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It's boring! His classes are highschool level and there isn't a challenge! That is until he accidentally angers a towering, thicc, rommy rat named Cupquake. This nerd's college life is about to get a lot more interesting. Cupquake needs to \"befriend\" a freshman for her sorority initiation, and who better than this little nerd who's giving off \"tease me\" vibes? Perfect!\n\nThe first in a undetermined number of chapters, anonymous and I have big plans for this series. Their sonas, my sonas, ANY KINKS! Really, this is just a way to use and abuse poor Puddin. Look forward to more chapters in the future. If you have any ideas for kinks you want us to include, leave a comment! This series has infinite possibilities. Real Saturday morning cartoon levels of zany.\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment!\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59420276/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Puddin is displeased with his college experience this far. It's boring! His classes are highschool level and there isn't a challenge! That is until he accidentally angers a towering, thicc, rommy rat named Cupquake. This nerd's college life is about to get a lot more interesting. Cupquake needs to "befriend" a freshman for her sorority initiation, and who better than this little nerd who's giving off "tease me" vibes? Perfect!

The first in a undetermined number of chapters, anonymous and I have big plans for this series. Their sonas, my sonas, ANY KINKS! Really, this is just a way to use and abuse poor Puddin. Look forward to more chapters in the future. If you have any ideas for kinks you want us to include, leave a comment! This series has infinite possibilities. Real Saturday morning cartoon levels of zany.

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment!

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59420276/", "writing": "[center]Puddin's Playtime\nCh.1\nPlappin Puddin[/center]\n\nThe crisp late autumn air blew through the Central Valley University campus. Students of all walks of life enjoyed their free time, walked to class on the curving sidewalks, or the few that ran like their lives depended on it. An intense round of Frisbee Golf was happening in the center courtyard as the track and field team made their way down the sidewalk, constantly training for the new year.\n\nHowever, one skunk in particular was shivering down the sidewalk. His first few weeks at university were not what he had expected. Puddin’ was smart enough to know that all those college movies were fictional, but he had expected something more. His tall green tuft of hair fluttered in the breeze as his bubbly ass jiggled down the sidewalk. Moving to the city for a high-profile university seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was having second thoughts. All of his classes were far too easy so far. An insult to his intellect. When were things going to pick up? \n\nPuddin curled his bushy skunk tail around his body, hoping to warm himself. The suspenders that held up his tight jorts around his plump ass and thighs simply weren’t enough in this autumn weather, even with fur. “I simply hate this weather.” He was chilled to the bone by the autumn breeze. “I must return to my dorm.” He picked up the pace, watching the others enjoy the weather without even a coat or other protection from the weather. “Insane.” The contrast in moving from a hot state to a cold Midwest state was always stark.\n\nPuddin's braces glimmered in the sunlight as his teeth clattered. Only half a mile to his dorm. All of his classes were on the clear opposite end of campus. The towering grey buildings seemed to take forever to get closer as he watched. \n\n“Ow!” A female voice called. Puddin looked around, alarmed by the outburst. A towering rat was glaring at him with one eye covered. “Hey! Nerd!’ She stomped over to Puddin. Her breasts looked more like sacks of sand, barely fitting in her stretched sports bra, the flesh spilling out of it. The minuscule booty shorts that she had barely covered her ass, her cheeks so large that Puddin could probably crawl inside them. Her long orange hair, with pink tips, was very frazzled. “Put those blinders away!’\n\n“Excuse me?” Puddin tried to be polite, especially during confrontation, but it was practically impossible to do so with a rat nearly twice his height and weight looking down on him. His lisp leaked out. He kept it hidden when he could, but this fearful moment had set it free.\n\n“Those braces, duh!” She pointed at his mouth. Puddin immediately covered them with his lips, looking quite foolish doing so. “You blinded me.” She pointed back to her eye. The sunlight must have reflected into her eye as she was walking by.\n\n“Cupquake!” A feminine voice called from behind her. A sheep peeked out from behind the towering mouse. “Like, be nice. Remember, we're still watching you as stuff.” the well-shorn sheep grabbed her arm and pulled it down. “You want in Chi Sigma Gamma don't you? I'm, like, so sorry, little nerd.” Her breasts were enormous, but not nearly as large as the rats’, and very perky. The midriff shirt that she wore exposed some underboob, her nipples peeking through. “Cupquake is a little, uh, what's the word?”\n\n“Rational!” The rat said. “This skunk's freakin’ bay window here nearly blinded me.” \n\n“Bay window?” Puddin had been called many things in his life, especially in his early schooling days, but that was a new one.\n\n“Your teeth, nerd!” Cupquake groaned. “God!”\n\n“Hey! Hey! Fluffies!” The sheep panicked and leaped up to Cupquakes head, her legs wrapped around her neck. With the wool left around her wrists, she rubbed them around her ears. “Calmies.” It seemed to be working. Cupquakes raging eyes, the one eye that wasn't covered, was losing its searing hatred, slowly turning blue again. “Honestly, if you wanna pass initiation, you can't go doing this. I may be your sponsor, but I can't do this every time you get mad.”\n\nCupquake sighed. “Yeah, I guess.” \n\nNow that she was calmed, Puddin could see her gradient eyeshadow. “That's impressive.” He pointed to her face. \n\n“What?” The rat looked down on him, confused as to what he meant.\n\n“The makeup on your eyes. How did you do that? Isn't it hard to blur them together cleanly like that?” He wanted to be more intellectual with his speech, but he determined she may not understand.\n\n“Yeah,” Cupquake raised an eyebrow. “It is. But I'm just that good.”\n\n“I told you someone would notice,” the sheep said as she climbed down from her shoulders. \n\n“Can it, Serena.”\n\n“Hey!” The sheep said excitedly. “You should, like, befriend him.” Serena turned to Puddin. “You're a Freshman, aren't you?”\n\n“Yes.” Puddin held out a hand. “My name is Puddin. Is it that obvious?”\n\nSerena giggled and shook his hand. “Like, totally. You've got the vibes, Pud.” \n\nPuddin got a better look at Serena. Her skin looked to be brown except for her underbelly, which, if his intuition was correct based on the color around her mouth and chin, was a cream color. “Is the heart on your cheek natural?” A cream-colored heart sat right below her left eye.\n\n“Yah!” She gave a little hop, making her breasts bounce wildly. “Isn't it totes adorbs?” Her platinum hair naturally readjusted to her shoulder-length undercut, wrapping around her long black horns.\n\n“Quite adorable.” \n\n“You should totally befriend this one, Cupquake! He's a total cutie pie.” Serena hugged him tightly, her breasts squishing against him. “Got a nice butt too. Oh, em, gee!” She got a good look at his ass. Not nearly as large as Cupquakes, but it was always large. No matter how much exercise or weight loss plans he tried, his ass simply wouldn’t reduce, so he rolled with it. Puddin’ felt so warm when she embraced him. The wool around her neck, acting like a boa, sent a heat wave through his body.\n\n“No way, Serena.” Cupquake crossed her arms and turned away. “I ain't choosing this nerd.” \n\n“Yah?” Serena turned to face her. “Well, as your sponsor, I'm choosing for you.” She turned to wink at Puddin. “You're befriending Puddin.”\n\n“What?!” The rage returned.\n\n“Wait,” Puddin raised his arms defensively. Even though he hadn't made any friends yet, he was pretty sure this was not the proper way to do it, especially with one of the opposite sex. “I'm sure you can find someone else.”\n\n“Not if she wants to get into Chi Sigma Gamma,” Serena smirked. “Give me your phone.” Serena held out a hand, gesturing with the tips of her fingers. Puddin was too shocked to respond. Serena dove into his overalls' pockets, pulled out his smartphone, and took a quick selfie, typing something into it. As Cupquake raged, Serena handed him his phone back. “My number is in there,” she whispered. “And I put my number in a memo, too, in case she deletes it.” Looking through his phone, there she was. Serena Woolhart. The selfish showed a ton of cleavage. “Let me know if she ditches you as her freshie, ok?”\n\n“Oh, alright.” Good thing he was wearing some decently thick overalls. Otherwise, he'd be pitching a tent.\n\n“Laters, you too.” Serena fluttered her fingers as she skipped away. “Be nice, Cupquake!”\n\n“Damn you!” Cupquake shouted!\n\n“Um…” Puddin started to say but couldn't think of anything. Cupquake shot a menacing glance at him. “I believe a good way to get to know each other is over a meal?”\n\n“Food?” Cupquake said, the rage disappearing. “I like food.”\n\n“I’m sure you do,” Puddin said as he turned around and walked toward the cafeteria with Cupquake in tow.\n\n\n\n\n“So, what’s the deal with this sorority?” Puddin sat across from Cupquake, who had five plates of food in front of her. Even if the cafeteria was an open market, there was such thing as too much.\n\n“Ish fuching shtufid,” Cupquake replied with a mouthful of fried rice from the Mongolian grill. She swallowed and continued. “They have me initiation bullshit, and there’s stuff I gotta do. One of them is “befriend a freshman,” she said with distaste. Other students were watching the two from other tables. Some laughing, some sniggering, and others pointing in shock at the size of Cupquake. \n\nPuddin’ listened intently as he ate his burger piled high with veggies. “Why, though?”\n\n“I don’t fucking know!” Cupquake shouted, exasperated. “Just let me join, damn it!” She drained her glass of soda and looked at Puddin’. “Ok, what about you squirt?” She eyeballed him, looking for things to make fun of, which, admittedly, there were plenty. “What’s with all,” she waved a hand in his direction, “that?”\n\n“All what?”\n\n“THAT! YOU! Your lips, your braces, your hair that somehow keeps its shape.” She slammed the table. Luckily, it was too noisy for a record scratch. “If I didn’t know any better, you were some kind of crossdresser.”\n\n“I will admit,” Puddin put down his burger, “that my appearance is rather unusual.” He had heard it all. “He has a dump truck ass, his lips were so green he’s wearing lipstick, and his one gold tooth is very out of place; need I go on?” Cupquake looked impressed. “I know I’m unique.” He stretched and snapped his suspenders to his chest. “And you don’t even know the half of it.”\n\n“I bet I can learn them,” Cupquake grabbed an enormous burger she had built at the burger bar, three patties with extra cheese on each patty, and shoved half of it into her mouth. “Ahn yho will bhe my bhoy hoy shoon enhough.” She swallowed loudly, sauce dribbling down her chin and onto her massive mammaries. \n\n“Oh?” He couldn’t hide that he was slightly intimidated by this woman. Puddin knew his weaknesses, and dominant women were one of them. “How so?”\n\n“Oh, just you wait.” Cupquake shoved the rest of the burger in her mouth and chewed loudly. At least she waited to swallow before talking again. Her blue eyes stared into his yellow ones with fierce intent. “When I’m done, I’ll be your queen. Give me your phone, nerd.” Puddin willingly handed it over and watched her do exactly as Serena did. “There. If you delete this, you’re toast.” Handing the phone back, he saw her number and a very unflattering selfie of Cupquake. “Now, I have things to do,” She said as she rose from the table, all her plates now empty. “I’ll text you or whatever.” She gathered her plates and walked away.\n\n“Quite a character, isn’t she?” Puddin’ asked himself as he sat alone once more.\n\n\n\n\nThe next day, mid-class, he got a text from Cupquake.\n\nCupquake\nHey nerd come see me in the science wing storage room\n207B\n\nYOU\nAlright then.\n\nCupquake\nNOW!\n\nShe wasn’t one to wait, it seemed. Instead of waiting for his Algebra class to finish, Puddin just left. He already knew this material anyway. The trouble was finding the science wing. After a few black-and-forth texts, he realized he was in the wrong building. After another long walk, he found the storage room in question. With a knock, A large, gray hand grabbed him and pulled him in, slamming the door on his meaty ass before trying again and closing the door properly.\n\n“Took you long enough,” Cupquake leaned against the door and pulled the chain to the light in the middle of the room. “Get lost or something, dorkface?” The storage room was lined with rough wooden shelves, clearly made by the students in the woodshop, not treated or properly finished. The dark grey cement bricks that formed the room absorbed much of the little light available.\n\n“I would prefer to be called by my name,” Puddin said, recovering from the whiplash of entering the room. \n\n“Whatever,” Cupquake dismissed his complaint like a manager reading through a suggestion box. “Hey, I found these.” She pulled something crinkly from the shelf of various metal cans and cleaning materials and tossed it to him. Puddin caught them in his hands. Whatever it was, it was lightweight and very crinkly. “What is this supposed to be?”\n\n“Unfold it, nerdlinger,” Cupquake snorted. He did so, not liking the old insults. To his surprise, it was a diaper. Not a regular baby diaper either; it was a massive, adult-sized diaper. “Someone around here is a big baby. Why don’t we make sure they still work?”\n\n“I believe we don’t need to,” Puddin said calmly. It had been many years since he had seen a diaper that wasn’t already on a child in the grocery store or out in public. I think this is in perfect working order.” It crinkled in his hands, the sound somehow soothing, sending tingles down his spine.\n\n“Nah,” Cupquake stepped forward, narrowing the distance he had to escape. “We should.”\n\n“I really don’t-.” Cupquake slid the suspenders off his shoulders and yanked his pants down in one swift motion, only to stare at his lower body with awe. Both of their faces turned red with embarrassment. “I, um, tried to warn you.”\n\n“Oh, my god,” Cupquake couldn’t rip her eyes away from his manhood. “You’re loaded!” Puddin’s pants did a fantastic job keeping his junk hidden and in line, but now that they were around his ankles, it was free to hang. His balls were as big as watermelons, veiny and hanging there, while his enormous cock, an orangy-yellow, stood proudly at nearly two feet long, more like a horse cock. Saying Puddin’ was hung like a horse wouldn’t be doing him justice. “How do you fit all that in there?!”\n\n“That’s a secret,” he said quickly and nervously, his eyes darting up to Cupquake’s enamored face, then back to his dick. “I don’t believe this diaper will fit me,” he waved the diaper in his hand. The crinkling sound cut through the awkward silence but wasn’t enough to fill it. Grinning nervously, he tried to cover his hog, but simply nothing could block the arm-sized member from view, let alone his nuts.\n\n“Hold still,” Cupquake demanded as she shoved his arms aside. His cock was practically calling to him. The musk was so powerful, piercing her nostrils and going deep into her head, surrounding her brain with an intense Miasma. “Shiiiiiiit, Serena would be all over you.” She whipped out her phone and took a picture.\n\n“Hey!” Puddin shouted and swiped for her phone but missed.\n\n“Nope, Serena is seeing this. ‘My new bestie is loaded,’” she said as she typed. “And now we-” PING. It was almost immediate. “Oh my gawd, she's freaking out. ‘Yes, Im being nice’.” She cackled with laughter as she spoke aloud what she was sending. Puddin wanted to shrink into nothing. “Relax, would'ya?” Cupquake put her phone away. “I'm just gonna give you a good time, boy.” She whipped out her breasts from her small top, barely keeping her girls contained. They spilled over her hands as she presented them to Puddin. “Maybe I was wrong about you, dork. I'd you perform as well as your hog looks; maybe I'll think twice about teasing you.”\n\nPuddin tried to reply but was cut short by the sensation of Cupquake's warm tits wrapping around his cock. Only a few inches stick out from the top. Her lips attached to his dick, and she sucked on his flared tip like there was no tomorrow. Puddin fell back against the wall, the suction on his most sensitive spot overwhelming him, as well as her massive meat sacks stimulating her shaft. “Cupquake,” Puddin said airily, “please… stop…” She ignored his request and doubled her efforts. The heavy, jiggling sacks of flesh enveloped his member, barely any of it visible through the fat that accumulated on her chest. Puddin was bout to blow. He panted, giving one thrust into Cupquakes mouth. She hungrily accepted the extra inches as he shot his load. His balls shook and convulsed as his seed churned and spewed down her throat. The floor was quickly stained with cum as Cupquake quickly learned that she had taken on more than she could handle. Her stomach inflated rapidly as Puddin's sperm continued to flow like a hose.\n\nThe door flew open, and a feminine voice shouted over the wet sounds of Puddin's leaking pipe. “I came as fast as I could,” the door slammed. “Like, let me see!” It was none other than Serena, her hair in a mess from sprinting over to the science wing, no doubt. “Holy moley!” leaping on Cupquakes shoulders, she got a front-row seat of Puddin’ pumping her full of cum. As she leaned forward, her tits covered Cupquakes eyes, blocking her vision. “I knew there was, like, something about you.”\n\n“Now isn’t the time,” Puddin groaned as his dick ached with his massive nut.\n\n“When’s my turn?” Serena asked, with lust oozing from every word. Her mouth watered at the sight of such a prominent member. “I totes want that in me.”\n\n“Please, no,” Puddin fell to his knees as he felt his balls finally draining.\n\n“Aaaaw, laaaaame,” Serena bemoaned with a drawl. “At least let a bestie help you up.” She leaped from Cupquakes back and slid into the narrow space between Puddin and the wall. “Oh, em, gee, you’re so thicc!” She grasped his ass, her hands sinking into them with ease. Puddin stifled another moan. “And is this,” she gasped, “ as she spread his cheeks apart. “Puddin, like, you’re a mystery, babe.” Across his meaty rear sat his name, tattooed in scrawling, medieval script. On top of that, his puffy donut of an asshole was a silver piercing. “You’re not really a nerd, are you?”\n\nPuddin couldn’t look either of the girls in the eye. His yellow eyes darted left and right as he faced the floor. “Yessssh,” he forced his lisp to return, “I am sssimply a nerd of no sssignificance.”\n\n“Bull,” Cupquake started to say but had to cover her mouth abruptly. After swallowing a load of cum that tried to exit through the front, she continued, “shit. You’re not some nerdy little skunk.”\n\n“Yah,” Serena agreed, “no geek would, like, get a tattoo across their ass or a piercing on their butt! That’s extreme, babe.” She spanked his massive ass, watching it jiggle. Puddin gave a little yelp. “What’s the deal?”\n\nPuddin looked at Serena and again at Cupquake. Her stomach was jiggling as much as her ass now, enormous, and made her look months pregnant. He couldn’t hide it anymore. He had thought the braces and occasional lisp would have been enough to hide his true nature, but no. “Alright. I’m too submissive for my own good.” He turned to Serena. “I got that tattoo because an ex loved seeing my name as she fucked me silly. And the piercing because she wanted to claim me.” He turned to Cupquake. “I did a lot of workouts with a boyfriend of mine to get my ass this big. He loved seeing it jiggle as he railed me.” He looked to the floor in shame. “I’m just a little fucktoy.”\n\n“Is that so?” Cupquake rose from the floor, her stomach sagging to the floor. “Let’s see you in this diaper then, baby.”\n\n“Buh!” Puddin fell backward, his ass supporting him. Serena sidled against the shelves to get around him. \n\nSerena grabbed the diaper from the floor. “Where’d you get these?” She crinkled it in her hands. \n\n“I told the nerd here that I found them on the shelves,” Cupquake snickered and shot a mischievous look at Puddin, “but I actually snagged a few from my job.”\n\n“You mean the daycare job? The one you got for the volunteer part of initiation?” She crossed her arms.\n\n“Well, uh…” Cupquake looked nervous. “They had tons of these in their storage room. I work with kids, you know. Why would they have adult diapers in there?” Serena continued glaring at her. “The packs had tons of dust on them. TONS.” Still no difference. “I asked first.”\n\n“Ok. Good girl.” Her expression suddenly changed from one of disappointment to approval. She rubbed her wool on her ears again. “Fluffies for asking.” Cupquake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, savoring the feeling and noise of it. Puddin shuffled a bit, trying to sneak around them. “Nuh uh, babe.” Serena blocked his narrow chance of escape. “I wanna see if this fits you too.” She giggled. “Such a subby little boy we have here.” Puddin gulped nervously.\n\n“Don't worry,” Cupquake sneered as she dropped to her knees, “I made sure to get their largest size.” That didn't help reassure him. “Now lift your butt for me, little boy. Help Mommy out.”\n\n“Mommy?” Puddin asked, quivering. It was happening again. He was being pushed around by some random person, not even a partner this time. Puddin lifted his rear, and she slid the diaper underneath him. It felt like a thin pillow but so soft. If it were his fate to be teased and used, he would have to accept it. \n\n“Uh oh,” Serena said with a sly grin. “Looks like we aren’t gonna fit his cock in that diaper, Cupquake, Mommy Cupquake.” Sure enough, Puddin’s dick was roaring hard and upright once more. “Looks like we’ll have to, like, calm it down.” Serena slid in between Cupquake and Puddin. She ripped off her two-sizes-too-small crop top, letting her breasts bounce freely. Once again, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Next went her cutoff denim shorts, and she threw them aside. Her pink panties were soaked to the skin, and those quickly went flying as well, right onto Puddin’s face. They landed with a splat, the musk of a woman in heat filling his nose. “Here,” she climbed on top of Puddin, his thighs acting as a chair, “let Mommy Serena help you.” She reached behind her and grasped his dick in her soft, delicate hands. “It’s been a bit since I took someone this big. Last time was, like, that horse from the end-of-year party last semester.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You’d put him to shame.” Puddin blushed and couldn’t look her in the eye. Her lower, sensual tone was nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. Who knew that Serena could be this erotic?\n\n“Gawd!” Cupquake groaned. “Just fuck him already.”\n\n“No way, Cupquake,” Serena turned her head slightly to look at her in her peripheral vision, “I’m gonna savor this.” She returned her focus to Puddin. “I knew there was something about you,” she whispered in his other ear, “I can tell these things.”\n\n“Thank you?”\n\n“You’re welcome.” She aligned his dick with her pussy and shoved her body onto it in one swoop. “BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” A loud, animalistic sound came from her as Puddin’s dick reamed her insides, bulging her stomach. She panted like she ran a marathon. “Fuuuuuuuck me,” she said in a higher octave, “like, fucking unreal.” She felt the bulge in her stomach, and Puddin’ twitched as he felt her hand caress his dick through her stomach. \n\n“Are you,” Puddin asked through airly breaths, “alright?”\n\n“Never better,” she moaned as she felt his dick mix up her insides without even thrusting. “Oh, ma gawd, I love you!” Puddin blushed even harder, thinking that a perfect stranger had fallen in love with him. “I’m gonna start moving.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. “My safe word is broccoli,” she said as she raised her hips slowly, savoring the sensation of wide, veiny dick stretching her pussy. “And it’s a safe day. Like, fill me up.” She slammed her hips onto his pelvis and screamed again.\n\nCupquake shot her hands over Serena’s mouth. “We’re gonna get caught, you bimbo!” she shouted in hushed tones. “Quiet down!”\n\n“I caaaaaaan’t,” Serena said behind Cupquakes hand, “He feels so goooooooooduh!” She shook as she raised her hips again, only to slam them back down. Suddenly, she started her regular rhythm, turning her insides to mush. Her muffled panting was enough to get Puddin even harder as his dick throbbed with the sensations of her moist, undulating pussy. “Fuuuuuukuh,” her valley girl accent only went heavier. “So good.” Without warning, she started slamming on his dick at a rapid pace. Puddin's head shot back in euphoria as Serena rode his dick from base to tip. “Give it to me,” Serena cooed, staring at him. “Gimme those cummies so, like, we can shove you in that diaper and shit.”\n\n“No…” Puddin protested weakly, a lisp coming naturally now. “I mustn't.”\n\n“Don't lie to Mommy,” Serena teased. She shot her arms forward and pulled his head closer. “You want it, don't you?” Her sex-crazed eyes were beaded and dug deep into his soul. Her lips shot to his thick, green mouth, and she forced her tongue into his. \n\nPuddin let it happen, tasting Serena's saliva, and the flavors of coffee and vodka filled his mouth. It was then that he understood. Serena was intoxicated to some degree, and that was why she was so loose with her behavior. Not enough to be goofy or stumble around, but lose some of her inhibitions. Rather than fight it, Puddin allowed her to have her way with him. Not like it was doing any real harm. He began thrusting as well. Serena screamed into his mouth as the sensations doubled inside her. \n\nCupquake felt left out. All she could do while she watched this submissive skunk plow her best friend was pleasure herself, so that's what she did. She pulled her jorts off and sat on the cold floor. Her fingers dove into her pussy as her other hand reflexively flew to her nipples. Her areolas were practically as large as side plates, and her nipples as round as quarters. One nipple promptly went into her mouth, and she sucked on it thoroughly while the other was pulled and pinched relentlessly. Her moans mingled with the muffled cries of ecstasy from the two entangled in the throngs of sex. She quickly reached behind her and locked the door.\n\nSerena shot away from Puddin's mouth with a hearty gasp for air. “GAH! Oh, Puddin! I'm, like, gonna cum!” Her slams on his dick doubled in speed.\n\n“Me too, Seren!” Puddin cried as he met her ante. “Let me fill you!”\n\n“Yaaaaaas!” She drawled with lust dripping from every word. “Fill me with your sweet,” she panted, “sticky,” a moan, “cummies! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” She gave one final slam on his dick. The two remained locked together as they both erupted in euphoria. Fem cum burst from her honeypot, coating Puddin's pelvis and dripping down his thighs. Puddin spewed another round of his seed, but this time, it would fill a womb. He felt her get heavier and heavier as her belly grew larger and larger. Serena let out a long, prolonged bleat as her womb inflated. This went on for a few minutes, stuffing Serena like a Thanksgiving turkey. Finally, cum began leaking from her as Puddin’s dick deflated, satisfied at last. His balls were a normal size, but they wouldn’t remain that way. Without Puddin’s rod to keep her in place, Serena fell backward, splashing in the puddle of sexual fluids that the two had produced. Cupquake continued to pleasure herself as the other two basked in the afterglow of their encounter. Even Puddin had zero regard for what was happening before Serena had pounced on him.\n\n“Shiiiiit,” Serena sighed, “how are you single with a hog like that?”\n\n“I don’t know,” Puddin replied. He knew why, though. He wanted to keep that under wraps so he wasn’t kept around for booty calls. If he ever found a significant other, who or whatever came around in the future, he wanted them to love him for who he was, not because he had a huge cock.\n\n“GAH!” Cupquake gasped as she spewed femcum onto Serena’s face. She didn’t have time to enjoy her afterglow as the doorknob jiggled.\n\n“Hey, who locked this door?” A voice said from the other side.\n\n“Find a janitor,” another voice said, “we can’t let our formula sit for more than two minutes.”\n\nCupquake looked at the both of them, an urgent look on their face. “Two minutes?” she asked in an urgent whisper. “Fuck!” She got up and stood over Serena, trying to pad Puddin’ up as quickly as possible. Folding the first flap over his body, now easy without a massive nutsack or big swinging cock in the way, she folded the tapes over and glanced at her work. With a stupid, relaxed grin on his face, Puddin sat there with a pre-soaked cum diaper, already stained with a gallon of his own cum. It sagged on the floor, the plastic outside preventing any more of the pool he sat in from absorbing inside. “Come on, you two, we gotta get out!”\n\n“Wha?” Serena asked her intoxication, as well as her bloated, cum filled belly, slowing her brain activity.\n\n“Why?” Puddin asked. “I’m comfortable here.”\n\n“If we get caught, we’re in deep shit!” Cupquake grunted through gritted teeth. She unlocked the door and peeked left and right. The halls were still empty. They must have missed a mass class switch. “Come on. We’ll get expelled or something.” The two still didn’t move. “Serena, I’ll get you more vodka.” Her ears perked up. She shot to her feet with miraculous strength, her massive belly not seeming to stop her. She started getting dressed again. “Puddin, uh,” she panicked, “I don’t know what you like, but I’ll bribe you.”\n\n“Really?” He struggled to his feet, the diaper crinkling noisily. “Wait, I need my pants.” He reached for them, struggling to get his leg up and into them. They barely fit around his waist with his diaper pre-filled with his cum. Nearly two inches of his diaper stuck out of his already tight denim bottoms as he grabbed the suspenders and clipped them back on. \n\n“Ok, come on!” She grabbed Puddin by the waistband and Serena by the collar. They ran out of the closet as fast as they could. Rather, they all waddled as fast as they could. Other students stared at them as they struggled to make tracks from the science wing. They had already left a lot of evidence behind: a pool of femcum and sperm, fingerprints, more likely than not, and probably footprints as they escaped. It was quite a sight, watching two women with massive jiggling bellies and a skunk with a momentous ass running like their lives depended on it. \n\nAs they thundered through campus, Puddin huffed and puffed. “Cupquake… please… I can’t breathe…”\n\n“Can’t stop!” she shouted like a passionate coach. Go, go, go, ladies! No stopping till we’re there!” Puddin mumbled under his struggling breath that he was called a lady. \n\nSerena, however, was having an amazing time. Despite her struggles, she was laughing and giggling like a child. It was a different kind of runner’s high. She drew attention to them with her joyous shouting, the vodka she had finally settled in. “WHEEEEEEE! HEHEHEHEH! I love you guys!” By the time they reached the girls' dorm, everyone was watching the three in amazement.\n\nCupquake’s and Serena’s dorm room was as messy as Puddin expected it to be. Clothes littered the floor, bras and panties everywhere, each one larger than he imagined. The posters on one side of the wall were all of sexy, curvy girls in scantily clad clothing. They bordered on pornography. The other side of the room had barely any decorations at all. It was easy to tell who’s bed was who’s. The desks were littered with textbooks and red solo cups, one on its side with a small amount of clear liquid that Puddin was sure wasn’t water. \n\n“WOOOOOOOOO!” Serena leaped onto the bed, tossing her shirt off. “Fuck my classes!” Her breasts bounced wildly as she landed, flinging her pants away as well. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly. Her intoxicated face told him that she had no intention of listening to anyone else's wishes. “Yaaaaaaas. Can we get Starbucks? I’m, like, so thirsty,” she asked with a heavy valley girl drawl.\n\n“No,” Cupquake said as she flopped onto her bed. The mountain of stuffies in the corner collapsed as her weight shifted the bed. “Puddin, come here, boy.” She motioned with one finger. “Sit on Mommy’s lap.” He gulped and obliged nervously. As he approached her, she quickly unfastened his suspenders and pulled his pants off again. His cum filled diaper sagged, a heavy smell of musk filling the room. Serena giggled as she curled into a ball, peeking over the pillow. Puddin sat, the diaper shifting and molding to Cupquakes legs. “What a good little boy.” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to mess it up, but the moment she pulled her hand away, it sprang back to its cartoonish shape. Serena giggled again, the vodka making her silly. \n\n“Cupquake?” Puddin asked, turning his head and looking at her in the corner of his eye. “Why are you teasing me like this?”\n\n“Because I can, duh,” Cupquake said as if it were obvious. “Now, hush. She reached for the dresser drawer by the bed and pulled something out. “No more talking, baby.” She shoved something into Puddin’s mouth. It felt soft and covered the majority of his mouth. Puddin reached for his mouth and tried to pull it out. A small round hook was clipped to the front of it, and he pulled on it. “No,” Cupquake slapped his hand. “You don’t get to take your paci out.”\n\n“Pashifier?” Puddin was baffled. She really was treating him like a baby! “Lishen, I’m no bahby,” he said, his words muffled behind the pacifier. It filled his mouth, the nipple larger than a normal one for sure.\n\n“No, you’re momma’s little boy, duh.” She reached back and grabbed a plush from her bed. “This is Snuggle Muffin,” she handed him a cute little teddy bear. Its eyes were a deep blue, and its caramel fur was as soft as could be. “As long as you’re my baby, you’re gonna listen to mommy and be good.”\n\nPuddin grabbed the bear and looked at it. It looked very well loved despite having the softest fur he had ever felt on a stuffed animal. There were small scuffs on his shimmering eyes and a comically large stitch down its right side that looked like a surgery scar. “Fine.” He sighed and leaned back, Cupquakes breasts acting like pillows.\n\n“Good boy,” she leaned back, and the two fell flat. The weight of Cupquakes ass and thighs weight heavily on her knees, and she pulled him forward. “Momma Serena,” she said to Serena, knowing she was watching, “I think we should make the baby feel good.”\n\n“Oh?!” Serena shot up, her eyes wide with excitement. She bounced from the bed and landed on their left. “Like what?”\n\n“Hmm…” Cupquake thought. “Maybe he needs to relax. So uptight.” Puddin’s eyes shot open with fear. “Baby needs a drink,” she smirked.\n\n“OoooOOOOoooooh,” Serena approved of the idea. She pulled a bottle of Vodka from under the bed and unscrewed the top. “Does baby have a bottle?”\n\n“Yes, he does.” Cupquake pointed to the same dresser from which she had pulled the pacifier. Serena stretched her leg over Puddin to get closer, her pussy in his face, his cum, still dripping from it. She opened the drawer and pulled out a baby bottle. “Let’s fill it up, hehehehehehe.” She sat on Puddin’s face. Puddin thrashed around, whining and complaining through moth the pacifier AND Serena’s plush ass. “Like, quit moving, baby. I’m gonna spill.” She unscrewed the top and upturned the bottle of vodka into it. The slow splash of the vodka was like music to her ears, tempting even, but she let the bottle fill first. \n\nThe smell from Serena’s ass was almost too much for Puddin to take. Sure, he knew the smell of his cum; it was as common as the smell of rain or freshly cut grass, but when mixed with the strong odor of a woman’s pussy, and directly on his snout, it was almost too much for even a skunk to bear. \n\n“One for baby,” Serena passed the bottle to Cupquake, “and one for Mommy.” She turned the bottle into her mouth with less than five shots left. “WOOOO!” She tossed the bottle against the wall, where it bounced off and onto her bed. \n\n“Move so I can feed him, bitch,” Cupquake pulled her to the side.\n\n“Who are you, like,” she covered her mouth for a second, “calling a bitch, bitch?”\n\n“You, bitch,” Cupquake shot back cooly. “Go sniff his diaper or something.”\n\n“You know what? You know what?!” She stood on her knees upright. “I will!” She faceplanted into Puddin’s groin, her head sinking into the soft, wet, musky diaper. Her loud, audible sniffs only made puddin’ hard. Her head raised from the diaper slowly as he grew more erect.\n\n“Oh, is baby getting hard again?” Cupquake cooed. “You haven’t had your milkies yet. “She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and replaced it promptly with the vodka-filled bottle. He withheld sipping from the bottle. There was far too much vodka for one person to have in one day. “Drink it. Don’t be naughty.” Cupquake stared at him, demanding that he do as he was told. \n\nHe whimpered, then took one sip of it. A flood of potent, nostril-stinging vodka hit him like a bus, but another flavor also did. Chocolate cake? Did they even make chocolate cake flavored vodka? That made it palatable to him, but not by much: another sip, another hit of stinging and cake.[i] To hell with it,[/i] he thought and took another one. Cupquake cooed as he drank. His head was buzzing after nearly three shots worth in one go. He wasn’t accustomed to so much vodka at once, let alone the 10 ounces this bottle held. As the bottle emptied, his head was nothing but a blur.\n\n“Is baby all done?” Cupquake asked. She looked over him past her breasts and filled belly. All he could do was nod, unable to speak clearly. Her voice was fading in and out, his head unable to process everything properly. “Good boy.” She pulled the bottle from his mouth and replaced it with his pacifier. He sucked on it happily, eager to have something in his mouth that wouldn’t intoxicate him further. Happy gurgles and mumbles leaked from his mouth.\n\nMeanwhile, Serena was still sniffing and snoofing his diaper, and his dick only grew larger. The bulge in the diaper was obvious, and Serena sniffed only that, her horny levels reaching levels previously unseen. “Oh, ma gawd…” She took a deep sniff, the smell of musk more prominent now than ever before. “I want it in me again!” She tried to pull the diaper off to get to his dick, but it was already so tight on his body that she could barely get a finger in there, let alone her lack of hand-eye coordination at the moment. “Fine.” She mounted the diaper, her pussy overtop his bulge. She began grinding against the diaper, wanting to feel something. \n\n“Hey, you slut,” Cupquake shouted, “I haven’t had a turn yet!”\n\n“Fuck off, you whore,” she giggled and continued as if she didn’t have an audience at all. \n\nCupquake slid out from underneath Puddin, leaving him directly on the bed. She stripped her clothes off and sat on his face. “Fine.” She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. “Lick mommy’s pussy like a good boy.” Puddin didn’t need any further instruction. In his intoxicated state, he’d do anything that was asked of him. His long tongue slithered from his mouth and into her honeypot. Cupquake shuddered as it penetrated and squirmed inside her. “Oh god!” She began grinding against his face. His wet muscle felt so euphoric, exploring the innermost sections of her body. “I hope you’re getting a good taste of me, baby.”\n\n“Hey,” Serena looked at Cupquake with a serious gaze. “I taste better than you.”\n\nCupquake knew what she was like when she was drunk. Luckily for Cupquake, she swung both ways. “Oh, yeah, prove it.”\n\nSerena leaned forward, still grinding against Puddin’s dick. Their lips met. Loud, sexual moans leaked from their lips as they made out like the sluts they were. Serena’s breath reeked of vodka, but Cupquake loved it. Puddin didn’t know what was happening, but it sounded like he was missing out on something. However, the pleasure coming from Serena grinding on his dick was too much. Was this why people were into diapers? If so, he could get used to this. \n\nThere was a bang on the door. “Hey, can you sluts keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!”\n\n“Like, fuck off! We’re making out in here!” Serena shouted and went right back to sucking face.\n\nThe three of them were locked in their sexual state for what felt like hours. The two girls on top claimed each other’s mouths while Puddin got that slow burn from Serena’s pussy against his pampered dick. His tongue was so tired, and he took regular breaks but didn’t stay down for long. Finally, he felt it. His dick was throbbing like never before. All that buildup was leading to the biggest cum of his life. He raised his hand and pat Cupquakes thigh. She didn’t pay attention and kept kissing Serena. [i]They’re gonna regret that.[/i] As his balls tensed and dick began to shake, they knew what was about to happen. Like a fire hydrant, cum erupted from his dick. The diaper that contained it was on the brink of bursting.\n\n“Holy shit!” Serena shouted, feeling the large throbs from Puddin’s dick. “So much cum!” She rode his dick like a jockey as it constantly tried to buck her off. The diaper only grew bigger and bigger, like their stomachs, when he filled them to the brim. \n\nA rip echoed through the room. “Fuck!” Cupquake shouted. “It’s gonna blow!” She fell to the side, allowing the first breath of fresh air to hit Puddin since she first sat on him, just in time for the diaper to explode. Serena flew backward, hitting the wall and sliding down to her bed. The off-white walls turned white and sticky as all the cum that pooled in the bottom of the diaper burst forth. Puddin’s seed covered the window, blocking all the sunlight. The ceiling dripped with his cum, as if a painter splattered it with paint and let it be. His dick, now free of the diaper, stood upright! Cum spewed from it, coating everything with his musky, disgusting jizz. Nothing in the dorm room was safe from his paint job. He closed his eyes, the combination of intoxication and climax overwhelming his brain. Serena looked at his dick with a wide open mouth and wide eyes, a hand blocking the incoming spunk from flying into them. Cupquake protected her beloved stuffies from getting stained, tucking them underneath her and balling up like a tornado drill. Puddin screamed and screamed, the euphoria too much for his brain to handle.\n\nAt last, when the semen ceased, the aftermath was raw. Everything was white, the room was dark, and his musk filled the room. The three of them blended in perfectly, perfect for a game of hide and seek. Serena was the first to speak. “Whoa…”\n\n“Yeah…” Puddin said in just as much amazement.\n\nCupquake carefully rose from her huddle. Her stuffies were mostly unharmed. A few drops of Puddin’s cum had fallen on the ones near the bottom, but that was about it. Snuggle Muffin was the only fatality. It was completely covered in his seed. “Oh no…” Cupquake, being the only one not intoxicated, gingerly took him from Puddin’s arms. “Snuggle Muffin.” She held it close. “We’ll get you clean. I promise.” She waddled from the room as fast as she could and down the hall to the laundry room. The two looked at each other with confusion. \n\n\n\n\nThe next day felt awkward. Puddin hadn’t seen head or tail of Cupquake or Serena. It was awkward to explain why he was covered in what looked like cum to his dorm master, but he explained it away as a messy science experiment. He hoped it would be the last time he would have that happen, but something inside him felt empty. Someone tapped his shoulder as he returned from another simple gen ED class. He turned around to see Serena. Her eyes looked red and saggy, clearly a hangover. \n\n“Hiiiiii,” she said sheepishly. “Um… so… about yesterday…” The tips of her left foot dug into the ground as she rotated it behind her.\n\n“No,” Puddin said, “don’t say anything.”\n\n“No,” Serena insisted, “I have to. That was too much.” She pursed her lips and looked away. “I, uh…” \n\n“It’s ok.” Puddin laid a hand on her shoulder. “We both got carried away.” He pulled her gently to a nearby bench in the courtyard. “Looks like you, uh,” he thought how to word his next statement, “cleaned out.”\n\n“Yaaaaah,” she sighed. “Took a while. Think there’s still some water in here.” She slapped her belly. There was an awkward silence. “You look cute in a diaper, though.” Puddin blushed. “Cupquake is doing ok. I helped her wash Snuggle Muffin. He’s ok. She really likes her stuffies.”\n\n“I could tell.”\n\n“But the dorm is basically unlivable now,” she chuckled. “It smells like you.” Puddin blushed. “They’re moving us.” \n\n“I figured they would.” He kicked his feet. “How did you explain it all?”\n\nA hand settled on each of their shoulders. “Science experiment.” The two jolted upright and turned around. “Don’t think we’re done teasing you, nerd.” Cupquake snuck up behind them. Her stomach looked mostly back to normal as well. It was difficult to tell with the amount of food she ate in a day. “I have a plan so that doesn’t happen again.”\n\n“Oh no,” Puddin moaned. “Am I still your-”\n\n“You’re still my baby,” Cupquake smirked. “That was too much fun not to do again. I’ll let you know when I need you again, nerd.” She walked away, her ass jiggling as she left. “Oh, Serena!” She turned, “Get a room if you like him so much!”\n\nSerena covered her face and shrank into herself, hiding her embarrassment from him. Puddin looked back and forth between them. Things just got a lot more interesting with his college life, and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Puddin's Playtime
Ch.1
Plappin Puddin


The crisp late autumn air blew through the Central Valley University campus. Students of all walks of life enjoyed their free time, walked to class on the curving sidewalks, or the few that ran like their lives depended on it. An intense round of Frisbee Golf was happening in the center courtyard as the track and field team made their way down the sidewalk, constantly training for the new year.

However, one skunk in particular was shivering down the sidewalk. His first few weeks at university were not what he had expected. Puddin’ was smart enough to know that all those college movies were fictional, but he had expected something more. His tall green tuft of hair fluttered in the breeze as his bubbly ass jiggled down the sidewalk. Moving to the city for a high-profile university seemed like a good idea at the time, but he was having second thoughts. All of his classes were far too easy so far. An insult to his intellect. When were things going to pick up?

Puddin curled his bushy skunk tail around his body, hoping to warm himself. The suspenders that held up his tight jorts around his plump ass and thighs simply weren’t enough in this autumn weather, even with fur. “I simply hate this weather.” He was chilled to the bone by the autumn breeze. “I must return to my dorm.” He picked up the pace, watching the others enjoy the weather without even a coat or other protection from the weather. “Insane.” The contrast in moving from a hot state to a cold Midwest state was always stark.

Puddin's braces glimmered in the sunlight as his teeth clattered. Only half a mile to his dorm. All of his classes were on the clear opposite end of campus. The towering grey buildings seemed to take forever to get closer as he watched.

“Ow!” A female voice called. Puddin looked around, alarmed by the outburst. A towering rat was glaring at him with one eye covered. “Hey! Nerd!’ She stomped over to Puddin. Her breasts looked more like sacks of sand, barely fitting in her stretched sports bra, the flesh spilling out of it. The minuscule booty shorts that she had barely covered her ass, her cheeks so large that Puddin could probably crawl inside them. Her long orange hair, with pink tips, was very frazzled. “Put those blinders away!’

“Excuse me?” Puddin tried to be polite, especially during confrontation, but it was practically impossible to do so with a rat nearly twice his height and weight looking down on him. His lisp leaked out. He kept it hidden when he could, but this fearful moment had set it free.

“Those braces, duh!” She pointed at his mouth. Puddin immediately covered them with his lips, looking quite foolish doing so. “You blinded me.” She pointed back to her eye. The sunlight must have reflected into her eye as she was walking by.

“Cupquake!” A feminine voice called from behind her. A sheep peeked out from behind the towering mouse. “Like, be nice. Remember, we're still watching you as stuff.” the well-shorn sheep grabbed her arm and pulled it down. “You want in Chi Sigma Gamma don't you? I'm, like, so sorry, little nerd.” Her breasts were enormous, but not nearly as large as the rats’, and very perky. The midriff shirt that she wore exposed some underboob, her nipples peeking through. “Cupquake is a little, uh, what's the word?”

“Rational!” The rat said. “This skunk's freakin’ bay window here nearly blinded me.”

“Bay window?” Puddin had been called many things in his life, especially in his early schooling days, but that was a new one.

“Your teeth, nerd!” Cupquake groaned. “God!”

“Hey! Hey! Fluffies!” The sheep panicked and leaped up to Cupquakes head, her legs wrapped around her neck. With the wool left around her wrists, she rubbed them around her ears. “Calmies.” It seemed to be working. Cupquakes raging eyes, the one eye that wasn't covered, was losing its searing hatred, slowly turning blue again. “Honestly, if you wanna pass initiation, you can't go doing this. I may be your sponsor, but I can't do this every time you get mad.”

Cupquake sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Now that she was calmed, Puddin could see her gradient eyeshadow. “That's impressive.” He pointed to her face.

“What?” The rat looked down on him, confused as to what he meant.

“The makeup on your eyes. How did you do that? Isn't it hard to blur them together cleanly like that?” He wanted to be more intellectual with his speech, but he determined she may not understand.

“Yeah,” Cupquake raised an eyebrow. “It is. But I'm just that good.”

“I told you someone would notice,” the sheep said as she climbed down from her shoulders.

“Can it, Serena.”

“Hey!” The sheep said excitedly. “You should, like, befriend him.” Serena turned to Puddin. “You're a Freshman, aren't you?”

“Yes.” Puddin held out a hand. “My name is Puddin. Is it that obvious?”

Serena giggled and shook his hand. “Like, totally. You've got the vibes, Pud.”

Puddin got a better look at Serena. Her skin looked to be brown except for her underbelly, which, if his intuition was correct based on the color around her mouth and chin, was a cream color. “Is the heart on your cheek natural?” A cream-colored heart sat right below her left eye.

“Yah!” She gave a little hop, making her breasts bounce wildly. “Isn't it totes adorbs?” Her platinum hair naturally readjusted to her shoulder-length undercut, wrapping around her long black horns.

“Quite adorable.”

“You should totally befriend this one, Cupquake! He's a total cutie pie.” Serena hugged him tightly, her breasts squishing against him. “Got a nice butt too. Oh, em, gee!” She got a good look at his ass. Not nearly as large as Cupquakes, but it was always large. No matter how much exercise or weight loss plans he tried, his ass simply wouldn’t reduce, so he rolled with it. Puddin’ felt so warm when she embraced him. The wool around her neck, acting like a boa, sent a heat wave through his body.

“No way, Serena.” Cupquake crossed her arms and turned away. “I ain't choosing this nerd.”

“Yah?” Serena turned to face her. “Well, as your sponsor, I'm choosing for you.” She turned to wink at Puddin. “You're befriending Puddin.”

“What?!” The rage returned.

“Wait,” Puddin raised his arms defensively. Even though he hadn't made any friends yet, he was pretty sure this was not the proper way to do it, especially with one of the opposite sex. “I'm sure you can find someone else.”

“Not if she wants to get into Chi Sigma Gamma,” Serena smirked. “Give me your phone.” Serena held out a hand, gesturing with the tips of her fingers. Puddin was too shocked to respond. Serena dove into his overalls' pockets, pulled out his smartphone, and took a quick selfie, typing something into it. As Cupquake raged, Serena handed him his phone back. “My number is in there,” she whispered. “And I put my number in a memo, too, in case she deletes it.” Looking through his phone, there she was. Serena Woolhart. The selfish showed a ton of cleavage. “Let me know if she ditches you as her freshie, ok?”

“Oh, alright.” Good thing he was wearing some decently thick overalls. Otherwise, he'd be pitching a tent.

“Laters, you too.” Serena fluttered her fingers as she skipped away. “Be nice, Cupquake!”

“Damn you!” Cupquake shouted!

“Um…” Puddin started to say but couldn't think of anything. Cupquake shot a menacing glance at him. “I believe a good way to get to know each other is over a meal?”

“Food?” Cupquake said, the rage disappearing. “I like food.”

“I’m sure you do,” Puddin said as he turned around and walked toward the cafeteria with Cupquake in tow.




“So, what’s the deal with this sorority?” Puddin sat across from Cupquake, who had five plates of food in front of her. Even if the cafeteria was an open market, there was such thing as too much.

“Ish fuching shtufid,” Cupquake replied with a mouthful of fried rice from the Mongolian grill. She swallowed and continued. “They have me initiation bullshit, and there’s stuff I gotta do. One of them is “befriend a freshman,” she said with distaste. Other students were watching the two from other tables. Some laughing, some sniggering, and others pointing in shock at the size of Cupquake.

Puddin’ listened intently as he ate his burger piled high with veggies. “Why, though?”

“I don’t fucking know!” Cupquake shouted, exasperated. “Just let me join, damn it!” She drained her glass of soda and looked at Puddin’. “Ok, what about you squirt?” She eyeballed him, looking for things to make fun of, which, admittedly, there were plenty. “What’s with all,” she waved a hand in his direction, “that?”

“All what?”

“THAT! YOU! Your lips, your braces, your hair that somehow keeps its shape.” She slammed the table. Luckily, it was too noisy for a record scratch. “If I didn’t know any better, you were some kind of crossdresser.”

“I will admit,” Puddin put down his burger, “that my appearance is rather unusual.” He had heard it all. “He has a dump truck ass, his lips were so green he’s wearing lipstick, and his one gold tooth is very out of place; need I go on?” Cupquake looked impressed. “I know I’m unique.” He stretched and snapped his suspenders to his chest. “And you don’t even know the half of it.”

“I bet I can learn them,” Cupquake grabbed an enormous burger she had built at the burger bar, three patties with extra cheese on each patty, and shoved half of it into her mouth. “Ahn yho will bhe my bhoy hoy shoon enhough.” She swallowed loudly, sauce dribbling down her chin and onto her massive mammaries.

“Oh?” He couldn’t hide that he was slightly intimidated by this woman. Puddin knew his weaknesses, and dominant women were one of them. “How so?”

“Oh, just you wait.” Cupquake shoved the rest of the burger in her mouth and chewed loudly. At least she waited to swallow before talking again. Her blue eyes stared into his yellow ones with fierce intent. “When I’m done, I’ll be your queen. Give me your phone, nerd.” Puddin willingly handed it over and watched her do exactly as Serena did. “There. If you delete this, you’re toast.” Handing the phone back, he saw her number and a very unflattering selfie of Cupquake. “Now, I have things to do,” She said as she rose from the table, all her plates now empty. “I’ll text you or whatever.” She gathered her plates and walked away.

“Quite a character, isn’t she?” Puddin’ asked himself as he sat alone once more.




The next day, mid-class, he got a text from Cupquake.

Cupquake
Hey nerd come see me in the science wing storage room
207B

YOU
Alright then.

Cupquake
NOW!

She wasn’t one to wait, it seemed. Instead of waiting for his Algebra class to finish, Puddin just left. He already knew this material anyway. The trouble was finding the science wing. After a few black-and-forth texts, he realized he was in the wrong building. After another long walk, he found the storage room in question. With a knock, A large, gray hand grabbed him and pulled him in, slamming the door on his meaty ass before trying again and closing the door properly.

“Took you long enough,” Cupquake leaned against the door and pulled the chain to the light in the middle of the room. “Get lost or something, dorkface?” The storage room was lined with rough wooden shelves, clearly made by the students in the woodshop, not treated or properly finished. The dark grey cement bricks that formed the room absorbed much of the little light available.

“I would prefer to be called by my name,” Puddin said, recovering from the whiplash of entering the room.

“Whatever,” Cupquake dismissed his complaint like a manager reading through a suggestion box. “Hey, I found these.” She pulled something crinkly from the shelf of various metal cans and cleaning materials and tossed it to him. Puddin caught them in his hands. Whatever it was, it was lightweight and very crinkly. “What is this supposed to be?”

“Unfold it, nerdlinger,” Cupquake snorted. He did so, not liking the old insults. To his surprise, it was a diaper. Not a regular baby diaper either; it was a massive, adult-sized diaper. “Someone around here is a big baby. Why don’t we make sure they still work?”

“I believe we don’t need to,” Puddin said calmly. It had been many years since he had seen a diaper that wasn’t already on a child in the grocery store or out in public. I think this is in perfect working order.” It crinkled in his hands, the sound somehow soothing, sending tingles down his spine.

“Nah,” Cupquake stepped forward, narrowing the distance he had to escape. “We should.”

“I really don’t-.” Cupquake slid the suspenders off his shoulders and yanked his pants down in one swift motion, only to stare at his lower body with awe. Both of their faces turned red with embarrassment. “I, um, tried to warn you.”

“Oh, my god,” Cupquake couldn’t rip her eyes away from his manhood. “You’re loaded!” Puddin’s pants did a fantastic job keeping his junk hidden and in line, but now that they were around his ankles, it was free to hang. His balls were as big as watermelons, veiny and hanging there, while his enormous cock, an orangy-yellow, stood proudly at nearly two feet long, more like a horse cock. Saying Puddin’ was hung like a horse wouldn’t be doing him justice. “How do you fit all that in there?!”

“That’s a secret,” he said quickly and nervously, his eyes darting up to Cupquake’s enamored face, then back to his dick. “I don’t believe this diaper will fit me,” he waved the diaper in his hand. The crinkling sound cut through the awkward silence but wasn’t enough to fill it. Grinning nervously, he tried to cover his hog, but simply nothing could block the arm-sized member from view, let alone his nuts.

“Hold still,” Cupquake demanded as she shoved his arms aside. His cock was practically calling to him. The musk was so powerful, piercing her nostrils and going deep into her head, surrounding her brain with an intense Miasma. “Shiiiiiiit, Serena would be all over you.” She whipped out her phone and took a picture.

“Hey!” Puddin shouted and swiped for her phone but missed.

“Nope, Serena is seeing this. ‘My new bestie is loaded,’” she said as she typed. “And now we-” PING. It was almost immediate. “Oh my gawd, she's freaking out. ‘Yes, Im being nice’.” She cackled with laughter as she spoke aloud what she was sending. Puddin wanted to shrink into nothing. “Relax, would'ya?” Cupquake put her phone away. “I'm just gonna give you a good time, boy.” She whipped out her breasts from her small top, barely keeping her girls contained. They spilled over her hands as she presented them to Puddin. “Maybe I was wrong about you, dork. I'd you perform as well as your hog looks; maybe I'll think twice about teasing you.”

Puddin tried to reply but was cut short by the sensation of Cupquake's warm tits wrapping around his cock. Only a few inches stick out from the top. Her lips attached to his dick, and she sucked on his flared tip like there was no tomorrow. Puddin fell back against the wall, the suction on his most sensitive spot overwhelming him, as well as her massive meat sacks stimulating her shaft. “Cupquake,” Puddin said airily, “please… stop…” She ignored his request and doubled her efforts. The heavy, jiggling sacks of flesh enveloped his member, barely any of it visible through the fat that accumulated on her chest. Puddin was bout to blow. He panted, giving one thrust into Cupquakes mouth. She hungrily accepted the extra inches as he shot his load. His balls shook and convulsed as his seed churned and spewed down her throat. The floor was quickly stained with cum as Cupquake quickly learned that she had taken on more than she could handle. Her stomach inflated rapidly as Puddin's sperm continued to flow like a hose.

The door flew open, and a feminine voice shouted over the wet sounds of Puddin's leaking pipe. “I came as fast as I could,” the door slammed. “Like, let me see!” It was none other than Serena, her hair in a mess from sprinting over to the science wing, no doubt. “Holy moley!” leaping on Cupquakes shoulders, she got a front-row seat of Puddin’ pumping her full of cum. As she leaned forward, her tits covered Cupquakes eyes, blocking her vision. “I knew there was, like, something about you.”

“Now isn’t the time,” Puddin groaned as his dick ached with his massive nut.

“When’s my turn?” Serena asked, with lust oozing from every word. Her mouth watered at the sight of such a prominent member. “I totes want that in me.”

“Please, no,” Puddin fell to his knees as he felt his balls finally draining.

“Aaaaw, laaaaame,” Serena bemoaned with a drawl. “At least let a bestie help you up.” She leaped from Cupquakes back and slid into the narrow space between Puddin and the wall. “Oh, em, gee, you’re so thicc!” She grasped his ass, her hands sinking into them with ease. Puddin stifled another moan. “And is this,” she gasped, “ as she spread his cheeks apart. “Puddin, like, you’re a mystery, babe.” Across his meaty rear sat his name, tattooed in scrawling, medieval script. On top of that, his puffy donut of an asshole was a silver piercing. “You’re not really a nerd, are you?”

Puddin couldn’t look either of the girls in the eye. His yellow eyes darted left and right as he faced the floor. “Yessssh,” he forced his lisp to return, “I am sssimply a nerd of no sssignificance.”

“Bull,” Cupquake started to say but had to cover her mouth abruptly. After swallowing a load of cum that tried to exit through the front, she continued, “shit. You’re not some nerdy little skunk.”

“Yah,” Serena agreed, “no geek would, like, get a tattoo across their ass or a piercing on their butt! That’s extreme, babe.” She spanked his massive ass, watching it jiggle. Puddin gave a little yelp. “What’s the deal?”

Puddin looked at Serena and again at Cupquake. Her stomach was jiggling as much as her ass now, enormous, and made her look months pregnant. He couldn’t hide it anymore. He had thought the braces and occasional lisp would have been enough to hide his true nature, but no. “Alright. I’m too submissive for my own good.” He turned to Serena. “I got that tattoo because an ex loved seeing my name as she fucked me silly. And the piercing because she wanted to claim me.” He turned to Cupquake. “I did a lot of workouts with a boyfriend of mine to get my ass this big. He loved seeing it jiggle as he railed me.” He looked to the floor in shame. “I’m just a little fucktoy.”

“Is that so?” Cupquake rose from the floor, her stomach sagging to the floor. “Let’s see you in this diaper then, baby.”

“Buh!” Puddin fell backward, his ass supporting him. Serena sidled against the shelves to get around him.

Serena grabbed the diaper from the floor. “Where’d you get these?” She crinkled it in her hands.  

“I told the nerd here that I found them on the shelves,” Cupquake snickered and shot a mischievous look at Puddin, “but I actually snagged a few from my job.”

“You mean the daycare job? The one you got for the volunteer part of initiation?” She crossed her arms.

“Well, uh…” Cupquake looked nervous. “They had tons of these in their storage room. I work with kids, you know. Why would they have adult diapers in there?” Serena continued glaring at her. “The packs had tons of dust on them. TONS.” Still no difference. “I asked first.”

“Ok. Good girl.” Her expression suddenly changed from one of disappointment to approval. She rubbed her wool on her ears again. “Fluffies for asking.” Cupquake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, savoring the feeling and noise of it. Puddin shuffled a bit, trying to sneak around them. “Nuh uh, babe.” Serena blocked his narrow chance of escape. “I wanna see if this fits you too.” She giggled. “Such a subby little boy we have here.” Puddin gulped nervously.

“Don't worry,” Cupquake sneered as she dropped to her knees, “I made sure to get their largest size.” That didn't help reassure him. “Now lift your butt for me, little boy. Help Mommy out.”

“Mommy?” Puddin asked, quivering. It was happening again. He was being pushed around by some random person, not even a partner this time. Puddin lifted his rear, and she slid the diaper underneath him. It felt like a thin pillow but so soft. If it were his fate to be teased and used, he would have to accept it.

“Uh oh,” Serena said with a sly grin. “Looks like we aren’t gonna fit his cock in that diaper, Cupquake, Mommy Cupquake.” Sure enough, Puddin’s dick was roaring hard and upright once more. “Looks like we’ll have to, like, calm it down.” Serena slid in between Cupquake and Puddin. She ripped off her two-sizes-too-small crop top, letting her breasts bounce freely. Once again, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Next went her cutoff denim shorts, and she threw them aside. Her pink panties were soaked to the skin, and those quickly went flying as well, right onto Puddin’s face. They landed with a splat, the musk of a woman in heat filling his nose. “Here,” she climbed on top of Puddin, his thighs acting as a chair, “let Mommy Serena help you.”  She reached behind her and grasped his dick in her soft, delicate hands. “It’s been a bit since I took someone this big. Last time was, like, that horse from the end-of-year party last semester.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You’d put him to shame.” Puddin blushed and couldn’t look her in the eye. Her lower, sensual tone was nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. Who knew that Serena could be this erotic?

“Gawd!” Cupquake groaned. “Just fuck him already.”

“No way, Cupquake,” Serena turned her head slightly to look at her in her peripheral vision, “I’m gonna savor this.” She returned her focus to Puddin. “I knew there was something about you,” she whispered in his other ear, “I can tell these things.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” She aligned his dick with her pussy and shoved her body onto it in one swoop. “BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” A loud, animalistic sound came from her as Puddin’s dick reamed her insides, bulging her stomach. She panted like she ran a marathon. “Fuuuuuuuck me,” she said in a higher octave, “like, fucking unreal.” She felt the bulge in her stomach, and Puddin’ twitched as he felt her hand caress his dick through her stomach.

“Are you,” Puddin asked through airly breaths, “alright?”

“Never better,” she moaned as she felt his dick mix up her insides without even thrusting. “Oh, ma gawd, I love you!” Puddin blushed even harder, thinking that a perfect stranger had fallen in love with him. “I’m gonna start moving.” She leaned forward and placed her hands on his chest. “My safe word is broccoli,” she said as she raised her hips slowly, savoring the sensation of wide, veiny dick stretching her pussy. “And it’s a safe day. Like, fill me up.” She slammed her hips onto his pelvis and screamed again.

Cupquake shot her hands over Serena’s mouth. “We’re gonna get caught, you bimbo!” she shouted in hushed tones. “Quiet down!”

“I caaaaaaan’t,” Serena said behind Cupquakes hand, “He feels so goooooooooduh!” She shook as she raised her hips again, only to slam them back down. Suddenly, she started her regular rhythm, turning her insides to mush. Her muffled panting was enough to get Puddin even harder as his dick throbbed with the sensations of her moist, undulating pussy. “Fuuuuuukuh,” her valley girl accent only went heavier. “So good.” Without warning, she started slamming on his dick at a rapid pace. Puddin's head shot back in euphoria as Serena rode his dick from base to tip. “Give it to me,” Serena cooed, staring at him. “Gimme those cummies so, like, we can shove you in that diaper and shit.”

“No…” Puddin protested weakly, a lisp coming naturally now. “I mustn't.”

“Don't lie to Mommy,” Serena teased. She shot her arms forward and pulled his head closer. “You want it, don't you?” Her sex-crazed eyes were beaded and dug deep into his soul. Her lips shot to his thick, green mouth, and she forced her tongue into his.

Puddin let it happen, tasting Serena's saliva, and the flavors of coffee and vodka filled his mouth. It was then that he understood. Serena was intoxicated to some degree, and that was why she was so loose with her behavior. Not enough to be goofy or stumble around, but lose some of her inhibitions. Rather than fight it, Puddin allowed her to have her way with him. Not like it was doing any real harm. He began thrusting as well. Serena screamed into his mouth as the sensations doubled inside her.

Cupquake felt left out. All she could do while she watched this submissive skunk plow her best friend was pleasure herself, so that's what she did. She pulled her jorts off and sat on the cold floor. Her fingers dove into her pussy as her other hand reflexively flew to her nipples. Her areolas were practically as large as side plates, and her nipples as round as quarters. One nipple promptly went into her mouth, and she sucked on it thoroughly while the other was pulled and pinched relentlessly. Her moans mingled with the muffled cries of ecstasy from the two entangled in the throngs of sex. She quickly reached behind her and locked the door.

Serena shot away from Puddin's mouth with a hearty gasp for air. “GAH! Oh, Puddin! I'm, like, gonna cum!” Her slams on his dick doubled in speed.

“Me too, Seren!” Puddin cried as he met her ante. “Let me fill you!”

“Yaaaaaas!” She drawled with lust dripping from every word. “Fill me with your sweet,” she panted, “sticky,” a moan, “cummies! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” She gave one final slam on his dick. The two remained locked together as they both erupted in euphoria. Fem cum burst from her honeypot, coating Puddin's pelvis and dripping down his thighs. Puddin spewed another round of his seed, but this time, it would fill a womb. He felt her get heavier and heavier as her belly grew larger and larger. Serena let out a long, prolonged bleat as her womb inflated. This went on for a few minutes, stuffing Serena like a Thanksgiving turkey. Finally, cum began leaking from her as Puddin’s dick deflated, satisfied at last. His balls were a normal size, but they wouldn’t remain that way. Without Puddin’s rod to keep her in place, Serena fell backward, splashing in the puddle of sexual fluids that the two had produced. Cupquake continued to pleasure herself as the other two basked in the afterglow of their encounter. Even Puddin had zero regard for what was happening before Serena had pounced on him.

“Shiiiiit,” Serena sighed, “how are you single with a hog like that?”

“I don’t know,” Puddin replied. He knew why, though. He wanted to keep that under wraps so he wasn’t kept around for booty calls. If he ever found a significant other, who or whatever came around in the future, he wanted them to love him for who he was, not because he had a huge cock.

“GAH!” Cupquake gasped as she spewed femcum onto Serena’s face. She didn’t have time to enjoy her afterglow as the doorknob jiggled.

“Hey, who locked this door?” A voice said from the other side.

“Find a janitor,” another voice said, “we can’t let our formula sit for more than two minutes.”

Cupquake looked at the both of them, an urgent look on their face. “Two minutes?” she asked in an urgent whisper. “Fuck!” She got up and stood over Serena, trying to pad Puddin’ up as quickly as possible. Folding the first flap over his body, now easy without a massive nutsack or big swinging cock in the way, she folded the tapes over and glanced at her work. With a stupid, relaxed grin on his face, Puddin sat there with a pre-soaked cum diaper, already stained with a gallon of his own cum. It sagged on the floor, the plastic outside preventing any more of the pool he sat in from absorbing inside. “Come on, you two, we gotta get out!”

“Wha?” Serena asked her intoxication, as well as her bloated, cum filled belly, slowing her brain activity.

“Why?” Puddin asked. “I’m comfortable here.”

“If we get caught, we’re in deep shit!” Cupquake grunted through gritted teeth. She unlocked the door and peeked left and right. The halls were still empty. They must have missed a mass class switch. “Come on. We’ll get expelled or something.” The two still didn’t move. “Serena, I’ll get you more vodka.” Her ears perked up. She shot to her feet with miraculous strength, her massive belly not seeming to stop her. She started getting dressed again. “Puddin, uh,” she panicked, “I don’t know what you like, but I’ll bribe you.”

“Really?” He struggled to his feet, the diaper crinkling noisily. “Wait, I need my pants.” He reached for them, struggling to get his leg up and into them. They barely fit around his waist with his diaper pre-filled with his cum. Nearly two inches of his diaper stuck out of his already tight denim bottoms as he grabbed the suspenders and clipped them back on.

“Ok, come on!” She grabbed Puddin by the waistband and Serena by the collar. They ran out of the closet as fast as they could. Rather, they all waddled as fast as they could. Other students stared at them as they struggled to make tracks from the science wing. They had already left a lot of evidence behind: a pool of femcum and sperm, fingerprints, more likely than not, and probably footprints as they escaped. It was quite a sight, watching two women with massive jiggling bellies and a skunk with a momentous ass running like their lives depended on it.

As they thundered through campus, Puddin huffed and puffed. “Cupquake… please… I can’t breathe…”

“Can’t stop!” she shouted like a passionate coach. Go, go, go, ladies! No stopping till we’re there!” Puddin mumbled under his struggling breath that he was called a lady.

Serena, however, was having an amazing time. Despite her struggles, she was laughing and giggling like a child. It was a different kind of runner’s high. She drew attention to them with her joyous shouting, the vodka she had finally settled in. “WHEEEEEEE! HEHEHEHEH! I love you guys!” By the time they reached the girls' dorm, everyone was watching the three in amazement.

Cupquake’s and Serena’s dorm room was as messy as Puddin expected it to be. Clothes littered the floor, bras and panties everywhere, each one larger than he imagined. The posters on one side of the wall were all of sexy, curvy girls in scantily clad clothing. They bordered on pornography. The other side of the room had barely any decorations at all. It was easy to tell who’s bed was who’s. The desks were littered with textbooks and red solo cups, one on its side with a small amount of clear liquid that Puddin was sure wasn’t water.

“WOOOOOOOOO!” Serena leaped onto the bed, tossing her shirt off. “Fuck my classes!” Her breasts bounced wildly as she landed, flinging her pants away as well. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly. Her intoxicated face told him that she had no intention of listening to anyone else's wishes. “Yaaaaaaas. Can we get Starbucks? I’m, like, so thirsty,” she asked with a heavy valley girl drawl.

“No,” Cupquake said as she flopped onto her bed. The mountain of stuffies in the corner collapsed as her weight shifted the bed. “Puddin, come here, boy.” She motioned with one finger. “Sit on Mommy’s lap.” He gulped and obliged nervously. As he approached her, she quickly unfastened his suspenders and pulled his pants off again. His cum filled diaper sagged, a heavy smell of musk filling the room. Serena giggled as she curled into a ball, peeking over the pillow. Puddin sat, the diaper shifting and molding to Cupquakes legs. “What a good little boy.” She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to mess it up, but the moment she pulled her hand away, it sprang back to its cartoonish shape. Serena giggled again, the vodka making her silly.

“Cupquake?” Puddin asked, turning his head and looking at her in the corner of his eye. “Why are you teasing me like this?”

“Because I can, duh,” Cupquake said as if it were obvious. “Now, hush. She reached for the dresser drawer by the bed and pulled something out. “No more talking, baby.” She shoved something into Puddin’s mouth. It felt soft and covered the majority of his mouth. Puddin reached for his mouth and tried to pull it out. A small round hook was clipped to the front of it, and he pulled on it. “No,” Cupquake slapped his hand. “You don’t get to take your paci out.”

“Pashifier?” Puddin was baffled. She really was treating him like a baby! “Lishen, I’m no bahby,” he said, his words muffled behind the pacifier. It filled his mouth, the nipple larger than a normal one for sure.

“No, you’re momma’s little boy, duh.” She reached back and grabbed a plush from her bed. “This is Snuggle Muffin,” she handed him a cute little teddy bear. Its eyes were a deep blue, and its caramel fur was as soft as could be. “As long as you’re my baby, you’re gonna listen to mommy and be good.”

Puddin grabbed the bear and looked at it. It looked very well loved despite having the softest fur he had ever felt on a stuffed animal. There were small scuffs on his shimmering eyes and a comically large stitch down its right side that looked like a surgery scar. “Fine.” He sighed and leaned back, Cupquakes breasts acting like pillows.

“Good boy,” she leaned back, and the two fell flat. The weight of Cupquakes ass and thighs weight heavily on her knees, and she pulled him forward. “Momma Serena,” she said to Serena, knowing she was watching, “I think we should make the baby feel good.”

“Oh?!” Serena shot up, her eyes wide with excitement. She bounced from the bed and landed on their left. “Like what?”

“Hmm…” Cupquake thought. “Maybe he needs to relax. So uptight.” Puddin’s eyes shot open with fear. “Baby needs a drink,” she smirked.

“OoooOOOOoooooh,” Serena approved of the idea. She pulled a bottle of Vodka from under the bed and unscrewed the top. “Does baby have a bottle?”

“Yes, he does.” Cupquake pointed to the same dresser from which she had pulled the pacifier. Serena stretched her leg over Puddin to get closer, her pussy in his face, his cum, still dripping from it. She opened the drawer and pulled out a baby bottle. “Let’s fill it up, hehehehehehe.” She sat on Puddin’s face. Puddin thrashed around, whining and complaining through moth the pacifier AND Serena’s plush ass. “Like, quit moving, baby. I’m gonna spill.” She unscrewed the top and upturned the bottle of vodka into it. The slow splash of the vodka was like music to her ears, tempting even, but she let the bottle fill first.

The smell from Serena’s ass was almost too much for Puddin to take. Sure, he knew the smell of his cum; it was as common as the smell of rain or freshly cut grass, but when mixed with the strong odor of a woman’s pussy, and directly on his snout, it was almost too much for even a skunk to bear.

“One for baby,” Serena passed the bottle to Cupquake, “and one for Mommy.” She turned the bottle into her mouth with less than five shots left. “WOOOO!” She tossed the bottle against the wall, where it bounced off and onto her bed.

“Move so I can feed him, bitch,” Cupquake pulled her to the side.

“Who are you, like,” she covered her mouth for a second, “calling a bitch, bitch?”

“You, bitch,” Cupquake shot back cooly. “Go sniff his diaper or something.”

“You know what? You know what?!” She stood on her knees upright. “I will!” She faceplanted into Puddin’s groin, her head sinking into the soft, wet, musky diaper. Her loud, audible sniffs only made puddin’ hard. Her head raised from the diaper slowly as he grew more erect.

“Oh, is baby getting hard again?” Cupquake cooed. “You haven’t had your milkies yet. “She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth and replaced it promptly with the vodka-filled bottle. He withheld sipping from the bottle. There was far too much vodka for one person to have in one day. “Drink it. Don’t be naughty.” Cupquake stared at him, demanding that he do as he was told.

He whimpered, then took one sip of it. A flood of potent, nostril-stinging vodka hit him like a bus, but another flavor also did. Chocolate cake? Did they even make chocolate cake flavored vodka? That made it palatable to him, but not by much: another sip, another hit of stinging and cake. To hell with it, he thought and took another one. Cupquake cooed as he drank. His head was buzzing after nearly three shots worth in one go. He wasn’t accustomed to so much vodka at once, let alone the 10 ounces this bottle held. As the bottle emptied, his head was nothing but a blur.

“Is baby all done?” Cupquake asked. She looked over him past her breasts and filled belly. All he could do was nod, unable to speak clearly. Her voice was fading in and out, his head unable to process everything properly. “Good boy.” She pulled the bottle from his mouth and replaced it with his pacifier. He sucked on it happily, eager to have something in his mouth that wouldn’t intoxicate him further. Happy gurgles and mumbles leaked from his mouth.

Meanwhile, Serena was still sniffing and snoofing his diaper, and his dick only grew larger. The bulge in the diaper was obvious, and Serena sniffed only that, her horny levels reaching levels previously unseen. “Oh, ma gawd…” She took a deep sniff, the smell of musk more prominent now than ever before. “I want it in me again!” She tried to pull the diaper off to get to his dick, but it was already so tight on his body that she could barely get a finger in there, let alone her lack of hand-eye coordination at the moment. “Fine.” She mounted the diaper, her pussy overtop his bulge. She began grinding against the diaper, wanting to feel something.

“Hey, you slut,” Cupquake shouted, “I haven’t had a turn yet!”

“Fuck off, you whore,” she giggled and continued as if she didn’t have an audience at all.

Cupquake slid out from underneath Puddin, leaving him directly on the bed. She stripped her clothes off and sat on his face. “Fine.” She pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. “Lick mommy’s pussy like a good boy.” Puddin didn’t need any further instruction. In his intoxicated state, he’d do anything that was asked of him. His long tongue slithered from his mouth and into her honeypot. Cupquake shuddered as it penetrated and squirmed inside her. “Oh god!” She began grinding against his face. His wet muscle felt so euphoric, exploring the innermost sections of her body. “I hope you’re getting a good taste of me, baby.”

“Hey,” Serena looked at Cupquake with a serious gaze. “I taste better than you.”

Cupquake knew what she was like when she was drunk. Luckily for Cupquake, she swung both ways. “Oh, yeah, prove it.”

Serena leaned forward, still grinding against Puddin’s dick. Their lips met. Loud, sexual moans leaked from their lips as they made out like the sluts they were. Serena’s breath reeked of vodka, but Cupquake loved it. Puddin didn’t know what was happening, but it sounded like he was missing out on something. However, the pleasure coming from Serena grinding on his dick was too much. Was this why people were into diapers? If so, he could get used to this.

There was a bang on the door. “Hey, can you sluts keep it down? Some of us are trying to study!”

“Like, fuck off! We’re making out in here!” Serena shouted and went right back to sucking face.

The three of them were locked in their sexual state for what felt like hours. The two girls on top claimed each other’s mouths while Puddin got that slow burn from Serena’s pussy against his pampered dick. His tongue was so tired, and he took regular breaks but didn’t stay down for long. Finally, he felt it. His dick was throbbing like never before. All that buildup was leading to the biggest cum of his life. He raised his hand and pat Cupquakes thigh. She didn’t pay attention and kept kissing Serena. They’re gonna regret that. As his balls tensed and dick began to shake, they knew what was about to happen. Like a fire hydrant, cum erupted from his dick. The diaper that contained it was on the brink of bursting.

“Holy shit!” Serena shouted, feeling the large throbs from Puddin’s dick. “So much cum!” She rode his dick like a jockey as it constantly tried to buck her off. The diaper only grew bigger and bigger, like their stomachs, when he filled them to the brim.

A rip echoed through the room. “Fuck!” Cupquake shouted. “It’s gonna blow!” She fell to the side, allowing the first breath of fresh air to hit Puddin since she first sat on him, just in time for the diaper to explode. Serena flew backward, hitting the wall and sliding down to her bed. The off-white walls turned white and sticky as all the cum that pooled in the bottom of the diaper burst forth. Puddin’s seed covered the window, blocking all the sunlight. The ceiling dripped with his cum, as if a painter splattered it with paint and let it be. His dick, now free of the diaper, stood upright! Cum spewed from it, coating everything with his musky, disgusting jizz. Nothing in the dorm room was safe from his paint job. He closed his eyes, the combination of intoxication and climax overwhelming his brain. Serena looked at his dick with a wide open mouth and wide eyes, a hand blocking the incoming spunk from flying into them. Cupquake protected her beloved stuffies from getting stained, tucking them underneath her and balling up like a tornado drill. Puddin screamed and screamed, the euphoria too much for his brain to handle.

At last, when the semen ceased, the aftermath was raw. Everything was white, the room was dark, and his musk filled the room. The three of them blended in perfectly, perfect for a game of hide and seek. Serena was the first to speak. “Whoa…”

“Yeah…” Puddin said in just as much amazement.

Cupquake carefully rose from her huddle. Her stuffies were mostly unharmed. A few drops of Puddin’s cum had fallen on the ones near the bottom, but that was about it. Snuggle Muffin was the only fatality. It was completely covered in his seed. “Oh no…” Cupquake, being the only one not intoxicated, gingerly took him from Puddin’s arms. “Snuggle Muffin.” She held it close. “We’ll get you clean. I promise.” She waddled from the room as fast as she could and down the hall to the laundry room. The two looked at each other with confusion.




The next day felt awkward. Puddin hadn’t seen head or tail of Cupquake or Serena. It was awkward to explain why he was covered in what looked like cum to his dorm master, but he explained it away as a messy science experiment. He hoped it would be the last time he would have that happen, but something inside him felt empty. Someone tapped his shoulder as he returned from another simple gen ED class. He turned around to see Serena. Her eyes looked red and saggy, clearly a hangover.

“Hiiiiii,” she said sheepishly. “Um… so… about yesterday…” The tips of her left foot dug into the ground as she rotated it behind her.

“No,” Puddin said, “don’t say anything.”

“No,” Serena insisted, “I have to. That was too much.” She pursed her lips and looked away. “I, uh…”

“It’s ok.” Puddin laid a hand on her shoulder. “We both got carried away.” He pulled her gently to a nearby bench in the courtyard. “Looks like you, uh,” he thought how to word his next statement, “cleaned out.”

“Yaaaaah,” she sighed. “Took a while. Think there’s still some water in here.” She slapped her belly. There was an awkward silence. “You look cute in a diaper, though.” Puddin blushed. “Cupquake is doing ok. I helped her wash Snuggle Muffin. He’s ok. She really likes her stuffies.”

“I could tell.”

“But the dorm is basically unlivable now,” she chuckled. “It smells like you.” Puddin blushed. “They’re moving us.”

“I figured they would.” He kicked his feet. “How did you explain it all?”

A hand settled on each of their shoulders. “Science experiment.” The two jolted upright and turned around. “Don’t think we’re done teasing you, nerd.” Cupquake snuck up behind them. Her stomach looked mostly back to normal as well. It was difficult to tell with the amount of food she ate in a day. “I have a plan so that doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh no,” Puddin moaned. “Am I still your-”

“You’re still my baby,” Cupquake smirked. “That was too much fun not to do again. I’ll let you know when I need you again, nerd.” She walked away, her ass jiggling as she left. “Oh, Serena!” She turned, “Get a room if you like him so much!”

Serena covered her face and shrank into herself, hiding her embarrassment from him. Puddin looked back and forth between them. Things just got a lot more interesting with his college life, and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not.", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Puddin's Playtime - Ch.1: Plappin Puddin", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "157" }