Your eyes snap open, disoriented. You're lying on your back in a dark, dank cave, surrounded by heaps of treasure. A colossal male dragon looms over you, his wings casting the chamber in eerie shadows. "Well, well, well," he drawls, amused. "Look what I found." He leans down, studying you with one glimmering emerald eye. "You are mine now, faggot. Part of my hoard." The words are like a slap to the face, but you can't deny the thrill that runs through you at his possessive claim.

You look around, taking in your surroundings. The cave is enormous, filled with piles of gold, jewels, and other precious items. In the center, a large heap of cloth catches your eye. As you focus on it, you realize it's a pile of diapers. Your heart skips a beat.

The dragon notices your fascination and chuckles. "Oh, don't worry," he says, waving a claw dismissively. "You'll find out soon enough why they're here." He leans in closer, his hot breath washing over your face. "But first, let me show you how much I love diapers..."

As if to emphasize his point, the dragon produces a massive, jeweled diaper from the folds of his wings. It's larger than you are, and sparkles in the dim light of the cave. He tosses it casually onto the heap of cloth beside you, causing a cloud of dust to rise into the air.

You feel a mixture of awe and arousal well up inside you. This dragon is unlike anything you've ever encountered before. He's powerful, ancient, and incredibly kinky. And it seems like he has a special place in his heart for diapers. The thought of being owned by him, wearing these diapers, and being used to satisfy his every whim is strangely thrilling.

As the dragon's hot breath washes over you, you can't help but inhale sharply. It smells like... baby powder. It's a strange, intoxicating scent that fills your nose and makes your head spin. He leans down even closer, until his snout is almost touching yours. "Do you know what this means?" he whispers, his voice like velvet over steel. "It means I'm going to make you smell just like a baby again."

Before you can react, his tongue darts out and licks your neck. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his saliva soaks into your skin. It's almost like a drug, making you feel lightheaded and giddy. The dragon chuckles, clearly pleased with your response. "That's right," he says, his voice now husky with desire. "I'm going to make you my little diaper faggot."

As his words sink in, you feel another surge of arousal course through your veins. This dragon isn't just using you for sex; he's turning you into something else entirely. You're becoming his plaything, his baby, his diaper faggot. And the more he changes you, the more you want it.

The ache in your bowels grows stronger, demanding to be relieved. You're not entirely sure how to deal with this new sensation, but you trust that the dragon will take care of you. You glance up at him, hoping he'll understand what you need.

He does. The dragon chuckles darkly, a low rumble that vibrates through your entire body. "Well, well, well," he drawls, "looks like our little diaper faggot needs a change." With a powerful motion, he scoops you up in his claws, carrying you over to the heap of diapers.

As you're placed on top of the soft, powdery surface, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. The dragon chuckles again, amused by your reaction. He begins to undress you, slowly and methodically, revealing your cartoon printed briefs. With a controlled flame breath, he burns them off your body, leaving you unharmed. You feel the heat wash over you, and a thrill of excitement runs down your spine.

The dragon grins, revealing a set of sharp, pointed teeth. "Ah, there you are," he says, reaching for a fresh diaper. He carefully lifts your legs up, lifting your lower body from the cool stone floor, and slides the diaper underneath you. You feel the soft material against your bare skin, and it's almost as if you're being enveloped in a warm hug. He gently tapes the diaper in place, securing it around your waist.

As he finishes, the dragon leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "There you go, sweetie," he whispers, "all nice and snug in your big, soft diaper." He runs a claw over your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Now, why don't you just relax and enjoy the feel of it?"

Your bowels begin to ache, a familiar feeling that you haven't experienced in quite some time. As you focus on it, the ache intensifies, becoming almost unbearable. You glance around, wondering if the dragon has noticed your discomfort. His attention seems to be elsewhere, but you can't help but hope that he'll take care of you soon.

You feel the first log begin to press into your diaper, but you try to hold it back. The dragon seems engrossed in something else, and you don't want to disturb him. Your body trembles as the urge to relieve yourself grows stronger. The sensation is both uncomfortable and exhilarating; it's as if your entire being is focused on this one need.

You feel the dragon's eyes on you, studying your every movement. His gaze is intense, almost predatory. You wonder what he's thinking, what he wants you to do. You feel the second log begin to form, pressing against your full bowels. The pressure is becoming unbearable, and you know you can't hold it back much longer.

The dragon steps closer, his hot breath fanning across your face. "Go on," he whispers, his voice low and sultry. "Let it out. Give daddy your big, stinky mess." The word "daddy" sends a shiver down your spine, and your body trembles with the effort to contain itself.

You feel your muscles tensing, preparing to release the pressure building inside you. The dragon watches intently, his amber eyes boring into yours. You can't meet his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. With a small whimper, you begin to push, feeling the warmth spread across your diaper as your first log is released.

The dragon growls in approval, a low rumble that vibrates through your body. "Good boy," he says, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "That's it, let it all out for daddy." You feel another wave of heat building inside you, and you know there's more to come. The dragon's touch is both comforting and arousing, and it's hard to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through you.

With a small cry, you push out the second log, feeling relief wash over you as it's released into your diaper. The dragon's claw continues to stroke your cheek, his touch both tender and possessive. You look up at him, your eyes wide with wonder and desire. He smiles down at you, his amber eyes sparkling with amusement and lust.

The diaper is quickly becoming heavy with your mess, but you don't want to stop now. You feel another wave of pressure building inside you, and you know you have more to give. The dragon seems to sense this as well, and he steps back, giving you some space to continue. His gaze never leaves you, though, and you can feel the intensity of his focus even from across the room.

As you push out the third log, your muscles strain against the confines of the diaper. The warmth spreads outwards, soaking into the soft fabric and filling the room with the pungent aroma of your mess. You feel a twinge of embarrassment, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the thrill of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of the dragon.

The dragon chuckles softly, his amber eyes gleaming with delight. "That's it, my sweet little baby," he coos. "Just let it all out for daddy." He steps closer, his hot breath fanning across your face, and begins to rub your belly in soothing circles. The sensation is both comforting and arousing, sending shivers down your spine.

As you release the fourth and final log into your soiled diaper, you feel a sense of accomplishment and relief wash over you. The dragon's touch becomes more possessive, his claws digging gently into your flesh as he continues to massage your abdomen. "That's my good boy," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "You've made such a big mess for daddy."

You can feel your mind beginning to slip away, becoming foggy and distant. It's as if the dragon's power is seeping into your very being, altering your perception of reality. The world around you seems to fade, leaving only his amber eyes and the scent of your combined musk. Your limbs feel heavy and numb, and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

As the last vestiges of consciousness slip away, you feel a warmth spread through your lower body. It's a sensation you've felt many times before, but never like this. It's as if your bladder has been replaced by a never-ending fountain of urine, pouring forth uncontrollably. You try to resist, to hold back, but it's useless. You're at the dragon's mercy, and he wants you to release yourself fully.

Your diaper is instantly soaked, the hot liquid spilling over the sides and pooling on the floor. The diaper is already heavy with your mess, and now it's becoming unbearably tight and constricting. You feel the dragon's claws digging into your hips, holding you in place as you struggle against the intense sensations. He growls with amusement, his hot breath fanning across your exposed skin.

"That's it, my little slut," he purrs. "Let daddy feel every drop." His claws move lower, teasing at the hem of your diaper, and then with a sharp tug, he pulls it roughly to the side, exposing your wet, throbbing cock. "Oh, you've been such a naughty boy. You're going to need a good cleaning."  

The dragons eyes begin to glow as he laughs maliciously. Symbols start to form in the air. And although you can’t understand them, your body does.

The first symbol is like a bolt of lightning, striking directly between your legs. Your cock jerks violently, spurting hot pre cum into your diaper. The sensation is overwhelming, intense, and entirely out of your control. You arch your back, gasping for breath as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

The second symbol is more subtle, but its effects are no less profound. It feels as if a cold, wet cloth has been wrapped around your mind, slowly but surely scrubbing away at your thoughts, memories, and sense of self. You feel a sharp pang of loss as each thought slips away, leaving you more confused and disoriented than before. Your vision blurs, and your hearing becomes muffled. You are no longer the man who stood before the dragon, but a helpless, infantile creature at his mercy.

The third symbol is like a tidal wave, crashing over you and dragging you under. It feels as if the very essence of the dragon's desires has been poured into your soul. You feel an overwhelming urge to obey, to serve, and to please. Your body becomes pliant and submissive, arching instinctively into the dragon's touch. The symbol is a constant reminder of his dominance, his power over you.

The fourth symbol is a blend of pain and pleasure, a reminder of the punishments that await you if you ever dare to disobey. It stings as it etches itself into your flesh, but the discomfort is tempered by the knowledge that it means the dragon still cares for you, still sees something worthwhile in you. You feel a newfound sense of purpose, of belonging to something greater than yourself.

The dragon steps back, regarding you with a satisfied smile. He has changed you, molded you into the perfect little diapered slave. Your body aches from the physical exertion and the strange sensations coursing through you, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You are his now, and you will serve him faithfully for the rest of your days.

Satisfied, the dragon grabs you by the shoulders and takes you to cribs and locks you in it. You are left alone in your soiled diaper before the dragon comes back holding on of his own older wet diapers.

"Here you go, my little slut. This should keep you company until it's time for your next change." He chuckles darkly. "Don't worry, I've made sure it's just as wet and messy as you like." He unwraps the old garment and proceeds to wrap it around your head. 

You feel the rough fabric of the diaper pressed against your face, the dampness seeping through the cloth and chilling your skin. The dragon's breath tickles the hairs on the back of your neck as he leans in close, his hot, reeking breath filling your nostrils. It's a strange sensation, like you're being suffocated by a soiled diaper, but somehow it feels right. You inhale deeply, the smell of urine and feces filling your lungs, and you can't help but feel a twinge of arousal.

The dragon steps back, watching you with a satisfied grin. "There now, my little diapered slave. You look so cute like that." His claws trail down your chest, teasing at the waistband of your diaper. "And I think you'll be plenty warm enough now. Isn't that right?" He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear.

You nod weakly, your neck straining against the confines of the diaper. You can feel the symbol the dragon etched into your flesh, a constant reminder of your place in his world. It throbs gently, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You wonder how much time passes before the dragon returns to change you. It could be hours, or it could be days. All you know is that you belong to him now, and you will serve him faithfully until the end.

You are left here. Waiting for the dragon to return. You eventually pass out. Waking up you find nothing has changed, except the diaper wrapped around your head smelling worse and worse, and your own diaper getting fuller and fuller. Hunger and thirst gnaw at you. But you don't dare to make any noise. The dragon might hear you and punish you.

Time passes. Days become weeks, weeks become months. You lose track of it all. All you know is that you are here, in this crib, your life reduced to the confines of your soiled diaper and the stench that fills the air around you. Your body aches from being in the same position for so long, your muscles weak from lack of movement. You dream of being free, of feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin and the softness of clean, dry bedding beneath you. But you know it's a foolish dream. You are the dragon's now, and you will remain here until he decides otherwise.

One day, the dragon finally returns. He enters the chamber with a gleam in his eye, his claws clicking against the floor. He approaches you slowly, his massive form casting a shadow over your tiny form. "Ah, my little slave," he rasps. "I see you've been a good boy and waited patiently for me." He reaches down and roughly grips your shoulder, pulling you roughly from the crib. "Time for a change, don't you think?"

He carries you back to his lair, his grip firm but not painful. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he whispers darkly, "I have plans for you, my little pet. Plans that will make you serve me even more faithfully than you have so far."

The dragon lays you down on a cold stone table, and you feel the cold air brush against your naked body as he removes the soiled diaper from your head. You cough and sputter, trying to breathe in the fresh air, but it's still tinged with the scent of urine and feces. The dragon doesn't seem to mind.

He stands over you, his massive form blocking out the dim light from the torches. His claws dig into your shoulders as he roughly rolls you onto your stomach. "I think it's time for a little... modification," he says, his voice a low growl. "Something to make you even more useful to me." He trails his claws down your back, and you feel a stinging sensation as they pierce your skin.

You try to scream, but the sound is muffled by the gag in your mouth. The dragon chuckles darkly. "That's right, my little pet. You'll have no need for your useless voice from now on. It'll only serve to distract me from my work."

His claws dig deeper into your flesh, and you feel a strange, tingling sensation spread through your body. He seems to be working on your spine, carefully severing nerves with each precise slash. You can feel your control over your bladder and bowels slipping away with each passing moment.

The dragon steps back, admiring his handiwork. "There we go," he says with a satisfied smile. "No more need for those bothersome functions. You're all mine now, body and soul." He chuckles darkly, his hot breath washing over your back. "I think I'll call you... Toilet." 

The dragon commands your body to magically open its mouth and take his whole cock. Your body obeys, feeling the head of his cock press against the back of your throat, forcing its way past your gag reflex. He begins to thrust, his hips slapping against your back as he fucks your throat. The air in your lungs is forced out by the intrusion, leaving you gasping and choking on the cock in your mouth. Your head feels like it's going to explode as the dragon fucks your throat harder and harder, the claws digging into your shoulders digging deeper and deeper.

You feel a warmth spreading down your throat, and realize it's his piss. The dragon is pissing down your throat as he fucks your mouth. You try to gag, but it only makes it worse. His cock twitches inside you, and a moment later, you feel his hot seed shoot down your throat. He pulls out, still pissing, and lets your head fall back to the cold stone table. You gag and cough, trying to expel the taste of his piss and cum from your mouth.

The dragon chuckles darkly. "There now, my little toilet," he says, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" He grabs a basin of water and pours it over your head, washing away the remaining traces of his seed and urine. "I think it's time for you to serve your true purpose."

He leads you over to a large chamber in the depths of his lair, its walls lined with stone bowls filled with various fluids. "This is where you'll spend most of your time," he says, gesturing around the room. "You're going to be quite useful here, my little pet."

The dragon brings you to a bowl filled with a steaming green liquid, and holds your head over it. "Drink," he commands. You feel his hot breath on your ear as you open your mouth and begin to swallow the foul-smelling liquid. It burns its way down your throat, searing your insides as it goes. You cough and gag, trying to expel it from your lungs, but the dragon holds you firmly in place.

"That's right," he says, his voice a low growl, "you'll have to get used to that. This is the first of many potions I'm going to force down your throat. They'll make you more obedient, more subservient to my will. And they'll make sure that whatever comes out of your body is pure, unadulterated shit." He lets you go, and you fall to your knees, gasping for air.

The dragon walks around the chamber, examining his collection of bowls. "You'll be drinking this one every day," he says, pointing to a bowl filled with a dark, viscous liquid, "it's a laxative. This one," he continues, indicating a bowl of a clear, sparkling liquid, "is an enema. And this one," he says, gesturing to a bowl of a vile-smelling green slime, "is a potion that will make sure your waste is as toxic and repulsive as possible."

He leads you over to a bowl filled with a steaming brown liquid, and holds your head over it. "Drink," he commands. You feel your stomach churn as the foul-smelling liquid hits the back of your throat. It's even worse than the first potion, burning its way down your throat and into your gut. You retch and cough, trying desperately to expel the liquid, but the dragon holds you in place until you've swallowed every last drop.

"That's it," he says, sounding satisfied. "That potion will make sure your shit is as disgusting and toxic as possible. Now, let's see how it works." He guides you to a small chamber in the corner of the room, where a shallow basin awaits. "Bend over," he commands, and you obey, feeling the cold stone press against your knees.  

The rumbling in your gut ominously prophesizes the on coming accident. Your insides twist and writhe, preparing to expel the toxic mess that now makes up your innards. You feel hot, wet heat gathering at your asshole, threatening to break free and soil the cold stone floor beneath you. A shudder runs through your body as the pressure becomes too much, and your sphincter muscles give way, releasing a torrent of foul-smelling shit into the basin. It's everything the dragon could have hoped for: thick, dark brown liquid speckled with black and green chunks that reek of rot and decay. You moan and whimper pathetically as your body continues to expel the vile substance, unable to control the disgusting mess now pouring out of you.

The dragon watches with a mixture of amusement and disgust as your body forces out the contents of its twisted insides. He reaches down and lifts the basin, bringing it closer to his nose. He inhales deeply, savoring the foul stench of your waste. "Excellent," he growls. "You're perfecting your role as my shit toilet, just as I had hoped." He drops the basin, the revolting contents splashing against the cold stone, and leads you back to the chamber where you'll continue to be fed his potions and forced to empty your filthy insides. "Now," he says, his voice taking on a more commanding tone, "I want you to think about how grateful you are for this role. How much you enjoy being my little shit toilet. And how much of an honor it will be to eat your shit.

"Yes, that's right," he continues, seeing the confusion in your eyes. "You'll also be eating your own shit. This potion I'm about to give you will make your taste buds more receptive to the disgusting flavors in your waste. You'll be able to taste all the rot and decay that comes out of your body. And you'll find that it's quite...satisfying." He holds out a bowl filled with a thick, grayish liquid. "Drink this," he commands.

You hesitate for a moment, the repulsive thought of consuming your own waste making you want to gag. But the dragon's cold, emotionless gaze forces you to take the bowl and drink the foul liquid. It coats your tongue and fills your mouth, leaving a vile aftertaste that makes you want to puke. But somehow, the dragon's presence keeps you from retching, and you swallow every last drop.

The dragon nods in satisfaction. "Good. Now, go back to your chamber and wait for your next meal. And remember, the next time you feel the urge to use the bathroom, think about how lucky you are to be able to taste the filth that comes out of your body. It's a privilege, not a curse."  

He takes you back to your crib. The soft, fluffy mattress beneath you is almost comforting, a stark contrast to the cold stone floor of the chamber. You feel the bars of the crib press against your skin, a constant reminder of your captivity. The dragon locks the crib and leaves you alone for the night.

As you lie there, you can't help but think about the events that transpired earlier. The potion, the disgusting things you've eaten, and the even more revolting things you've been forced to expel from your body. The thought of tasting your own waste fills you with revulsion, but at the same time, there's a strange, twisted part of you that finds it...arousing. You close your eyes, trying to escape the conflicting emotions churning within you.

You wake up the next morning in another soiled diaper. Your own arousal getting the better of you. You attempt to rub one out in your diaper, but the dragon comes in and catches you. He yells, out an arcane command and your body freezes up. He then pulls the diaper off and reveals your pathetic little cock.  

“Even for one of my slaves, that is far to big”, he stated as he looked at your pathetic little cock, before giving it a disgusted look. He then picked you up, diaper and all, and took you to the chamber where you are kept. There, he ties you to a post, forcing you to stand up, your body exposed and vulnerable. He removes your diaper and binds your hands above your head, leaving you completely at his mercy.

"Now," he growls, "I want you to think about how much you enjoy being my toilet. How much you enjoy tasting your own waste. And how much you want to please me. The more you think about it, the more aroused you'll become." He paces around you, his long, powerful strides eating up the distance between them. "And when you're ready," he continues, his voice taking on a husky quality, "you may use your mouth to pleasure yourself."

He grabs a set of rings. One that has to straps of leather attached, the other plain. The ring with the straps is tied around your head, the ring gag fitting perfectly in your mouth. The second ring, he places over your cock. As the ring is lowered though, your cock seems to vanish, only to come out of the ring in your mouth.

"Now," he says, his voice a low growl, "you can use your mouth as much as you like, but only to pleasure yourself. And remember, each time you taste yourself, you're only proving how much of a filthy, disgusting toilet you really are."

As the dragon begins to piss, his hot urine pours over your body, washing away the last vestiges of your dignity. It's like being bathed in warm honey, each drop tickling your skin as it runs down your chest and stomach, pooling around your cock. You open your mouth, feeling the urge to taste yourself building inside you, and slowly, carefully, you take your cock into your mouth. The head of your cock presses against the back of your throat, and for a moment, you're afraid you'll choke. But the dragon's voice commands you to relax, to let go, to give in to your desires. And so you do.

As you begin to suck on yourself, you can feel your arousal building, a tightness in your stomach and a tingling between your legs. You close your eyes, focusing on the sensation of your own flesh sliding past your tongue, the salty taste of your pre-cum mixing with your own urine. You can almost imagine that it's someone else's cock, someone you desire, someone you want to please. The fantasy helps to push you over the edge, and with a sharp cry, you orgasm, your cock throbbing in your mouth as your seed shoots out, filling your mouth and dripping down your chin. 

The cum doesn’t stop though. More and more cum shoots down your throat. And with each spurt of your own cum, you can’t help but feel like your cock is shrinking.

The dragon finally stops pissing, his cock now soft and flaccid. He unties the ring gag from your head, allowing you to breathe in great, ragged gasps. "That was good," he says with a satisfied smile, running his claws through your hair. "You're such a disgusting, filthy toilet."

You feel drained, emotionally and physically. Your cock, once hard and proud, now feels small and pathetic. You try to will it to grow, to regain its former size, but it's no use. The dragon must have shrunk it while you were sucking on yourself.

The dragon chuckles and leans in, running his claw over your now tiny cock. "Look at that," he says with a mix of amusement and disgust. "Pathetic little thing. Almost makes me want to let you keep it." He grins, showing his sharp, jagged teeth. "Almost."

He leads you back to the bed, ordering you to lie down on your stomach once more. You obey, feeling defeated and humiliated. As you lie there, waiting for whatever new torment he has in store for you, you can't help but feel the weight of his words about your cock. It's no longer just a tool to be used and discarded, but a part of you that has been forever changed.

The dragon kneels between your legs, running his claws over your ass before grabbing hold of your hips. He pulls you back, exposing your tiny, pathetic cock to his gaze. "Look at this pathetic thing," he growls, amusement laced with disgust. "It's barely bigger than a toddlers."

He picks up a ruler from the nightstand and lines it up against your cock, measuring its length with an unimpressed expression. "Two inches," he mutters, shaking his head. "That's barely enough to stretch a condom. You're lucky I don't just chop it off and flush it down the toilet."

The dragon's words cut deep, and you feel a fresh stab of humiliation as he continues to toy with your tiny, deflated cock. He grips it roughly in his claws, squeezing until tears well up in your eyes. "Maybe I'll keep it like this," he muses, his voice dark and menacing. "As a reminder of what happens to pathetic, worthless creatures like you who cross me."

He lets go of your cock, standing up and towering over you. You feel small and vulnerable beneath his gaze, like a helpless animal at his mercy. He reaches down and roughly yanks your arms above your head, binding them together with a length of rough rope. The bindings cut into your wrists, but you barely register the pain. All you can focus on is the feeling of your helplessness, the knowledge that you are completely at his mercy.

The dragon picks up a large, soiled diaper from the floor and brings it over to you. He roughly lifts your hips, positioning your tiny, shrunken cock and balls into the center of the diaper. With a grunt, he pulls the diaper up, securing it around your waist. It's tight and uncomfortable, rubbing against your skin and muffling your cries. "There," he says with a satisfied smile. "That should keep your pathetic little thing nice and safe."

He takes a step back, admiring his handiwork. "Now, let's see how well you like my special treat." He picks up the bowl of his shit, the contents glistening in the dim light of the room. Without warning, he thrusts a spoonful of the steaming feces into your mouth. The taste is revolting, like rancid meat and sulfur all mixed together. You gag, struggling against the bindings that hold your arms above your head.

As you choke down the feces-laced meal, you feel your mind begin to unravel. The dragon's shit is laced with some sort of potion, and it's having a strange effect on your thoughts. Colors seem to fade in and out, and time seems to slow down. You feel detached from your own body, as if you're watching everything that's happening from a distance.

The dragon watches you with amusement, pleased to see the effect his concoction is having on you. He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "You see, my little pet," he whispers, "this is what happens when you cross me. I can make you my slave, my toy. I can control your mind, your body. There's no escape from me."

He spoon-feeds you another helping of his shit, this time mixed with a different potion. This time, colors seem to swirl and shift before your eyes, making the world around you appear dreamlike and surreal. You feel your thoughts becoming more and more disjointed, your sense of self beginning to slip away.

As you struggle against your bindings, the dragon unzips his pants and frees his massive cock. It towers over you, thick and veiny, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He positions himself between your spread legs, grinning down at you with a mixture of lust and amusement. "Now," he says, his voice a low growl, "let's see if you can please your master."

He forces your mouth open, shoving his cock down your throat. You gag and choke as he thrusts deeper, filling your mouth with the thick, hot flesh. You can taste blood and the salty residue of his semen as he fucks your face, using your throat like a personal fuckhole. The dragon's powerful thrusts reverberate through your body, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through you.

You feel your body begin to respond to his assault, your muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his movements. You can feel the dragon's strength and dominance, the raw power that he holds over you. You try to struggle against him, but it's useless. He's too strong, too skilled. All you can do is submit to his will, take his cock deep into your throat and try to please him in any way you can.

The taste of his flesh, the sensation of his thick shaft stretching your throat - it's all so overwhelming, so intense. You can feel your lungs burning, your chest aching from the lack of air, but you can't bring yourself to stop. You're addicted to the feeling of being used, of being owned by this monstrous creature.

The dragon's movements grow more urgent, his thrusts harder and faster. You can feel his hot cum boiling up inside you, threatening to spill down your throat. You struggle to contain it, to keep him satisfied, even as your own body begins to protest. Your vision blurs and your muscles quiver with the effort of holding back the inevitable.

But the dragon is relentless. His cock pulses, spewing hot cum down your throat in a thick, salty wave. You feel it filling your mouth, running down your chin, dripping onto your chest. You swallow as much as you can, but there's too much. It feels like your stomach is going to burst.

As the last of his cum is swallowed, the dragon pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. You feel drained, both physically and mentally. He studies you for a moment, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light. Then, with a satisfied smirk, he releases you from the bindings that held your arms above your head.

The dragon takes your limp body back to the crib. He wraps a soiled diaper, filled with shit, around your head. “A midnight snack if you get hungry” he laughs maliciously. He shuts off all the lights leaving you in the dark to pass out.

When you finally come to, you realize you're back in your crib, lying on your back. The dragon has untied you from the St. Andrew's cross and replaced it with a low, padded table. You feel something hard and cold pressing against your ass cheeks. You try to move, but you're strapped down tightly.

He enters the room, a wicked grin on his face. "Time for round two," he says, his voice dripping with malice. You whimper in fear and humiliation as he undoes his pants once more, freeing his massive cock. It's already half-hard, leaking pre-cum onto your lower back.

The dragon straddles your hips, his weight pinning you to the table. He guides his cock to your entrance, positioning himself for penetration. You feel a sting as he breaches your body, forcing himself inside you. He begins to thrust, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks with each stroke. You grit your teeth, determined not to show any signs of pleasure despite the intense pain and pleasure that surges through you.

But the dragon is not so easily fooled. He leans down, his hot breath fanning across your neck. "Don't fight it, my pet," he growls. "Embrace it." And with that, he picks up the pace, fucking you harder and faster. You feel your body begin to respond, your muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts. The pain gives way to a strange sort of ecstasy, and you realize that you want this, you need this to happen.

As he pounds into you, the dragon's cum begins to mix with your own, creating a potent brew that courses through your veins. You feel your bones begin to shift, your skin grow scaly. Your vision blurs as your eyes take on a reptilian cast. You struggle to breathe as your chest expands, your lungs stretching to accommodate the new shape of your ribcage.

The dragon senses the transformation taking hold, and he picks up the pace, fucking you harder than ever. His cock feels like it's on fire, burning through you as you slowly but surely become more like him. You can feel your wings unfolding from your back, stretching and cracking as they take their final shape. Your tail lashes wildly, slapping against the table beneath you.

The room grows hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and magic. The dragon's thrusts become erratic, fueled by the knowledge that you're changing right before his eyes. He grunts and groans, the sound reverberating through your body, helping to push you over the edge.

Your transformation is almost complete. Your wings flap weakly, testing their strength, as your hind legs stretch and lengthen, becoming more like a dragon's. You feel the last vestiges of humanity slip away, replaced by a newfound sense of power and dominance.

The dragon reaches his climax, his cock pulsing inside you as he unleashes a torrent of hot seed. With each spurt, you feel years fall away, your youth restored as you become more and more like him. Your skin sheds its last traces of humanity, revealing a sleek, scaly hide that glistens in the light. You’re receding back into your guns. Your muscles atrophied to infancy.

Finally, it's over. The dragon slumps forward, his weight pressing down on your chest, his hot breath fanning across your scaly skin. You feel a sense of calm. Before it hits you. He took everything from you. Your control. Your adult hood. Your voice. You were just a baby for him to toy with. Fuck. And command.

You hear the dragon chuckle softly, his breath tickling your ear. "There now, pet. You're all mine now." He leans back, his gaze raking over your body. You feel a stab of shame as you realize how pathetic you must look, curled up on the cold, hard floor in just a diaper. He reaches down, running a clawed finger down your spine before cupping your tiny cock and balls in his palm. "And you're all mine," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to punish."

The dragon stands, lifting you up in one fluid motion. You dangle from his massive hand, helpless and exposed. He carries you over to a large cage in the corner of the room, setting you down inside with a clang. The cage is bare except for a soft blanket and a bottle of milk. "This is where you belong, my little pet," he says, his voice echoing through the bars. "You're nothing but an animal now, a beast to be tamed and trained."

He unfastens your diaper, revealing your tiny, helpless form to him. "Now, let's see if you remember how to use this," he says, lifting your tiny cock and balls into his scaled palm. He strokes you gently, and you feel a familiar tug in your groin. "That's right, pet. You remember." He rubs you harder, and you arch your back, letting out a soft whine. The dragon chuckles darkly, amused by your response. "You're such a dirty little boy."

With one swift motion, he brings his free hand down, wrapping it around your throat. You feel your air cut off, and your eyes go wide. "No," he growls, his voice deep and menacing. "You don't come until I say you can." He squeezes harder, and your vision begins to blur. You can feel yourself on the verge of blacking out, but he doesn't let up. You thrash weakly, helplessly, as he continues to choke you.

Finally, he releases you, letting your air rush back in with a ragged gasp. You cough and wheeze, your vision still spinning. "Better?" he asks, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Now, why don't you show me how much you want that release?" He stokes your cock again, harder this time, and you feel yourself start to respond. "That's it," he says, his voice growing darker. "Cum for me."

Your body tenses, and you feel the familiar sensation of release building inside you. You come, spurting your seed across the bars of the cage, the hot liquid splashing against your chest and belly. The dragon watches you with a satisfied smirk, his clawed hand still wrapped around your throat. "That's a good boy," he croons, his voice almost loving. "Now, go back to sleep."

You collapse, exhausted, onto the soft blanket in the bottom of the cage. Your limbs feel like lead as you drift off, your body still tingling from the orgasm and the dragon's rough handling.

The next thing you know, you're being roughly woken up by the dragon's clawed hand. You yelp, startled, as he lifts you out of the cage. "Time to play, pet," he growls, carrying you over to a large wooden table in the center of the room. "Today, we're going to see just how much you've learned."

He lays you down on your stomach, your arms and legs spread-eagled across the table. He runs his clawed finger down your spine, making you shiver, before circling your tiny cock and balls with his thumb and forefinger. "Do you remember what happens when I do this?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.

You nod, knowing all too well the answer. He squeezes harder, and you feel a familiar tug in your groin. "That's right," he growls, his claws digging into your flesh. "You like this, don't you?You like it when I hurt you." He increases the pressure, causing you to arch your back in pain and pleasure. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispers, his hot breath tickling your neck. "A worthless piece of meat, to be used and abused at my whim."

With one swift motion, he pulls your hips back, spreading your legs even wider. You feel something cold and hard press against your anus, and you tense up, anticipating the pain. "No," he says, "you're not ready for that. Not yet." Instead, he thrusts his clawed finger inside you, pushing past your sphincter. You cry out, feeling the invasion of your most private place.

The dragon begins to stroke you, his finger moving in and out of you in a cruel mockery of pleasure. He leans over, his hot breath tickling your ear. "You're so tight," he growls, "so perfect for me." He speeds up his movements, and you feel your body begin to respond, despite yourself. "You're such a dirty little thing," he whispers, "so desperate for me."

As he continues to finger you, you feel a strange sensation building inside you. The potion the dragon used as lube is starting to take effect, making your insides slick and warm. You can't help but moan, the pleasure overwhelming your pain. "That's it," he hisses, his claws digging deeper into your flesh. "Let go."

You feel your body begin to relax, giving in to the sensation. The dragon thrusts his finger harder, faster, reaching deeper inside you with each stroke. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You like being taken, used by me." You nod, unable to form words as the sensation spirals out of control.

The dragon pulls his finger free, leaving you aching for more. He leans over, his hot breath on your neck. "Now," he whispers, "I want you to touch yourself." He spreads your legs wider still, exposing your most intimate parts. "Do you know what to do?" You nod, feeling the familiar urge to pleasure yourself building inside you.

The dragon watches with dark, hungry eyes as you reach between your legs. Your fingers are trembling as you find your own cock, already starting to harden at the thought of touching it. You stroke yourself gently at first, remembering the dragon's words: "You like it when I hurt you." With a shudder, you begin to squeeze and twist your cock harder, feeling the familiar tug in your groin.

As you lose yourself in the sensation, you become aware of the dragon's presence looming over you. His hot breath tickles your neck, and you feel his claws digging into the table beneath you. He watches you intently, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You try to focus on the pleasure, but the dragon's presence is overwhelming. You feel a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

The dragon leans down, his massive weight pressing you further into the table. His asshole is now mere inches from your face, and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to taste him. You open your mouth, taking a deep breath as you gather the courage to obey his command.

Before you can make any moves though, the dragons hole locks with your mouth and his gut rumbles. “Time for breakfast, baby boy”. And the first log of shit starts to press against your open mouth, straight down your throat.

As you force yourself to swallow, You choke and gag, feeling the hot, putrid slime coating your tongue and throat. You struggle to breathe, your face buried deep in the dragon's ass, but he holds you in place with a firm grip.

The dragon's asshole pulses, and another log of shit presses against your lips. You open your mouth, tears streaming down your face from the pain and disgust. You feel so dirty, so used, and you know that this is only the beginning.

As you swallow the second log of shit, your stomach churns in revulsion. You can feel the toxic slime coating your insides, making your body ache in a new, unfamiliar way. The dragon's claws dig deeper into your back, and he growls, "Take it like a man."

You whimper, unable to form words as you feel the third log of shit pressing against your lips. The dragon's asshole pulses, and it slides easily down your throat. You choke and cough, gasping for air as the disgusting taste fills your mouth.

"That's it," the dragon growls, his voice deep and menacing. "You're learning." He thrusts his hips forward again, driving another log of shit deep into your throat. This time, you're prepared, and you manage to swallow it without choking. The pain in your stomach intensifies as the toxic slime begins to spread through your body.

The dragon's claws dig into your hips, holding you in place as he continues to fill you up with his filth. You feel yourself losing control of your bowels, the warmth and wetness spreading between your legs. "Look at what a little slut you've become," he taunts. "You used to be so strong, so proud. Now look at you."

The foul-smelling air around you grows thick with each passing second, and you find yourself struggling to breathe. The dragon's asshole clenches and releases, spewing forth a never-ending stream of noxious gas. You feel your lungs burning, your eyes watering, and your skin beginning to itch and burn.

Your mind feels foggy, your thoughts sluggish. It's as if every time you take a breath, you're inhaling a little bit of your own intelligence. You try to focus on something, anything, but all you can think about is the dragon's asshole, and how much it hurts to be so close to it.

The dragon's claws dig deeper into your back, holding you in place as he continues to fill your mouth with his foul-smelling waste. He seems to be enjoying the sight of your struggling form, watching as your eyes grow glassy and your movements grow more and more sluggish. You feel as if you're losing touch with reality, as if every thought that tries to form in your mind is drowned out by the noxious fumes surrounding you.

Your body feels heavy and numb, your limbs no longer responding to your commands. You can barely even blink anymore, your eyelids growing impossibly heavy. The dragon's asshole clenches again, and another thick log of shit presses against your lips. You try to protest, to fight back, but the words come out garbled and incoherent.

The dragon chuckles darkly, amused by your pathetic struggles. "That's right, boy," he growls. "You belong to me now. You'll take whatever I give you, and you'll like it." He thrusts his hips forward, driving the shit deep into your throat. It burns as it goes down, spreading the toxins through your already-ravaged body.

Time seems to slow down as you're consumed by the dragon's foulness. Your vision blurs, and the world around you fades into a haze of sickly yellow and black. Your limbs feel like lead, weighed down by the sheer amount of filth in your system. The air grows thick with the stench of shit and the dragon's noxious breath, making it difficult to breathe.

As the dragon continues to fill your mouth with his waste, you feel yourself slipping further and further away from reality. Your mind wanders aimlessly, your thoughts disjointed and sluggish. You feel a strange sense of detachment from your own body, as if you're watching everything happen to someone else. The dragon's claws dig deeper into your back, holding you in place as he takes pleasure in your suffering.

The foul air around you grows even thicker, making it difficult to breathe. Your chest feels heavy and tight, like someone is sitting on your ribs. You try to cough, to expel the toxins from your lungs, but each time, the dragon's asshole clenches, forcing another thick log of shit down your throat. The pain in your stomach grows unbearable, and you feel a hot, sticky warmth spreading through your abdomen.

The dragon casually steps away from you, watching with amusement as you struggle to stand. Your limbs feel like lead, weighed down by the sheer amount of filth in your system. "You're mine now, boy," he rasps, his breath hot and foul in your ear. "You'll do anything I say, and you'll like it."

He gestures grandly toward a massive altar dominating the center of the chamber. It's made of black basalt, etched with obscene runes and adorned with the skulls of countless victims. Upon the altar rests a massive sword, its hilt encrusted with rubies and emeralds. The dragon's eyes gleam as he approaches the altar, his claws clicking against the cold stone. "This sword," he intones, "was forged by the hands of my ancestors, for the express purpose of claiming the souls of mortals such as yourself."

He forces you to your knees, then pushes you forward, face-first onto the altar. He clasps heavy chains around your wrists and ankles, binding you in place. The dragon leans over you, his hot breath tickling the back of your neck. "From this moment on, you belong to me," he growls. "Your body, your soul... everything."

With a savage yank, the dragon rips the sword from its sheath. The blade gleams in the flickering light, reflecting the insane glee in his eyes. He brings the sword down, aiming it directly at the back of your skull. You feel a sharp sting as the blade cuts through your hair, and then... nothing. There is no pain, no sensation whatsoever. The dragon's blade has sliced open your skull, exposing your brain to the open air, but it feels no different than if he had merely parted your hair.

He chuckles darkly, obviously amused by your lack of response. "It seems I have made you into the perfect vessel," he says, his voice filled with malice. He presses the blade against your skull once more, slowly dragging it across your scalp. The sensation is bizarre; it feels as if your brain is being scraped clean, yet you feel no pain.

The dragon's claws dig into your shoulders, holding you still as he continues to dissect your skull. Blood pours down your face, mixing with the filth that still coats you. He reveals your pulsating brain, glistening with a slick sheen of slime, and plunges the sword deep into your skull. The blade severs your brain stem, effectively severing your connection to your body.

With an empty skull you sit there. You retarded shit eating fag. Your cock is hard in your diaper. You see the brain to your side and start to play with it like a toy. Meanwhile, the dragon has placed his ass over your emptied skull. His gut rumbles ready to take another massive shit. “Are you ready, fag?”

You feel the weight of his body, the warmth of his breath, and the anticipation of what is to come. Your own body feels distant, like a mere vessel for your perverse desires. You nod eagerly, unable to form words as the dragon lowers his asshole over your skull. 

The dragons lets out a loud grunt as he starts to fill your empty skull with his shit. His hot, steaming turds slide down the inside of your skull, filling every crevice and cavity. The sensation is both disgusting and strangely arousing, as if your entire being has been cleansed and reborn. With each passing moment, the weight in your skull grows heavier, the stench more overpowering, but you don't want it to end. You're his now, and you belong to this twisted, perverse ritual.

The dragon continues to shit for what feels like an eternity, his body shaking with the effort as he empties his bowels into your skull. Finally, with a satisfied groan, he pulls his asshole away, leaving you covered in a thick layer of feces and mucus. He grins down at you, his scales glistening in the dim light. "There now, my little pet. You're all clean and ready for your new life."

You feel your body respond to his words, a shudder of pleasure running through you as you realize that you are now completely his. Your skull aches from the weight of the shit inside it, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You glance up at the dragon, feeling a strange mix of adoration and lust for him.

The dragon chuckles darkly, amused by your devotion. "Now then," he says, his voice deep and commanding, "let us see what sort of abominations you can create." He gestures around the room, taking in the lab full of machinery and experiments. "Use your newfound knowledge and your own filth to create something truly unique."

You nod eagerly, already feeling a surge of energy coursing through your veins. You turn to the brain that you had been playing with, now coated in your own feces and mucus. With shaking hands, you pick it up and carry it over to a nearby table. The flesh feels warm and pliable in your grip, almost as if it's still alive.

You place the brain on the table and begin to examine it, running your fingers through the grooves and folds. The dragon watches you intently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You close your eyes, trying to focus your thoughts, to remember everything that he has taught you.

Suddenly, an idea strikes you like a bolt of lightning. You gather up a handful of your own feces, still warm and steaming from your ordeal, and carefully mold them into the shape of a rudimentary body. Next, you take a scalpel and carefully carve out a hole in the center of the fecal mass, into which you insert the brain. You seal the opening with a thick layer of mucus, creating a crude, but functional body for the brain.

As you step back to admire your handiwork, a sense of pride and accomplishment washes over you. You can feel the dragon's gaze burning into the back of your skull, and you know that he is impressed. You hesitantly turn to face him, unsure if what you've created is truly worthy of his attention.

The dragon's eyes widen in amazement as he takes in your twisted creation. "By the gods, you did it!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his cruel features. "You've managed to create life from your own filth and knowledge! A new abomination is born this day!" He chuckles darkly, the sound echoing through the lab. “Now, make it less than you. Make your remaining humanity lower than the filth you made it into. Fuck it. Cum in it and destroy it . Prove your loyalty to me once more."

With shaking hands, you reach down between your legs and grasp your throbbing cock. You position your creation so that the mucus seal is facing upward, and then you thrust your hips forward, impaling the makeshift body. The feces and mucus squish beneath you as you begin to move, the sensation both disgusting and arousing. You close your eyes, lost in the animalistic pleasure of fucking your own brain, feeling the heat and pressure building within you.

As you continue to pound away at your creation, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, followed by a wave of pleasure that washes over you. You open your eyes and watch as a stream of hot cum shoots out of your cock, splattering against the mucus seal. The cum oozes down the sides of your creation, mixing with the feces and mucus, completing the process of giving your brain a new, foul-smelling body.

The person is gone. Just a retard left. A fucking abomination. You smile, looking down at your handiwork. The creature twitches beneath you, still connected to your own body by a thin trail of feces. It's perfect. It's everything you wanted it to be. It's your new pet. Your new life.