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This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It does not and should not represent anything in the real world!", "writing": "Bartholomew woke up somewhat alert, with a cramp in his gut and a sinking feeling in his stomach as his tailhole blubbered and more liquified poop flowed out, adding to the enormous amount already contained within his diaper. He could feel the warm liquid as it pushed further, the blowout getting worse, several exit points that ran with brown sludge. The three-year-old winced, his anus sore, as it bulged out again. He felt the wet around his body expanding and then his nose was hit with the smell. \nAlmost barfing he threw his duvet off, opening his salt-crusted eyes and took in the scene, the bedroom window letting in bright sunlight.\n\nIt was a mess.\n\nBartie cried, he knew that he would be punished for this mishap, and he dry-heaved as he smelled the extremely nasty odour that came up from his crotch and stomach and lower legs. How could he even have that much poop inside him? He didn't understand! It was [i]everywhere[/i], a lot of it soaked into his duvet, some even having run off the side. He groaned weakly as he peeked out the bed, and yeah, there he saw a small pool of liquid brown. \nThe smell was the worst, much worse than the half-remembered poop from earlier. He shook his head, the sleeping drugs having lost their effect, not that he knew anything about that. The toddler clenched his tailhole shut with effort and then felt fresh tears run down his white-furred cheeks as he tried to figure out how to avoid being punished for this.\nSuddenly he got a bright idea. He had been chided for \"making his parents clean up his messes\", but what if [i]he[/i] cleaned it up instead?\nHe climbed out of his bed and had to put his paws on the waistband of his overfilled and dripping diaper lest it fall down to his footpaws. The toddler's face scrunched up as his paws touched the muck sticking to the diaper and he waddled away, drip-drip-dripping liquid feces over the laminated floor on his journey towards the bathroom. \n\n\n------------------\n\n\nInside Sandra and Johan's bedroom, the male arctic fox was on his back, a plastic object laid sideways in his muzzle. His wife relaxed her body and her wet snatch began a trickle of urine that flowed down his muzzle, hitting the plastic thing on its way down his gullet. He was stroking his cock, which was sore by this point yet stubbornly hard, his arousal at their dirty act enough to make fresh precum shoot out. \n\"What does it say?\" He managed to gurgle with the plastic still in his muzzle. \n\"Uhmmmm,\" Sandra leaned down, her deep blue eyes darting from his mouth to his green eyes, a naughty twinkle in them, \"it's a positive!\" \n\"Yes!\" Johan embraced her and then manhandled her to her back, spitting out the pregnancy test and diving in for a kiss. His wife moaned lustfully as she tasted her own urine and she hooked her legs around his abdomen, huffing as his length prodded and rubbed alongside her pussy. \n\"Wait, what's that?\" \n\nBoth arctic foxes held still, breathing rapidly, blushing. Their ears swivelled and then they heard the sound of sniffling and spatters of fluid. And....\n\"Wait. Is that the washing machine?\" \n\nThey hurried to get dressed, Sandra just in her kimono and Johan in white briefs and t-shirt, his length quickly retreating but still long enough to make a big and wet-spotted bulge in them.\nTogether they entered the hallway and the stench that hit them had them both cover their noses. They could hear frantic scrubbing and noted the many brown stains on the laminated floor. Then they heard the shower turn on and they went into the bathroom. \nIt was utter, filthy chaos. Their boy had gotten liquid poop on almost every floor tile, some of it had been smeared out as if he had been dragging something and Johan looked out the door and noted how that smearing had come from within his bedroom. \n\"Bartie!\" Sandra exclaimed, the toddler with his back to the door, trying to angle the shower-head under his rump, brown water flying everywhere and hitting tiles and bathtub alike. \n\"Mommy! Daddy! I cleaned up!\" The little cub whined, ears instantly splaying backwards.\n\"You pooped yourself!\" Sandra said, her whiskers a flurry from the immense stink. \"You know the punishment!\" \n\"But Momma I cleaned up!\" Bartie whined, stomping his little footpaw and almost losing his balance in the shit-spattered tub. \nThe two parents looked at one another, then at the little bin where they stuffed his diapers, the lid bearing a couple of brown finger-marks. They then looked everywhere else and the sheer enormity of the ensuing cleanup had their shoulders slump. \n\"I'm getting the paddle dear..\" Sandra said, somehow carrying on with their punishment regime, but her husband put a paw on her lower arm, keeping her in place. \n\"He did try to clean up though...\" Johan whispered, the whiny and panicked crying of their son accompanying his words. \n\"Probably didn't even add detergent.\" Sandra muttered, squatting down to check the washing machine where the cub's entire duvet had been stuffed into. \"And it's gonna cost us a new duvet for him..\"\nJohan noted all the feathers floating around the not-foamy water and then drew in a deep sigh. \"Still, it's kinda out fault isn't it?\" \n\"We still need to punish him somehow!\" Sandra hissed, Bartie's crying and whining getting louder as he looked at his arguing parents and the bin where he had deposited his overflowing diaper and back again, already hurking up sour bile as he imagined the taste. \nJohan drew in another deep breath and then his frown turned to a devious smile. He turned to face their son, the toddler's grey eyes overflowing with tears from his expected punishment. The man tried to step over the worst spillage but still winced as he felt wet muck getting on his soles, before he squatted down in front of Bartholomew and took the shower head from him. \n\n\"You are not in trouble, but Mommy is going to have to put a poopstopper in your butt when you go to bed.\" \n\"A poopstoppah?\" The little cub head went askew in confusion. \n\"You'll find out soon enough! Now, let's get you cleaned up. Sandra, will you take care of the floors? I'll take the bathroom once I've got him rinsed and in a proper bath.\" His wife shot him a questioning eyebrow but he waved her away and she shrugged and left the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to run a bucket of water. \n\n\n------------------\n\n\nAn hour later Bartholomew was sitting in front of the television which had been hooked up to Daddy's phone and he was munching on his sugary cereal while the blue dog went on fun adventures. His parents were still cleaning up after him and his ears were perched forward, all thoughts of his punishments and yucky diapers forgotten as his eyes were glued to the screen. \n\n\"What did you mean 'poopstopper'\"? Sandra asked her husband, one eyebrow dangerously close to her hairline. \n\"A buttplug.\" Johan stated to which she gasped and put a paw to her lips. \"I think the small egg-shaped one will be a good fit~\" He said it with a naughty smirk and she blushed, noting how his white facial fur showed arousal as well. \nInstantly they were in each others' arms, hungrily kissing, the wind from the open windows ruffling their fur while they stood embraced. His paw went on her buttock, her's went into his hair tussling it, their crotches met. Although fully clothed, Sandra could easily feel the outline of his cock as it throbbed against her.\n\"Mommy, Daddy, come watch 'toons with me!\" Their toddler shouted, a ritual of sorts in the weekends where they enjoyed their morning together. Sandra and Johan shared a wistful look and then broke apart, huffing slightly. \n\nOnce a couple of episodes had passed they turned off the TV. \n\"Bartie, listen up,\" Johan said, \"your bed is ruined. Tomorrow we are gonna borrow Gramgram's trailer and take it to the recycling center. So you'll get to sleep with us tonigh-\"\n\"Yay!\" The three-year-old clenched his fists and jumped up and down in sheer excitement. \nSandra shot her husband a significant look but he shrugged, even though he knew they were about to blow a one-month sleep-in-own-bed streak. He then smiled down as his son and lifted him up with a grunt, one paw on his padded rump, the little arctic fox clutching his arm for support. \"Let's go to the playground, and maybe down to the lake and feed some duckies.\" \n\"YAY!\" \n\n\n-------------------------------\n\n\n\"Ow!\" \n\"Stay still and let Mommy work it in~\"\n\"It huuurtz Mommie...\" The toddler kicked his leg, not liking the poopstopper at all! \n\nIt was a black silicone toy shaped like an egg. Perhaps three fingers wide it was more than big enough at the center to make the little fox whine and cry as Sandra worked the plug to insert it. His ring was just [i]soo[/i] tight and she huffed, blushing a bit, as she imagine the egg as her husband's knot as it struggled to punch into their son's tailhole. \nShe felt a droplet of arousal seep into her panties and she bit her lower lip, keeping on the pressure while slowly pushing in and out, in and out, the little tyke's anal ring slowly accepting more and more of the egg. \nIt's length was perhaps the same as her middle finger and she had explored the toddler's tailhole with that, lubing him up, the little pottymouth whining and crying from the unwelcome sensation of being stretched out. \n\"You need to relax Bartie...\" She murmured, her eyes locked to the sight of that spasming and reddened ring almost swallowing up the toy on repeat, wanting this moment to last forever. \n\"I can't Mommie!\" He stomped his footpaw again and tried to get away, but her paw holding his white-furred tail by the base kept him in place and she growled, feeling that surge of perverted dominance, and pushed her paw forward with intent. Bartholomew screamed out as his well-stretched hole expanded just that bit further and then the egg popped inside, the width of the area between the egg and the wide base still almost two fingers wide.\n\"There there sweetie~\" She knelt and held him tight against her bosom, the cub's tears seeping onto her bra, his paws constantly going to the plug then jerking away as if stung. \n\nTwenty minutes later they were in bed, with their toddler all diapered up, whining and mewling from every movement that sent small spikes of pain through his rear. He had been made to pee before going to bed, but the pressure on his insides had him feeling like he had to go again. Bartie tried to relax and do it in his diaper, but it didn't work, and his small ears fluttered as he was kept on edge, his brain refusing to allow him to fall asleep. \nHe was squeezed in between Mommy and Daddy, usually the most comfortable space of all, but they thought he was asleep and were kissing and making strange sounds that sounded like they were in pain or something. It all made him very confused, but he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.\nBartie did not want to be yelled at or punished again! \nInstead he endured with stifled whines as they squeezed him tighter between them, the motions squeezing his rump about, making him mewl despite himself as the poopstopper made his tushy hurt. He had his face mushed against Mommy's breasts and for some reason felt the urge to open his maw, latching on to one of her nipples, biting down somewhat hard as the pain in his rear had him desperate for a comforting distraction. \n\"Oh my~\" She said.\n\"What's up?\" Dad said, moving about, making Bartie move upwards, his thighs and crotch touching against his leg as he tried to fold him up so that the toddler's knees were at his chest-level.\n\"He's suckling my nipple in his sleep..\" Mom didn't sound like she hated it, so Bartholomew kept on nomming. \n\"Oh, like this?\" Movement happened, squeezing him tighter and then his dad's much bigger head rubbed against his, Mommy making a loud and strange noise as Daddy slurped on the other breast. \n\"Johan!\" That was the scolding tone! Would she spank Daddy now?\nBut he just lifted his head away again, chuckling, and they shuffled about, kissing again, dad's lower body squeezing into Bartie's rear, making the poopstopper grind about. He bit harder and Mommy made a new sound. It was all strange and confusing to the little toddler as he kept up pretending to be asleep while all this stuff was happening. \n\"Spread your legs~\" Mommy groaned out like she was lifting something heavy. Bartie began to sweat. They were [i]super[/i] warm and sweaty. Squishy. Grindy. She made another sound and dad's lower body pushed forward. Hard. Bartholomew whined out in pain as Daddy pushed against his rump, the poopstopper banging about, the twinge of pain making him cry out sharply. \n\"You awake Bartie?\" Mommy said, both she and dad trembling as they held still. The toddler hiccup-cried but kept his eyes shut. \n\"Who cares...\" His dad said, his voice all growly. He then pushed his lower body again, slamming stomach against diaper, Bartholomew biting down hard on his mom's nipple. \nDaddy began to spank him! It felt like that anyways.. But he kept his eyes closed and whined and bit down, munched down, tears flowing from his eyes as the thing in his butt was disturbed and banged against, each jolt making him tremor and whine. His parents started kissing again, crushing him tighter. He could hardly breathe. He was soo warm, hot, sweaty. He could smell them clearly now as they got worked up, and the pain in his rear subsided as a storm of sensations wracked his body. His crotch was nestled against Mommy's stomach and he felt the heat transfer through her fur and through his diaper to his peepee. It felt strange. Like he had to pee again. He felt that urge come from the inside as Daddy spanked his butt harder and harder. The grown-ups kissed and slurped and it felt soo very naughty. His ears fluttered. He bit down harder and then he peed himself just as Mommy made a loud sound as if she was being spanked or something, a loud pop coming from underneath him as their bodies got even closer together, the poopstopper pushed as deep inside as possible. \n\n\n\"I don't think he was asleep,\" Johan muttered when he finally got his breath back, scooting a bit away to take note of their little boy suckling his thumb and snoring. \nSandra was caressing her breast, wincing as she touched the sucked-on nipple. \"Feels like he tried to bite it off,\" she mused.\n\"Sounded like he came~\" Johan said, feeling a stirring in his loins. \n\"Pissed himself while he was at it.\" \n\"Fuck that was so [i]hot[/i].\" \nThey embraced again, kissed, then the man broke it off, lifting himself up, saliva extending and then dripping down to spatter on their toddler's headfur. \n\"Lift him over. I want your ass~\" \nMore shuffling, a sleep-complaining boy muttering as he was lifted over to still face his mom, the woman barking sharply as Johan drove his slick shaft inside her butt with a hard shove. \n\"Put your paw on his butt, hold him tight while I ram you~\" \nAnd so she did. Feeling the warm and soggy sensation of his diaper rubbing against her pussy, marking it with her husband's seed as he railed her ass, her fingers feeling the base of the plug, each movement making her push or pull at the silicone toy.\n\n\n---------------------------------\n\n\n\"Mommy, Mommy, please I have to go!\" Bartholomew whined. Sandra woke up groggily, yawning and rubbing her eyes before focusing on the toddler who was standing next to the bed all hunched over. \n\"Sure sweetie..\" She said, her voice turning into another groan as she shifted about and got up, grabbing the cub's paw and leading him to the bathroom. \n\"Owieeeee...\" The three-year old whined as he squatted down, the woman pulling at the silicone plug, gritting her teeth as she finally managed to wrench it free. It was followed by a spatter of shit and then the toddler sat his rump down on the purple plastic pottie, scrunching up his cute little grey eyes as he did his morning business. He whined and whimpered, teardrops forming, and she felt the heat rise in her body as his overworked tailhole was bulged out by his fragrant turds. \n\nThe two perverted parents refrained from any sordid actions that Saturday. Nor did they feed him any sleeping pills as the work week was starting up tomorrow and they needed him fresh for daycare. Nor did they couple when evening came and little Bartie was nestled between them, Johan especially spent given how much fun they had had over the weekend. \n\n\"I'll pick up the new bed on Tuesday.\" Johan murmured lazily, their toddler whimpering in his sleep as he rustled about, mushing his lower body against the plugged and padded rump. \n\"Good. I can't wait to have the bedroom for ourselves again~\" \n\"Next weekend though...\"\n\"He'll be stretched out enough~\" \n\"We can feed him a little pill...\" \n\"And maybe a laxative~\" \n\"Fuck. Yes.\" Despite the soreness, Johan's member hardened and he poked it against his son's diapered rump, the tip squeezing right where the base of the plug stuck out, sensitive skin poking against yielding rubber, the cub mewling in his sleep as the silicone toy was pushed a bit further inside. \n\n\n-----------------------------\n\n\nAlice had a knack for sniffing out her victims. The soft-spoken toddlers, the whiners, those who failed to meet her eyes, the ones with their tails tucked beneath their bodies. \n\nBartholomew wasn't one of those, but he was becoming one. The little arctic fox had always made her heart race, but the skunk chose her playthings with care and he had always been the boisterous and self-confident kind of cub. \n\nNow, with almost a year until kindergarten started, he had started to change demeanor. He had gotten more pliant, less argumentative. He winced when she used her stern voice and this Monday he looked downright moody!\n\"Hi Bat!\" She coo'd, using his favorite nickname, but the toddler just walked past her, heading into the living room which had been converted to playspace. \n\"That's rude of him!\" His mom said, crossing her arms, her deep blue eyes watching the toddler disappear with a frown. \n\"Ahhh, it's okay, it's okay.\" Alice placated, lifting her paws with her palms showing, an easy smile on her face. \n\"If he makes any trouble, don't feel bad about punishing him!\" His dad said, the handsome arctic fox' voice stern and his posture confident. He used to be the good cop! And now he was all disciplinarian, it was all very confusing to the skunk. Alice gave him her best motherly smile and nodded, not letting her confusion show. \n\"If you say so mr. Pleisner. I wasn't ever sure if you approved of such methods, but I have a nice wooden paddle for such occasions~\" She felt a bit of a heat grow on her cheeks and her eyes sought out the arctic fox's green ones, then Sandra's deep blue ones, noting how they got a bit flushed as the seconds wore on. \n\"Anyways,\" mr. Pleisner cleared his throat, \"we'll be off to work. I trust Bartholomew will be properly... [i]disciplined[/i] in your capable paws.\" \n\n\"Oh,\" Alice's black-furred tail was sweeping back and forth, \"I'll make him rue [i]every single infraction[/i]!\" \nThe parents looked at her a bit askew and then sort of shrugged as they left, the skunk's eyes following them, her breath caught in her throat as she huffed, a heavy blush on her face as she wondered just what was going on with that family. \n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Bartholomew woke up somewhat alert, with a cramp in his gut and a sinking feeling in his stomach as his tailhole blubbered and more liquified poop flowed out, adding to the enormous amount already contained within his diaper. He could feel the warm liquid as it pushed further, the blowout getting worse, several exit points that ran with brown sludge. The three-year-old winced, his anus sore, as it bulged out again. He felt the wet around his body expanding and then his nose was hit with the smell.
Almost barfing he threw his duvet off, opening his salt-crusted eyes and took in the scene, the bedroom window letting in bright sunlight.

It was a mess.

Bartie cried, he knew that he would be punished for this mishap, and he dry-heaved as he smelled the extremely nasty odour that came up from his crotch and stomach and lower legs. How could he even have that much poop inside him? He didn't understand! It was everywhere, a lot of it soaked into his duvet, some even having run off the side. He groaned weakly as he peeked out the bed, and yeah, there he saw a small pool of liquid brown.
The smell was the worst, much worse than the half-remembered poop from earlier. He shook his head, the sleeping drugs having lost their effect, not that he knew anything about that. The toddler clenched his tailhole shut with effort and then felt fresh tears run down his white-furred cheeks as he tried to figure out how to avoid being punished for this.
Suddenly he got a bright idea. He had been chided for "making his parents clean up his messes", but what if he cleaned it up instead?
He climbed out of his bed and had to put his paws on the waistband of his overfilled and dripping diaper lest it fall down to his footpaws. The toddler's face scrunched up as his paws touched the muck sticking to the diaper and he waddled away, drip-drip-dripping liquid feces over the laminated floor on his journey towards the bathroom.


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Inside Sandra and Johan's bedroom, the male arctic fox was on his back, a plastic object laid sideways in his muzzle. His wife relaxed her body and her wet snatch began a trickle of urine that flowed down his muzzle, hitting the plastic thing on its way down his gullet. He was stroking his cock, which was sore by this point yet stubbornly hard, his arousal at their dirty act enough to make fresh precum shoot out.
"What does it say?" He managed to gurgle with the plastic still in his muzzle.
"Uhmmmm," Sandra leaned down, her deep blue eyes darting from his mouth to his green eyes, a naughty twinkle in them, "it's a positive!"
"Yes!" Johan embraced her and then manhandled her to her back, spitting out the pregnancy test and diving in for a kiss. His wife moaned lustfully as she tasted her own urine and she hooked her legs around his abdomen, huffing as his length prodded and rubbed alongside her pussy.
"Wait, what's that?"

Both arctic foxes held still, breathing rapidly, blushing. Their ears swivelled and then they heard the sound of sniffling and spatters of fluid. And....
"Wait. Is that the washing machine?"

They hurried to get dressed, Sandra just in her kimono and Johan in white briefs and t-shirt, his length quickly retreating but still long enough to make a big and wet-spotted bulge in them.
Together they entered the hallway and the stench that hit them had them both cover their noses. They could hear frantic scrubbing and noted the many brown stains on the laminated floor. Then they heard the shower turn on and they went into the bathroom.
It was utter, filthy chaos. Their boy had gotten liquid poop on almost every floor tile, some of it had been smeared out as if he had been dragging something and Johan looked out the door and noted how that smearing had come from within his bedroom.
"Bartie!" Sandra exclaimed, the toddler with his back to the door, trying to angle the shower-head under his rump, brown water flying everywhere and hitting tiles and bathtub alike.
"Mommy! Daddy! I cleaned up!" The little cub whined, ears instantly splaying backwards.
"You pooped yourself!" Sandra said, her whiskers a flurry from the immense stink. "You know the punishment!"
"But Momma I cleaned up!" Bartie whined, stomping his little footpaw and almost losing his balance in the shit-spattered tub.
The two parents looked at one another, then at the little bin where they stuffed his diapers, the lid bearing a couple of brown finger-marks. They then looked everywhere else and the sheer enormity of the ensuing cleanup had their shoulders slump.
"I'm getting the paddle dear.." Sandra said, somehow carrying on with their punishment regime, but her husband put a paw on her lower arm, keeping her in place.
"He did try to clean up though..." Johan whispered, the whiny and panicked crying of their son accompanying his words.
"Probably didn't even add detergent." Sandra muttered, squatting down to check the washing machine where the cub's entire duvet had been stuffed into. "And it's gonna cost us a new duvet for him.."
Johan noted all the feathers floating around the not-foamy water and then drew in a deep sigh. "Still, it's kinda out fault isn't it?"
"We still need to punish him somehow!" Sandra hissed, Bartie's crying and whining getting louder as he looked at his arguing parents and the bin where he had deposited his overflowing diaper and back again, already hurking up sour bile as he imagined the taste.
Johan drew in another deep breath and then his frown turned to a devious smile. He turned to face their son, the toddler's grey eyes overflowing with tears from his expected punishment. The man tried to step over the worst spillage but still winced as he felt wet muck getting on his soles, before he squatted down in front of Bartholomew and took the shower head from him.

"You are not in trouble, but Mommy is going to have to put a poopstopper in your butt when you go to bed."
"A poopstoppah?" The little cub head went askew in confusion.
"You'll find out soon enough! Now, let's get you cleaned up. Sandra, will you take care of the floors? I'll take the bathroom once I've got him rinsed and in a proper bath." His wife shot him a questioning eyebrow but he waved her away and she shrugged and left the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to run a bucket of water.


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An hour later Bartholomew was sitting in front of the television which had been hooked up to Daddy's phone and he was munching on his sugary cereal while the blue dog went on fun adventures. His parents were still cleaning up after him and his ears were perched forward, all thoughts of his punishments and yucky diapers forgotten as his eyes were glued to the screen.

"What did you mean 'poopstopper'"? Sandra asked her husband, one eyebrow dangerously close to her hairline.
"A buttplug." Johan stated to which she gasped and put a paw to her lips. "I think the small egg-shaped one will be a good fit~" He said it with a naughty smirk and she blushed, noting how his white facial fur showed arousal as well.
Instantly they were in each others' arms, hungrily kissing, the wind from the open windows ruffling their fur while they stood embraced. His paw went on her buttock, her's went into his hair tussling it, their crotches met. Although fully clothed, Sandra could easily feel the outline of his cock as it throbbed against her.
"Mommy, Daddy, come watch 'toons with me!" Their toddler shouted, a ritual of sorts in the weekends where they enjoyed their morning together. Sandra and Johan shared a wistful look and then broke apart, huffing slightly.

Once a couple of episodes had passed they turned off the TV.
"Bartie, listen up," Johan said, "your bed is ruined. Tomorrow we are gonna borrow Gramgram's trailer and take it to the recycling center. So you'll get to sleep with us tonigh-"
"Yay!" The three-year-old clenched his fists and jumped up and down in sheer excitement.
Sandra shot her husband a significant look but he shrugged, even though he knew they were about to blow a one-month sleep-in-own-bed streak. He then smiled down as his son and lifted him up with a grunt, one paw on his padded rump, the little arctic fox clutching his arm for support. "Let's go to the playground, and maybe down to the lake and feed some duckies."
"YAY!"


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"Ow!"
"Stay still and let Mommy work it in~"
"It huuurtz Mommie..." The toddler kicked his leg, not liking the poopstopper at all!

It was a black silicone toy shaped like an egg. Perhaps three fingers wide it was more than big enough at the center to make the little fox whine and cry as Sandra worked the plug to insert it. His ring was just soo tight and she huffed, blushing a bit, as she imagine the egg as her husband's knot as it struggled to punch into their son's tailhole.
She felt a droplet of arousal seep into her panties and she bit her lower lip, keeping on the pressure while slowly pushing in and out, in and out, the little tyke's anal ring slowly accepting more and more of the egg.
It's length was perhaps the same as her middle finger and she had explored the toddler's tailhole with that, lubing him up, the little pottymouth whining and crying from the unwelcome sensation of being stretched out.
"You need to relax Bartie..." She murmured, her eyes locked to the sight of that spasming and reddened ring almost swallowing up the toy on repeat, wanting this moment to last forever.
"I can't Mommie!" He stomped his footpaw again and tried to get away, but her paw holding his white-furred tail by the base kept him in place and she growled, feeling that surge of perverted dominance, and pushed her paw forward with intent. Bartholomew screamed out as his well-stretched hole expanded just that bit further and then the egg popped inside, the width of the area between the egg and the wide base still almost two fingers wide.
"There there sweetie~" She knelt and held him tight against her bosom, the cub's tears seeping onto her bra, his paws constantly going to the plug then jerking away as if stung.

Twenty minutes later they were in bed, with their toddler all diapered up, whining and mewling from every movement that sent small spikes of pain through his rear. He had been made to pee before going to bed, but the pressure on his insides had him feeling like he had to go again. Bartie tried to relax and do it in his diaper, but it didn't work, and his small ears fluttered as he was kept on edge, his brain refusing to allow him to fall asleep.
He was squeezed in between Mommy and Daddy, usually the most comfortable space of all, but they thought he was asleep and were kissing and making strange sounds that sounded like they were in pain or something. It all made him very confused, but he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep.
Bartie did not want to be yelled at or punished again!
Instead he endured with stifled whines as they squeezed him tighter between them, the motions squeezing his rump about, making him mewl despite himself as the poopstopper made his tushy hurt. He had his face mushed against Mommy's breasts and for some reason felt the urge to open his maw, latching on to one of her nipples, biting down somewhat hard as the pain in his rear had him desperate for a comforting distraction.
"Oh my~" She said.
"What's up?" Dad said, moving about, making Bartie move upwards, his thighs and crotch touching against his leg as he tried to fold him up so that the toddler's knees were at his chest-level.
"He's suckling my nipple in his sleep.." Mom didn't sound like she hated it, so Bartholomew kept on nomming.
"Oh, like this?" Movement happened, squeezing him tighter and then his dad's much bigger head rubbed against his, Mommy making a loud and strange noise as Daddy slurped on the other breast.
"Johan!" That was the scolding tone! Would she spank Daddy now?
But he just lifted his head away again, chuckling, and they shuffled about, kissing again, dad's lower body squeezing into Bartie's rear, making the poopstopper grind about. He bit harder and Mommy made a new sound. It was all strange and confusing to the little toddler as he kept up pretending to be asleep while all this stuff was happening.
"Spread your legs~" Mommy groaned out like she was lifting something heavy. Bartie began to sweat. They were super warm and sweaty. Squishy. Grindy. She made another sound and dad's lower body pushed forward. Hard. Bartholomew whined out in pain as Daddy pushed against his rump, the poopstopper banging about, the twinge of pain making him cry out sharply.
"You awake Bartie?" Mommy said, both she and dad trembling as they held still. The toddler hiccup-cried but kept his eyes shut.
"Who cares..." His dad said, his voice all growly. He then pushed his lower body again, slamming stomach against diaper, Bartholomew biting down hard on his mom's nipple.
Daddy began to spank him! It felt like that anyways.. But he kept his eyes closed and whined and bit down, munched down, tears flowing from his eyes as the thing in his butt was disturbed and banged against, each jolt making him tremor and whine. His parents started kissing again, crushing him tighter. He could hardly breathe. He was soo warm, hot, sweaty. He could smell them clearly now as they got worked up, and the pain in his rear subsided as a storm of sensations wracked his body. His crotch was nestled against Mommy's stomach and he felt the heat transfer through her fur and through his diaper to his peepee. It felt strange. Like he had to pee again. He felt that urge come from the inside as Daddy spanked his butt harder and harder. The grown-ups kissed and slurped and it felt soo very naughty. His ears fluttered. He bit down harder and then he peed himself just as Mommy made a loud sound as if she was being spanked or something, a loud pop coming from underneath him as their bodies got even closer together, the poopstopper pushed as deep inside as possible.


"I don't think he was asleep," Johan muttered when he finally got his breath back, scooting a bit away to take note of their little boy suckling his thumb and snoring.
Sandra was caressing her breast, wincing as she touched the sucked-on nipple. "Feels like he tried to bite it off," she mused.
"Sounded like he came~" Johan said, feeling a stirring in his loins.
"Pissed himself while he was at it."
"Fuck that was so hot."
They embraced again, kissed, then the man broke it off, lifting himself up, saliva extending and then dripping down to spatter on their toddler's headfur.
"Lift him over. I want your ass~"
More shuffling, a sleep-complaining boy muttering as he was lifted over to still face his mom, the woman barking sharply as Johan drove his slick shaft inside her butt with a hard shove.
"Put your paw on his butt, hold him tight while I ram you~"
And so she did. Feeling the warm and soggy sensation of his diaper rubbing against her pussy, marking it with her husband's seed as he railed her ass, her fingers feeling the base of the plug, each movement making her push or pull at the silicone toy.


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"Mommy, Mommy, please I have to go!" Bartholomew whined. Sandra woke up groggily, yawning and rubbing her eyes before focusing on the toddler who was standing next to the bed all hunched over.
"Sure sweetie.." She said, her voice turning into another groan as she shifted about and got up, grabbing the cub's paw and leading him to the bathroom.
"Owieeeee..." The three-year old whined as he squatted down, the woman pulling at the silicone plug, gritting her teeth as she finally managed to wrench it free. It was followed by a spatter of shit and then the toddler sat his rump down on the purple plastic pottie, scrunching up his cute little grey eyes as he did his morning business. He whined and whimpered, teardrops forming, and she felt the heat rise in her body as his overworked tailhole was bulged out by his fragrant turds.

The two perverted parents refrained from any sordid actions that Saturday. Nor did they feed him any sleeping pills as the work week was starting up tomorrow and they needed him fresh for daycare. Nor did they couple when evening came and little Bartie was nestled between them, Johan especially spent given how much fun they had had over the weekend.

"I'll pick up the new bed on Tuesday." Johan murmured lazily, their toddler whimpering in his sleep as he rustled about, mushing his lower body against the plugged and padded rump.
"Good. I can't wait to have the bedroom for ourselves again~"
"Next weekend though..."
"He'll be stretched out enough~"
"We can feed him a little pill..."
"And maybe a laxative~"
"Fuck. Yes." Despite the soreness, Johan's member hardened and he poked it against his son's diapered rump, the tip squeezing right where the base of the plug stuck out, sensitive skin poking against yielding rubber, the cub mewling in his sleep as the silicone toy was pushed a bit further inside.


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Alice had a knack for sniffing out her victims. The soft-spoken toddlers, the whiners, those who failed to meet her eyes, the ones with their tails tucked beneath their bodies.

Bartholomew wasn't one of those, but he was becoming one. The little arctic fox had always made her heart race, but the skunk chose her playthings with care and he had always been the boisterous and self-confident kind of cub.

Now, with almost a year until kindergarten started, he had started to change demeanor. He had gotten more pliant, less argumentative. He winced when she used her stern voice and this Monday he looked downright moody!
"Hi Bat!" She coo'd, using his favorite nickname, but the toddler just walked past her, heading into the living room which had been converted to playspace.
"That's rude of him!" His mom said, crossing her arms, her deep blue eyes watching the toddler disappear with a frown.
"Ahhh, it's okay, it's okay." Alice placated, lifting her paws with her palms showing, an easy smile on her face.
"If he makes any trouble, don't feel bad about punishing him!" His dad said, the handsome arctic fox' voice stern and his posture confident. He used to be the good cop! And now he was all disciplinarian, it was all very confusing to the skunk. Alice gave him her best motherly smile and nodded, not letting her confusion show.
"If you say so mr. Pleisner. I wasn't ever sure if you approved of such methods, but I have a nice wooden paddle for such occasions~" She felt a bit of a heat grow on her cheeks and her eyes sought out the arctic fox's green ones, then Sandra's deep blue ones, noting how they got a bit flushed as the seconds wore on.
"Anyways," mr. Pleisner cleared his throat, "we'll be off to work. I trust Bartholomew will be properly... disciplined in your capable paws."

"Oh," Alice's black-furred tail was sweeping back and forth, "I'll make him rue every single infraction!"
The parents looked at her a bit askew and then sort of shrugged as they left, the skunk's eyes following them, her breath caught in her throat as she huffed, a heavy blush on her face as she wondered just what was going on with that family.



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