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Rough Lessons

By DeviantAmp

Sasha looked up from his test to look at the clock. He looked down at the paper, struggling to write anything before looking back at the clock again. Every time he did, another few minutes would pass, despite it feeling like a second. The husky couldn’t catch up and he was becoming flustered. The pattern would repeat of him looking down at his paper, not being able to fill in a single answer, look up at the clock and time would relentlessly leap forward. He was doomed.

He then looked to the front of the class, something he didn’t want to do throughout the entire time that he was taking the test. Two piercing gold eyes looked right back at him and he immediately ducked his head into his test. A drop of sweat landed from his forehead to his test. Or maybe it was a tear. The sight of his teacher watching him panic was enough to make him break down and cry in his own seat.

Mr Patrick and Sasha had a routine going on. Sasha was struggling to keep up with his grades, something that his parents could not understand. Both of them worked hard to send him to this privileged grade school and he was struggling to keep up with the other students. He was threatened to be kicked out, becoming a failure and wasting his parents money, but thankfully Mr Patrick came to help. After a few weeks of after school studying with the stoat, his grades dramatically improved.

He was about to look up at the clock again, but before he could, the single ring of a bell caught the entire class’s attention.

“Alright class, pencils down. Most of you seem to be finished. I’ll come around and pick up your test. Just read quietly to yourself.”

Sasha was about to break into tears. He was sure that he was only able to answer half of the questions on the test, most of them probably wrong. He had tried to study, but the tests seemed to be getting harder and harder and he couldn’t keep up. He gave a couple sniffles, knowing what was going to happen next. He could feel the warm rush of piss filling his underwear.

It puddled in his crotch, pooling between his legs and submerging his tiny weenie and balls. It covered his underwear, slipping between his legs and staining the back of his shorts. He felt his entire seat getting hot with his piss as he drenched himself. It overflowed and dripped down the sides of his seat onto the floor. He could even feel it run down the fur on his legs and get into his socks.

Mr Patrick stopped by every student, grabbing their test and smiling at them. He made sure to comment to each and every one of them, patting their heads and complimenting them. He was a firm believer in positive attention creates positive results. When he got to Sasha he gave a particularly wide smile. He took a couple quick sniffs before grabbing the test and glancing over it for a few seconds. 

“You’re making lots of improvements. I can see there’s some things we can work on.”

He dipped his muzzle over the husky, trying to take a peak between his legs. He could only see some of his shorts, but he definitely knew he had a treat waiting for him.

“Stay after class. We’ll get started right away.”

The husky gulped, knowing what was going to happen next. He was only ten years old and he was already getting introduced into a world of things that he never should have been exposed to. The tall lanky ferret had a particular love for the grey and white husky. He was the only one in his school, making him stand out amongst the ferrets, weasels, skunks, and otters. Most of the students didn’t treat him any different, but not the teachers.

The ferret rubbed Sasha’s head, ruffling up his headfur before walking to the next student. The faculty always had something against the husky. They weren’t particularly thrilled about the integration of canines within their community. All of his teachers gave him a hard time, not wanting to spend time with him or help him when he struggled. He was always under threat of expulsion until Mr Patrick came to the scene and started his after school program.

A loud buzzer went off, signalling to all the students that it was time to get out. Most of them stood up, putting their books into their bags. The otter and stoat next to Sasha both waved at the pup, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to walk home with him. They were pretty nice to him, despite him being a husky. He was pretty sure that they both knew that he just wet himself since some of it puddled on the floor, but they were too kind to point it out.

Mr Patrick waved goodbye to all the students, giving some of them their own unique goodbyes to make them feel special. He began to pack up some of his stuff, putting everything into his satchel while the slowest students caught up with the ones that dashed for freedom. He was lazy to tidy up his desk, quietly giving himself distance between him and the other students and making sure no one had any questions for him after class. He was patient, prefering to let his meat marinate.

When he was sure no one was left running in the halls, he stood up and walked to the door. The sound of the door locking rang in Sasha’s ears. Like Pavlov’s dog, the sound triggered him, causing him to shake in his little desk. Mr Patrick pulled down the little blinds to the small window on the door before walking to the other door and doing the same. Sasha stared into his desk, not bothering to see what the ferret was doing. His ears followed his footsteps as the white furred ferret drew the shades. He could still hear some of the students playing outside and wished he could be like them.

Mr Patrick couldn’t handle take it anymore. As soon as he knew he had privacy, he rushed over to Sasha and got on his knees next to the husky. He grabbed the puppy’s head and forced the two of them into a kiss. The ferret’s tongue penetrated his lips and slipped inside of his mouth. Sasha immediately tried to push his older man off of him, but he was no match for his teacher. The ferret took what he wanted, holding Sasha’s head with his paw. He tried to thrash his head side to side, but he was forced back to face him and continue making out.

“Stop fighting you stupid fuck. You made me do this.”

Sasha broke into tears, crying and doing what he was told but not reciprocating the kiss. The sobs didn’t stop the ferret at all. He moved back and forth between forcing the boy to kiss him and licking the cub’s face clean of his tears. His hands went from the pup’s head to his own shirt as he began to unbutton his shirt. He rubbed his own chest, feeling his nipples in front of the kid while he continued to lick his face.

“If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have turned me on so much.”

He threw his shirt and vest across the classroom before grabbing Sasha’s shirt and ripping it off the boy. He screamed out, surprised by the force of the adult it didn’t curb Mr Patrick at all. He knew the halls were free of kids and any faculty would turn a blind eye to Mr Patrick. It was just some dog and as long as it kept him away from the good students, the other mustelids and memphits, he could do what he wanted. And he did whatever he wanted.

He licked the boy’s neck, chewing on it for a second before pushing the kid’s hands off his chest. His muzzle traveled down his shoulders, licking and nibbling him along the way. He moved down his collarbone and down his sternum before making it to the boy’s breast. He gave a few kisses to his pecs before he got to what he had been looking for. He grabbed his tiny nipple between his teeth and pinched it. The got a particularly loud yelp from Sasha and earned the dog a slap on the face.

“What’d I say about being too loud. You want me to fail you? You think a retard like you stands a chance out there?”

He did as he was told, keeping his crying to a quiet sob while his nipple was being milked. He hated that the ferret loved it so much, always starting by paying attention to his tiny nipples. The puppy let him suck on his breast despite how uncomfortable it felt. He stifled his own cries, trying to follow his instructions while he was being molested. It was all too frustrating and the familiar sound of dripping came from underneath him.

The ferret heard it too and it just excited him more. He wrapped one of his arms around the boy in the chair, keeping him from struggling too much while he sucked his nipple. His other hand reached down to his crotch and grabbed it hard. Sasha bit his lip hard, feeling close to drawing blood. It hurt being grabbed there. The ferret didn’t give a shit if he smacked his little coin purse, crushing his raisins in his hand. He just wanted to feel the boy’s stream coming right from his weenie.

He rolled the boy’s junk in his hand, getting his paw soaked in piss. The stream was strong enough to push past the different layers of fabric and right into his fur. He loved it so much that he released the boys crotch and brought his hand to his own muzzle. Mr Patrick began to lick his paw clean, sucking the boys piss right out of his own fur and cleaning himself off. Before Sasha could get comfortable again, Mr Patrick put his paw right back, giving the boy another smack on his sensitive boy parts.

“Ow, ow. You’re hurting m-”

The ferret cut him off, bringing his wet hand back up and grabbing hold of the boy’s muzzle. He grabbed it hard, shutting his little mouth up and holding him still. Sasha could only breathe through his nose, panting hard and smelling his own piss. Some of the piss smeared right into his nostrils, forcing him to breathe it into his own nose. He gagged hard into the adult’s paw, trying to throw up from the repulsive smell, but not being allowed to.

“Lick my paw clean. C’mon, do it.”

Sasha struggled, trying to pull back but unable to get away. He hated the smell of it and he really wasn’t a fan of the taste, but Mr Patrick loved it and forced him to get into it. He knew there was no winning, so he slowly opened his mouth up and gave a lick. The bitter taste made him gag again, but he pushed through it. Mr Patrick relaxed his grip as he used his little puppy tongue to lick his hand clean. He rotated his paw around, making sure that he took care of every part of his hand.

“You fucking dogs always piss on everything. Makes sense you piss all over yourself. Get up!”

Sasha jumped up out of his seat while Mr Patrick remained on his knees. The little boy’s lower half was completely soaked. The front and the back of his shorts to covered in piss, his legs were wet, and Sasha even had pee puddling in his socks. He grabbed the boy’s legs, grabbing each other his shoes and pulling them off his feet. He tossed them to the side away from his shirt. He left the boy’s soggy socks on his feet though, enjoying seeing him in the piss soaked socks. He then grabbed his shorts and tugged them down, exposing his underwear to him.

The husky turned his head away, not able to look at Mr Patrick while he was undressing him. He lifted each of his legs, letting him slip his shorts off before the ferret tossed those aside as well. Now he was just down to his underwear and he knew what was coming next. His tail tucked between his legs, trying to protect himself from the adult’s intentions. The teacher smirked and batted his tail away before putting his thumb around the waistband of his underoos.

Sasha let out a low growl just as Mr Patrick began to tug down the husky’s underwear. The teacher did not like that sound and decided to immediately reprimand the dog for giving him such grief after spending all this time working him up. He let go of the boy’s waistband and instead snatched the boy’s sack and cock through his wet fabric. Sasha squeaked and choked, not expecting to be grabbed so hard. Tears instantly came rolling down the sides of his muzzle and his growl became a canid whine.

“You think you can just growl at me like the feral little beast you are. You’re not in control, I am. You’re stupid and weak, got it?”

He didn’t immediately let go of his tiny date sized sack and instead kept a tight hold on him. Sasha’s mouth began to water and his intestines began to twist themselves in knots. He’d never felt so nauseous in his life and the pain had long since been unbearable. He just wanted to curl up and die rather than go through another minute of living like this. The ferret didn’t show sympathy as he began to roll his left and right testicle between his index and thumb fingers, causing the boy to break.

“Yes sir. I got it sir. I’ll be a good boy sir.”

 Sasha begged, but the ferret was slow to listen. He continued to brutally squeeze the poor boy’s prepubescent sack for a second longer before letting him go. The dog was crying to himself, no longer having the will to fight. It was as if the ferret just neutered him right there, castrating him from any thoughts of violence he could muster up. Instead, he just struggled to keep his muzzle closed, only opening it to let out a quiet sob.

“Much better. Remember, when we’re alone, you address me as Sir or Master. When I address you, you’re just dog. And do you know why?”

He rubbed his eyes hard, sniffling hard and trying to straighten himself up for the ferret. He knew that he couldn’t leave his master unanswered without getting in trouble again.

“Because dogs don’t deserve people names.”

Mr Patrick nodded his head up and down, getting up off of the floor and looking down at the cub. He pointed to the wet seat that he was sitting in and gave the boy a wink. Sasha got down to his knees, knowing exactly what the ferret wanted to see him do. He hated it, but it was his teacher’s favorite thing to enjoy and he wanted to force the cub into it as well. It wasn’t completely not working either; he was beginning to bear the taste.

Sasha reached his muzzle forward and began to lick the piss straight off the seat. His nose wrinkled for the first few licks, not enjoying his own bitter flavor but he was quickly getting used to it. He just had to close his eyes and bear it while he was a captive of the ferret, forced to do things for his pleasure. He wished that he hadn’t pissed so much. The seat was concaved enough that the pissed bowled in the middle of the seat. It was his own little doggy bowl.

He was so focused on cleaning up his own mess that he didn’t realize that the ferret was about to make one of his own. The ferret pulled his Khaki pants off and whipped his dick out of his red boxers The teacher stroked himself over the boy, letting drops of pre drip onto the back of his head. Some of it was flung over onto the seat, dropping like a string into the puddle he was drinking from. Sasha couldn’t taste it over the piss, but he knew it was there and that was enough to shame him.

“You dogs, always pissing everywhere. That’s how your kind distinguishes what’s yours and what’s not. But this seat isn’t yours so you have to lick it all up.”

Mr Patrick closed his eyes as he taunted the dog. He loved talking down to the boy, treating him like he wasn’t born the same as the rest of the good people of the community. Their kind didn’t belong and he was going to make sure that the dog knew it, even if he was letting him pass his class. He might just fail him at the last second just to keep him again for another year, but part of him knew he’d never let this pet go.

“God, you’re too much!”

He slammed his free hand down on the back of the pup’s head, stuffing the side of his muzzle into the piss. Sasha flailed, trying to get out from the hand pressing on his head. The piss soaked into his fur as well as filling his open maw and nostrils. His gasping forced some of it into his throat and into his lungs. He began coughing and gagging, choking on the piss and spitting it out everywhere. Mr Patrick was ready to finish but imposed enough self control to let go of his dick and let go of the cub’s head.”

“Awr, you’re lucky I’m nice to you, stupid fuck.”

Sasha continued to cough out piss from his throat onto the floor, standing up from the kneeling position to step away from the ferret. Mr Patrick had to take a moment for himself as well. He wanted to blow his load but he didn’t want to do it unless it was perfect. He cooled himself off before starting himself back up again, this time slowly stroking himself while he looked over at the cub. Sasha was visibly shaking and crying as he looked up and awaited his master’s commands.

“Good. Good, pup. Take off your underwear. It’s time to get you ready to go. Do it slowly. You know the way I like it.”

Sasha nodded his head up and down and crawled onto top of his desk. He was glad it was almost over, but the end never made it any easier. He turned around, showing his ass off first. The husky boy was too thin to develop any real ass, but he tried to work it for his teacher like he had been shown. He lifted his tail up and bent over enough to give the pervert a good view. He pulled on the waistband, forcing the underwear between his crack and showing his pail white fur as a teaser. 

He lifted himself up to his tippy-toes and held it while he clenched his little tush around the underwear. The tighty whities were firmly lodged in his butt crack, but he continued to wedgie himself for his pleasure. It was humiliating and uncomfortable, but he held the position while Mr Patrick continued to stroke himself. The ferret wished the children at the school were much less accepting than they were about their canine classmate. He would love to watch them wedgie this boy in the hallways.

He reached his paw out and touched the huskies rear, rubbing it up and down just as slow as he was rubbing himself. He wished that the boy wasn’t quite as skinny as he was. He wanted the husky to have those juicy flanks like the boys raised from birth to be sex slaves. He had so many videos on his computer saved, but they wouldn’t quite be as fulfilling as what he had right in front of him. He grabbed as much meat as he could between his fingers as gave the boy’s cheek a pinch.

“Don’t fall. Keep going.”

He was glad that he was allowed to continue, since he actually did feel like he was going to lose his balance with the teacher touching him. He lowered himself off the tips of his toes and turned around for him. His underwear had pulled his little dick and balls right up against his body. Mr Patrick could clearly see them through the piss soaked loins. HIs tiny boy dick was barely a couple inches long while his balls looked like a peanut. 

He gave the boy a sniff, breathing in some of the piss scented briefs before he started to work them down. His dick flopped out of the underwear and into the cold air. He watched as it tried to retreat inside of his body, losing another inch until he was just a circumcised penis head. It looked cute being exposed the way that it was. He blew on it, watching the husky’s entire body shiver from his feet to his ears.

“That’s how everyone knows you’re different.”

Mr Patrick explained, taking a step back so Sasha could see his penis. He gave himself a few strokes before pulling on the tip of his skin. He rolled his foreskin around for the dog, letting him see how a natural dick should look. He hardly knew what he was supposed to be paying attention to, but the fact that he was being told he was different made him uncomfortable about it.

“My dick is uncut. They still allow circumcisions from whatever backwards shithole you’re from. Anyways continue.”

Sasha did as he was told, trying not to think too much about what the teacher said. He just pulled down his underwear more, letting his sore nuts show. The sack was just as pales as his ass was with fur that was just as soft. He wanted to hide it all from his teacher’s gaze, feeling more like a menu item then a person. Instead he was forced to pull down his underwear all the way before handing them over to Mr Patrick.

“Good boy. Up we go.”

The ferret reached his hands out, grabbing the underwear before picking up the boy entirely. Sasha wrapped his arms around the adult’s neck and let himself be carried. The husky’s wet fur soaked his own, but he didn’t mind one bit. He loved the smell and he wanted to wear the boy’s piss like cologne. He gave the boy a long sniff before kissing the top of his head.  His dick grinded right up against his bare ass.

He held the boy with a single arm and reached over to his desk. He tried to a few seconds, moving each individual item out of the way so he could sit the cub down, but the cub’s ass began to sink right into his dick. It rubbed his tip back and forth as he struggled to keep hold of the kid with just one hand. Eventually the ferret knew that if he continued to let the boy’s butt bounce against his dick, he was cum so he panicked. He knocked off everything from his desk, letting it all hit the floor before slamming the boy down.

Sasha’s head knocked against the desk, the only cushion between the wood and his skull was the large paper calendar. He looked around, dazed for a second and only seeing stars. Before he could fully regain consciousness though, the ferret took his wet underwear and put it over his head. Each of his puppy ears poked out of the holes for his legs, while his vision was blinded by the piss stained front of the underwear.

“Here, sniff on that. And start sucking your thumb like a baby. I’ve got a gift for you.”

He did as he was told, still slightly dazed from having his head struck. He reached his thumb up, putting it into his muzzle and sucking on it. He could hear the teacher moving around a lot, and it made him especially nervous. He didn’t like that he couldn’t see what the pervert was doing. He was at his most vulnerable and now he couldn’t do anything but suck on his thumb like a helpless cub. He had to struggle to leave his thumb in his mouth and not tear the underwear off his head just to see what he was doing.

Mr Patrick lifted the cub’s legs up just enough to slide the large diaper underneath his body. He had never purchased diapers for a kid before, so all he was left with was guessing the size. He picked a size in the middle, but unfortunately for Sasha, it wasn’t his size. It was a bit too big and so it was going to sag underneath him. The ferret thought it would look cute though, so it just made him smile. He applied fresh powder over his baby’s dick and balls, making sure to get his ass and taint as well.

“Your kind are like little babies. Can’t even hold it for second. Well, if you’re gonna act like a baby, you’re gonna dress like one.”

He was just about done giving the cub his first diaper in years, but he had one last surprise for the boy. He grabbed a small box next to the boy and opened it up. There inside was an egg looking pill in plastic wrapping. It was the biggest suppository he could find and it was supposed to have very efficient results. He pulled the foil backing from the plastic container and letting it roll out into his palm. It was heavier than he thought it would be, but that just added to the fun.

He put the end of it right on the boy’s tailhole and started to press in. Sasha gasped and squirmed, not sure what the teacher was doing to him. He had never had anyone touch him like this before and it was a terrifying experience. He could feel the pressure and he squeezed himself closed. The ferret smirked, knowing that however much he wanted to keep him out, he would overcome the pup.

“Ow. Ow!! OWWW!!!”

He was hoping that the ferret would stop each time he said ow, but none of that would happen. Instead, his sphincter began to hurt. It felt like it was hot as he tried to keep it out. He’d never felt this kind of sting before in his life and it was getting worse exponentially. He felt his tailhole give way and the suppository start to slip inside of him. He started shouting louder, about ready to get up to stop the pain but he was kept down. Mr Patrick put his other paw on the boy’s stomach and held him still while he forced the rest of it in.

“You can’t leave until you take your medicine. Be a good pup and hold still!”

Mr Patrick’s voice was shaking as he ordered the dog to stop fighting him. Sasha couldn’t help squirming. The egg shaped pill was only a quarter way into his butt and it hurt worse than anything he’d ever felt. His natural reaction to tense up was tearing his sphincter apart. He bit hard on his thumb, whining around it as the pill stretched him more and more. His little legs kicked and his toes curled just as his sphincter gave in.

All at once, the entire pill went inside his ass. He put both of his paws around his muzzle and screamed into his hands. Mr Patrick thumb made it half an inch into the cub’s asshole, making sure that it was all the way in there before he was finished. He pulled his thumb out, smirking that most of it was covered in red and brown. He wiped it off right on the cub’s ass before closing the front of the diaper.

Sasha stopped screaming into his hands, calming down enough to keep his legs still and let the adult finish his changing. He was able to bring himself back to quiet sobs and sucking his thumb while Mr Patrick taped up his diaper. The ferret was glad to be finished, because he needed to finish immediately. The smell of piss, the skinny boy in a diaper, and his sobbing and whimpering were all too much for him and he was ready to go. He walked over to Sasha’s side and grabbed his hand, pulling his thumb right out of his muzzle.

“Suck on my cock like it was a baby bottle. Fucking do it!”

He was impatient, unable to contain himself anymore. He stuffed the tip of his dick right into the cub’s muzzle and started to stroke himself as fast as he could. Pre was freely dripping from his head, something Sasha had to suckle on like he was a little baby cub. The teacher was sputtering nonsense about the cub, some of it about the dog’s species while others were just him talking about how obedient his slut was. Sasha wasn’t ready at all, still very sore as the cum started to squirt inside of his muzzle.

He did as he was instructed, sucking it down while it shot into the back of his muzzle. It stung, irritating his already scratched up throat and going down slow. The first few shots of Mr. Patrick’s cum were small enough for the husky to drink down, but the ferret’s orgasm only seemed to grow with each new wave of cum. Soon it began to fill his entire muzzle at the peak of his orgasm, most of it filling up his maw and dripping down to his chin.

“Aww fuck yeah. There we go. Keep sucking stupid.”

He continued to drink down all of his teachers cum, his lips wrapped around the head of his fat dick. He didn’t buck at all and just continued to pump himself, giving Sasha a steady flow of his seed. He struggled to drink it all down at the peak, but eventually it began to subside. The cum became manageable and he was able to keep it all into his mouth. Through his sucking, his tongue naturally licked the tip of the ferret’s dick, getting right underneath his foreskin and curiously grazing his sensitive head.

Mr Patrick had to back away, the oversensation too much for him as he finished the most powerful orgasm he had in months. Sasha drank down the last of the cum in his muzzle before resuming his sniffling. The underwear was still over his head, preventing him from seeing what the teacher had planned for him next. He was afraid he’d never be able to go home at this point. He could already hear him walking throughout the class and gathering more things.

“Get up off the table. You’re just making a mess. And get that shit off your head. You look like special needs.”

Sasha reached up turning his head to his teacher’s voice before pulling up the underwear off of his head. The ferret had his pants on already and was in the process of buttoning up his shirt. He seemed disinterested in attention from the pup at this point, more focused on getting out of here and going home. Sasha wanted to go too, so he hopped himself off the table and back onto his feet. A stinging from his asshole reminded him of the thing put in his butt, but he was afraid to ask the teacher about it.

“You can put your shirt back on, but put your pants and underwear in your backpack. You’re walking home like that today and if I catch you doing different, I’ll fail you. Now pick up my shit and lets go.”

Sasha’s entire muzzle turned red. He was really going to have to walk outside with a diaper on like a toddler. Everyone would see him, including his neighbors and some of his classmates that live on the same block. His parents might not see it since neither of them would be home. He would have to throw it all away in the trash before they could get back and question him about it. The school would probably make up some lie so there was no point in trying to ask them for help.

Sasha was forced out of the class a minute later, Mr Patrick wanting to finish up grading the tests before he would go home. He didn’t end the session before first forcing the cub to make out with him again, telling Sasha that he was his dog and that it will never change, and giving him one last grope on his diapered butt. He wouldn’t last another half hour before having to jerk himself off again, but at least the boy wouldn’t have to endure it this time. Instead, he began to move quickly off of the school grounds.

There were a couple routes that he knew how to get home, all of them having disadvantages of their own. He could go through the main streets because it would be the fastest, but that’s most likely where everyone would see him. He could try to cut through some of the smaller streets to get home, but a lot of his friends he knew lived there. He could also stick to back alleys only, but his parents warned him about those and he had enough stranger danger for one day.

He just wanted to be home and he didn’t care who’d see as long as he can be back in his bed curled up and crying to himself. He just wanted to be away from it all so he began a quick paced jog right through the mainstreet. A crosswalk monitor caught the boy jogging up to him but just shook his head in dismay. The otter knew what was going on, but he also knew it was not his place to say anything. He just had to be like the rest of the faculty and turn a blind eye to it all.

He walked into the middle of the street holding his stop sign in his head, unfortunately drawing more attention to the husky than he wanted. Several cars stopped while Sasha waited, all of them looking at the husky in nothing but a t-shirt and an oversized diaper. He kept his head down, not wanting anyone to recognize him as the otter motioned for him to start walking. At least none of the other students were around to see him like this.

As soon as he got halfway across the street, he started in his jog again, trying to get away from there as fast as he could. The otter would have yelled at him to stop running, but he already felt bad enough for the boy as is. The otter always thought the little husky was cute, but he knew giving him any sort of nice treatment might mean backlash from his superiors. All he could do was wave goodbye to the pup as the car he was halting honked its horn at him to get out of the road.

Sasha felt like he was making good time, but making too much of a spectacle of himself as he went jogging in a diaper. The heavy padded garment bounced up and down with his tail, loudly crinkling with each step that he took. Anyone that was within twenty feet of him could hear the husky padding along the sidewalk while everyone in sight of him could see the large diaper hugging his ass. The white on his muzzle and ears were completely red from embarrassment. He just wanted to be invisible at this point.

He turned a corner, the definite sign of the halfway mark, and suddenly it hit him. The pill inside of him was excited by the cub’s jogging, dissolving inside of him and doing what it was intended to do. He felt his stomach cramp for a second before feeling immense pressure at his asshole. He tried to squeeze himself closed, but the injury just made that hurt and he let out a toot right into his diaper. He had to slow down as he felt each step upset his stomach a little more.

Whatever the ferret had put inside of him was making his stomach gurgle and his intestines feel weird. Every other step he took made him fart again and he began to feel pressure deep inside of him. He could feel something moving throughout his body just as he got to the little store outlet. He turned to the mini-mart and the restaurant, wondering if he could walk in and use their toilet. He also remembered what Mr Patrick said to him and wondered if the ferret was still watching him.

His indecision made him freeze and he began to take steps towards the mini-mart while also doubling back to the street. He was sure he could make it home at this point. He had to hold his potty in before and he knew he was a big boy. And even worse, if the ferret was spying on him, he’d be in big trouble. He started to walk back to the street, ready to take off in a jog again before he realize that whatever his teacher gave him was much too strong. He gasped as he felt it coming all at once and natural instincts kicked in.

He crouched down like an animal, getting himself low while he shat himself right in the middle of the parking lot. Several stoats watched him as the little boy began to fill the back of his diaper right there in broad daylight. Sasha could hear their voices, talking to each other like they were confirming their suspicions about canines. Tears ran down the sides of his face as he continued to go right there for everyone to see.

His puppy tail was high as the wet soft poop filled his already oversized diaper visibly. People could see the back of the diaper dipping from the sheer weight of his load. He couldn’t stop any of it, only pushing harder like his body was telling him to do. For a tiny pup, he sure was loud when he was going in front of the mini-mart and restaurant. He openly whimpered and cried through his flatulence. The entire thing drew a crowd of a dozen people to watch him like he was an exhibit at a zoo. Some teens laughed at him, taunting him and calling him names while the adults just shook their heads in shame.

After several minutes of trying to force himself to get everything out, he finally found enough strength to change positions. He stood up straight, feeling the nasty shit smear into the back of his diaper and fur. It felt so hot against his backside, between his legs, and pooled around the legs of the diaper. He was surprised that all of it managed to stay inside of his diaper, as it must’ve weighed a pound or so. He could feel the entire thing drag him down, but he couldn’t see what everyone else saw-the obvious brown stain of his shit bleeding through.

He looked around, noticing all the attention that he was receiving and stood still. He made eye contact with every single one of them, the teens, the adults, and even some kids he recognized in his school before gathering the strength to walk away from it all. He sniffled at the experience, traumatized by the embarrassment but numb enough to just go home. He couldn’t possibly care anymore than he did and just wanted to be back home.

His diaper dragged all along the way as he made his slow walk back to his house. People could see his business, taking pictures with their phones and recording it for the internet. He had to stop several more times before he finally reached the house, squatting each time as his body told him to shit himself again and again. He gained several more smaller audiences each time, but he just walked past them.

When he managed to get home, he didn’t even bother getting out of his diaper. He threw his backpack and shoes onto the floor and walked upstairs. He got into his room, kicking off his wet socks and tossing his shirt into his laundry basket. The cub crawled up into his bed and rested his head on his pillow. The warm diaper helped him relax and soon he passed out onto his bed, getting far from the traumas of today.

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