This is the second chapter of the series, Sometimes “Adult” Doesn’t Matter. If you skipped the first one, you’ll obviously be missing important contexts, so go fix that! Or, I guess if the kinks here are all you care about, and you don’t mind being confused until you piece things together properly or not, then by all means…

Red Text: Things found in this chapter, but might also be found in the previous chapter(s)
Blue text: Things likely to be found in the later chapter(s)
Purple Text: Things that only happened in the previous chapter(s)

-Sex between an adult and child (8:23)
-Male/male
-Orientation Change (Non-gay turned or finds out possibly gay or bi, but not focused on much)
-Diapers (including on an adult)
-Watersports (goes everywhere you can imagine)
-Scat (in diapers only, but gets detailed even there)
-Adult sub to dom child (can people do more of this, please?)
-Big sub/small dom
-Nonconsensual
-Magic (to make the story easier to write, because who cares about things being completely realistic when you’re horny and need certain fetishes in play? Okay, sometimes, but not here)
-Shrinking
-Genital Shrinking
-Micro (due to shrinking)
-Size Play (separate from shrinking, because of partial or full normalization)
-Size difference (because there becomes a significant one for a little bit :3 )
-Inflation
-Frotting
-Docking (with a reptilian-like genital vent)
-Oral sex
-Anal sex
-Torture (only a little bit)
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Sometime amidst the long night, the shrunken adult dragon, held captive within the young German Shepherd’s diaper and resting upon the giant furry nut sack, is awoken by the sound of a deep, bassy rumbling, later on followed by a loud crinkling, as something begins causing the thick garment to shift somewhere in the pitch black darkness inside.

Is he moving in his sleep? It doesn’t feel like it… He’s still lying on his back, it seems.

Chalenor would only realize what was actually happening as the strong smell that now invaded the padding overpowered even the pup’s musk.

He’s… sleep-pooping!?

The pup lets out a few soft grunts during his unconscious pushes, his legs pulling up closer to his form as he rolls to his side, a thumb going into his muzzle. This, of course, causes the dragon within that now stinky padding to suddenly slide from that roomy puppy sack, the orbs now a bumpy wall to him as he lands safely onto the soft cushion that the diaper offered in the crotch area.

Chalenor huffs in frustration, thinking about how he would so get the kid back for doing all this, as he buries his snout into the spongy white interior, trying to block out the acrid smell of what was likely a mountain of poo many times his size just in the seat of the diaper.

This wasn’t quite the end of the little event, though. Cory starts to shift once more just as he finishes making his sleep-mess, rolling to his tummy now, meaning that the wall of sack next to the miniscule dragon starts to become a blanket, Chalenor helplessly rolling neatly under it as the center of gravity relative to the padding rotates rather suddenly!

“Nooo!” The tiny, muffled shout doesn’t even make it out of the thick, crinkling walls of the diaper, as the dragon is smothered up to his neck underneath Cory’s fuzzy right nut, the puppy’s sheath snuggling up alongside his head. Lucky for him, the massive weight of the orb is only enough to keep him pinned under it with no further consequence, due to its natural malleability.

Chalenor struggles despite the weight, pushing up against the rolling mass of furred skin and trying to squirm out, but doesn’t really make any progress, being stuck on his back and forced to endure the strange feeling of being blanketed by a puppy nut, foreign tactile sensations shifting against the scales of his feet, hands, legs, arms, and torso during his futile effort. Even the dog’s sheath is snug against the side of his head, and he’s still quite aware of the wetness between his legs from the saturated pull-up he was put in, which had also added the scent of dog piss to the situation, though not nearly as strong as the two other predominant stenches, those being puppy musk and excrement.

He thinks about biting or clawing for a moment, but that would obviously earn him the child’s further punishment, so he just groans and closes his eyes, trying to get back to sleep so he could just skip to the part where he’s hopefully taken out in the morning…

*Crinkle, crinkle*

Chalenor snaps open his eyes, feeling like he was in a completely different position than he had fallen into the awkwardly imposed sleep in. He’s immediately met with sensation of being grabbed and lifted again, bright light finally washing over him and enabling his vision, which takes a moment to adjust.

“Morning, stinky dragon,” Cory greets, holding him in one paw as he rubs at an eye with the other, the Shep once again lying on his back in the dragon’s bed.

“… What? You’re the one with the smelly diaper…” Chalenor recalls from the nighttime incident, forgetting to forego being openly grouchy towards the kid upon just waking.

“Nuh-uh, you’re the one who’s wearing a poopy diaper!” the child taunts back, already beginning to undo the tapes with his free paw.

Chalenor gets the idea rather quickly. “No way; that’s not touching me. I’m done. You can kill me first!” he yells, struggling weakly in the strong grip of the huge puppy paw.

Cory barely feels the struggle, like it’s just a bug trying to worm its way out of the hand. “’Kay~” he replies as if he were making an insignificant, passive acknowledgement to a statement, and starts to squeeze the tiny dragon tightly around the torso.

Fuck, is he really going to do it? Chalenor clenches his eyes at the pain, muzzle wide open, as air is pushed out his lungs from the pressure against his chest. 

Gaaahh… Is this even actually a child, or is it some sort of evil demon creature? … Damn, my chest feels like it’s going to be crushed at this rate… He’s really… Nnnf…

Cory carefully watches the dragon, feeling his struggles die down. The dog stops squeezing, though, seeing tears begin to trail the scaled creature’s face, head starting to descend limply onto his index digit, the eyes still shut tight. Oops. He wasn’t trying to actually kill, but just scare the dragon, and now he was aware he was using too much strength for it.

The Shepherd quickly opens his grip, rotating his limb so that Chal is lying on his back in the palm of his paw. “Crap. Hey, uh…” he pauses, not wanting to show sympathy, but needing to make sure his toy was still going to be alright. “So, you had enough?” he asks, hoping the dragon would answer.

Chalenor had immediately begun taking in the precious oxygen, though it hurt to breathe in, as it expanded his sore chest area. He merely lets out a small grunt, staying down, obviously still very alive, but defeated nonetheless.

“Good,” Cory says, taking the lack of a scene of resistance as a yes.

By now, he had the diaper undone and the front down, showing off the large lump of his mess sitting just in front of his tail hole, and he had to be careful as he got up to slide his tail out of the hole without touching any of it. Accomplishing that, he shifted Chalenor into a new grip, laying him down into the still clean front portion of the diaper.

The dragon merely switches to lying on his side, curling up as he waits for the pain to fade away, clenching his teeth again.

Cory shifts uncomfortably, surprised he hadn’t wet the diaper last night, as he certainly needed to go now, and it was much more often that he’d pee in his sleep than poop. He stares down at Chalenor, thinking to himself for a while as the scalie recovered.

“Alright, I gotta pee now, soo…” the pup lets himself trail off, grinning suddenly as he reaches down to the tiny dragon, forcing him to uncurl and lie on his back.

The tip of his read penis head can be seen peeking out of his sheath as he brings it down to Chal’s head, the piss hole probably being enough to fit part of the small dragon’s muzzle inside.

“If you drink as much as you can of this, I won’t make you eat any of THAT afterwards.” The child motions to the mess pile inside the diaper just a ways off from the reduced Chal, the dragon finally opening his eyes again, looking over to the doggy crap, and then back to the red flesh staring him down.

The kid was really messed up in the head, but he didn’t have a possible out for this… He has no choice but to nod slightly to the deal and wait for it to happen.

“Okay, if you aren’t taking as much as you can, I’ll feel it, ya know!” the cub warns as he does, in fact, use his pawed digits to push a portion of the dragon’s muzzle into that canine penis! 

Lucky for Chal, the seal that far inside the urethra isn’t quite good enough to cut off air to his nostrils, but he does find it rather hard to breathe once the pup lets out a relaxed sigh and starts to give him a trickle of the golden fluid, the liquid threatening to flood into his nostrils until he reluctantly opens his muzzle, allowing the powerful taste to enter is maw. He nearly gags at the strong puppy urine, the stuff also meant to mark things as territory, of course, so it had to be potent, and now it was like the dragon’s insides were being marked, as he started to heavily swallow, needing to void his mouth of the stuff, since it was getting fuller faster, that trickle turning into a tiny stream for the kid, but quite a bit for the tiny Chalenor to handle.

The dragon clenches his eyes once again as the stream turns into a torrent, hot doggy urine rushing quicker into his maw than he can handle, sending some of the fluids around his muzzle and dribbling down his cheeks and jaw as the pressure built up, the scalie also distinctly feeling the warmth flooding down his throat and down to his belly as he tries to gulp the stuff, eventually feeling rather full, almost groaning back into the flow as his stomach complains, seeming to be stretching to accommodate the volume of puppy piss.

Quite a bit of time seems to pass like this, the Shep not being able to pee with normal force, since he was being held back by the muzzle currently shoved into his dick, but he notices the dragon already trying to pull himself free as he feels he’s about half-way done.

“What is it? I’m not finished,” he informs, seeming annoyed as he has to pinch at his shaft to help him stop, which hurts a little, even as he doesn’t stop it completely, some of the pungent fluid still dribbling out onto Chalenor’s chest as he’s allowed to pull back, the acrid aftertaste staying on his tongue, and likely to be there for quite a long time.

“I can’t drink anymore. It hurts…” Chal groans out, a liquidy burp escaping his maw as the stuff drips from his face.

Cory looks down at the dragon’s stomach, which does seem to have taken on a round bulge, mostly hiding the toned ab-muscle.

“Fine, but I still gotta finish going, so…” The pup begins to hastily tear the sides of the dragon’s wet pull-up, which were already meant for easier taking off of the garment, so it was a rather quick series of motions, the thinner padding being slid off Chalenor’s tail and placed aside.

“Hehe~ You like this, too!” he teases, seeing the micro penis on the tiny dragon aroused from its home again, causing Chal to flush up and look away.

I DON’T like this! It’s some sort of magic again; I know it is! It HAS to be!

The kid quickly gets over the little surprise he revealed with a last giggle, before pressing his canine cock tip to the dragon’s tail hole. He did realize it wouldn’t be very likely that he’d get much of his pee inside him this way, since he was too large to even fit the head into the micro dragon, but he could at least make his body grow just big enough to properly align his piss slit with Chalenor’s entrance, which was what was already beginning to happen!

Chalenor lets out another groan, knowing what was obviously coming, but doesn’t even bother trying to escape it, just continuing to stay on his back, almost completely submissive to the treatment at this point, as he feels himself growing in size, that puppyhood at his rump feeling hot and wet as it still dribbled onto him, finally becoming a manageable enough comparison in size to his hole that the tip could easily align, the head of the member still being big enough to completely hide his little hole with its girth, so it still wouldn’t be fitting in.

“Same deal; try to hold everything in when I’m done.” Now, as the pup let go of his sheath, the flow started up immediately this time, causing his doggy urine to swiftly begin flooding into Chal’s bowels, only some of it spurting out the sides of the connection, since it wasn’t perfect, and the pressure was quite high.

The humiliated dragon can only clench his teeth again as he feels the torrent of voluminous golden fluid fill him in the opposite end this time, his own penis twitching and eventually even starting to drool onto his scales. He even feels his lower abdomen begin to swell after a while, making gurgly sounds as everything was sufficiently flooded in there, only adding to the effect his bulging belly had already.

By the time Cory had finished draining his bladder into the dragon, he looked as if he had eaten several full-course meals, bloated belly rounding off quite noticeably and causing a stretching feeling in those scales, as they had to cover the extra surface area. The erect dragonhood, that could once lie flat along his abdomen, was now only reaching a couple inches over the swollen bulging there, and plenty of clear fluid was trailing down the shaft, running over the groups of ridges and down his somewhat swollen knot.

Pulling his cock away now, the Shep could see the quivering tail hole of the dragon, struggling to keep everything in so he wouldn’t have to eat any of the stinking mess still waiting nearby. It would also do a pretty bad number on the bed sheets, which were already pretty wet from the dripping and dribbling, meaning his bed was marked with the puppy’s scent, too.

“Okay, now I’ll just get you in this, and you can let go, since you’re having such a hard time holding yourself. I’m not the only one who needs diapers, apparently. Hehe.”

Chalenor finds his body growing once more as he’s picked up, the Shep needing to use both arms to heft him onto the diaper seat now. Surprisingly… or not, the volume of pee keeps him swollen even as he grows, the liquid apparently growing with him, which would make sense now that he thought about it. If bodily fluids didn’t follow the growth and shrinking, he’d had ended up being popped from his own blood when he had been reduced in size!

The now inflated dragon cringes at the feeling of the canine’s soft mess pressing to his tail hole as he’s sat upon it in the diaper, his body now finished growing again, the load being mushed under his weight. Cory was already working behind him to slip his thick, draconic tail through the elastic, then having him lie back so he could pull the front of padding up between his legs  and… then get stuck trying to make the tapes meet the landing zone properly. The dragon was too fat there now for it to fit him!

“Ah, oops. Hold on, I got this,” the kid says, Chalenor shrinking in size again. “I forgot about that. Guess you’ll need to be even smaller than you were just when you were wearing the Smallp- I mean, pull-up,” he comments, grinning as he shrunk the dragon down until he could get the tapes properly snug to the front part of the diaper, sealing his mess to the scalie’s form.

“There! Now, sit up, stinky draggy,” Cory orders, still grinning.

Chalenor winces as he follows the command, that muddy puppy mess in his diaper squishing and spreading with his weight, flowing partially into the front, where he could feel the icky touch of the somehow still warm mass against the knot of his needy penis, which actually twitched and spat out more pre to run down the shaft as this happened.

“Good, now let’s get out of bed,” Cory issues, commanding the dragon around as if his every move need be dictated, the child already climbing down anyway.

Chalenor obediently follows the directive, scaling down the side of the bed after the kid and realizing he was having much harder time of it, due to his new stature and extra fluid mass. Once he did get his feet back onto the carpet, he blushes, his new height only reaching up to the pup’s navel, simultaneously feeling the sticky excrement clinging to him as he shifted uncomfortably. He apparently needed to lose quite a bit of his size to make due for that diaper with his newly rotund belly, all evidence of any tone there completely gone.

The standing also brought on a fierce urge at the dragon’s poor, twitching tail hole, gravity assisting the weight of the puppy’s urine in assaulting the failing seal of his exit, small squirts already spurting out into the messy seat of his newly adorned babyish padding. Chal unintentionally makes a small whine, pulling his tail down between his legs to stop from making an even bigger mess in the padding, even though that just further pressed the puppy crap to his scales, hardly doing a very good job of plugging that failing flesh ring.

“Does that mean you like keeping all of my pee in you, little draggy? Or maybe I should call you a hatchling, since you’re practically the size of one, and you’re about to go in your diapie,” Cory teases, smirking as he watches Chalenor stand there, awkwardly holding himself.

“N- no! I just don’t… Nnnf…” the dragon trails off as a loud, bubbling spurt of pee forces its way out of his bowels. It was too much to hold back now! Chalenor whimpers, letting his tail twitch back up to relieve the pressure that was now causing him pain to keep in.

The dragon’s gurgling bowel’s erupt like a volcano that very moment, flooding the poopy diaper with puppy pee, making it swell up from the seat to the crotch as the warm fluid spreads quickly, the scalie soon finding solid matter escaping him, as well, as he helplessly adds his own bowel movement to the chaos inside the padding, filling that bulging seat and shifting some contents to the front to make room, that puppy mess now being lifted higher up his still throbbing dragonhood, now resting against most of his sensitive shaft.

“Well, looks like you can’t hold your number twos even in the daytime; that makes you more a baby than what you thought I was!” the cub vocally jabs, the dragon just having a staring contest with the floor as he finishes up in that diaper, bubbly, spurting fart noises abundant.

If that wasn’t enough, the violent involuntary release of his bowels had also caused him to start peeing into the front of the thirsty fabric, swelling it there even more with his own urine now, a pitter-patter noise making it all the more obvious.

Cory giggles at this, then suddenly turns and goes to retrieve Chal’s wooden chair from the computer desk, the light-brown surface only reinforcing the reminder of what the dragon had in his diaper.

“Sit, hatchy. You have another job now,” the Shepherd commands, Chalenor knowing exactly what he meant as he finally looked up again. The dog’s cock was hardened once again, the child apparently quite turned on by the dragon’s humiliating display.

Chalenor sighs and reluctantly complies, tentatively climbing up into the already uncomfortable chair and clenching his muscles up as he carefully sat himself down, feeling that now double mass of soggy mess in his diaper flood around his scales, squelching and spreading once again, completely burying his cock in it now, as room was running out for things to go in there. At least he had finished peeing, and the overfull thing still wasn’t leaking, at least for now.

Cory steps up, paws going around Chal’s head horns, pulling his head closer to that bobbing canine erection so the dragon can properly service it with his muzzle. It was quite big for the massively downgraded size of his maw. He scrunches up his face as his muzzle lips are forced against the shiny red flesh of the puppy cock.

“Well go on, or do you want to try getting me off while mouse-sized? Oh, I could flood your little body with cum and make it even rounder, then!”

Chal quickly gets to work after hearing that, opening his muzzle to stick out his tongue, giving the head of the child’s dick a little lick, before moving along his shaft, just making those small licks along the way, causing the kid to moan and squirm in place, clear pre beginning to trail down the pulsing dog flesh, which inevitably  gets licked up by the dragon as he drags that thick tongue back along the entire length now, at least getting a better taste than what he got from the cub’s pee.

His effort apparently just sends the pup into a horny frenzy, as he finds his head being pulled toward that musky crotch by his horns, puppyhood sliding in and filling his maw. The dragon starts to squirm just as much as the pup in his chair now, for some reason being filled with the same urge  to hump something, anything, even if it was that gross, sticky mass blanketing his penis inside the stinky diaper, which he does! Chal lets out an involuntary moan into that doggy dick currently dribbling sexual fluids onto the back of his tongue, as he humps into the Shepherd’s filth in that overused padding, his own mess he let out earlier squishing lewdly underneath his quickly shifting rump.

Cory begins  properly fucking that warm draconic muzzle now, keeping a tight grip on the dragon’s horns as he pistons his leaking doggy meat in and out of the slick cavern, knot inflating and slapping against Chalenor’s lips with each inward thrust. The dragon’s messy member is pretty much in the same condition as he grinds into the mucky diaper front, not caring anymore how much of a mess he made in there.

The pup begins to howl, Chalenor instinctively grabbing behind the knot and gripping hard, pumping a little to help him finish, getting rewarded with the cub’s spraying cum, which he automatically swallows, gulping the slimy fluids down to be added to his overstuffed belly until he rumbles around the thick length, spurting his draconic seed into that mess of a diaper, adding to the sticky mess as it flowed along his grinding length, the dragon shuddering to the tactile sensations.

Cory huffs and rests his puppy cock tightly into Chal’s maw, knot being frenched by the horny dragon audibly gulping down all of that stored pup cum, and even suckling to get more out, until they were both spent, the dragon finally opening his eyes to look up to the cub with his ears flattened, puppyhood being kept in his muzzle until the kid finally did feel like removing it himself.

The Shepherd gazes back down, looking at the dragon’s submissive expression for a while, before slowly beginning to slide his length out, a few thin strands of mixed cum and saliva staying connected to Chal’s tongue and the cub prick, which the scalie actually fixes with a few licks to the deflating member without being asked, blushing furiously.

“I KNEW you were loving this… Now go get a shower, hatchling. You stink worse than I ever did.”