Qibil groans softly, stretching out as he gets to his claws. Scratching a bit at the back of his head with another low groan he had been resting up and really only woke up at the sound of something knocking on the entrance to his home. Making his way across the stone floor the dragon shakes his head, slowly starting to wake up as he starts to take a small look around. He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about his home that felt just a bit off. Shaking his head, Qibil tries not to think about it too much. He was just waking up after all so it probably wasn’t anything really. Peering outside of the entrance Qibil hums slightly to himself, reaching a hand up to his head, scratching at the back of his head with one claw while taking a look around. He didn’t take that long, and yet as he made his way downstairs there was no one out there. From what he could see there wasn’t a single trace of them either. At least not physically. There was a powerful stench hanging heavy in the air. Gagging slightly on the stink he turns away slightly. His muzzle scrunching up as a single lungful was enough to send his mind spinning!


He couldn’t place his claw on what the smell was but it was almost like a fellow dragon had taken a massive shit right outside of his house. Possibly even multiple dragons. He couldn’t believe the stench, as he stepped outside. Covering his muzzle with one hand as he looks around for the source of the stench. Coughing slightly in disgust he barely notices the sound of paper crinkling under his claw. Though once he is unable to find anything Qibil eventually shakes his head, groaning softly as he could still feel his head spin with confusion. Though finally picking up on the sound of him stepping on some kind of paper the dragon turns his gaze down, furrowing his brow as he notices a stained paper tossed haphazardly onto the groan in front of his home. He could see a few brown and yellow stains across the paper. While lifting it up as the stench hits his nose. Coughing once more he quickly shakes his head, nose twitching as he tries his best to not breathe in too much of that stink.


“Hmm… Tours now open for forest temple..” He mutters quietly to himself, reading over the poorly written slip of paper. The claw writing on it was scratchy and quickly written. It didn’t appear to be anything too special. Just a flier for some tomb that seemed to be opening up. “What a lame idea..” He mutters to himself shrugging as he turns around, crumpling up the paper and going to throw it away. Though as he turns around he’s met with a large amount of the fliers covering his walls! He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, his jaw dropping as they darted around to all of the filthy pieces of paper covering the outside of his home. The stink only seems to grow stronger as he breathes it in. But eventually he shakes his head, seeming to come out of his confusion, furrowing his brow. “Okay.. Yeah, I'm gonna have to talk to someone about this.” He tells himself, still trying to keep calm and focused. Taking a deep breath, before snagging one of the cleaner fliers off the wall. Looking down to it as he scans for directions or anything. Luckily it didn’t take all too long, and once ready he flies off, heading right towards the temple.


Upon landing outside Qibil dusts his claws off and makes his way up towards the double front doors. Despite how the fliers looked, the temple itself looked rather clean on the outside, well taken care of. “Ah, Qibil I’m glad to see you~” A familiar voice says from behind him. Turning around as his eyes widened seeing Clay, though.. He looked larger, a lot larger.


“C-clay? You look.. Different.” He remarks without even thinking. “Uh, are you running these tours? Do you think I could speak with the owner?”


“Oh? Well of course, though you will have to take a tour first, I know it’s probably not what you want to do but I don’t make the rules~” Clay remarks with a chuckle, quickly grabbing Qibil’s arm and yanking him inside. “Come now, no time to waste!” He exclaims, the other dragon gasping slightly, stumbling forwards with a deep blush.Looking around the inside of the entrance, the doors slam shut behind the both of them. Seeing that right away the inside wasn’t as clean as the outside. A familiar scent wafting into his snout. “Sorry it’s not too clean, we weren’t expecting someone for the next hour or so~”


“A-ah.. It’s uh.. All good..” Qibil shakes his head, closing his eyes as he could feel a small, but faint glow in the back of his head. But following Clay the two of them pass a giant, seemingly empty room.


“This is the waste room, don’t think too much of it~ I know it’s probably not your kind thing but we all have to start somewhere~” Clay remarks with a laugh. Qibil starts to make his way inside, peering over the edge as he stares down into the pit. The pit filled with piles, upon piles of filth. That on its own was horrifying to look at but he took a pause for a moment. He swore he could see something moving inside of the pile. He couldn’t see what it was, but he knew there was something under there. “Alright, onto the next room!” Clay shouts, quickly pulling Qibil back as he starts off down the hall. Once again there was that glow in the back of his mind. Something that seemed to remove the worry from his mind. “Alright, feeling good, sure you didn’t have to go? Don’t worry we’ll have plenty more stops~”


Before he could  say anything else he’s suddenly dragged off by Clay deeper into the temple. Passing by another room Clay quickly stops him, gesturing inside. “And well here we have the trash room, you know for trash bags and such~” Qibil raises a brow at that, cocking his head slightly to the side as he wonders to himself why they needed two kinds of disposal rooms. Though peering inside he got a good reason why. The room was filled to the brim with garbage bags, all of them reeking like shit. Somehow it was even worse than all the rest of the temple. Once again his eyes drifted towards the center of the room he could see something moving around in one of the trashbags. Or rather, it almost looked like the trash itself was moving. “Want to take a bite real quick? Go on, you can take pretty much whatever you want from it~” Clay remarks with a dismissive wave of his hand. Qibil does think to say something, wanting to step away and get as far away as he could hope to, but instead he finds himself walking deeper into the strange garbage room.


While looking around the room the smell continued to sting at his senses. Making him cough slightly on the stench, still trying to fight against it. But quickly realizing it was getting harder, and harder to do so. With every breath he took it seemed to cloud his thoughts further. Alongside that the smell only seemed to grow better. Reaching a claw out he digs it deep into the pile, pulling out a hefty amount of trash as he quickly stuffs it into his mouth. The sour, putrid taste dances across his taste buds, making him shutter, and yet he couldn’t stop himself. His mouth moved on its own. Munching down loudly into the pile of filth. Chewing it loudly as his teeth tears through the filth. It tasted so good, his eyes rolling back he didn't even notice weight steadily starting to pile up on his body. His gut sagging as his tail thumps heavily against the ground. As he swallows down the last bit of trash Qibil lets out a low groan, belching loudly as his tongue rolls out. Shivering softly before blushing, only then realizing what he had just done. “W-what the hell w-why did I?” He sputters out, confused by just how good the trash tastes.


“Hahaha~ It’s pretty great huh? Well come along, now that you’ve got some filth in your system it’ll make things easier~” He says giving Qibil a firm slap on the back, before dragging the other dragon along. Qibil could feel his stomach rumbling once more, making him lick his lips as he could only think about eating more, getting more filthy. Being a proper filthy slob.. That’s what he came here for right? Qibil quickly shakes his head, no he needed to get out of there!


“H-hey Clay the tour has been great, but I think I need to be on my way..” He says putting on a nervous and forced smile as he quickly goes to turn around. Barely seeing the look on Clay’s face sour, though he wasn’t going to wait as he made a dash down the hall. Though he had no idea where he was going, he had gotten completely turned around, but at this point he just had to keep going. Without thinking he turns down the closest door he could find and pushes himself through the door!


Stumbling forwards he slips on a slick, wet puddle on the ground. Sending him flying forwards once more. “S-shoot!” He exclaims trying to catch himself as he slides face first into something cylindrical and metal. As his head slides right into it a short yelp leaves his mouth as he squirms and pushes against it. That delicious smell of filth filling his snout once more. He could feel heavy, wet objects pressing against all sides of his head. While he couldn’t see it he could see they felt almost like.. “D-diapers?!” He shouts, still trying to pull himself free he could feel one especially large pamper pressing against the side of his head. Making him wince slightly as the pressure against his ear only seemed to grow more, and more with each moment. Until finally with a slight POP He manages to pull his head out of the diaper pail. Though in doing so his eyes fade slightly, jaws going slack as drool dribbles down his mouth. Stink clouds pour from the sides of his head as he squirms around slightly. All intelligent thought had left his mind, his brain having been pushed out by the loaded pamp that now filled his empty head.


“Ah there you are~ tsk tsk~ Getting into a diaper pail right after dinner? Let’s go ahead and get you dressed.” Clay chides, the dumb fat dragon lifting the dumber, fatter dragon up. Bringing him over to the changing table, and grabbing an already loaded diaper. Qibil didn’t really react, only laughing dumbly as he sucked on his claws. Still squirming around as he looks around the nursery in a dazed stare. He could see another padded dragon wobbling around in a bouncer nearby. He looked familiar, though without a brain Qibil couldn’t really remember who it was. But as the filthy padding wraps around his waist he lets out a small, pleased giggle. Any lingering thoughts of worry quickly left what was left of his mind. The stink burns away everything else as he relaxes. Pushing out another massive load into the back of the diaper. His rock hard cock grinding against the outside of the diaper. Slowly pumping his hips as he dumbly grinds into it. Clay lifting him up and laying him down in his crib, giving him a pat on the head. “Hurhur~ Glad to have another happy follower~ Now.. What to do with all these other flyers.”