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"writing": "Starflight shutters softly, slowly making his way down the halls of the manor. It was incredibly dark, and he could barely see where he was going. “Clay? Clay?! Can you hear me?! Are you down here?” He calls out towards his friend, raising a claw towards his muzzle, hoping that his friend would be able to hear him, but he had no idea where he was. Clay had run off from him and the others, wanting to protect his friends, but it only made it harder to find them if they got into danger. Though right as he thought to turn around and make a run back to join back up with the others he suddenly perks up. Hearing sounds coming from just a bit further into the hall. His ears twitch, his eyes narrow as he tries to focus his hearing. He tilts his head to the side, pointing the side of his head towards the source of the sound. Attempting to try and get a good idea of where it was coming from, and alongside that, who it was coming from. Holding his breath and closing his eyes he hears the sound of stomping echoing all around him.\n\n\nThough focusing just a bit more he picks up the sound of a familiar voice, Clay’s voice. But even right away he could tell there was something different about his friend. “Mmm.. Smell.. Need… Find.. Friends.” He couldn’t really make out what was being said aside from a few small words. Muttering and talking quietly to himself just up ahead, but he found maybe hurt, or just off? Starflight wasn’t too sure which one it was. But not having much else of a choice he pushes forwards, if his friend was hurt then he would need to help him out. As he starts to walk however his nose starts to twitch slightly. Tilting his head upwards he sniffs at the air. Picking up the strong scent in the air he coughs softly, quickly trying to turn his head away as he’s forced to breathe it all in. He had smelled whatever the hell this thing was earlier when he and the others had first entered the building. But the closer he drew to Clay’s voice, the stronger the stench got. It was quickly starting to become unbearable, the stench steadily pouring more, and more into his head. A small groan of confusion leaving his mouth, reaching a claw up to his head, gritting his teeth.\n\n\nBut soon enough he’s close enough to the source he looks up seeing a large pair of double doors in front of him. Unlike the rest of the building that held a very regal look to it, these doors in front of him looked childish almost. Something out of some strange childish cartoon. But he could still hear Clay’s voice from behind the doors. Despite the bright, childish appearance he couldn’t help but feel a strange, almost twisted feeling of dread filling his mind as he stares at the door. Gulping softly he rests both of his claws on the door, before leaning forwards and pushing the doors open, staring into the room Starflight squints slightly as he steps into the room, it was hard to properly see through the darkness, but the smell rushes over Starflight his face scrunching up barely fighting back a gag, but up ahead he could see a small glow towards the back of the room. A light of sorts dimming and brightening as if it were swelling and dying with its own breath, but soon enough it starts to glow brighter, revealing a familiar dragon. “C-clay? Is that you?” \n\n\nClay takes a step forwards, holding a strange, glowing, red gem in front of him. Almost right away the glow started to draw him in. Feeling a shudder shooting through his body as his thoughts clouded, his mind dimmed. A small sparkle in his eyes as he stares, he couldn’t process what was happening, he was frozen, simply stuck staring deep into the gem’s glow. “Mmm… It’s beautiful, yes?” Clay questions with a short grunt, his voice was a bit deeper, slower, and dumber. Sure he was already a bit of a meathead before. But this felt like it was something completely different. But that wasn’t it as Clay grew closer to his friend he could see he was fatter than normal. His gut sags and sways under him. His claws and mouth were coated in filth. Deep brown streaks cover most of his scales as he groans and pats the gem softly. “Stare deep… Take in the glow~ Join me~” Even if his voice was significantly dumber there was still that heroic, and leader-like pull to it. The charisma that he normally had almost seemed to draw Starflight back in.\n\n\n“J-join you? W-what do you mean?” He questions, blushing a good bit deeper as he stares, trying to make sense of what was happening. Clay doesn’t reply this time however as he moves forwards. Hooking the gem up to a mobile that hung over a crib towards the side of the room. Starflight wasn’t sure if Clay had gotten stronger, or if his state just rendered any form of resistance pointless but before he could do anything else Clay suddenly lifts him up, carrying him over towards a changing table that he was swiftly laid down on. Clay chuckles a bit dumbly, giving him a nice pat on the ass before producing a nice, thick diaper from the changing table, quickly wrapping Starflight up in it as he could feel a deep rumbling in his gut. Out of nowhere he was suddenly feeling stuffed, he felt so full, it didn’t feel right. Of course it didn’t, he had eaten before they left, but now feeling his stomach rumble once more he belches loudly, the foul taste of filth dancing across his tongue making him gag once more, but despite his disgust it strangely felt.. Nice too, like he wanted more of that taste. “W-what is.. That smell?” He questions, getting another chuckle from Clay as he tapes the diaper on.\n\n\nAs soon as the tapes stick onto the front of the padding they seem to glow softly, a set of locks appearing on either tape. A small pleasurable jolt shooting up through his body makes Starflight gasp and groan softly, biting his lip at the strange feeling. But that jolt was more than enough to make his tailhole twitch and yawn open. With a loud BBBLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPTTTT He can feel his diaper expanding under him. He should be disgusted, and he should hate the feeling. But despite what he thought he should feel, instead he wanted more, sure his diaper was already pretty packed but it could be fuller, larger. Not like it could tear or break with these wonderful locks holding them in place~ Wiggling his padded butt around, still squirming to try and get off the table. Clay chuckles happily as he goes to step away, crossing his arms watching as he drops to the ground with a grunt. He felt so much weaker than normal. His legs and claws felt like jelly, and by now he could barely feel his tail twitch and starting to raise. Letting rip another deep, bassy. PPPRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTT As he pushes out another fat load into his pamps. A soft moan of pleasure leaving his mouth, cock throbbing as the front of his padding starts to tent. \n\n\n“Mmm such a big load already, you must be oh so hungry~” Clay teases, the fat beast lumbering around Starlight, and soon positioning himself over Starflight, tail swaying around once more. Before suddenly raising, presenting his hole to the diapered dragon. Sure he had gotten a look at his friend’s ass every now and then, it was something he wouldn’t admit but it wasn’t like they normally wore anything, so right away Starflight could see just how massive he had grown, that fat, sloppy donut between Clay’s cheeks pulses lightly with pleasure. But soon enough it yaaawwns open. He could already see a nice, fat log slowly starting to snake out of his awaiting hole. A low groan leaving his mouth as short BLLPPRRRTT PFFFTT PRRMMMMMFFF Leave his ass, blasting Starflight in the face over and over each blast sending his mind spiraling and spinning. A confused moan of pleasure leaving his mouth as he huffs up the stink. Nostrils flaring as he takes long, deep huffs of the stuff. \n\n\nSoon enough his jaw starts to go slack, hanging open as he stares deep into that pulsating hole. He could see the log getting closer, and closer. Finally, after what feels like forever he finally sees that fat log of shit exiting his friend’s hole. His body suddenly moving against his will, his mouth still wide open, opening his maw nice and wide as he aims his mouth right for that log. Within moments it had dipped right into his awaiting mouth. Eyes widening in shock and horror. He was still aware of what was happening, but he couldn’t do anything about it, but despite his horror at the situation. He also couldn’t help but notice just how much he loved this feeling, this taste. It made him shutter in pleasure, he could barely contain himself, and his body had no intentions of doing so. His body starting to buck his hips. Grinding and humping against the padding, squishing and smurshing around his own mess with each pump. “Mmm~ Does the dumb baby like that?” Clay questions squatting down even further. Looking between his legs to watch Starflight’s fall.\n\n\nWith each mouthful he swallowed down he could feel his intelligence and thoughts continue to dim bit by bit. Forgetting all of the knowledge he had built up over years of education, years of learning. A little bit of that went down into his gut with each gulp of filth he took. No matter how much he ate, he just felt more hungry. Stomach growling loudly as it swelled and bulged with Clay’s shit. 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By the third time Starlight’s muzzle and chest were completely covered in shit stains, brown drool constantly pouring from his mouth, it was all he ever ate anymore. Not that he wanted or needed anything else. He was more than happy to just eat his master’s shit, and then wallow on his own. Diaper changes were even rarer. At best Clay would change him out of his diaper every 2 weeks or so, when it began to threaten to break the ever growing crib he was stuck in. Meaning most days Starflight spent groping and squeezing at his own padding, attempting to jerk himself off through the padding. Of course when he was changed it just meant another diaper for him to huff and press his muzzle into. Taking in his own foul stench, practically addicted to it all. He couldn’t even remember what he was like anymore, not that he minded anyways, this was perfection to him after all~",
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Though focusing just a bit more he picks up the sound of a familiar voice, Clay’s voice. But even right away he could tell there was something different about his friend. “Mmm.. Smell.. Need… Find.. Friends.” He couldn’t really make out what was being said aside from a few small words. Muttering and talking quietly to himself just up ahead, but he found maybe hurt, or just off? Starflight wasn’t too sure which one it was. But not having much else of a choice he pushes forwards, if his friend was hurt then he would need to help him out. As he starts to walk however his nose starts to twitch slightly. Tilting his head upwards he sniffs at the air. Picking up the strong scent in the air he coughs softly, quickly trying to turn his head away as he’s forced to breathe it all in. He had smelled whatever the hell this thing was earlier when he and the others had first entered the building. But the closer he drew to Clay’s voice, the stronger the stench got. It was quickly starting to become unbearable, the stench steadily pouring more, and more into his head. A small groan of confusion leaving his mouth, reaching a claw up to his head, gritting his teeth.
But soon enough he’s close enough to the source he looks up seeing a large pair of double doors in front of him. Unlike the rest of the building that held a very regal look to it, these doors in front of him looked childish almost. Something out of some strange childish cartoon. But he could still hear Clay’s voice from behind the doors. Despite the bright, childish appearance he couldn’t help but feel a strange, almost twisted feeling of dread filling his mind as he stares at the door. Gulping softly he rests both of his claws on the door, before leaning forwards and pushing the doors open, staring into the room Starflight squints slightly as he steps into the room, it was hard to properly see through the darkness, but the smell rushes over Starflight his face scrunching up barely fighting back a gag, but up ahead he could see a small glow towards the back of the room. A light of sorts dimming and brightening as if it were swelling and dying with its own breath, but soon enough it starts to glow brighter, revealing a familiar dragon. “C-clay? Is that you?”
Clay takes a step forwards, holding a strange, glowing, red gem in front of him. Almost right away the glow started to draw him in. Feeling a shudder shooting through his body as his thoughts clouded, his mind dimmed. A small sparkle in his eyes as he stares, he couldn’t process what was happening, he was frozen, simply stuck staring deep into the gem’s glow. “Mmm… It’s beautiful, yes?” Clay questions with a short grunt, his voice was a bit deeper, slower, and dumber. Sure he was already a bit of a meathead before. But this felt like it was something completely different. But that wasn’t it as Clay grew closer to his friend he could see he was fatter than normal. His gut sags and sways under him. His claws and mouth were coated in filth. Deep brown streaks cover most of his scales as he groans and pats the gem softly. “Stare deep… Take in the glow~ Join me~” Even if his voice was significantly dumber there was still that heroic, and leader-like pull to it. The charisma that he normally had almost seemed to draw Starflight back in.
“J-join you? W-what do you mean?” He questions, blushing a good bit deeper as he stares, trying to make sense of what was happening. Clay doesn’t reply this time however as he moves forwards. Hooking the gem up to a mobile that hung over a crib towards the side of the room. Starflight wasn’t sure if Clay had gotten stronger, or if his state just rendered any form of resistance pointless but before he could do anything else Clay suddenly lifts him up, carrying him over towards a changing table that he was swiftly laid down on. Clay chuckles a bit dumbly, giving him a nice pat on the ass before producing a nice, thick diaper from the changing table, quickly wrapping Starflight up in it as he could feel a deep rumbling in his gut. Out of nowhere he was suddenly feeling stuffed, he felt so full, it didn’t feel right. Of course it didn’t, he had eaten before they left, but now feeling his stomach rumble once more he belches loudly, the foul taste of filth dancing across his tongue making him gag once more, but despite his disgust it strangely felt.. Nice too, like he wanted more of that taste. “W-what is.. That smell?” He questions, getting another chuckle from Clay as he tapes the diaper on.
As soon as the tapes stick onto the front of the padding they seem to glow softly, a set of locks appearing on either tape. A small pleasurable jolt shooting up through his body makes Starflight gasp and groan softly, biting his lip at the strange feeling. But that jolt was more than enough to make his tailhole twitch and yawn open. With a loud BBBLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPTTTT He can feel his diaper expanding under him. He should be disgusted, and he should hate the feeling. But despite what he thought he should feel, instead he wanted more, sure his diaper was already pretty packed but it could be fuller, larger. Not like it could tear or break with these wonderful locks holding them in place~ Wiggling his padded butt around, still squirming to try and get off the table. Clay chuckles happily as he goes to step away, crossing his arms watching as he drops to the ground with a grunt. He felt so much weaker than normal. His legs and claws felt like jelly, and by now he could barely feel his tail twitch and starting to raise. Letting rip another deep, bassy. PPPRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTT As he pushes out another fat load into his pamps. A soft moan of pleasure leaving his mouth, cock throbbing as the front of his padding starts to tent.
“Mmm such a big load already, you must be oh so hungry~” Clay teases, the fat beast lumbering around Starlight, and soon positioning himself over Starflight, tail swaying around once more. Before suddenly raising, presenting his hole to the diapered dragon. Sure he had gotten a look at his friend’s ass every now and then, it was something he wouldn’t admit but it wasn’t like they normally wore anything, so right away Starflight could see just how massive he had grown, that fat, sloppy donut between Clay’s cheeks pulses lightly with pleasure. But soon enough it yaaawwns open. He could already see a nice, fat log slowly starting to snake out of his awaiting hole. A low groan leaving his mouth as short BLLPPRRRTT PFFFTT PRRMMMMMFFF Leave his ass, blasting Starflight in the face over and over each blast sending his mind spiraling and spinning. A confused moan of pleasure leaving his mouth as he huffs up the stink. Nostrils flaring as he takes long, deep huffs of the stuff.
Soon enough his jaw starts to go slack, hanging open as he stares deep into that pulsating hole. He could see the log getting closer, and closer. Finally, after what feels like forever he finally sees that fat log of shit exiting his friend’s hole. His body suddenly moving against his will, his mouth still wide open, opening his maw nice and wide as he aims his mouth right for that log. Within moments it had dipped right into his awaiting mouth. Eyes widening in shock and horror. He was still aware of what was happening, but he couldn’t do anything about it, but despite his horror at the situation. He also couldn’t help but notice just how much he loved this feeling, this taste. It made him shutter in pleasure, he could barely contain himself, and his body had no intentions of doing so. His body starting to buck his hips. Grinding and humping against the padding, squishing and smurshing around his own mess with each pump. “Mmm~ Does the dumb baby like that?” Clay questions squatting down even further. Looking between his legs to watch Starflight’s fall.
With each mouthful he swallowed down he could feel his intelligence and thoughts continue to dim bit by bit. Forgetting all of the knowledge he had built up over years of education, years of learning. A little bit of that went down into his gut with each gulp of filth he took. No matter how much he ate, he just felt more hungry. Stomach growling loudly as it swelled and bulged with Clay’s shit. Soon enough Clay pinches off his load. Leaving Starflight, somewhat satisfied but still hungry. A muffled whine leaving his mouth as with that one last gulp his speech went with it. Clay chuckles, using his immense strength once more to lift Starflight up. Bringing him over to the crib, and setting him down inside of it. Laying down on his back, and staring upwards Starflight found himself staring deep into the gem that swayed above him. Any lingering bits of resistance or of his old self being sucked away into the gem, only thinking to roll over. Grumbling and grunting dumbly as he shits out another loud, bassy BBBRRRRMMMPPPPPPFFFFTTT Feeling his diaper bulge out even further, finally blowing his first load, spurting loads of jizz into his awaiting pamps.
Starflight was left mostly to his crib, grinding and humping into his pamps every time he dumped out another load. Every now and then Clay would come back in, his gut looking fatter each time. By the third time Starlight’s muzzle and chest were completely covered in shit stains, brown drool constantly pouring from his mouth, it was all he ever ate anymore. Not that he wanted or needed anything else. He was more than happy to just eat his master’s shit, and then wallow on his own. Diaper changes were even rarer. At best Clay would change him out of his diaper every 2 weeks or so, when it began to threaten to break the ever growing crib he was stuck in. Meaning most days Starflight spent groping and squeezing at his own padding, attempting to jerk himself off through the padding. Of course when he was changed it just meant another diaper for him to huff and press his muzzle into. Taking in his own foul stench, practically addicted to it all. He couldn’t even remember what he was like anymore, not that he minded anyways, this was perfection to him after all~",
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