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He gets woken up by his mother with a small, doting, embarrassing kiss on his forehead, and due to her cherry red lipstick, it leaves a prominent mark. “Ugh, Mama, I asked you to stop with the kissing, I’m too old for that,” with a classic teenage exasperated grunt, he wakes up trying his best to wipe the kiss mark off his head rudely. “Sorry, sweetie, you know you’re always my little baby, I can’t help with it” She winced as she was met with such a cold, angry tone yet she told herself it was only because he’s a growing little man.\n\n\n Mallory wasn’t the tallest of women, but like wine, she aged beautifully, she was slightly chubby with love handles, but the plumpness projected a warm loving exterior. Her pregnancy weight never really left, but in the best way possible, her cup size stayed at a massive G cup, and her hips brushed across each door frame she went through. It embarrassed her slightly, but she had more important matters to attend to like starting breakfast for her family. Zach got out of his bed as soon as his mother left the room, thankfully she did since his manhood was standing at attention, leaving a small dark stain. His teenage hormones raged wild, giving his newly engorged meat stick a five-and-a-half-inch slab of meat from his deep searches on the internet, he says he is above average. He quickly sneaks into the bathroom with his phone in hand and headphones on, and it only takes him a nice long minute of pumping to his favorite big-bootied Latina. \n\n\nHe quickly recovered from his morning ritual and cleaned himself up, a clean operation in his eyes, he chuckled at his own joke as he walked out and bumped into his strong, burly father. He was a former army general, but he’s been retired for 10 years, so he slowly got out of shape with how relaxed his self-regiment is. Darryl was 6 feet tall and wide as a brick wall, he still had some sculpting of muscle on his body, but his hairy gut stuck out prominently. His pecs jiggled with each step he took to the kitchen and also as he picked his diminutive son back up from the ground, “Watch out Private, I could’ve stepped on ya!”. He snickered at the tease while Zach grumbled dramatically not liking how easy it was for him to be taken out by his hair-dorky dad. \n\n\nHe stomped off to the kitchen in a black hoodie, and jeans, as he sat down at the table, waiting to be served his buttermilk pancake and amenities. Mallory served his pancakes and milk with two eggs and bacon shaped into a little smiling face, a little thing she’s grown into the habit of doing much to Zach's angsty chagrin “Ugh Mom I’m not a little kid anymore you can stop doing that!”. He ruined the smile with a fork breaking the yolks and tearing the bacon with unfounded malice as his mother looked on with a sense of disappointment and sadness. She was not ready for the angsty teenage years of her little boy becoming an independent person so quickly and quite frankly so rude and harsh at the most random of moments. She took a deep breath and stood tall once again as her husband walked in, she quickly served his large stack of hot cakes with a bright happy smile. \n\n\nThey shared an affectionate little kiss, though the bedroom has been dead for quite a while, their love for each other has never waned or faltered, though that didn’t mean that they didn’t have their secrets, spats. They began to talk their usual boring adult business as Zach turned up his videos and music to an ear-numbing decibel as he ignored everything going around him. As he finished breakfast and took off his headphones to put all his dishes away in the sink, he looked back at his parents, “So, what do you think champ, you up for it?”. The teenage boy was confused, but it was probably something stupid that he could get out of later with a sore stomach, “yeah sure whatever I don't care I’m gonna go now see ya”. The answer brought them a strange joy, it seemed he must’ve said the right answer, they were super affectionate even more than usual as he left through the door. \n\n\nHe walked to the school, which was a short fifteen-minute walk. Ever since he left middle school, his 14-year-old addled brain has thought he needs to be hyper-independent just like a mature adult. On his walk home, he got pounced on by his best friend, a rabbit anthro with a top of blue hair wearing a punk shirt and his usual smug grin. Zach was much less edgy when it came to his friends, but still feeling his friend's bottom-heavy body press down on him so suddenly made him flustered. Totally not in a gay way, even if Cerulean's meaty huge bunny bulge presses against him every day, that gives him a small boner every time. Or even when he bends down and shows off his fat white-furred cheeks, and especially no homo when he almost cums when his foul twerk wind hits his nose. \n\n\n“Dude~!! Stop being such a homo, fat ass haha!” Zach pushes him off his body and quickly adjusts his hoodie to cover up the small stiffy he got. “Ugh, humans and your dumb boundaries it's just a little cuddling, Dork!” He laughed and flicked his nose with his black-painted dull claw nubs while they walked joking around as boys their age do. “So~ Did you talk to your Girlfriend yet <3” Cerulean put his hand under his shirt and pretended to have exaggerated breasts. “Hey don’t do that ya perv~! Greta is okay and we moved to the next base,” the bunny jumped up and down, clapping excitedly with his hands and his cheeks, much to Zach's delight. He pulled out his phone and let the rabbit view the video of his fat-chested bovine girlfriend pecking him on the lips more on accident than anything but it was a big stride for the human boy.\n\n\nCerulean was disappointed as he stared, waiting for more to happen, but nothing did “Well, you humans do like to take it slow hehe~!” he put his paw on his friend's back and patted him with an unimpressed look. The pubescent human ignored his friends' patronizing and condescension, putting away his phone as they went into school, going through another monotonous routine. Only broken during lunch, when something is always going on, but what can you expect from public schools, Zach took advantage of this time in the best way possible. With his fat-breasted bovine girlfriend, they have known each other since middle school, but have only been dating for the last year.\n\n\nOnce they meet, they kiss at lunch, now more comfortable after that embarrassing attempt that he showed Cerulean. With each giggle her heaving bosom jiggled for seconds at a time like butter-filled balloons as her doughy fat ass crushed the plastic seat under her. Her rear was so big it would flow to the other sides of the chair, and now that the human lover was going through puberty, he could finally acknowledge Greta’s beauty. He would get so wrapped up in said beauty that he would stare off into his fantasies for awkward amounts of time, which she finds annoying. “Eyes are up here, you dummy” she gives him a swift smack at the back of his head, bringing him back to the land of the living with an angry girlfriend to scold him. \n\n\nEventually, the school day ends with the ring of the all too familiar bell, signaling the retreat back home to each student’s respective domicile. The angsty teen walked home alone with no friends at his side needing to destress after such a hard day of school and to mentally prepare for what he blindly agreed to. “God, I bet they’re gonna make me go to a soup kitchen or clean the car…” The ever bratty single child trudges back home practicing his groans of pain pretending to have the most violent of belly aches. He waits at the door for one of his parents to let him in like usual, but he waits there for much longer than is normal even on the days when both of them could be busy. He rang the doorbell, his bad temper starting to flare up as a rushed pair of footsteps approached and then quickly opened the door revealing to be his prime dilf father. \n\n\n“What the hell-” Before Zach could start his temper tantrum, his mouth was shut with a stare of disapproval and anger, this had never happened before, which shocked the boy down to his core. “Listen champ, we are usually very relaxed with your language but you have to watch it now remember what you agreed to!?” he sounded almost exasperated more than usual at the teen's antics. Zach thought to himself his ill temper blazing “Did I fucking agree to a swear jar or cussing absitence FUCK NO” with a rebuttal stuck in his throat ready to roar out. But he was rapidly distracted as the sound of a crinkle and swishing of fabric being rubbed against each other got his attention, the source revealed behind his father. A toddler no older than 3 wearing the poofiest, fluffiest pull-ups he'd ever seen, his hair was bright pink like cotton candy with a soft cute complexion. \n\n\nThat explained the no-cussing rule he was suddenly pulled under, maybe they agreed to babysit someone’s brat for a little while, which brought a deeper scowl to his face as he stared at his adorable face. The little boy looked human despite the chimeric jumble of animal parts he was sporting, with two elegant white dove wings on his back. A poofy skunk tail behind came from a hole in his crinkly poofy pamp. As he looked back at Zach, his deep blue eyes sent a shiver down his spine like he was facing a superior predator. His mouth grinned with the cutest of dimples as he stared into Zach's soul, “Hewwo nice to meet chu~!” Hearing his high-pitched voice made both parents swoon. \n\n\nBut the cuteness didn’t affect him; it didn’t seem real. It sounded uncanny somehow, but it was so subtle that he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong. The strawberry-haired tot looked away, letting his guard down, seemingly letting the older boy in the house as if he were a stranger visiting. The house smelled different as he walked in, it was not the dinner cooking on the stove, something had altered, but once again he stood there confused, not sure what was amiss. Mallory reached into view looking sunnier than she has in a long time she picked up the waddling poofy pampered tot by his butt with a big embarrassing kiss on his little head. “Hehe so did you make a good impression on your new little brother sweetie~?” her sweet, saccharine voice spoke with such an excited tone that it excited the barely grown chimera in her hand with a giggle. \n\n\nWith those simple words, his entire world shattered with the sudden revelation of what he had agreed to, it echoed in his head, and he couldn’t believe what he had just said. His father, from behind, placed a hand on his shoulder, “Hehe, you acting like you forgot sport, so make sure no more cussing, Biscuit doesn’t need to be learning any of your naughty language”. He almost fell to his knees, his single-child dreams shattering before him, as his parents doted on their new subject of affection while he remained shocked by the news. “Come on sugar, give your little brother a hug to welcome him into the family,” Mallory brought the boys together, she put Biscuit in his embrace, he looked much heavier than he did. Zach had to actively strain his muscles to hold him up while the small brat looked to be happy until his face turned a deeper shade of red and his small belly gurgled like a raging stampede of angry bulls. \n\n\nHis bright blue ridiculously sized diaper turned a dark shade of yellow, it was such a deep amber color that if it were anyone else it would’ve been a sign of kidney failure. It was so hot like boiling water being shot out of a fire hose, the struggling teen was disgusted but also felt the feeling of emasculation. Even though the one foot of diaper absorbent material, it leaked the boiling liquid onto Zach's shirt slightly singeing the budding chest hair he was sporting while dripping on the floor. Biscuit’s diaper sagged with the gallons of toxic citrus he was expelling until the weight became so much that the older boy couldn’t handle his weight. It was a small blessing as his backside exploded with a deep sputtering raunchy blast of nasty gas not even the soggy cotton could muffle the absolute bass drop that he unloaded in his backside.\n\n\nThe house was filled with the odor, no wonder it smelled; the other scents weren’t able to defend against the utter miasma the small tot oozed so casually. Before the second burst could escape his sphincter, Mallory picked him up and rushed him to the bathroom before her floors were further ruined. Darryl stifled a laugh as he stared at his speechless son with his piss-stained clothes steaming with acrid baby urine “Ha ha! This is karma for how you have been behaving lately, son”. He walked over and gave him another pat on the back, “Your new little brother is a little special, how about you go change, you smell like a barnyard”. Zach ran to his room when he finally came to his senses, passing by the bathroom as the most earthy potent stench leaked from under the door.\n\n\nHis room was the only place where things couldn’t reach him, his finely made man cave from years of living in the same spot. But once he opened the door everything was so different there was a crib where all his used to be, his horny posters with posed bikini babes are put away, and his closet was filled with boxes of the industrial strength cute pamps. He threw his shirt to the side, his skin still stained with a visible layer of pee, making him gag and heave with how strong it burned his nose. He searched and found some baby wipes, he ripped them open and bathed himself as much as he could, trying to wipe off the stink that so deeply permeated his skin. Each wipe became a deep amber color until the smell became faint enough to be tolerated he scrounged up the nasty wipes and dumped them into a diaper pail in the corner of the room. \n\n\nHe needed to recollect himself for a moment, so many things were happening all at once, and many dynamics were changing due to his blunder, if he had just said no, would things still be the same? Zach trudged back down to the living room to his father, already comfortable in his wife's beater, in his special chair, which he claimed as his rightful territory “There you are a princess!”. He laughed a bit too hard at his joke, Zach had no bandwidth to reply with a snarky remark, he just sat in the adjacent chair, looking at him with a glare leaving no room for business. “Hah… alright alright sport soften that glare listen up cause your little brother is a lot special in more ways than one” Being an unashamed diaper wetter and fart blaster didn’t constitute a way to be special to him but whatever. “You know what Hyper-ism is, right?” Darryl asked with a serious expression like a drill sergeant, there is no room for jokes or playfulness. \n\n\n“Yeah, Ceru has type 3 hyper-ism along with the rest of his family…he told me… and unfortunately showed me…multiple times” As he said it he connected the dots and started to think during the brief moment of silence. “I-Is the brat a hyper too? He’s a type one right?” That diagnosis just meant he had an early matured libido and a larger-than-average organ along with a small boost in virility. Darryl shook his head no, “I mean type two is a bit much, Dad, can you handle that?” Type 2 scents had a powerful aphrodisiac-like effect along with a higher boost in size and virility. Darryl once more shook his head, “Let me speak boy! He’s a type three and I want you to make him feel welcomed, none of this angsty mean bullying towards him or else you’ll be grounded”. Type three were the rarest, only a handful being known to exist at a time in the world, their excretions were godly, they digest things so finely that each expulsion could destroy or create countries. Their scat could revive the most desolate of lands, their sperm are so dense with nutrients that one drop could feed a person for a whole week with no other need for food. \n\n\nTheir piss could suck the toxins out of one's body rumors say that drinking it could cure any disease in the world but these are all unfounded claims but the government believes each rumor seemingly. The government finds these individuals to be incredibly special, sending not only specialized physicians to their homes but also a heavy subsidy check to their door every week. Zach’s mind was blown again, he became the second priority from just a mere conversation, not only that, but it explained why he felt such fear and emasculation. “W-WHY?!” without a second of thinking “He needed a home and nobody else could help, plus once we saw the little one in his massive diaper I and your mother fell in love”. Mallory, at this point, came out of the bathroom with Biscuit waddling beside her, with a freshly cleaned pull-up while Mallory looked to be bloated with a beachball in her stomach. \n\n\n“Looks like you gave him to run down thank you honey~! Now who’s hungry? I made meatloaf!” She let out such a beastly belch from her lips it almost shook the ground beneath her. She acted like it was such a common occurrence, and walked further into the kitchen, at this point Zach had no surprises left in his body, just quiet nervous contempt. He followed his bloated mother and new little brother to the table as he was served his greasy meat dinner. He had long lost his appetite after being used like a fire hydrant by that disgusting brat, but it seemed that Mallory was more focused on feeding her strawberry-sweet son. “Mom, why aren’t you eating? You don’t usually skip meals?” he said with small genuine concern that plastered a happy smile on Mal’s face thinking his concern was adorable.\n\n\n“Oh don’t worry sugar plum~! I’m alright, plus I had a big lunch already,” she pinches the skunk’s little cheeks as he giggles back knowingly. The teen boy thought to himself that even if his mom did touch him that way, there was no way she could have swallowed that much and not puked it up. He picked at his food, trying to feign hunger as his family joked and laughed with the small brat, it was too much for him and he pushed out of his chair. He excused himself from the table without actually being permitted, as he ran to his room, he couldn’t be around them, he just needed a few moments to himself. He lay on his soft bed, it still smelled like him, providing some comfort in this sea of change Zach could only do two things, think or relax in the only way he knew. \n\n\nHe reached down to his saggy flaccid dick and scooped it from his pants letting it flop out into the cold air it had a sheen coating of sweat it smelled weakly of his scent. He touched his 3 inches of soft cock, and a small shudder went through his spine as he felt the worries of today start to melt away. He grabbed his phone and turned it on to his favorite porn videos those fat asses twerking to music so rhythmically staying on the beat as their cheeks clap together lewdly. He moans hushedly not wanting any unwanted family members to listen to his horny self-massaging as his decently sized dick pitifully spewed drops of pre. Usually by the five-minute mark, he would start to feel himself approaching climax, but he was as hard as a rock, not close to emptying his balls. \n\n\n He groans into his pillows muffling his moans as he stopped focusing on the porn and just stroked himself trying his best to cum before becoming sore. But nothing he just felt more pent up, no closer to an orgasm than when he first started, that was until an acrid stench permeated his nose. It was his piss-soaked clothes he threw in a corner it called to him in his horny drunk brain like a succubus luring him into danger. He managed to get up on his feet, going into a sort of autopilot state, walking closer to the soiled clothes. He got on his knees, covered by the crib from the door’s view, and he touched the soggy clothes. \n\n\nThey were somehow still miraculously hot like they were just pulled from a soggy drier but also reeked of hot potent urine. Nothing could match how strong it smelled, not the worst maintained gas station bathroom or a bar after happy hour. But what once was a disgusting smell, now felt beckoning and delicious to the point his mouth watered with anticipation. He couldn’t believe what he was going to do, with the stained shirt balled up in his hand he brought close to his pale nose and took a quick, testing sniff.\n\n\nThe shock burst through his body like the most potent drug in the world his upper half fell to the floor as his dick twitched finally feeling that sensation of reaching the peak of orgasm. He almost yelped from the sensation that he spurted a heavy rope of pre from the deepest parts of his balls as he took a deeper sniff. His flat ass raised in the air as he laid there like a bitch begging waiting to be fucked in his place even his unused pucker twitched open and close from the sensation. He snorted the filth on his shirt to the point that the remnants of piss droplets stained his lungs and throat he could taste the sourness on the back of his throat. He squealed on the carpet like a bitch as he crossed his legs he could feel his cum rushing through his dick, the white goo felt boiling as it rushed out. \n\n\nHe came on the floor like he had never before, making a sticky white puddle under the crib as he came violently, the soft fabric soon becoming white as he spewed. He came for what felt like forever but it was only ten seconds from how he edged himself for an hour with his pitiful jerking off to porn videos. Soon he regained enough sense to pick himself up from the floor, more like crawl away from the puddle of shame he created, he would need to wipe away the sticky puddle later. But he once again regained his senses and the post-nut clarity hit him in the deepening throbbing of the pain of regret… “Did I just cum hands-free from the little brat's piss stain…?”. His dick started to go flaccid again as Zach’s face stunk of urine making his shame deepen further into his psyche the fact he orgasmed so violently to baby piss made his mind twist and turn into pretzels. \n\n\n He needed to get this filth off him before it stained his pores even further, he grabbed a towel and ran over to the bathroom thankfully it wasn't occupied this time. As Zach turned on the water to heat it he sprinted back to his room to grab a change of clothes something that didn’t reek of the brat. As he searched around his room going through his drawers it seemed his mother brought his collection of clothes to clean downstairs. Hopefully, they were in the dryer but it didn’t even matter right now hell maybe it would be soggy with powerful-smelling detergent and whatever she puts in it. He ventured downstairs though no one seemed to be in the living room not a peep or an annoying crinkle from a diaper in earshot. \n They could all just be in their room doting on the strawberry colored skunk chimera he chided himself that he kept on thinking so hard about the tot when he was trying to do the very opposite. The more he tried to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind the more they rushed back to the forefront the smell of that pee still clung to the inside of his nose. Zach thought to himself a small thought intruded through the mess that maybe he could steal a used diaper from the pail and use it while it’s still fresh. He lurched as if he was in pain and forcefully grunted to hide that thought from his wilding brainstorm of horny adolescent hormones. He reached the garage where the washer and dryer were as he went to open the door he could hear the sounds of thirsty frantic slurping. \n\n\n Zach could only imagine what disgusting things were happening inside yet his eyes needed to see what was happening as he cracked the door open. There he saw his strong dignified father the former army veteran on his knees worshipping a cock that was as long as he was tall and girthier than his torso. The massive hyper cock was so smooth yet veiny that there was not a single sign of maturity on that fat throbbing pole yet it outclassed him so easily in every single way. His dick couldn’t even match the size of the thinnest vein on Biscuit’s white skunk cock each pulse made it jump up as it pumped on pre-cum on his father’s hairy ass. He slurped all over the cock making sure to move over to the tip and give it extra care by shoving his tongue under the foreskin slurping up the musky stench-filled mess that was brewing under it.\n\n\n Darryl like a bitch in heat moaned and squealed into the meaty pole his mouth tried to stretch around the massive mushroom tip but failed he was still unprepared to take it any further. Biscuit relished in being worshipped every time the middle-aged man strong man squealed for him it blazed pleasure through his body making his little cute mouth squeak with pleasure. Zach watched intently no matter how far his respect lowered for Darryl he didn’t peel his eyes off the sight seeing his little brother get molested was so…fucking hot. Did this even count it looked like Biscuit was enjoying just as much as the himbo pedo well Darryl definitely is loving it more with how he snorted the musk like a new drug. In a weird turn of events with a swift kick from his chubby white leg, he struck Darryl in the face he was still too young to do damage but it was still painful. \n\n\n“Diaper time,” he said so casually it wasn’t just a demand but an expectation even Zach was tempted to help with diaper time even though he had no idea what it meant until seconds later. His ass was massive it almost touched his strawberry coils as he bent down presenting his fat ass to his adopted father’s face. It bounced and jiggled with waves, with each small movement he made to get himself comfortable in the unusual position as his pre-nut pooled on the floor. It was so plush without imperfection something only a newborn or an angel could have it radiated an aura of pure perfection or maybe it was the musk that it exuded that killed brain cells in the most pleasurable way possible. The vapors condensed in the air like a freshly shot gun, it raised in the air in a dreadful cloud of brown concentrated stench that only the devil could tolerate. \n\n\nDarryl drooled at the muddy sight. This wasn’t a disgusting task; this was an honor. To be his little kid’s rim cleaner was a task fit only for him to complete. He leaned forward and gently caressed his pink wet tongue on the perimeter of the fatty doughy buns getting the faintest taste of mud on the tip of his tongue. His muscles tensed as he passed out for a small moment as he came back to earth with a head-exploding climax his unprepared balls clenched as they emptied themselves in his pants. \n\n\nHe panted on needing to breathe that small lick made his brain hazy, and his willpower shattered to a million pieces leaving only a small command to echo in his brain-dead mind “Serve…master”. He dove his face deep into the chocolate covered ass mounds of the small boy and slurped at the scat as his balls uncontrollably clenched to push out any evidence of his former seat as the man of the house. Zach watched in horror and strange avarice as his father licked at the shit hole with a hunger matched only by a dog greedily devouring. He pulled his head out from between the fat cheeks it looked like he just dunked his head in a clogged toilet yet he went inside once more for round two with a barely caught breath. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPFRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT Taking full advantage of having his shit hole cleaned Biscuit decided that his old man deserved a reward of swallowing his backed muggy farts. \n\n\nThe rancid eggy fumes burst into the air raising the temperature by ten degrees, they were so toxic that, Darryl could feel his nose hair incinerate as he swallowed the miasma. His cheeks clenched tightly around his head leaving him no way to pull out from Biscuit’s mounds of wobbling ass fat. [b][i][color=#4e9a06]BRAPPPPFFFRRPPPPOOOOOTTTTT[/color][/i][/b] A second round hit him down his throat they echoed in his body as he was used as a fart rag his fart lasted for ten seconds. Darryl’s cheeks bloated with the gas as he came all over himself he raised his hands and milked the small boy’s massive dick with a drunk fervor as his brains melt. Darryl’s muscle gut expanded as he swallowed fart after fart as he tried to milk the fatty beefy skunk meat with his rough calloused hands. \n\n\n[b][i][color=#4e9a06]PPOOTTTTTTPPRRRRTTBBRRRPPPPBRAPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTTBBRRRPPPP[/color][/i][/b]\nEach fart shook the ground like a localized seismic quake but Darryl could care less until his child was fully satisfied he wasn’t either. His smooth nut sack bobbed up and down as he was brought closer to climax making his blasts of stink more solid his pushes became more scat sprayed from the deepest parts of his bowels. They were so compact and dense that not even the manure of hundreds of cows could compare with the power of the pure unbridled stench of that poison gust. With one last push Biscuit's smooth balls clenched tightly showing off the virility and veins coursing through the sack as he started to push out his nasty almost yellow cock snot. It wasn’t a liquid it was solid like a tube of chewy solid wet concrete that came from his cock hole like girthy cables of the most solid virile semen to ever exist. \n\n\nHe came for 5 minutes before he pinched off the last rope like he was taking a shit while he was still being cleaned and lapped by Bob’s slutty filthy tongue. Biscuit had enough and let one more rip it was so violent that it pushed him back so hard he tumbled back but he wasn’t done. He hopped off the washing machine and opened the dryer and pointed his backside towards the opening and with a grunt he pushed a fart so solid and wet that it had semi-solid chunks of [b][i][color=#8f5902]scat [/color][/i][/b]flying inside. Zach’s clothes were ruined forever as they were buried in shit for the next 5 minutes the dryer gave out as sparks flew out breaking it completely. He looked satisfied with himself as Darryl gained consciousness but he did not look ashamed or remorseful instead he buried his filthy head in the pile of solid steaming semen lying on the floor. Biscuit put his diaper back on like one would after using the bathroom and walked out to meet Zach’s disgusted jealous face and he only had one thing to say “I was barely trying~, Imagine what it would look like when I finally break them Big bro~”. \n\n\nZach stood there his body instinctively kept frozen in fear of retribution that he would get from voicing his protest once the alpha tot left the view he looked inside. The dryer was spilling turds like it was connected to raw sewage and his father was slurping up cum from the soiled ground like there was no tomorrow. He just stood there absent-mindedly and decided he couldn’t sleep here tonight not after what he just saw. He put on some old tight clothes from his childhood and ran away to the only person he could trust right now and rushed over to his best friend’s house. There cerulean greeted him at the door curious but a little concerned with how disheveled his friend looked and just said “Come in dude you look like hot shit lol”.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Blessing Onto Thee~


Zach is a normal boy, he goes to high school every morning, besides the weekends, with the same routine that’s followed down to an art. He gets woken up by his mother with a small, doting, embarrassing kiss on his forehead, and due to her cherry red lipstick, it leaves a prominent mark.  “Ugh, Mama, I asked you to stop with the kissing, I’m too old for that,” with a classic teenage exasperated grunt, he wakes up trying his best to wipe the kiss mark off his head rudely. “Sorry, sweetie, you know you’re always my little baby, I can’t help with it” She winced as she was met with such a cold, angry tone yet she told herself it was only because he’s a growing little man.


  Mallory wasn’t the tallest of women, but like wine, she aged beautifully, she was slightly chubby with love handles, but the plumpness projected a warm loving exterior. Her pregnancy weight never really left, but in the best way possible, her cup size stayed at a massive G cup, and her hips brushed across each door frame she went through. It embarrassed her slightly, but she had more important matters to attend to like starting breakfast for her family. Zach got out of his bed as soon as his mother left the room, thankfully she did since his manhood was standing at attention, leaving a small dark stain. His teenage hormones raged wild, giving his newly engorged meat stick a five-and-a-half-inch slab of meat from his deep searches on the internet, he says he is above average.  He quickly sneaks into the bathroom with his phone in hand and headphones on, and it only takes him a nice long minute of pumping to his favorite big-bootied Latina.


He quickly recovered from his morning ritual and cleaned himself up, a clean operation in his eyes, he chuckled at his own joke as he walked out and bumped into his strong, burly father. He was a former army general, but he’s been retired for 10 years, so he slowly got out of shape with how relaxed his self-regiment is. Darryl was 6 feet tall and wide as a brick wall, he still had some sculpting of muscle on his body, but his hairy gut stuck out prominently. His pecs jiggled with each step he took to the kitchen and also as he picked his diminutive son back up from the ground, “Watch out Private, I could’ve stepped on ya!”. He snickered at the tease while Zach grumbled dramatically not liking how easy it was for him to be taken out by his hair-dorky dad.


He stomped off to the kitchen in a black hoodie, and jeans, as he sat down at the table, waiting to be served his buttermilk pancake and amenities. Mallory served his pancakes and milk with two eggs and bacon shaped into a little smiling face, a little thing she’s grown into the habit of doing much to Zach's angsty chagrin “Ugh Mom I’m not a little kid anymore you can stop doing that!”. He ruined the smile with a fork breaking the yolks and tearing the bacon with unfounded malice as his mother looked on with a sense of disappointment and sadness. She was not ready for the angsty teenage years of her little boy becoming an independent person so quickly and quite frankly so rude and harsh at the most random of moments. She took a deep breath and stood tall once again as her husband walked in, she quickly served his large stack of hot cakes with a bright happy smile.


They shared an affectionate little kiss, though the bedroom has been dead for quite a while, their love for each other has never waned or faltered, though that didn’t mean that they didn’t have their secrets, spats. They began to talk their usual boring adult business as Zach turned up his videos and music to an ear-numbing decibel as he ignored everything going around him. As he finished breakfast and took off his headphones to put all his dishes away in the sink, he looked back at his parents, “So, what do you think champ, you up for it?”. The teenage boy was confused, but it was probably something stupid that he could get out of later with a sore stomach, “yeah sure whatever I don't care I’m gonna go now see ya”. The answer brought them a strange joy, it seemed he must’ve said the right answer, they were super affectionate even more than usual as he left through the door.


He walked to the school, which was a short fifteen-minute walk. Ever since he left middle school, his 14-year-old addled brain has thought he needs to be hyper-independent just like a mature adult. On his walk home, he got pounced on by his best friend, a rabbit anthro with a top of blue hair wearing a punk shirt and his usual smug grin. Zach was much less edgy when it came to his friends, but still feeling his friend's bottom-heavy body press down on him so suddenly made him flustered. Totally not in a gay way, even if Cerulean's meaty huge bunny bulge presses against him every day, that gives him a small boner every time. Or even when he bends down and shows off his fat white-furred cheeks, and especially no homo when he almost cums when his foul twerk wind hits his nose.


“Dude~!! Stop being such a homo, fat ass haha!” Zach pushes him off his body and quickly adjusts his hoodie to cover up the small stiffy he got. “Ugh, humans and your dumb boundaries it's just a little cuddling, Dork!” He laughed and flicked his nose with his black-painted dull claw nubs while they walked joking around as boys their age do. “So~ Did you talk to your Girlfriend yet <3” Cerulean put his hand under his shirt and pretended to have exaggerated breasts. “Hey don’t do that ya perv~! Greta is okay and we moved to the next base,” the bunny jumped up and down, clapping excitedly with his hands and his cheeks, much to Zach's delight. He pulled out his phone and let the rabbit view the video of his fat-chested bovine girlfriend pecking him on the lips more on accident than anything but it was a big stride for the human boy.


Cerulean was disappointed as he stared, waiting for more to happen, but nothing did “Well, you humans do like to take it slow hehe~!” he put his paw on his friend's back and patted him with an unimpressed look. The pubescent human ignored his friends' patronizing and condescension, putting away his phone as they went into school, going through another monotonous routine. Only broken during lunch, when something is always going on, but what can you expect from public schools, Zach took advantage of this time in the best way possible. With his fat-breasted bovine girlfriend, they have known each other since middle school, but have only been dating for the last year.


Once they meet, they kiss at lunch, now more comfortable after that embarrassing attempt that he showed Cerulean. With each giggle her heaving bosom jiggled for seconds at a time like butter-filled balloons as her doughy fat ass crushed the plastic seat under her. Her rear was so big it would flow to the other sides of the chair, and now that the human lover was going through puberty, he could finally acknowledge Greta’s beauty. He would get so wrapped up in said beauty that he would stare off into his fantasies for awkward amounts of time, which she finds annoying. “Eyes are up here, you dummy” she gives him a swift smack at the back of his head, bringing him back to the land of the living with an angry girlfriend to scold him.


Eventually, the school day ends with the ring of the all too familiar bell, signaling the retreat back home to each student’s respective domicile. The angsty teen walked home alone with no friends at his side needing to destress after such a hard day of school and to mentally prepare for what he blindly agreed to. “God, I bet they’re gonna make me go to a soup kitchen or clean the car…” The ever bratty single child trudges back home practicing his groans of pain pretending to have the most violent of belly aches. He waits at the door for one of his parents to let him in like usual, but he waits there for much longer than is normal even on the days when both of them could be busy. He rang the doorbell, his bad temper starting to flare up as a rushed pair of footsteps approached and then quickly opened the door revealing to be his prime dilf father.


“What the hell-” Before Zach could start his temper tantrum, his mouth was shut with a stare of disapproval and anger, this had never happened before, which shocked the boy down to his core. “Listen champ, we are usually very relaxed with your language but you have to watch it now remember what you agreed to!?” he sounded almost exasperated more than usual at the teen's antics. Zach thought to himself his ill temper blazing “Did I fucking agree to a swear jar or cussing absitence FUCK NO” with a rebuttal stuck in his throat ready to roar out. But he was rapidly distracted as the sound of a crinkle and swishing of fabric being rubbed against each other got his attention, the source revealed behind his father. A toddler no older than 3 wearing the poofiest, fluffiest pull-ups he'd ever seen, his hair was bright pink like cotton candy with a soft cute complexion.


That explained the no-cussing rule he was suddenly pulled under, maybe they agreed to babysit someone’s brat for a little while, which brought a deeper scowl to his face as he stared at his adorable face. The little boy looked human despite the chimeric jumble of animal parts he was sporting, with two elegant white dove wings on his back. A poofy skunk tail behind came from a hole in his crinkly poofy pamp. As he looked back at Zach, his deep blue eyes sent a shiver down his spine like he was facing a superior predator. His mouth grinned with the cutest of dimples as he stared into Zach's soul, “Hewwo nice to meet chu~!” Hearing his high-pitched voice made both parents swoon.


But the cuteness didn’t affect him; it didn’t seem real. It sounded uncanny somehow, but it was so subtle that he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was wrong. The strawberry-haired tot looked away, letting his guard down, seemingly letting the older boy in the house as if he were a stranger visiting. The house smelled different as he walked in, it was not the dinner cooking on the stove, something had altered, but once again he stood there confused, not sure what was amiss. Mallory reached into view looking sunnier than she has in a long time she picked up the waddling poofy pampered tot by his butt with a big embarrassing kiss on his little head.  “Hehe so did you make a good impression on your new little brother sweetie~?” her sweet, saccharine voice spoke with such an excited tone that it excited the barely grown chimera in her hand with a giggle.


With those simple words, his entire world shattered with the sudden revelation of what he had agreed to, it echoed in his head, and he couldn’t believe what he had just said. His father, from behind, placed a hand on his shoulder, “Hehe, you acting like you forgot sport, so make sure no more cussing, Biscuit doesn’t need to be learning any of your naughty language”. He almost fell to his knees, his single-child dreams shattering before him, as his parents doted on their new subject of affection while he remained shocked by the news. “Come on sugar, give your little brother a hug to welcome him into the family,” Mallory brought the boys together, she put Biscuit in his embrace, he looked much heavier than he did. Zach had to actively strain his muscles to hold him up while the small brat looked to be happy until his face turned a deeper shade of red and his small belly gurgled like a raging stampede of angry bulls.


His bright blue ridiculously sized diaper turned a dark shade of yellow, it was such a deep amber color that if it were anyone else it would’ve been a sign of kidney failure. It was so hot like boiling water being shot out of a fire hose, the struggling teen was disgusted but also felt the feeling of emasculation. Even though the one foot of diaper absorbent material, it leaked the boiling liquid onto Zach's shirt slightly singeing the budding chest hair he was sporting while dripping on the floor. Biscuit’s diaper sagged with the gallons of toxic citrus he was expelling until the weight became so much that the older boy couldn’t handle his weight. It was a small blessing as his backside exploded with a deep sputtering raunchy blast of nasty gas not even the soggy cotton could muffle the absolute bass drop that he unloaded in his backside.


The house was filled with the odor, no wonder it smelled; the other scents weren’t able to defend against the utter miasma the small tot oozed so casually. Before the second burst could escape his sphincter, Mallory picked him up and rushed him to the bathroom before her floors were further ruined. Darryl stifled a laugh as he stared at his speechless son with his piss-stained clothes steaming with acrid baby urine “Ha ha! This is karma for how you have been behaving lately, son”. He walked over and gave him another pat on the back, “Your new little brother is a little special, how about you go change, you smell like a barnyard”. Zach ran to his room when he finally came to his senses, passing by the bathroom as the most earthy potent stench leaked from under the door.


His room was the only place where things couldn’t reach him, his finely made man cave from years of living in the same spot. But once he opened the door everything was so different there was a crib where all his used to be, his horny posters with posed bikini babes are put away, and his closet was filled with boxes of the industrial strength cute pamps. He threw his shirt to the side, his skin still stained with a visible layer of pee, making him gag and heave with how strong it burned his nose. He searched and found some baby wipes, he ripped them open and bathed himself as much as he could, trying to wipe off the stink that so deeply permeated his skin. Each wipe became a deep amber color until the smell became faint enough to be tolerated he scrounged up the nasty wipes and dumped them into a diaper pail in the corner of the room.


He needed to recollect himself for a moment, so many things were happening all at once, and many dynamics were changing due to his blunder, if he had just said no, would things still be the same? Zach trudged back down to the living room to his father, already comfortable in his wife's beater, in his special chair, which he claimed as his rightful territory “There you are a princess!”. He laughed a bit too hard at his joke, Zach had no bandwidth to reply with a snarky remark, he just sat in the adjacent chair, looking at him with a glare leaving no room for business. “Hah… alright alright sport soften that glare listen up cause your little brother is a lot special in more ways than one” Being an unashamed diaper wetter and fart blaster didn’t constitute a way to be special to him but whatever. “You know what Hyper-ism is, right?” Darryl asked with a serious expression like a drill sergeant, there is no room for jokes or playfulness.


“Yeah, Ceru has type 3 hyper-ism along with the rest of his family…he told me… and unfortunately showed me…multiple times” As he said it he connected the dots and started to think during the brief moment of silence. “I-Is the brat a hyper too? He’s a type one right?” That diagnosis just meant he had an early matured libido and a larger-than-average organ along with a small boost in virility. Darryl shook his head no, “I mean type two is a bit much, Dad, can you handle that?” Type 2 scents had a powerful aphrodisiac-like effect along with a higher boost in size and virility. Darryl once more shook his head, “Let me speak boy! He’s a type three and I want you to make him feel welcomed, none of this angsty mean bullying towards him or else you’ll be grounded”. Type three were the rarest, only a handful being known to exist at a time in the world, their excretions were godly, they digest things so finely that each expulsion could destroy or create countries. Their scat could revive the most desolate of lands, their sperm are so dense with nutrients that one drop could feed a person for a whole week with no other need for food.


Their piss could suck the toxins out of one's body rumors say that drinking it could cure any disease in the world but these are all unfounded claims but the government believes each rumor seemingly. The government finds these individuals to be incredibly special, sending not only specialized physicians to their homes but also a heavy subsidy check to their door every week. Zach’s mind was blown again, he became the second priority from just a mere conversation, not only that, but it explained why he felt such fear and emasculation. “W-WHY?!” without a second of thinking “He needed a home and nobody else could help, plus once we saw the little one in his massive diaper I and your mother fell in love”. Mallory, at this point, came out of the bathroom with Biscuit waddling beside her, with a freshly cleaned pull-up while Mallory looked to be bloated with a beachball in her stomach.


“Looks like you gave him to run down thank you honey~! Now who’s hungry? I made meatloaf!” She let out such a beastly belch from her lips it almost shook the ground beneath her. She acted like it was such a common occurrence, and walked further into the kitchen, at this point Zach had no surprises left in his body, just quiet nervous contempt. He followed his bloated mother and new little brother to the table as he was served his greasy meat dinner. He had long lost his appetite after being used like a fire hydrant by that disgusting brat, but it seemed that Mallory was more focused on feeding her strawberry-sweet son. “Mom, why aren’t you eating? You don’t usually skip meals?” he said with small genuine concern that plastered a happy smile on Mal’s face thinking his concern was adorable.


“Oh don’t worry sugar plum~! I’m alright, plus I had a big lunch already,” she pinches the skunk’s little cheeks as he giggles back knowingly. The teen boy thought to himself that even if his mom did touch him that way, there was no way she could have swallowed that much and not puked it up. He picked at his food, trying to feign hunger as his family joked and laughed with the small brat, it was too much for him and he pushed out of his chair. He excused himself from the table without actually being permitted, as he ran to his room, he couldn’t be around them, he just needed a few moments to himself. He lay on his soft bed, it still smelled like him, providing some comfort in this sea of change Zach could only do two things, think or relax in the only way he knew.


He reached down to his saggy flaccid dick and scooped it from his pants letting it flop out into the cold air it had a sheen coating of sweat it smelled weakly of his scent. He touched his 3 inches of soft cock, and a small shudder went through his spine as he felt the worries of today start to melt away. He grabbed his phone and turned it on to his favorite porn videos those fat asses twerking to music so rhythmically staying on the beat as their cheeks clap together lewdly. He moans hushedly not wanting any unwanted family members to listen to his horny self-massaging as his decently sized dick pitifully spewed drops of pre. Usually by the five-minute mark, he would start to feel himself approaching climax, but he was as hard as a rock, not close to emptying his balls.


 He groans into his pillows muffling his moans as he stopped focusing on the porn and just stroked himself trying his best to cum before becoming sore. But nothing he just felt more pent up, no closer to an orgasm than when he first started, that was until an acrid stench permeated his nose. It was his piss-soaked clothes he threw in a corner it called to him in his horny drunk brain like a succubus luring him into danger. He managed to get up on his feet, going into a sort of autopilot state, walking closer to the soiled clothes. He got on his knees, covered by the crib from the door’s view, and he touched the soggy clothes.


They were somehow still miraculously hot like they were just pulled from a soggy drier but also reeked of hot potent urine. Nothing could match how strong it smelled, not the worst maintained gas station bathroom or a bar after happy hour. But what once was a disgusting smell, now felt beckoning and delicious to the point his mouth watered with anticipation. He couldn’t believe what he was going to do, with the stained shirt balled up in his hand he brought close to his pale nose and took a quick, testing sniff.


The shock burst through his body like the most potent drug in the world his upper half fell to the floor as his dick twitched finally feeling that sensation of reaching the peak of orgasm. He almost yelped from the sensation that he spurted a heavy rope of pre from the deepest parts of his balls as he took a deeper sniff. His flat ass raised in the air as he laid there like a bitch begging waiting to be fucked in his place even his unused pucker twitched open and close from the sensation. He snorted the filth on his shirt to the point that the remnants of piss droplets stained his lungs and throat he could taste the sourness on the back of his throat. He squealed on the carpet like a bitch as he crossed his legs he could feel his cum rushing through his dick, the white goo felt boiling as it rushed out.


He came on the floor like he had never before, making a sticky white puddle under the crib as he came violently, the soft fabric soon becoming white as he spewed. He came for what felt like forever but it was only ten seconds from how he edged himself for an hour with his pitiful jerking off to porn videos. Soon he regained enough sense to pick himself up from the floor, more like crawl away from the puddle of shame he created, he would need to wipe away the sticky puddle later. But he once again regained his senses and the post-nut clarity hit him in the deepening throbbing of the pain of regret… “Did I just cum hands-free from the little brat's piss stain…?”. His dick started to go flaccid again as Zach’s face stunk of urine making his shame deepen further into his psyche the fact he orgasmed so violently to baby piss made his mind twist and turn into pretzels.


        He needed to get this filth off him before it stained his pores even further, he grabbed a towel and ran over to the bathroom thankfully it wasn't occupied this time. As Zach turned on the water to heat it he sprinted back to his room to grab a change of clothes something that didn’t reek of the brat. As he searched around his room going through his drawers it seemed his mother brought his collection of clothes to clean downstairs. Hopefully, they were in the dryer but it didn’t even matter right now hell maybe it would be soggy with powerful-smelling detergent and whatever she puts in it. He ventured downstairs though no one seemed to be in the living room not a peep or an annoying crinkle from a diaper in earshot.
        They could all just be in their room doting on the strawberry colored skunk chimera he chided himself that he kept on thinking so hard about the tot when he was trying to do the very opposite. The more he tried to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of his mind the more they rushed back to the forefront the smell of that pee still clung to the inside of his nose. Zach thought to himself a small thought intruded through the mess that maybe he could steal a used diaper from the pail and use it while it’s still fresh. He lurched as if he was in pain and forcefully grunted to hide that thought from his wilding brainstorm of horny adolescent hormones. He reached the garage where the washer and dryer were as he went to open the door he could hear the sounds of thirsty frantic slurping.


        Zach could only imagine what disgusting things were happening inside yet his eyes needed to see what was happening as he cracked the door open. There he saw his strong dignified father the former army veteran on his knees worshipping a cock that was as long as he was tall and girthier than his torso.  The massive hyper cock was so smooth yet veiny that there was not a single sign of maturity on that fat throbbing pole yet it outclassed him so easily in every single way. His dick couldn’t even match the size of the thinnest vein on Biscuit’s white skunk cock each pulse made it jump up as it pumped on pre-cum on his father’s hairy ass. He slurped all over the cock making sure to move over to the tip and give it extra care by shoving his tongue under the foreskin slurping up the musky stench-filled mess that was brewing under it.


 Darryl like a bitch in heat moaned and squealed into the meaty pole his mouth tried to stretch around the massive mushroom tip but failed he was still unprepared to take it any further. Biscuit relished in being worshipped every time the middle-aged man strong man squealed for him it blazed pleasure through his body making his little cute mouth squeak with pleasure.  Zach watched intently no matter how far his respect lowered for Darryl he didn’t peel his eyes off the sight seeing his little brother get molested was so…fucking hot. Did this even count it looked like Biscuit was enjoying just as much as the himbo pedo well Darryl definitely is loving it more with how he snorted the musk like a new drug. In a weird turn of events with a swift kick from his chubby white leg, he struck Darryl in the face he was still too young to do damage but it was still painful.


“Diaper time,” he said so casually it wasn’t just a demand but an expectation even Zach was tempted to help with diaper time even though he had no idea what it meant until seconds later. His ass was massive it almost touched his strawberry coils as he bent down presenting his fat ass to his adopted father’s face. It bounced and jiggled with waves, with each small movement he made to get himself comfortable in the unusual position as his pre-nut pooled on the floor. It was so plush without imperfection something only a newborn or an angel could have it radiated an aura of pure perfection or maybe it was the musk that it exuded that killed brain cells in the most pleasurable way possible.  The vapors condensed in the air like a freshly shot gun, it raised in the air in a dreadful cloud of brown concentrated stench that only the devil could tolerate.


Darryl drooled at the muddy sight. This wasn’t a disgusting task; this was an honor. To be his little kid’s rim cleaner was a task fit only for him to complete.  He leaned forward and gently caressed his pink wet tongue on the perimeter of the fatty doughy buns getting the faintest taste of mud on the tip of his tongue. His muscles tensed as he passed out for a small moment as he came back to earth with a head-exploding climax his unprepared balls clenched as they emptied themselves in his pants.


He panted on needing to breathe that small lick made his brain hazy, and his willpower shattered to a million pieces leaving only a small command to echo in his brain-dead mind “Serve…master”. He dove his face deep into the chocolate covered ass mounds of the small boy and slurped at the scat as his balls uncontrollably clenched to push out any evidence of his former seat as the man of the house. Zach watched in horror and strange avarice as his father licked at the shit hole with a hunger matched only by a dog greedily devouring. He pulled his head out from between the fat cheeks it looked like he just dunked his head in a clogged toilet yet he went inside once more for round two with a barely caught breath.  BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPFRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT Taking full advantage of having his shit hole cleaned Biscuit decided that his old man deserved a reward of swallowing his backed muggy farts.  


The rancid eggy fumes burst into the air raising the temperature by ten degrees, they were so toxic that, Darryl could feel his nose hair incinerate as he swallowed the miasma. His cheeks clenched tightly around his head leaving him no way to pull out from Biscuit’s mounds of wobbling ass fat.  BRAPPPPFFFRRPPPPOOOOOTTTTT  A second round hit him down his throat they echoed in his body as he was used as a fart rag his fart lasted for ten seconds. Darryl’s cheeks bloated with the gas as he came all over himself he raised his hands and milked the small boy’s massive dick with a drunk fervor as his brains melt. Darryl’s muscle gut expanded as he swallowed fart after fart as he tried to milk the fatty beefy skunk meat with his rough calloused hands.


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Each fart shook the ground like a localized seismic quake but Darryl could care less until his child was fully satisfied he wasn’t either. His smooth nut sack bobbed up and down as he was brought closer to climax making his blasts of stink more solid his pushes became more scat sprayed from the deepest parts of his bowels. They were so compact and dense that not even the manure of hundreds of cows could compare with the power of the pure unbridled stench of that poison gust. With one last push Biscuit's smooth balls clenched tightly showing off the virility and veins coursing through the sack as he started to push out his nasty almost yellow cock snot. It wasn’t a liquid it was solid like a tube of chewy solid wet concrete that came from his cock hole like girthy cables of the most solid virile semen to ever exist.  


He came for 5 minutes before he pinched off the last rope like he was taking a shit while he was still being cleaned and lapped by Bob’s slutty filthy tongue. Biscuit had enough and let one more rip it was so violent that it pushed him back so hard he tumbled back but he wasn’t done. He hopped off the washing machine and opened the dryer and pointed his backside towards the opening and with a grunt he pushed a fart so solid and wet that it had semi-solid chunks of scat flying inside. Zach’s clothes were ruined forever as they were buried in shit for the next 5 minutes the dryer gave out as sparks flew out breaking it completely. He looked satisfied with himself as Darryl gained consciousness but he did not look ashamed or remorseful instead he buried his filthy head in the pile of solid steaming semen lying on the floor. Biscuit put his diaper back on like one would after using the bathroom and walked out to meet Zach’s disgusted jealous face and he only had one thing to say “I was barely trying~, Imagine what it would look like when I finally break them Big bro~”.


Zach stood there his body instinctively kept frozen in fear of retribution that he would get from voicing his protest once the alpha tot left the view he looked inside. The dryer was spilling turds like it was connected to raw sewage and his father was slurping up cum from the soiled ground like there was no tomorrow. He just stood there absent-mindedly and decided he couldn’t sleep here tonight not after what he just saw. He put on some old tight clothes from his childhood and ran away to the only person he could trust right now and rushed over to his best friend’s house. There cerulean greeted him at the door curious but a little concerned with how disheveled his friend looked and just said “Come in dude you look like hot shit lol”.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "A Blessing Onto Thee", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "386" }