…”
The man knew for certain that he hadn't put the diapers onto his son, and the joey himself wouldn't have had any reason to do so either, with Oliver having been potty trained and accident free for quite a few years now, leaving Cameron utterly confused as he stripped the Halloween costume off the rest of the way, gently plucking open the tape holding the padding on the cub. Unfolding the diaper, the kangaroo was shocked to find the inside of it utterly drenched with cum, soaking into the absorbent lining as more and more of it poured out of the kid's gaped open tailhole, still twitching from the abuse it had received earlier on during the night. Though taken back, Cameron couldn't take his eyes off of the stretched open pucker, one hand holding his son's knees apart as the strong and musky scent of another man's load wafted up into his nose, cum constantly pouring from the ruined asshole. Gritting his teeth, the dad felt his cock poking out of its sheath, stiffening in his pants as he stood still like a statue, just staring down at his raped kid, gulping as his breaths grew more rapid. It had been quite a while since he'd gotten laid, and the hole staring him in the face suddenly seemed very inviting, still dripping with the seed of its last user. He knew how wrong it was of course, especially with the softly moaning little boy being his own son, but on the other hand Oliver probably wouldn't even remember any of it come tomorrow morning. The man correctly guessed that the cub's grogginess wasn't just caused by lack of sleep, but by something that the joey’s rapist had dosed him with, leaving Cameron debating whether to take the golden opportunity handed to him or whether to listen to his morals, groaning as he slowly reached a hand down to his pants, the sound of a fly unzipping echoing around the house. 

Holding his breath, Cameron slowly got onto the little boy's bed and shuffled behind his son, grabbing the joey’s ankles and raising the kid's legs high up into the air, his cock pulled through the fly of his jeans, already rock hard and dripping with pre as he glared at the creampied and gaped hole with a hungry look. Groaning softly as his legs were raised up, the acrobatics causing some pressure on his belly, Oliver let out a tiny whimper as more cum poured out of his sore tailhole, splattering out in wet farts as his gut grumbled, spraying the white sticky goo out all over his dad's thighs. Only getting hornier from the lewd show, Cameron grit his teeth and tried to restrain himself at least slightly, resisting the urge to just slam his twitching cock into the ruined hole, his breath shivering as he ran his finger around the puffy rim of his son's asshole, wiping away some of the cum to get a better look at the bruised and stretched pucker, 
“Whoever it was, he really fucked up your hole…”
Another clench from the cub sent a glob of cum gushing out of the tailhole, accompanied by a gurgling fart, nearly making the man cum on the spot as he shivered, quickly planting his tip against the gaped entrance, wanting to get inside before he'd orgasm just from the sight and smell of it, knowing he probably wouldn't have the guts to go through with it if he wasn't as needy as he was right now. As the near constant flow of warm cum flowed over his cock, Cameron pushed inside of the joey, easily sliding inside thanks to the plentiful lubrication and stretching provided by the male that had previously fucked the boy, moaning as he sunk balls deep inside of the young kangaroo. Though drugged, the sensation of yet another hard shaft slamming into his aching and sensitive asshole was still enough to cause Oliver to yelp in pain, jerking around on the bed, tossing from side to side as his own father thrust inside of him, screaming and crying. With tears reappearing in his eyes, the boy tried to crawl away from the man, having absolutely no hope of escaping the clutches of the horny kangaroo, even weaker than usual with the drug coursing through his system and making everything feel like some sort of a dream, or a nightmare. Cameron grunted as his entire shaft disappeared up the boy's rear, still plenty tight enough to make him see starts even with the gaping the cub had gone through, the man's maw hanging open as the hole twitched and spasmed around his girth, like it was trying to milk him dry. Hugging the joey’s legs, keeping them up to leave Oliver’s tailhole fully exposed, the father mercilessly pounded away at the tender and bruised asshole, ignoring his child's screams of agony as he panted, making the bed rock and the springs squeak as he treated the boy's ruined tailhole like his ex-wife's pussy.

Pinning the joey down against the bed, huffing and puffing like a steam engine as the tiny kangaroo’s wails filled the room, Cameron slammed into the already gaped hole again and again, cramming his cock into the boy without slowing down for even a second, hammering the cub mercilessly as his son cried. Even when on the very verge of climax, the man kept thrusting like a well-oiled machine, not stopping for anything, fucking the boy all through his orgasm, pushing his cum deeper into the tailhole as his load flushed out much of the previous rapist's seed. With a big pool of cum accumulating under Oliver’s rear, flooding the bed and drooling onto the open diaper underneath him, the joey trembled, eyes rolling back as he felt himself being creampied once more, his toes curling from the sensation of the hot load gushing up his asshole, filling him to the brim. Panting, Cameron pulled out the cub, letting go and watching as Oliver went utterly limp, both males breathing hard as cum oozed out the pucker that seemed stretched out enough to almost fit an adult fist inside. Realising what he'd done, the man thought it was best if he got the cub's tailhole cleaned out, not wanting his or anyone else's seed to be left inside come tomorrow morning when the boy would be stirring from the drugged up stupor, just in case. Leaving the joey to pant on the bed, Cameron looked around the house for something to help clean the kid out, stepping into the bathroom and opening up the medicine cabinet, spotting a small box of glycerin suppositories. Though they were intended for use on adults, the kangaroo thought that the stronger effect would at least flush the boy out thoroughly, grabbing one of the small bottles and heading back to his son's room. Cameron sat down next to the gasping cub, rolling Oliver onto his side and pushing his knees up to meet his chest, opening up the cap and pushing the nozzle of the suppository into the loose hole, giving it a squeeze to shoot in the oily liquid. Oliver grimaced as he felt the cool glycerin rushing up his tailhole, wriggling around as his dad pulled the bottle out, quickly rolling him back onto his back and strapping the very soggy diaper around him once more, wanting it to catch the mess that'd soon present itself. 

Wriggling around on the bed, holding his grumbling belly as he whimpered softly, Oliver began feeling the suppository starting to work its magic only minutes after it had been squirted inside of him, the little joey’s guts churning as he felt a growing pressure inside of him, too weak to do much besides just lay there and let the unavoidable happen. With bated breath, Cameron watched as the little kangaroo doubled over, the cub's tail raising up with a whine as a gurgle suddenly erupted from Oliver’s bottom, the taped on diaper swelling up as a big load of mushy cub muck spilled out from the boy's ruined tailhole, mud made only that much less solid by all of the cum that was mixed in with it. Staring at his son soiling the diaper, his dick still hanging out, Cameron shivered as he noticed that he was as hard as diamonds once again, excited over the dirty spectacle. Kneeling beside the joey, keeping Oliver on his side with his knees up to leave his padded rump sticking out, the man grabbed his hair and shoved the throbbing cock against his lips, barely needing any coercing to make the cub open up wide, already well aware of how that particular game worked. Cameron shoved his cock inside the boy's muzzle, both kangaroos moaning, though because of very different reasons, as the man watched his son filling the diaper all the way to the very brim, wet farts and gurgles keeping him worked up. Cameron laid a hand on the joey’s flank, fondling the bulging padding around the cub's rear as he fucked Oliver’s face, feeling how it puffed up more and more with every load of dung the kid was pushing out, and how it squished around as he gave it a squeeze, surprised by just how incredibly titillating he found the sight of a drugged up little boy blowing up a diaper like this. Unable to stop the torrent of scat barreling out of his tailhole, the pain of his sore rump made that much worse by the way his pucker was flexing and contracting due to the intense bowel movement the laxative had induced, whimpering against his dad's cock as he strained for breath in the few occasions when the man would pull out of his maw for just a couple of seconds. 

Humping the little joey’s face like a feral dog with a bitch in heat, panting hard enough for his tongue to hang down the side of his muzzle, Cameron ignored his son's coughing and gagging from his cock tunnelling down the boy's throat, all of his focus instead concentrated on the ballooning diaper. Rubbing and massaging the bulging padding on the cub's backside, the man felt the pile inside mushing and squelching as he groped it, even giving it a few soft slaps as he moaned. Emptying his guts out into the diaper against his wishes, feeling it fill up with a warm mixture of his own shit and the cum pumped deep inside of him by two men, Oliver wriggled around in his dad's grasp, gurgling precum as he gasped for air, tears flowing down his cheeks without any sounds of sobbing due to his airway being blocked up by a throbbing manhood. Without any warning to the boy, Cameron suddenly let out a loud grunt as his dick twitched, his sack tightening up as he emptied a second load inside of his son, feeling just as big for both sides as the first one he'd pumped into the kid's rear. Choking on the torrent of cum flooding down his gullet, alternating between coughing it up and swallowing it down with neither seeming to make much of an impact on letting him breathe better, Oliver struggled to cling on and not pass out as his father moaned over him, kicking and wriggling around, a few final spurts of mud splattering into his diapers, emptying out his dad's first load while taking in the second at the same time. Panting, Cameron pulled out of the boy with a big smile, wiping the joey’s drool off on Oliver’s own muzzle before taking one last look at the filled up diaper, giving it a quick squeeze before grabbing the boy's blanket. Left in the diaper overnight in case he had any more filling still left in his guts, Oliver was already half-asleep as his dad tucked him into bed, passing out as soon as the man walked out of his room, exhausted and loopy from the drugs still. What the little kangaroo didn't see was Cameron immediately heading for the computer, opening up a web browser as he smirked, typing in his search query, 
“Diapers, 5 yo.”
Opening up the first web store he saw, the man immediately added a pack of the diapers into his shopping cart, thinking that they'd need plenty more in the coming days.