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Charlotte and the rest of her gang avoided him at work, only occasionally offering awkward smiles when they bumped into each other in the halls before making up a lame excuse and rushing away. No one else at work caught wind of his public exposure and changing, but the only ones he had eyes for were the sows. What was the point of trying, then?\n\tHe’d become resigned, almost content with the death of his dating life when the email came. \nIt was from Susan, the sow from marketing. She had been there when he blew out his diaper and hadn’t spoken to him sense. James had wondered what she could possibly want with him; it certainly wasn’t business related, given they were in entirely different divisions of the company, but it couldn’t be social either, not after The Trough.\nThe contents of the email didn’t answer any questions. “Come meet me after work, second level in the lot.”\nAgainst his better judgement, James met her after work, and he couldn’t have been happier with the result. Though the dark structure gave the encounter more of a ‘serial killer’ vibe, James was stunned as Susan shyly admitted that she had crushed on him for a while, and the incident with the diaper only made that crush worse.\nThe two agreed to a date before they left that night, and that single encounter led to a whirlwind of an office affair. James and Susan were rarely seen apart from each other during breaks, and they’d even taken to sneaking surreptitious kisses when they thought no one was looking. Of course, word got out quickly, and even Steel was surprised about how intense their love life was.\n\tWhich brought him to today. After a date in which they’d both gotten particularly drunk, James admitted to Susan how much he’d wanted to try femdom. After being subby to men so long, he was curious about how the other side of the coin would treat him. Almost immediately afterwards came Susan’s confession that she was a professional dominatrix on the side. They had a day and time set before they reached the bottom of their next bottles of beer. \n\tAnd here he was, on the right date, at the right time. He’d knocked on the door twice and rang the doorbell once, and yet no answer.\n\tIt wasn’t like she wasn’t in there— he could see her plain as day through the blinds. She just wasn’t answering. \nThe question of ‘why’ bounced through his mind. Why wasn’t she opening up? She obviously knew he was here, she could hear him knock and ring. It wasn’t that he was early, he’d made certain to knock exactly at five. There was no chance it was the wrong date, either, because he’d checked half a dozen times leading up to today and a dozen times today, just to be certain. Did she not want to do it anymore? Did she think he was strange for wanting it? Perverse, detestable? Was this the final straw, and was this the end of their relationship?\n\tInside, Susan watched with amusement as James squirmed on his feet, tugging at his collar and constantly fixing his hair. It was so easy, playing with his mind, and it was important if she were to get him in the right mindset for their session tonight. \n\tFinally, when she determined he was worked up to just the right mixture of insecurity and nerves, she opened the door and leaned on the doorframe, giving him a sultry, cocky grin.\n\tJames’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the lock unbolt and watched the door open, but what he saw made it skip again. \n\tSusan had always dressed conservatively at work and on their dates, and the few times they’d fucked, it was in the dark, so he couldn’t quite see her body. Now, as she stood in the doorway, all she wore was a sheer satin gown that left nothing to the imagination. \n\tThe red fabric clung to her body and accentuated all her curves. Her hanging belly, her thick, taut thighs, that shelf of an ass, and even her always-prominent breasts seemed larger because of the skin tight satin. The gown was obviously made for someone half her size, James concluded, not in the least because the satin was so tight that he could see her nipples and the rest of her skin through it. \nAll in all, it had the intended effect on James, striking him speechless from awe of her. \n\tSusan let her toy for the night stand there a minute before she shook her head. \n“Cat got your tongue?” Her tone was so flat it was hard to tell if she were teasing or not, but James blushed anyways.\n“I, uh, well, you are… I mean, what I meant to say was—”\n\tThe sow’s grin only grew. “Why are you so overdressed?” she asked. James stuttered again, but she ploughed on. “This ain’t like any of our other dates, boy, you know exactly what’s going to happen, and believe me, you won’t want to be wearing that monkey suit when we do.” \n\tSusan reached out and grabbed James by the bowtie, yanking him in roughly and closing the door behind him. She used the unravelling bow like a lead and guided him through towards the bedroom, strutting in front of him confidently and giving him more than a glimpse at her thick ass. It was more toned than he’d expect, and all he could think of was how it would feel on his face.\n\tJames couldn’t help but take in his surroundings as he was led through them. She seemed to keep a mostly clean house, but there were obvious signs of the kids she’d talked about before. Toys littered about, dents in the wall, and a crayon masterpiece in the hallway. Notably there was no diaper pail, something necessary for the five piglets under five she had told him about, but after a quick flashback to the incident at The Trough, James decided wisely not to bring up its absence.\n\tInstead he asked, “Where’s all the kids tonight?” He knew she was obviously single, so who was there to pawn them off to?\n\tSusan raised an eyebrow, but hid her reaction from James. It might have been a minor faux pas to ask your dominatrix questions, but James was new to it all, and besides, after all was said and pegged, they did have a relationship outside this.\n\t“A good sub doesn’t question his dominatrix,” Susan said coldly. James hung his head in shame, and she continued with a grin and in a slightly warmer tone. “But most dominatrixes aren’t in relationships with their subs, and most subs aren’t as pathetically green to this as you are. So, I’ll let it pass for now, but next time, I expect you to be a very good boy.”\n\tJames nodded, but didn’t raise his head. “Y-Yes, sorry,” he murmured subserviently.\n\tSusan stopped dead in her tracks, but didn’t say a thing. Thankfully, James got the hint. “Yes, Yes Mistress!” he corrected himself.\n\tThe sow didn’t say anything, but the very fact that she started walking again showed her approval, and James felt happy flutters in his belly. \n\tAfter what felt like ages, though it was only half a minute at most, they reached the bedroom. Susan led James to the bed, and he clambered on without order. He might have been new to femdom, but he certainly wasn’t new to being a sub. Susan left him there to go grab something, and James took the time to take in what would be his world for the next several hours.\n\tAt first glance, Susan’s room wasn’t much to write home about, and James felt a tinge of disappointment. The bed he laid on was a queen size on a four-poster bed frame, nice but not overly so, and the rest of the room initially seemed to follow that precedent. There was a dresser near the foot of the bed with a television, which was new but not too new, large but not too large, and there was a writing desk over near the window. The carpet was a soft cream and the walls a gentle red, but otherwise, what was special about this room? Nothing, really. While he wasn’t really certain what he’d imagined a dominatrix’s room to be like, he was hoping for something a little less… boring. \nAnd then he looked closer.\nThose markings on the ceilings weren’t just wear… they were actually brackets, sturdy enough to hang someone from. There were also places to secure restraints at two places on the wall, and at second glance, he noticed that the writing desk seemed to be on a swivel and had fisheye hooks, perfect for restraint as well. Even the posts on the bed’s frame were perfect for tying someone to. An unfortunate additional thing he noticed was that diaper pail he had noticed wasn’t around earlier, hiding in a corner of the bedroom, but that was no big deal. He could just ignore it.\n\tSusan finally found what she was looking for; she knocked on exterior wall twice and it fell away, flipping to reveal a table heaped with a treasure trove of different toys. James’s eyes widened as he saw what was in store for him, and he wasn’t certain if it was excitement or fear that he felt.\n\tSusan caught his eye and grinned. “Excited, boy?” Before he could respond, she barked out a short command, “Disrobe. Now.”\n\tJames immediately felt dumb for not having done that immediately, choosing instead to gape at her room and judge it, and so he undid his buttons as fast as his fingers could fly. His bow tie, his shirt, and his undershirt all came off in moments, and after a short fumbling with his belt, his pants followed. Soon he was left in the pastel blue jock that one of his friends had lent him, one that accented his ass and made it look juicier than it already was. \n\tThe sow watched with an appreciative eye, especially once he revealed his jock. “And here I thought you weren’t prepared. You really are just a slut, aren’t you?”\n\tBefore James could reply she turned around, sifting through her toys. “Gonna give you a choice, cutie, but you’re gonna hafta choose the right option, or else.” \n\t“Yes, Mistress,” James said.\n\tSusan nodded and turned her attention back to her collection. She had more than she knew what to do with; whips and floggers on one end, plain ol’ dildos on the other, and in the middle was all sorts of kinky shit she’d picked up over the years. Oral gags, spacers, electric clamps, and if she looked she knew she’d find butt plugs that could stretch out even the most virgin hole to a loose, gaping mess in just hours. That might be something for another time, but for now, she settled on three toys in particular.\n\t“Alright, boy. For our first session I’ll be nice, and all I’m going to do to you is peg you. Do you remember the safe word?”\n\tJames nodded.\n\t“Good! Now, you’ve got three choices. First, a human dildo.” Painfully vanilla, in her opinion. She turned around and held it up so James could see. It was about six inches long, insanely detailed and perfectly colored by otherwise boring. It didn’t even have a pair of balls included. \n\t“Second, The Fist.” Now she held up another silicone sculpture, this time of someone’s fist and flexing forearm all the way past the elbow, where the skin colored plastic flared into a base to ensure it didn’t slip in. It was about two feet in total, and quite thick. \n\t“Finally, the Werewolf.” Now what she held up was truly a masterpiece. It was an insanely detailed dog cock, realistically colored a deep, mottled red and white. Veins wove their way around the shaft and the knot was ass-shattering, flaring at an almost 90 degree angle. The pure heft of the thing was impressive as well; it was more than three feet long before the knot and eleven inches thick, while the knot added an extra seven inches in length and flared out to sixteen inches in diameter. It was truly an ass-wrecker, only suitable for larger anthros or the sluttiest of the smaller anthros and humans. \n\tJames watched with growing fascination and dread at his choices, knowing that only one of them was the one she’d expected him to choose. Even given the immense size of them, he wasn’t worried about being hurt by any of the dildos. He had more than enough experience taking massive cocks. The real question was, which one did she expect him to choose? She had little idea of his anal obsession, so she couldn’t know all the options presented were viable for him.\n\tWas he to pick the one that he wanted, or was he to pick the one that she wanted him to pick? If he chose the one he wanted, he would have to choose the fist; it was nice and large, but not too much so. In other words, his idea of the perfect, low-intensity fuck. But she couldn’t possibly know that he was able to take something so large, so perhaps she wanted him to pick the smaller, boring human dildo? \n\tThough she didn’t show any signs of it, James could sense Susan’s growing impatience, and he knew he had to choose fast.\n\t“Ah, well…” His eyes flickered between the smallest and largest choice. “Well, how about… the human dildo?”\n\tSusan stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “The… the human dildo?” she said, grinning wildly. “Oh, oh lord no, you poor, poor boy. I thought you’d understand that I wanted you to choose the fist!”\n\tJames sighed to himself. Of course that’s what she’d want him to pick, who would want a boring, small dildo like that one?\n\tFinally recovering from her laughter, Susan straightened up and put on a serious face. “I know you’re probably pretty damn close to a virgin, so if you chose the fist, I was going to let you choose between the human cock and the fist. But as you chose wrong…” here, she couldn’t hide a grin, “you’re going to get the Werewolf.” She held up the massive ass-wrecker high in the air, tossing the other two back on the table.\n\tJames couldn’t help but bite his lip, excited to try out what he frankly thought was the most exciting of the choices, anyways. Susan misinterpreted the gesture and paused a moment. \n\t“You gonna be alright with that?” she asked. “Remember you can use the safeword whenever.” Maybe she was going too far, after all? The Werewolf was absolutely massive, even for her, and maybe James wouldn’t be able to swing it,and maybe she was pushing him—\n\tThe chuckle from James assuaged her fears. “Alright with it? Mistress, I’m excited!”\n\tSusan raised an eyebrow. “Excited, boy?”\n\tJames’s grin grew wider. “Yeah! This is the kind of stuff I take for a challenge! The fist was going to be an easy, relaxing fuck, but this? This’ll be fun.”\nSusan whistled, shaking her head as she looked the massive dildo over again. “You really think you can take this, huh?”\nJames laid back with his hands behind his head, the look on his face entirely too cocky and confident for his dominatrix’s taste. “Sure can. I bet I can take the knot without even much warmup!”\nThe sow shook her head. “Got a lot you weren’t telling me, don’t you James? Don’t worry, we’ll talk about it later. But for now…”\n\tJames took that segue as a hint to get in position, so he went to get on all fours, but Susan raised a hand to stop him. “Oh, not yet cutie, but soon. Right now I’m gonna go get your surprise… but you can’t see me.” \n\tShe reached onto her table and brought out a blindfold, tying it onto James tightly to ensure he couldn’t see a thing.\n\tThe darkness only made him more excited for what he could possibly be getting. An outfit for him? Possibly another toy, or a ball gag? \n\tJames frowned. Hopefully not a ball gag. His jaw was still sore from the last time Hamton used one on him. To be sure it was about five sizes too large, but just the thought set him on edge, even if it were properly proportioned for a man like him. \n\tAfter a moment Susan undid his blindfold, and James gaped in awe at her. She had changed out of her sheer gown, which already was stunning on her, but what she wore instead was even better. 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His asshole slowly stretched to accommodate, the fragile skin of his ass lips wrapped tight around the red and white surface of the toy. Soon she bottomed out, knot teasing against his stretched out man-cunt, and she could take a moment to really appreciate what she was doing here.\n\tJames’s eyes were rolled back and his mouth was lolling open, drooling slightly, but he still managed to keep himself up on all fours. His cheeks were pulled apart further than they had been in a long time, and his belly bulged ever so slightly from the sheer mass of her invading strapon. He was the perfect image of submissive boyslut, and the only regret Susan had was that she hadn’t done this to him earlier.\n\tSusan slowly, teasingly pulled out, enjoying the expressions flittering across James’s face as she did so. Pleasure, relief, but more importantly, a searing need deep in him to feel that fullness once again. He looked almost like a puppy, and as she neared pulling the tip out, he looked back at her with full, pleading eyes. \nThe sow grinned. “Can’t say no to a face like that, can I?” she chuckled as she grabbed James’s shoulders and slammed in to the knot again. James hissed in through his teeth, eyes wide as a strangled moan forced its way out of his mouth. She pulled out again, and he collapsed. Finally, the fucking started in earnest.\nFor a long while, James lost himself in the litany of sensations and pleasures overwhelming him. Everything he felt was magnified; the sweat dripping down the sow’s face onto his back, the strong grip of her fingers on his shoulders, the slow, burning pleasure filling him with every well-lubricated inch of massive werewolf cock that sank into him, and the immense pressure of the knot struggling to push into his hole, only to pull away at the last second. \nThe perfection was not to last, however. After a few minutes he began to feel his knees shake, his muscles burn, and his elbows begin to lock up. These things were minor stuff that James was used to blocking out, but as his heightened senses magnified those small things, they also magnified his awareness of one not-so-small thing in the corner; the diaper pail.\n\tWhere once his mind was immune from the worries of his social life and focused entirely on the momentary pleasure, now unwelcome images began to intrude on his bliss. Flashes of the scene at the diner raced through his mind, not long enough to ruin things but certainly often enough to take off the edge. \nJames swore he could feel the acrid burn of piglet shit against his ass again, the rash flaring up despite having left months ago. He could even smell the sharp tang of piglet piss, and though he knew it couldn’t possibly be real, it bothered him nonetheless. Becoming a sub was one of the few pleasures he took in life, one of the things that helped him forget the more negative aspects of his existence. Why did he have to deal with it here, of all places, and now, of all times?\n\tHe understood well that Susan didn’t want him to say a word, but he felt he had to if he was going to enjoy himself. James bided his time, and when he felt it to be the best moment, he ventured forth a question.\n\t“S-Susan?” he wheezed between thrusts.\n\tSusan didn’t stop, and for a second James thought she couldn’t hear him over the wet schlorps of his asshole tugging on the dildo on its way out. Just as he was about to try again, Susan replied.\n\t“This better be good, cock slut.”\n\tJames cringed. Not a great start. “C-Could you move the diaper pail?”\n\tThe pegging stopped. James looked up to see Susan staring down at him with an incredulous look. “You want me to… what?”\n\tBefore James could respond Susan began to slam into him rougher than before, and for a moment James’s attempts to communicate were lost among his moans and whimpers. \n\tFinally he managed, “C-Could you get rid of it? The smell is distracting me.”\n\tSusan looked away, refusing to respond. James took this as a positive thing, like she was considering it. “Like, well after the incident at The Trough and all that, it’s, well… you know how I am around it.”\n\tShe kept on plugging along, her face blank and giving no hint at her thoughts. \n\tHe tried again. “I can… I can smell it. Like jesus it’s bad, it’s distracting, you know? You of all people know how fuckin nasty and vile pig diapers are, pig piss esepcially. How do you even keep that nasty thing in here?”\n\tSusan looked down at him with a cold glare, but he didn’t notice and continued on. “Like fuck, there should be like a requirement to keep it in a biohazard waste bin. That shit smell doesn’t come out for weeks, and we keep it in normal plastic containers? It’s just nasty, there’s no reason for it to be in here, and really it’s distracting me from my fun. Can’t you get rid of it?”\n\tThe pegging stopped for a moment and James thought that Susan was going to get rid of it after all. She pulled away, leaving his hole empty and winking, and slid off the bed. He didn’t even bother looking at what she was doing; once he heard the rustling of the bag he just flipped onto his back and relaxed, closing his eyes.\n\t“Hey, Susan, I really appreciate it. You really— oh, fuck!” \n\tJames’s self-important words were cut off short as Susan tossed the bag of diapers from the pail on top of him, landing straight on his chest and weighing him down to the point that he struggled to even move beneath it. He felt Susan grab his legs and push lift his body up to a 45 degree angle, so that his hole was level with her strapon. As a result, the bag rolled up his body and rested on his head, barely giving him enough room to breathe while she pushed back inside him.\n\tThe sensation was unique, to say the least. The combined wastes of five piglets weighed down on him heavily, and though he tried to shift it off of him, Susan kept it absolutely still as she fucked him. It wasn’t exactly consistent, either, and the individual diapers sagged to the sides of the bag, distributing the weight around him as he struggled. It did take some pressure of his chest, but it also meant that he was trapped beneath it, unable to heave it off of himself without help. \n\tIt was only when the bag wrapped itself around him that he began to appreciate just how disgusting it really was. The newer diapers were still warm and burbling as the pressed on his body through the plastic bag, but the older stuff was cold and firm. That was almost worse; while none of it was touching him directly, all he could think of was the drying, cloying texture of the old diapers as they burst over him. Flashbacks to the Trough incident flew through his mind, and he groaned in fear it would happen again.\n\tThe plastic was specially formulated to keep the stench in, but while it did its job well, it had a limit, and James as the bag pressed up against James’s nose, forcing him to inhale the stench, he realized just how imaginary his earlier ‘whiffs’ were. He would give anything to get this thing off him, but from the firm way Susan gripped his legs, he didn’t think that likely at this point. \nIf he were to have any chance of getting out from under the diaper pail’s bag, he would have to beg. And so he did, pleading with Susan to get this thing off him, apologizing for his incessant badgering for her to get it out of the room. All his efforts were in vain, however, because the plastic simply muffled every path of reasoning he tried. \nNot that Susan would have listened. She just grinned as she heard James begin to beg, gripping his ankles more firmly and thrusting faster. It really wasn’t the fact that he’d asked to move the diaper pail that set her off, though the fact that he was speaking at all without permission irked her. \nNo, it was the vitriol that he spouted towards piglets, hers in particular. A distaste for them was understandable, especially given the public humiliation he’d gone through because of them, but the fact that he was taking his problems out on her children was far beyond the pale.\nNow, Susan didn’t consider herself cruel. She knew it was a bit much to throw the diaper bag on top of her date, but it was just a little bit of teasing, nothing too serious. After a few moments of annoyance, she was just going to pick it back up and toss it to the side, hoping it would have taught him a lesson.\nSusan lifted the bag just a little, ready to tell James that his punishment was done. If she’d had lifted the bag just a moment earlier, she’d have heard the pleas for clemency that she was expecting. In the last few seconds, however, something had snapped in James, and his begging turned into angry cursing— cursing at the fact that he was buried under the diapers, but more so cursing the piglets who filled them. \nThe sow’s blood ran cold, and she stopped thrusting. James paused a moment, peeking out from under the diaper bag hopefully.\n“A-Are you going… going to let me out?” he asked.\nThe look that Susan gave him didn’t give him much a reason to hope. She glared down at him, shook her head, and slammed the bag back down, leaving just enough room around his head for him to be able to hear her words. \nThe thrusting resumed.\n“Y-you know, James, I was about to take that bag off your head, let you go an’ all that,” Susan said as she slammed in and out of James. “But you just had to go curse out my pigs. Something you should know about me by now, is that the second you talk shit about my kids, I give you shit right back.”\nJames whimpered beneath the plastic bag, watching yellow-orange piss leak out of the diapers and gather at the bottom of the bag, luke-warm against his face. He knew full well he’d fucked himself over.\n\tSusan continued thrusting, her knot tugging at James’s hole so that it pulled outward. “I could do a lot to you, ya know. Like, from this position alone?” She paused as she thought. “I could make you worship the bag, but that wouldn’t be too bad for you, would it? Or I could take a diaper out, make you wear it after we’re done.” She sniggered at that. “Bring back a lot of memories, yeah? Not a lot of good ones for you.”\n\tShe trailed off as she schlopped in and out of James’s increasingly loose hole, and for a moment James thought she may have changed her mind. No such luck, unfortunately, because she continued, “Or, I guess I could shove you in the bag itself, tie it up and keep you in there as long as I want.”\n\tJames gagged beneath his bag, the thought of being trapped among so many pig diapers, old and new, sending a fresh wave of revulsion through his body. His discomfort must have been obvious, because Susan chuckled and shook her head.\n\t“Course, I like you James, and I couldn’t do that to ya…” James’s heart lifted, but only for a moment before Susan broke it. “At least, not directly. Sooo, I’ll tell ya what. If you manage to keep this knot outta your ass, I’ll put the bag away and I’ll forgive you for everything you said about my kiddos.” Her thrusting intensified, and James could visualize the growing of her sadistic grin. “But the knot goes in? I’m gonna rip this baggie and bury you in a mountain of piglet shit.”\n\tJames gagged again, but though he wanted to, he knew that begging would only make things worse for him. When Susan lifted the bag just enough for him to be able to speak, all he could make himself say was, “Y-Yes Mistress.”\n\tSusan let the bag down with a thwap. “Very good boy, James. Bout time you learned some respect.”\n\tNervously, James began to focus on his ass. It burned from the intrusion but it was still pleasurable enough that his cock was rock hard and leaking pre, all without the aid of his usual cock ring. He felt so full that it seemed impossible that the knot could even slip in at this point, but then again, he thought it would have been impossible to take just the shaft of a dildo that large and look where he was now.\n\tOf course, that was because an actual wolf with a similarily-sized cock slammed inside him without much thought of James’s long term anal health, but the important thing is that it had been done, and James knew it could happen again.\n\tHe began to focus on clenching his asshole. While he was deciding what to do, the knot was edging closer and closer to pushing in, beginning to stretch the very outside of his asshole, but now that he was consciously clenching, even the very bottom of the knot was denied entry.\n\tThis carried on for almost two minutes, and James began to smile, certain that he could hold it as long as Susan didn’t do anything to distract him.\n\tSusan noticed almost immediately what James was doing and smiled, giving him a few moments of confidence. He might have been keeping her out for the moment, but she had no intention of letting James get away unknotted. Feeling no need to increase the strength of her thrusts yet, she leaned down and started whispering into his ear.\n\t“Feeling nervous yet, Jamesy boy?” she asked, a growl hinted at deep in her throat. She may not have been a canine, but she could still be just as primal as them. “Feeling nervous about a quarter-ton of piglet shit and piss pressing down on you, only kept away by thin, thin plastic?”\n\tJames whimpered beneath it, the thought making him queasy. The strength of his clenching faltered for just a moment, and both he and Susan knew she was getting under his skin.\n\t“I’ll take that as a yes, Jamesy boy. Why, still got a bad taste in your mouth from The Trough? All that warm, burbling shit packed in around your groin, burning your skin and stinking up the whole place? I bet it took you days to get that smell off of you, didn’t it?”\n\tIt did. Almost a full week of tomato juice baths had passed before James felt confident enough in his smell to go without drenching himself in cologne. It was too much for even Steel, who forced James to sleep in the living room until he fixed his scent up. \n\t“If that was bad, I wonder how you’re going to react to being absolutely buried in it?” Susan leaned in closer, her snout nearly brushing against his ear. Hot breaths brushed against his skin every time she whispered. “You’re going to stink for days, little piglet. Everyone else will be confused about where the smell came from, but we sows will know. And Steel will wonder if maybe you started to like it, if you’ve started playing with pig shit in your spare time.”\n\tJames felt his heart skip a beat, the mere mention of Steel thinking that putting fear into his heart. And… something else? But Susan only got closer, her lips pressed against James’s earlobe. \n\t“And I know Hamton is gonna love that revelation. Isn’t he?”\n\tJames gasped and his eyes widened. How did she know about Hamton?\n\tThat was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As James hissed through his teeth in surprise, his hole unclenched. Susan noticed and gripped James by the hips, using him as a weight to spear him with her dildo. James noticed what she was doing and tried to clench but it was just too late; the knot had already passed the point of no return, and now it was just a matter of ‘when’. Before long, the knot popped in with an audible noise and James let out a moan, feeling fuller than he ever had before. \n\tHis chest felt tight as he began to panic, the realization of what was about to happen setting. Perhaps Susan would have mercy on him? Unlikely, after the way he treated her piglets, but it could happen. After all, they had been dating for a while, she knew about the incident, she had to have it in her to forgive him, right? \nA righteous anger swelled deep inside James’s bones.. Yes, she had to forgive him! He was the victim here, he was the one publicly humiliated and covered in piglet shit in The Trough, changed on the table like some sort of baby. So what if he had a thing against piglets now? It was understandable, given everything he had gone through. Susan should just let it slide, he’s the victim, not her piglets, who never even heard his condescending words.\n\tJames opened his mouth to tell her just that, when Susan pressed the bag down more firmly on him. It pressed into his mouth, and his teeth made the smallest of holes. Not enough for much to get out, but a tiny, tiny trickle of piglet piss dribbled into his mouth.\n\tHis eyes flew wide, and he began to scream and writhe beneath the weight of the disgusting diaper bag. The taste was overwhelmingly greasy and bitter, and he began to retch loudly. It wasn’t any use— rather than take pity on him, Susan just opened the rip a little more and forced that trickle to turn into a waterfall. Soon, James had no choice but to swallow the burning liquid.\n\tSusan’s grin was manic at this point as she watched her boyfriend suffer. “Oh, is a little piglet piss too much for you, hun?” James managed to nod furiously, to which the sow just chuckled. “Well, this is just gonna keep pouring piss into your mouth and you’re gonna keep swallowing it… unless you beg me to pop the bag the rest of the way.\n\tJames’s wide eyes and furrowed brows were more than enough to communicate his confusion.\n\t“Sure, you’ll be covered in shit, but you’re going to be covered in shit anyways by the time I’m done with you. If you beg nicely for me to pop the bag, you won’t have to drink two week’s worth of my piglet’s piss.”\n\tIt didn’t take long for James to realize what his best option was, and he began to whine through the plastic, gagging with every swallow as he pleaded for her to pop the bag. The sow leaned back a bit, basking in the pure desperation roiling of her partner, before she finally nodded.\n\t“Alright, little piggy. I’ll grant your wish.” Susan lifted the bag up just enough for James to be able to breathe. The piss still splashed onto his chest, but at least it wasn’t going down his throat anymore. He spat a few times to rid his mouth of the salty, greasy taste, but to no avail.\n\tJames looked up at the bag, a pit of dread forming in his belly. He could see every diaper clearly through the plastic. Some were just piss diapers, but most were full of shit and absolutely, entirely overloaded. The worst of them were near the top, filled to the brim with piglet shit and still leaking through their bloated, sagging seams. Susan noticed him staring and grinned. \n\t“Oh yeah, no, my little darlings had a bad batch of chicken, you know? Undercooked or something. Nasty shit for days, let me tell you. I had to wear a nose plug while changing them, and I’m the one who should be most used to the smell!” She shook her head and whistled, but the friendly gesture didn’t bring James any comfort. “No, this is going to be nasty. Weeks worth of rotting pig diapers, some cold and clammy, some still warm and burbling, and every single one of them more disgusting than anything you’ve ever done before. Yes, even worse than The Trough; pig diapers don’t age like wine… more like milk.” \n\tSusan let up pressure for a moment, slathering some Vick’s under her nose to brace herself before leaning back down on James. “Now. Are you ready?”\n\tWhether or not James had a response, he wasn’t given any time to say it. By the time he’d opened his mouth Susan had already popped it wide open, showering the poor human with dozens upon dozens of pounds of diaper, shit, and piss.\n\tIt all plopped onto James like a mudslide, coating every single part of him from head to toe. Cold, hard logs pressed between his toes at the same time warm, mushy shit slathered across his fingers. Susan was right; just because the diaper was older didn’t mean it was any less nasty, and he thought that the older ones might have been even worse. At least the recent ones filled with fresh, runny logs smeared across his skin and dribbled right off, but the older diapers filled with cooled shit mixed with piss coated him, drying quickly to his skin and making it itch. \n\tNot that the whole thing didn’t itch. It was like a burning hell, one that was made worse by the difference in temperatures. The warm shit burned his skin with its acidic properties, and all he wanted to do was scrape it off, but the cold shit was even worse. Not only did he have to itch everywhere it touched, it simply wouldn’t come off. Every time he scraped his fingernails against his skin to clean it, the warm shit slid right off but the cold shit clung stubbornly on. \n\tAnd god, the smell! It filled the room in minutes, and it assaulted James’s very being. The stench at The Trough was nothing compared to what he was met with now. While the stuff there was pungent and made him want to gag, it was something he could get used to and even learn to ignore. This stuff, however, was omnipresent. When he breathed through his nose, it was there. When he breathed through his mouth, he could somehow still smell it just as clearly as if he were snorting it. Even when he held his breath, the after effects of the stench made it seem like it was just as strong as before. \n\tJames began to yell, cursing unintelligibly as he squirmed on the bed, struggling to throw the dozens upon dozens of diapers off of him. Susan stood nearby, knowing better than to touch more of the shit than she had to, and only got involved when he tried to throw a diaper away or get up and run to the shower. James didn’t make it easy for her to restrain him, but in the end, she simply had more mass and muscle, and there was nothing he could do to escape. \n\tBy and by James’s tortured thrashings slowed down. It wasn’t that the smell wasn’t any less brain meltingly bad, or that the itching had subsided — if anything, it increased. He had simply tired himself out, and after calming down, he simply looked up at Susan, giving her the most pitiful, pathetic pair of doggy eyes he could muster. \n\tSusan crossed her arms. “You gonna talk dirty about my piglets ever again?” she asked.\n\tJames shook his head, wiping the shit from his red eyes.\n\tThe sow regarded James carefully, biting her lip. What she’d done to him tonight was extreme, but he had deserved it, hadn’t he? After careful consideration, she smiled a bit. \n\t“Alright James, after you clean everything up, we’ll get you some aftercare.” As James nodded gratefully and began to sit up, Susan stopped him. Her wicked grin told him she wasn’t quite done.\n\t“But you have to clean everything with your mouth.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tJames twiddled with his bowtie nervously as he stood outside his date’s door, though with any luck, he wouldn’t be wearing it for long. The night’s chill breeze reminded him that he was wearing a jock under his dress slacks, and his hole twitched at the cold assault.
\tAfter the incident at The Trough, James thought his love life would be finished, as far as work was concerned. Even if none of the sows told anyone about it, even if none of the dozens of videos he was certain was recorded of him made their way to anyone at work, the only coworkers he could see himself shacking up with were all present for his public humiliation. Sow or not, no self-respecting woman would even glance appreciatively at him after what had happened.
\tFor a while, his suspicions seemed well founded. Charlotte and the rest of her gang avoided him at work, only occasionally offering awkward smiles when they bumped into each other in the halls before making up a lame excuse and rushing away. No one else at work caught wind of his public exposure and changing, but the only ones he had eyes for were the sows. What was the point of trying, then?
\tHe’d become resigned, almost content with the death of his dating life when the email came.
It was from Susan, the sow from marketing. She had been there when he blew out his diaper and hadn’t spoken to him sense. James had wondered what she could possibly want with him; it certainly wasn’t business related, given they were in entirely different divisions of the company, but it couldn’t be social either, not after The Trough.
The contents of the email didn’t answer any questions. “Come meet me after work, second level in the lot.”
Against his better judgement, James met her after work, and he couldn’t have been happier with the result. Though the dark structure gave the encounter more of a ‘serial killer’ vibe, James was stunned as Susan shyly admitted that she had crushed on him for a while, and the incident with the diaper only made that crush worse.
The two agreed to a date before they left that night, and that single encounter led to a whirlwind of an office affair. James and Susan were rarely seen apart from each other during breaks, and they’d even taken to sneaking surreptitious kisses when they thought no one was looking. Of course, word got out quickly, and even Steel was surprised about how intense their love life was.
\tWhich brought him to today. After a date in which they’d both gotten particularly drunk, James admitted to Susan how much he’d wanted to try femdom. After being subby to men so long, he was curious about how the other side of the coin would treat him. Almost immediately afterwards came Susan’s confession that she was a professional dominatrix on the side. They had a day and time set before they reached the bottom of their next bottles of beer.
\tAnd here he was, on the right date, at the right time. He’d knocked on the door twice and rang the doorbell once, and yet no answer.
\tIt wasn’t like she wasn’t in there— he could see her plain as day through the blinds. She just wasn’t answering.
The question of ‘why’ bounced through his mind. Why wasn’t she opening up? She obviously knew he was here, she could hear him knock and ring. It wasn’t that he was early, he’d made certain to knock exactly at five. There was no chance it was the wrong date, either, because he’d checked half a dozen times leading up to today and a dozen times today, just to be certain. Did she not want to do it anymore? Did she think he was strange for wanting it? Perverse, detestable? Was this the final straw, and was this the end of their relationship?
\tInside, Susan watched with amusement as James squirmed on his feet, tugging at his collar and constantly fixing his hair. It was so easy, playing with his mind, and it was important if she were to get him in the right mindset for their session tonight.
\tFinally, when she determined he was worked up to just the right mixture of insecurity and nerves, she opened the door and leaned on the doorframe, giving him a sultry, cocky grin.
\tJames’s heart skipped a beat as he heard the lock unbolt and watched the door open, but what he saw made it skip again.
\tSusan had always dressed conservatively at work and on their dates, and the few times they’d fucked, it was in the dark, so he couldn’t quite see her body. Now, as she stood in the doorway, all she wore was a sheer satin gown that left nothing to the imagination.
\tThe red fabric clung to her body and accentuated all her curves. Her hanging belly, her thick, taut thighs, that shelf of an ass, and even her always-prominent breasts seemed larger because of the skin tight satin. The gown was obviously made for someone half her size, James concluded, not in the least because the satin was so tight that he could see her nipples and the rest of her skin through it.
All in all, it had the intended effect on James, striking him speechless from awe of her.
\tSusan let her toy for the night stand there a minute before she shook her head.
“Cat got your tongue?” Her tone was so flat it was hard to tell if she were teasing or not, but James blushed anyways.
“I, uh, well, you are… I mean, what I meant to say was—”
\tThe sow’s grin only grew. “Why are you so overdressed?” she asked. James stuttered again, but she ploughed on. “This ain’t like any of our other dates, boy, you know exactly what’s going to happen, and believe me, you won’t want to be wearing that monkey suit when we do.”
\tSusan reached out and grabbed James by the bowtie, yanking him in roughly and closing the door behind him. She used the unravelling bow like a lead and guided him through towards the bedroom, strutting in front of him confidently and giving him more than a glimpse at her thick ass. It was more toned than he’d expect, and all he could think of was how it would feel on his face.
\tJames couldn’t help but take in his surroundings as he was led through them. She seemed to keep a mostly clean house, but there were obvious signs of the kids she’d talked about before. Toys littered about, dents in the wall, and a crayon masterpiece in the hallway. Notably there was no diaper pail, something necessary for the five piglets under five she had told him about, but after a quick flashback to the incident at The Trough, James decided wisely not to bring up its absence.
\tInstead he asked, “Where’s all the kids tonight?” He knew she was obviously single, so who was there to pawn them off to?
\tSusan raised an eyebrow, but hid her reaction from James. It might have been a minor faux pas to ask your dominatrix questions, but James was new to it all, and besides, after all was said and pegged, they did have a relationship outside this.
\t“A good sub doesn’t question his dominatrix,” Susan said coldly. James hung his head in shame, and she continued with a grin and in a slightly warmer tone. “But most dominatrixes aren’t in relationships with their subs, and most subs aren’t as pathetically green to this as you are. So, I’ll let it pass for now, but next time, I expect you to be a very good boy.”
\tJames nodded, but didn’t raise his head. “Y-Yes, sorry,” he murmured subserviently.
\tSusan stopped dead in her tracks, but didn’t say a thing. Thankfully, James got the hint. “Yes, Yes Mistress!” he corrected himself.
\tThe sow didn’t say anything, but the very fact that she started walking again showed her approval, and James felt happy flutters in his belly.
\tAfter what felt like ages, though it was only half a minute at most, they reached the bedroom. Susan led James to the bed, and he clambered on without order. He might have been new to femdom, but he certainly wasn’t new to being a sub. Susan left him there to go grab something, and James took the time to take in what would be his world for the next several hours.
\tAt first glance, Susan’s room wasn’t much to write home about, and James felt a tinge of disappointment. The bed he laid on was a queen size on a four-poster bed frame, nice but not overly so, and the rest of the room initially seemed to follow that precedent. There was a dresser near the foot of the bed with a television, which was new but not too new, large but not too large, and there was a writing desk over near the window. The carpet was a soft cream and the walls a gentle red, but otherwise, what was special about this room? Nothing, really. While he wasn’t really certain what he’d imagined a dominatrix’s room to be like, he was hoping for something a little less… boring.
And then he looked closer.
Those markings on the ceilings weren’t just wear… they were actually brackets, sturdy enough to hang someone from. There were also places to secure restraints at two places on the wall, and at second glance, he noticed that the writing desk seemed to be on a swivel and had fisheye hooks, perfect for restraint as well. Even the posts on the bed’s frame were perfect for tying someone to. An unfortunate additional thing he noticed was that diaper pail he had noticed wasn’t around earlier, hiding in a corner of the bedroom, but that was no big deal. He could just ignore it.
\tSusan finally found what she was looking for; she knocked on exterior wall twice and it fell away, flipping to reveal  a table heaped with a treasure trove of different toys. James’s eyes widened as he saw what was in store for him, and he wasn’t certain if it was excitement or fear that he felt.
\tSusan caught his eye and grinned. “Excited, boy?” Before he could respond, she barked out a short command, “Disrobe. Now.”
\tJames immediately felt dumb for not having done that immediately, choosing instead to gape at her room and judge it, and so he undid his buttons as fast as his fingers could fly. His bow tie, his shirt, and his undershirt all came off in moments, and after a short fumbling with his belt, his pants followed. Soon he was left in the pastel blue jock that one of his friends had lent him, one that accented his ass and made it look juicier than it already was.
\tThe sow watched with an appreciative eye, especially once he revealed his jock. “And here I thought you weren’t prepared. You really are just a slut, aren’t you?”
\tBefore James could reply she turned around, sifting through her toys. “Gonna give you a choice, cutie, but you’re gonna hafta choose the right option, or else.”
\t“Yes, Mistress,” James said.
\tSusan nodded and turned her attention back to her collection. She had more than she knew what to do with; whips and floggers on one end, plain ol’ dildos on the other, and in the middle was all sorts of kinky shit she’d picked up over the years. Oral gags, spacers, electric clamps, and if she looked she knew she’d find butt plugs that could stretch out even the most virgin hole to a loose, gaping mess in just hours. That might be something for another time, but for now, she settled on three toys in particular.
\t“Alright, boy. For our first session I’ll be nice, and all I’m going to do to you is peg you. Do you remember the safe word?”
\tJames nodded.
\t“Good! Now, you’ve got three choices. First, a human dildo.” Painfully vanilla, in her opinion. She turned around and held it up so James could see. It was about six inches long, insanely detailed and perfectly colored by otherwise boring. It didn’t even have a pair of balls included.
\t“Second, The Fist.” Now she held up another silicone sculpture, this time of someone’s fist and flexing forearm all the way past the elbow, where the skin colored plastic flared into a base to ensure it didn’t slip in. It was about two feet in total, and quite thick.
\t“Finally, the Werewolf.” Now what she held up was truly a masterpiece. It was an insanely detailed dog cock, realistically colored a deep, mottled red and white. Veins wove their way around the shaft and the knot was ass-shattering, flaring at an almost 90 degree angle. The pure heft of the thing was impressive as well; it was more than three feet long before the knot and eleven inches thick, while the knot added an extra seven inches in length and flared out to sixteen inches in diameter. It was truly an ass-wrecker, only suitable for larger anthros or the sluttiest of the smaller anthros and humans.
\tJames watched with growing fascination and dread at his choices, knowing that only one of them was the one she’d expected him to choose. Even given the immense size of them, he wasn’t worried about being hurt by any of the dildos. He had more than enough experience taking massive cocks. The real question was, which one did she expect him to choose? She had little idea of his anal obsession, so she couldn’t know all the options presented were viable for him.
\tWas he to pick the one that he wanted, or was he to pick the one that she wanted him to pick? If he chose the one he wanted, he would have to choose the fist; it was nice and large, but not too much so. In other words, his idea of the perfect, low-intensity fuck. But she couldn’t possibly know that he was able to take something so large, so perhaps she wanted him to pick the smaller, boring human dildo?
\tThough she didn’t show any signs of it, James could sense Susan’s growing impatience, and he knew he had to choose fast.
\t“Ah, well…” His eyes flickered between the smallest and largest choice. “Well, how about… the human dildo?”
\tSusan stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. “The… the human dildo?” she said, grinning wildly. “Oh, oh lord no, you poor, poor boy. I thought you’d understand that I wanted you to choose the fist!”
\tJames sighed to himself. Of course that’s what she’d want him to pick, who would want a boring, small dildo like that one?
\tFinally recovering from her laughter, Susan straightened up and put on a serious face. “I know you’re probably pretty damn close to a virgin, so if you chose the fist, I was going to let you choose between the human cock and the fist. But as you chose wrong…” here, she couldn’t hide a grin, “you’re going to get the Werewolf.” She held up the massive ass-wrecker high in the air, tossing the other two back on the table.
\tJames couldn’t help but bite his lip, excited to try out what he frankly thought was the most exciting of the choices, anyways. Susan misinterpreted the gesture and paused a moment.
\t“You gonna be alright with that?” she asked. “Remember you can use the safeword whenever.” Maybe she was going too far, after all? The Werewolf was absolutely massive, even for her, and maybe James wouldn’t be able to swing it,and maybe she was pushing him—
\tThe chuckle from James assuaged her fears. “Alright with it? Mistress, I’m excited!”
\tSusan raised an eyebrow. “Excited, boy?”
\tJames’s grin grew wider. “Yeah! This is the kind of stuff I take for a challenge! The fist was going to be an easy, relaxing fuck, but this? This’ll be fun.”
Susan whistled, shaking her head as she looked the massive dildo over again. “You really think you can take this, huh?”
James laid back with his hands behind his head, the look on his face entirely too cocky and confident for his dominatrix’s taste. “Sure can. I bet I can take the knot without even much warmup!”
The sow shook her head. “Got a lot you weren’t telling me, don’t you James? Don’t worry, we’ll talk about it later. But for now…”
\tJames took that segue as a hint to get in position, so he went to get on all fours, but Susan raised a hand to stop him. “Oh, not yet cutie, but soon. Right now I’m gonna go get your surprise… but you can’t see me.”
\tShe reached onto her table and brought out a blindfold, tying it onto James tightly to ensure he couldn’t see a thing.
\tThe darkness only made him more excited for what he could possibly be getting. An outfit for him? Possibly another toy, or a ball gag?
\tJames frowned. Hopefully not a ball gag. His jaw was still sore from the last time Hamton used one on him. To be sure it was about five sizes too large, but just the thought set him on edge, even if it were properly proportioned for a man like him.
\tAfter a moment Susan undid his blindfold, and James gaped in awe at her. She had changed out of her sheer gown, which already was stunning on her, but what she wore instead was even better. Susan wore a latex suit that covered everything except the best bits. Her suit clung to her arms and shoulders, but left her massive breasts exposed and hanging, only to meet back up beneath them and cover her belly. It continued down onto her legs, again clinging to her skin and plumping her ass in the best way possible, but leaving access to her hole. Most importantly, it had a harness built in, which she had hooked the Werewolf into.
The massive slab of cock drooled pre and James almost believed it to be real, until he detected a subtle hose running along the suit. He grinned, impressed; Susan had built a cumtube into her suit, so that she could fill her clients with ‘seed’ whenever she wished, improving on the illusion. Someone less experienced than he could even be fooled into thinking it was actually real.
\tSusan basked in his appreciation and pseudo-worship of her, allowing him to gawk for nearly a full minute before slipping back into her role as dominatrix. “Boy. All fours, ass up. NOW.”
\tJames was shocked back to reality and immediately set into action, flipping on his belly and clambering up onto all fours. He pressed his chest down against the bed in a familiar motion, raising his ass at the same time and arching his back to accentuate his thick cake. Soon, most all Susan could see of James was his jiggling ass, exposed hole, and jock-covered balls and taint. Which was just how she liked it.
\tSeveral moments passed but Susan didn’t go to move, relishing the anticipation clear on James’s face. His hole winked in the air, and he began to tremble a bit, having to hold that position for so long.
Finally, just as James was considering asking Susan what was going on, she popped open a bottle of lube and slathered it on her werewolf cock. Then, she lined up the tip with his hole and pressed in.
\tJames’s ass arched back in response to the massive intrusion, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “F-Fuuuuck…” he moaned, panting slightly from the exertion of taking such a massive cock. He might have been loose enough for it, but it was still pretty damn big. It felt like his hole was struggling to take in a tree trunk, and it might as well have been with that girth.
\tHe did take it without complaint, however, and on her part, Susan was impressed. She hadn’t actually expected him to take it, having assumed that like most men, James was more of a talker than a walker. She wouldn’t have been put off had he not taken it, but now this just drove her appreciation of him into overdrive.
\tStill. Less appreciatin, more fuckin. Susan dug her fingers into his shoulder and used his body as leverage, grunting with effort as she slowly speared him with her massive dog cock dildo. His asshole slowly stretched to accommodate, the fragile skin of his ass lips wrapped tight around the red and white surface of the toy. Soon she bottomed out, knot teasing against his stretched out man-cunt, and she could take a moment to really appreciate what she was doing here.
\tJames’s eyes were rolled back and his mouth was lolling open, drooling slightly, but he still managed to keep himself up on all fours. His cheeks were pulled apart further than they had been in a long time, and his belly bulged ever so slightly from the sheer mass of her invading strapon. He was the perfect image of submissive boyslut, and the only regret Susan had was that she hadn’t done this to him earlier.
\tSusan slowly, teasingly pulled out, enjoying the expressions flittering across James’s face as she did so. Pleasure, relief, but more importantly, a searing need deep in him to feel that fullness once again. He looked almost like a puppy, and as she neared pulling the tip out, he looked back at her with full, pleading eyes.
The sow grinned. “Can’t say no to a face like that, can I?” she chuckled as she grabbed James’s shoulders and slammed in to the knot again. James hissed in through his teeth, eyes wide as a strangled moan forced its way out of his mouth. She pulled out again, and he collapsed. Finally, the fucking started in earnest.
For a long while, James lost himself in the litany of sensations and pleasures overwhelming him. Everything he felt was magnified; the sweat dripping down the sow’s face onto his back, the strong grip of her fingers on his shoulders, the slow, burning pleasure filling him with every well-lubricated inch of massive werewolf cock that sank into him, and the immense pressure of the knot struggling to push into his hole, only to pull away at the last second.
The perfection was not to last, however. After a few minutes he began to feel his knees shake, his muscles burn, and his elbows begin to lock up. These things were minor stuff that James was used to blocking out, but as his heightened senses magnified those small things, they also magnified his awareness of one not-so-small thing in the corner; the diaper pail.
\tWhere once his mind was immune from the worries of his social life and focused entirely on the momentary pleasure, now unwelcome images began to intrude on his bliss. Flashes of the scene at the diner raced through his mind, not long enough to ruin things but certainly often enough to take off the edge.
James swore he could feel the acrid burn of piglet shit against his ass again, the rash flaring up despite having left months ago. He could even smell the sharp tang of piglet piss, and though he knew it couldn’t possibly be real, it bothered him nonetheless. Becoming a sub was one of the few pleasures he took in life, one of the things that helped him forget the more negative aspects of his existence. Why did he have to deal with it here, of all places, and now, of all times?
\tHe understood well that Susan didn’t want him to say a word, but he felt he had to if he was going to enjoy himself. James bided his time, and when he felt it to be the best moment, he ventured forth a question.
\t“S-Susan?” he wheezed between thrusts.
\tSusan didn’t stop, and for a second James thought she couldn’t hear him over the wet schlorps of his asshole tugging on the dildo on its way out. Just as he was about to try again, Susan replied.
\t“This better be good, cock slut.”
\tJames cringed. Not a great start. “C-Could you move the diaper pail?”
\tThe pegging stopped. James looked up to see Susan staring down at him with an incredulous look. “You want me to… what?”
\tBefore James could respond Susan began to slam into him rougher than before, and for a moment James’s attempts to communicate were lost among his moans and whimpers.
\tFinally he managed, “C-Could you get rid of it? The smell is distracting me.”
\tSusan looked away, refusing to respond. James took this as a positive thing, like she was considering it. “Like, well after the incident at The Trough and all that, it’s, well… you know how I am around it.”
\tShe kept on plugging along, her face blank and giving no hint at her thoughts.
\tHe tried again. “I can… I can smell it. Like jesus it’s bad, it’s distracting, you know? You of all people know how fuckin nasty and vile pig diapers are, pig piss esepcially. How do you even keep that nasty thing in here?”
\tSusan looked down at him with a cold glare, but he didn’t notice and continued on. “Like fuck, there should be like a requirement to keep it in a biohazard waste bin. That shit smell doesn’t come out for weeks, and we keep it in normal plastic containers? It’s just nasty, there’s no reason for it to be in here, and really it’s distracting me from my fun. Can’t you get rid of it?”
\tThe pegging stopped for a moment and James thought that Susan was going to get rid of it after all. She pulled away, leaving his hole empty and winking, and slid off the bed. He didn’t even bother looking at what she was doing; once he heard the rustling of the bag he just flipped onto his back and relaxed, closing his eyes.
\t“Hey, Susan, I really appreciate it. You really— oh, fuck!”
\tJames’s self-important words were cut off short as Susan tossed the bag of diapers from the pail on top of him, landing straight on his chest and weighing him down to the point that he struggled to even move beneath it. He felt Susan grab his legs and push lift his body up to a 45 degree angle, so that his hole was level with her strapon. As a result, the bag rolled up his body and rested on his head, barely giving him enough room to breathe while she pushed back inside him.
\tThe sensation was unique, to say the least. The combined wastes of five piglets weighed down on him heavily, and though he tried to shift it off of him, Susan kept it absolutely still as she fucked him. It wasn’t exactly consistent, either, and the individual diapers sagged to the sides of the bag, distributing the weight around him as he struggled. It did take some pressure of his chest, but it also meant that he was trapped beneath it, unable to heave it off of himself without help.
\tIt was only when the bag wrapped itself around him that he began to appreciate just how disgusting it really was. The newer diapers were still warm and burbling as the pressed on his body through the plastic bag, but the older stuff was cold and firm. That was almost worse; while none of it was touching him directly, all he could think of was the drying, cloying texture of the old diapers as they burst over him. Flashbacks to the Trough incident flew through his mind, and he groaned in fear it would happen again.
\tThe plastic was specially formulated to keep the stench in, but while it did its job well, it had a limit, and James as the bag pressed up against James’s nose, forcing him to inhale the stench, he realized just how imaginary his earlier ‘whiffs’ were. He would give anything to get this thing off him, but from the firm way Susan gripped his legs, he didn’t think that likely at this point.
If he were to have any chance of getting out from under the diaper pail’s bag, he would have to beg. And so he did, pleading with Susan to get this thing off him, apologizing for his incessant badgering for her to get it out of the room. All his efforts were in vain, however, because the plastic simply muffled every path of reasoning he tried.
Not that Susan would have listened. She just grinned as she heard James begin to beg, gripping his ankles more firmly and thrusting faster. It really wasn’t the fact that he’d asked to move the diaper pail that set her off, though the fact that he was speaking at all without permission irked her.
No, it was the vitriol that he spouted towards piglets, hers in particular. A distaste for them was understandable, especially given the public humiliation he’d gone through because of them, but the fact that he was taking his problems out on her children was far beyond the pale.
Now, Susan didn’t consider herself cruel. She knew it was a bit much to throw the diaper bag on top of her date, but it was just a little bit of teasing, nothing too serious. After a few moments of annoyance, she was just going to pick it back up and toss it to the side, hoping it would have taught him a lesson.
Susan lifted the bag just a little, ready to tell James that his punishment was done. If she’d had lifted the bag just a moment earlier, she’d have heard the pleas for clemency that she was expecting. In the last few seconds, however, something had snapped in James, and his begging turned into angry cursing— cursing at the fact that he was buried under the diapers, but more so cursing the piglets who filled them.
The sow’s blood ran cold, and she stopped thrusting. James paused a moment, peeking out from under the diaper bag hopefully.
“A-Are you going… going to let me out?” he asked.
The look that Susan gave him didn’t give him much a reason to hope. She glared down at him, shook her head, and slammed the bag back down, leaving just enough room around his head for him to be able to hear her words.
The thrusting resumed.
“Y-you know, James, I was about to take that bag off your head, let you go an’ all that,” Susan said as she slammed in and out of James. “But you just had to go curse out my pigs. Something you should know about me by now, is that the second you talk shit about my kids, I give you shit right back.”
James whimpered beneath the plastic bag, watching yellow-orange piss leak out of the diapers and gather at the bottom of the bag, luke-warm against his face. He knew full well he’d fucked himself over.
\tSusan continued thrusting, her knot tugging at James’s hole so that it pulled outward. “I could do a lot to you, ya know. Like, from this position alone?” She paused as she thought. “I could make you worship the bag, but that wouldn’t be too bad for you, would it? Or I could take a diaper out, make you wear it after we’re done.” She sniggered at that. “Bring back a lot of memories, yeah? Not a lot of good ones for you.”
\tShe trailed off as she schlopped in and out of James’s increasingly loose hole, and for a moment James thought she may have changed her mind. No such luck, unfortunately, because she continued, “Or, I guess I could shove you in the bag itself, tie it up and keep you in there as long as I want.”
\tJames gagged beneath his bag, the thought of being trapped among so many pig diapers, old and new, sending a fresh wave of revulsion through his body. His discomfort must have been obvious, because Susan chuckled and shook her head.
\t“Course, I like you James, and I couldn’t do that to ya…” James’s heart lifted, but only for a moment before Susan broke it. “At least, not directly. Sooo, I’ll tell ya what. If you manage to keep this knot outta your ass, I’ll put the bag away and I’ll forgive you for everything you said about my kiddos.” Her thrusting intensified, and James could visualize the growing of her sadistic grin. “But the knot goes in? I’m gonna rip this baggie and bury you in a mountain of piglet shit.”
\tJames gagged again, but though he wanted to, he knew that begging would only make things worse for him. When Susan lifted the bag just enough for him to be able to speak, all he could make himself say was, “Y-Yes Mistress.”
\tSusan let the bag down with a thwap. “Very good boy, James. Bout time you learned some respect.”
\tNervously, James began to focus on his ass. It burned from the intrusion but it was still pleasurable enough that his cock was rock hard and leaking pre, all without the aid of his usual cock ring. He felt so full that it seemed impossible that the knot could even slip in at this point, but then again, he thought it would have been impossible to take just the shaft of a dildo that large and look where he was now.
\tOf course, that was because an actual wolf with a similarily-sized cock slammed inside him without much thought of James’s long term anal health, but the important thing is that it had been done, and James knew it could happen again.
\tHe began to focus on clenching his asshole. While he was deciding what to do, the knot was edging closer and closer to pushing in, beginning to stretch the very outside of his asshole, but now that he was consciously clenching, even the very bottom of the knot was denied entry.
\tThis carried on for almost two minutes, and James began to smile, certain that he could hold it as long as Susan didn’t do anything to distract him.
\tSusan noticed almost immediately what James was doing and smiled, giving him a few moments of confidence. He might have been keeping her out for the moment, but she had no intention of letting James get away unknotted. Feeling no need to increase the strength of her thrusts yet, she leaned down and started whispering into his ear.
\t“Feeling nervous yet, Jamesy boy?” she asked, a growl hinted at deep in her throat. She may not have been a canine, but she could still be just as primal as them. “Feeling nervous about a quarter-ton of piglet shit and piss pressing down on you, only kept away by thin, thin plastic?”
\tJames whimpered beneath it, the thought making him queasy. The strength of his clenching faltered for just a moment, and both he and Susan knew she was getting under his skin.
\t“I’ll take that as a yes, Jamesy boy. Why, still got a bad taste in your mouth from The Trough? All that warm, burbling shit packed in around your groin, burning your skin and stinking up the whole place? I bet it took you days to get that smell off of you, didn’t it?”
\tIt did. Almost a full week of tomato juice baths had passed before James felt confident enough in his smell to go without drenching himself in cologne. It was too much for even Steel, who forced James to sleep in the living room until he fixed his scent up.
\t“If that was bad, I wonder how you’re going to react to being absolutely buried in it?” Susan leaned in closer, her snout nearly brushing against his ear. Hot breaths brushed against his skin every time she whispered. “You’re going to stink for days, little piglet. Everyone else will be confused about where the smell came from, but we sows will know. And Steel will wonder if maybe you started to like it, if you’ve started playing with pig shit in your spare time.”
\tJames felt his heart skip a beat, the mere mention of Steel thinking that putting fear into his heart. And… something else? But Susan only got closer, her lips pressed against James’s earlobe.
\t“And I know Hamton is gonna love that revelation. Isn’t he?”
\tJames gasped and his eyes widened. How did she know about Hamton?
\tThat was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As James hissed through his teeth in surprise, his hole unclenched. Susan noticed and gripped James by the hips, using him as a weight to spear him with her dildo. James noticed what she was doing and tried to clench but it was just too late; the knot had already passed the point of no return, and now it was just a matter of ‘when’. Before long, the knot popped in with an audible noise and James let out a moan, feeling fuller than he ever had before.
\tHis chest felt tight as he began to panic, the realization of what was about to happen setting. Perhaps Susan would have mercy on him? Unlikely, after the way he treated her piglets, but it could happen. After all, they had been dating for a while, she knew about the incident, she had to have it in her to forgive him, right?
A righteous anger swelled deep inside James’s bones.. Yes, she had to forgive him! He was the victim here, he was the one publicly humiliated and covered in piglet shit in The Trough, changed on the table like some sort of baby. So what if he had a thing against piglets now? It was understandable, given everything he had gone through. Susan should just let it slide, he’s the victim, not her piglets, who never even heard his condescending words.
\tJames opened his mouth to tell her just that, when Susan pressed the bag down more firmly on him. It pressed into his mouth, and his teeth made the smallest of holes. Not enough for much to get out, but a tiny, tiny trickle of piglet piss dribbled into his mouth.
\tHis eyes flew wide, and he began to scream and writhe beneath the weight of the disgusting diaper bag. The taste was overwhelmingly greasy and bitter, and he began to retch loudly. It wasn’t any use— rather than take pity on him, Susan just opened the rip a little more and forced that trickle to turn into a waterfall. Soon, James had no choice but to swallow the burning liquid.
\tSusan’s grin was manic at this point as she watched her boyfriend suffer. “Oh, is a little piglet piss too much for you, hun?” James managed to nod furiously, to which the sow just chuckled. “Well, this is just gonna keep pouring piss into your mouth and you’re gonna keep swallowing it… unless you beg me to pop the bag the rest of the way.
\tJames’s wide eyes and furrowed brows were more than enough to communicate his confusion.
\t“Sure, you’ll be covered in shit, but you’re going to be covered in shit anyways by the time I’m done with you. If you beg nicely for me to pop the bag, you won’t have to drink two week’s worth of my piglet’s piss.”
\tIt didn’t take long for James to realize what his best option was, and he began to whine through the plastic, gagging with every swallow as he pleaded for her to pop the bag. The sow leaned back a bit, basking in the pure desperation roiling of her partner, before she finally nodded.
\t“Alright, little piggy. I’ll grant your wish.” Susan lifted the bag up just enough for James to be able to breathe. The piss still splashed onto his chest, but at least it wasn’t going down his throat anymore. He spat a few times to rid his mouth of the salty, greasy taste, but to no avail.
\tJames looked up at the bag, a pit of dread forming in his belly. He could see every diaper clearly through the plastic. Some were just piss diapers, but most were full of shit and absolutely, entirely overloaded. The worst of them were near the top, filled to the brim with piglet shit and still leaking through their bloated, sagging seams. Susan noticed him staring and grinned.
\t“Oh yeah, no, my little darlings had a bad batch of chicken, you know? Undercooked or something. Nasty shit for days, let me tell you. I had to wear a nose plug while changing them, and I’m the one who should be most used to the smell!” She shook her head and whistled, but the friendly gesture didn’t bring James any comfort. “No, this is going to be nasty. Weeks worth of rotting pig diapers, some cold and clammy, some still warm and burbling, and every single one of them more disgusting than anything you’ve ever done before. Yes, even worse than The Trough; pig diapers don’t age like wine… more like milk.”
\tSusan let up pressure for a moment, slathering some Vick’s under her nose to brace herself before leaning back down on James. “Now. Are you ready?”
\tWhether or not James had a response, he wasn’t given any time to say it. By the time he’d opened his mouth Susan had already popped it wide open, showering the poor human with dozens upon dozens of pounds of diaper, shit, and piss.
\tIt all plopped onto James like a mudslide, coating every single part of him from head to toe. Cold, hard logs pressed between his toes at the same time warm, mushy shit slathered across his fingers. Susan was right; just because the diaper was older didn’t mean it was any less nasty, and he thought that the older ones might have been even worse. At least the recent ones filled with fresh, runny logs smeared across his skin and dribbled right off, but the older diapers filled with cooled shit mixed with piss coated him, drying quickly to his skin and making it itch.
\tNot that the whole thing didn’t itch. It was like a burning hell, one that was made worse by the difference in temperatures. The warm shit burned his skin with its acidic properties, and all he wanted to do was scrape it off, but the cold shit was even worse. Not only did he have to itch everywhere it touched, it simply wouldn’t come off. Every time he scraped his fingernails against his skin to clean it, the warm shit slid right off but the cold shit clung stubbornly on.
\tAnd god, the smell! It filled the room in minutes, and it assaulted James’s very being. The stench at The Trough was nothing compared to what he was met with now. While the stuff there was pungent and made him want to gag, it was something he could get used to and even learn to ignore. This stuff, however, was omnipresent. When he breathed through his nose, it was there. When he breathed through his mouth, he could somehow still smell it just as clearly as if he were snorting it. Even when he held his breath, the after effects of the stench made it seem like it was just as strong as before.
\tJames began to yell, cursing unintelligibly as he squirmed on the bed, struggling to throw the dozens upon dozens of diapers off of him. Susan stood nearby, knowing better than to touch more of the shit than she had to, and only got involved when he tried to throw a diaper away or get up and run to the shower. James didn’t make it easy for her to restrain him, but in the end, she simply had more mass and muscle, and there was nothing he could do to escape.
\tBy and by James’s tortured thrashings slowed down. It wasn’t that the smell wasn’t any less brain meltingly bad, or that the itching had subsided — if anything, it increased. He had simply tired himself out, and after calming down, he simply looked up at Susan, giving her the most pitiful, pathetic pair of doggy eyes he could muster.
\tSusan crossed her arms. “You gonna talk dirty about my piglets ever again?” she asked.
\tJames shook his head, wiping the shit from his red eyes.
\tThe sow regarded James carefully, biting her lip. What she’d done to him tonight was extreme, but he had deserved it, hadn’t he? After careful consideration, she smiled a bit.
\t“Alright James, after you clean everything up, we’ll get you some aftercare.” As James nodded gratefully and began to sit up, Susan stopped him. Her wicked grin told him she wasn’t quite done.
\t“But you have to clean everything with your mouth.”
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