Musky Doggies
The sun rose over Brisbane, casting its warm glow over every home in the cul-de-sac. The yellow and red Queenslander house at the end of the lane started to stir. Dragonflies buzzed around the fishpond, darting this way and that, and birds chirped in the trees. A sand castle from last night stood in the center of the sandbox in the yard, starting to crumble from the damp, dewy morning.
The lights in the kitchen came on, illuminating the verandah. Chili Heeler stumbled in and reached for her mug. “Where’s the coffee in this place? There has to be some coffee.” Chili searched through the cabinets and shelves until she found a half-full bag of pre-roasted beans. “I have to grind them myself?” Chili asked disgustedly. “What the hell?” She began the search for a tool that would do the job.
Just as she’d gotten started, a sweet-voiced pup rounded the corner into the kitchen. “Good morning, mum.” Chili’s eyes narrowed as she spotted the pup, Bingo, approaching her. “Change your mind yet?” asked Bingo, eager to speak to her mother.
“No, I’m still not talking to you.” the red Heeler said, crossing her arms and continuing her search. “And I’m not your mother, James.”
“But, Chili! This is amazing!” The smaller version of herself was leaping up and down excitedly, attempting to prove a point she had already attempted to get across several times that week. “You were complaining for years about how much you wanted change!”
The pup's speech was far beyond her physical age. As she latched onto Chili's leg and laughed maniacally, she further tried to drive her point home. “And think about it! This isn't the usual universe anyway!’ She reached up and poked at the puffy, dark cookie that sat beneath Chili's thick, trunk-like torso.
“Oi!” Chili shouted. “Hands off, James!” A tingle shot through her body. “And I'm not Chili!” Chili shouted as she balled her fists.
“Who's James?” The pup asked, feigning ignorance. “I'm Bingo!” She laughed wildly.
Chili groaned and stomped her foot, attempting to knock Bingo off, but the kiddo was latched on tighter than a koala. “Get off of me, James.”
“Mornin’,” a tired, young-sounding voice said. A Blue Heeler pup, a smidgen taller than Bingo, rounded the stairs and entered the kitchen from the family room. “Why are we yelling?”
“James here is being a frickin’ dumbass again.” Chili waved her leg wildly, but ‘Bingo’ was not letting go, only laughing more wildly, even squealing with glee. “What are you up to, gshhhhh…” Chili paused, realizing her tongue had frozen when she tried to speak the pup’s REAL name, whatever it was. WHY AM I FORGETTING?!?! Chili screamed internally as she grasped her own head, shaking it wildly. Wait… what is mine?
“I’m just gonna veg out today,” the pup said. “It’s nice not having to go to college. Honestly? It’s a shame Bluey isn’t younger. I’d love to try diapers again without having to hide them.” Both Chili and Bingo stopped and looked at ‘Bluey’ with concern as she tried to open the fridge and reach for the orange juice in the door. Just like Bingo, the other pup sounded quite beyond her years. The innocent-looking gunpowder and malibu blue face starkly contrasted with the words coming from her mouth. “What?” Bluey then realized what she said. “Oh! I never told you, did I?” She jumped up and down, completely ignoring how awkward she made things.
“Told us what, Bluey?” A larger version of Bluey entered the kitchen as well – Bandit Heeler. He scratched his furry body lazily and nonchalantly. “What did I miss?” His eyes were half open.
“Welllllll…” Bluey made one final leap and grabbed the bottle from the fridge, yanking it out of the compartment. She then turned to face her family. Or rather, Bluey’s family. The Heeler family. It was a hard adjustment getting used to all this nonsense. Bluey continued. “I may or may not have been into diapers…” She sheepishly twirled her foot back and forth on her toes behind her. “But hey!” She tried to distract them. “Not like that matters now, right? He he he… ” She opened the bottle and drank some from the container. “Right?”
“Not really, but that’s just weird,” Bingo said with an uncomfortable face. “Hey, can you help convince Chili that this is a good thing?” Bingo took leaps up Chili’s back. “I’m climbing Mt. Chili!”
“Oh!” Bluey said excitedly, after swallowing a mouthful of juice. “Of course!” She placed the bottle in the fridge again and faced Chili. “Bingo is-”
“JAMES!” blurted Chili.
“... Bingo,” Bluey replied, “is right. You have been whining about wanting change for years!” Bluey thrust her arms out to demonstrate, as if attempting to display the length of a fish she’d once caught. “This is your chance! Besides, you get to be the adult. Tall, sexy, and a total MILF.”
Chili frowned. “There’s something very wrong about hearing those words come from your mouth.”
“She’s not wrong,” Bandit commented. His disheveled face was the polar opposite of what the caring, creative, and loving father should have been. “Chili is a total MILF. What I’d give to have a night with her...” He fiddled with the bowl of fruit on the counter. “I don’t care about all this, though. Not like anything was going on with my life.”
“But…” Chili was lost for words. Why was everyone else so accepting of this? Was she really in the wrong? “But none of this would have, gah-!” she was interrupted by Bingo reaching the peak of the mountain – or in other words, her head – and flopping on top of it as if to form a hat, laughing like a total goon. “Get down...” She groaned as she picked her up and set her on the floor. “None of this would have happened if James-”
“Bingo!” The three of them interrupted her, shouting in unison.
“-hadn’t invited us over for that stupid ‘Drinking Bluey Potion from the Dark Web at 3 AM!!’ video.” She had gone on this tangent before, and was fully prepared to die on this hill. “What kind of YouTube kids cringe were you even doing? And why did you need US? You could have done a four-part series and milked it dry like they all do.” She scrunched up her face to look as slappable as possible. “What is up, YouTube? It’s your boy, uh… fuck-face! And this week, we ordered yet another potion from the Dark Web! I never learn my lesson!” She thrust her arms into the air and wiggled them and did jazz hands. “I hope nothing happens. OH NO!” She reached over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, quickly opening it. “Here it is, guys! The ORANGE potion. If I drink THIS, I’ll become totally ORANGE! Don’t forget to hit like, subscribe, and SMASH THAT BELL!”
“Ok, we get it,” Bingo said with a sigh.
“I’m gonna do it!” Chili said with forced and over-the-top enthusiasm that would only excite a very young and impressionable child. “3! 2…! Don’t forget to hit that like button, guys! 1! I’m gonna drink it right NOW!”
“WE GET IT!” Bluey shouted.
“DOWN THE HATCH!!!” Chili chugged what was left of the juice and dramatically fell over. “OH NO! I’m changing!” IT’S HAPPENING!!! I’m becoming an ORANGE!”
“Alright, Chili, we understand how stupid Bingo was for milking the YouTube Kids app for views,” Bandit said with a sigh, his eye somehow sagging lower.
“HEY!” Bingo interjected with hands on her hips, just like her mother.
“Just get up,” Bandit said plainly. “We still need to figure things out.”
“Like what?” Chili asked as she rose from the floor, orange juice staining her muzzle.
“Like a job. Do we have one?” He stood and pointed outside. “Things don’t look right.” Everyone turned to admire the beautiful sunrise. The backyard was beautiful with the flaring sky, colorful and picturesque with orange and purple. “The real question is, why are we all up so early?” Bandit pointed out.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Bluey asked as she walked out onto the verandah. The cold morning air felt pleasant on her body. “I don’t see what you… mean…” Something WAS off. Weren’t the Neighbors supposed to be there? What happened to the Labradors? “Where’s Lucky?”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Bandit rose from his seat and joined Bluey outside. “See anything else strange, kiddo?” Despite his early morning behaviors, Bandit seemed to fall into the fatherly role faster than the others fell into theirs.
“Since when was the grocer there?” He pointed not too far down the road. A little further still was the airport. “What’s going on here?!” Bluey shouted, clapping her hands to her head.
Chili, who approached the two to see what all the hubbub was about, sniffed the air. “More importantly, what is that awful smell?” Chili sniffed wildly as she stood next to Bandit. “Have you showered at all?”
“I’ve tried, but I can’t get this smell off my body.” Bandit raised his arm, and a blast of BO wafted over to Chili. “Honestly, I don’t mind it that much. I guess it’s a detail the show writers never mentioned?” He took a deep whiff of his underarm. “OOOOOOH yeah, that’s the stuff.”
“Eeeeeeeew.” Bingo held her nose and waved her hand. “Daddy is pooey.” Bluey dared to sniff the air as well and nearly fell over. She crawled back into the house and hid behind Bingo. “See?”
“Alright, I suppose I’m a bit smelly.” Bingo sighed and lowered his arm. “I’ll try to come clean, but I don’t know if it’ll work.” He stepped into the kitchen. “But coffee first.”
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The playroom was littered with blocks, stuffies, and assorted toys. Bluey had some stuffies in chairs, waiting for their turn at the airport. “Next in line, please!” She shouted as she tossed a squid into the ‘plane’ made of pillows. A kitty strode through the scanner with various meows and purrs. “Beep beep beep! Uh oh, step aside, Miss Kitty.”
Bingo took Miss Kitty aside. “Miss Kitty, do you have anything that you aren’t supposed to have?” She gazed into the polished eyes of the stuffed calico. “I see you’re bringing your knife collection onto the plane. Why would you do that? Why?” she asked wildly. “We’re gonna have to take those, Miss Kitty.”
Bluey froze and looked at her with confusion. “Wait,” Bluey stopped their pretend play. “Why are we doing this?” She stood and knocked over the blocks that represented the detector gate. “Why aren’t we doing something more, I don’t know. Adult?”
“Well, we aren’t adults, are we?” Bingo asked. “And why are you complaining? Aren’t you into like, diapers and stuff? Pretending should be fun. For you.”
Bluey blushed and stared at the floor. “Well, I uh…” She didn’t know how to explain this. “This may or may not be pressing a few buttons…”
“Oh, really?” Bingo said with a grin. “Maybe we should try something else then.” She ran upstairs and barged into the bathroom.
Steam filled the bathroom as Bandit scrubbed himself furiously under the hot water. “WHOA! Hey, what’s going on?”
“Don’t mind me, taking a towel,” Bingo grabbed the towel on the bar by the shower and ran out of the bathroom. She didn’t bother listening to Bandit’s protests, sprinting down the stairs with the towel dragging behind her like a cape. She returned to Bluey and held the towel up triumphantly. “Success!”
“What are you gonna-” before Bluey could finish, Bingo pushed Bluey onto the ground and began wrapping the towel around her waist.
“Babies don’t talk,” Bingo cooed. Bluey blushed once more. Tucking the ends of the towel around Bluey’s waist, Bingo pulled her sister back up to her feet. “Alright, baby Bluey,” she teased. “No crying on the plane now.” She pulled Bluey past the destroyed metal detector gate and into the sectioned-off plane. All the while, Bluey was silent, whimpering and moaning with delight. It had been a long time since she had been able to fully indulge in her ABDL fetish when she was human, but now? She was 5 again! She could live it! Even if she wasn’t mentally a toddler.
Suddenly, as they sat down in the plane, something magical happened. Their playroom vanished… white walls and small windows surrounded them as Bingo approached her, now dressed in a flight attendant's uniform. “Please remain seated until further notice.” Bluey found herself strapped into a plane seat, surrounded by other stuffies, hopping around excitedly in their own seats, eager for the plane to take off.
“What?!” Bluey screamed. As a fan of the show, she knew that imaginary play didn’t get this realistic. “How?” A crinkling noise alerted her. As she looked down, she found a soft, cloth-backed diaper covering her body where the towel was. Bluey nervously reached for it. The moment the crinkle sound spilled from under her paws, she knew it was real. The colorful kittens, ABC blocks, and dragonflies that patterned the diaper were unlike any pattern she had ever bought or seen before.
“Shh-hh-hh-hh-hh-hh,” Flight Attendant Bingo said. “Be good, little one. We’ll be taking off soon.”
Bluey crossed her arms and harrumphed. Did Bingo really not see what was going on? Or was she just going crazy? What kind of flight attendant was she trying to be anyway? “I thought stewardesses were supposed to be sexy,” Bluey mumbled.
As if the universe agreed with her, Bingo’s body suddenly shot upward three feet. Her torso narrowed at the waist, and massive breasts sprouted from her chest. The skirt wrapped around her hips stretched outward as a bubble rear end ballooned in size. Bluey grasped the armrests in shock, squealing. Bingo, who somehow didn’t seem to notice the changes, turned around and strutted back toward her. Her body was shaking and jiggling with each step. “Now, now, puppy,” she cooed. “I know what you need.” She reached for Bluey and held her in her arms. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Shamelessly, Bingo pulled her top away from her breasts, revealing her jiggling breasts.
“WHOA!” Bluey shouted as Bingo shoved Bluey into her breast. She knew what to do right away, of course. She latched onto it, sucking like a hungry baby. Bluey didn’t want to admit that this was turning her on something fierce. Her spade was soaked to the bone inside her diaper. How am I getting horny?! I’m only 5! Her mind raced, trying to understand how this situation was even happening. However, her desire was just to let it happen. Forget trying to explain it. She and her friends had TF’d into the cast of Bluey! Logic and basic understanding were out to lunch.
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“Oi! Bingo!” Bandit shouted. It was just after Bingo had run of the room with his towel. “Get back here!” He opened the door to the shower, only to hear Bingo’s footsteps fading into the distance. Water spilled onto the tile floor. Steam billowed out and quickly filled the room. Bandit sighed. “Fine.” He closed it again.
Suds covered his body, as he was 45 minutes into his shower. It was hard to tell whether or not his body was clean. He scrubbed more and more body wash over his fur, and the loufa was beginning to fray from the prolonged use this hour alone. “I like my smell. I can’t believe they want it gone.” Bandit raised his arm and took a deep whiff. “No change.”
Bandit had been more accepting of this change. He frankly enjoyed being a large, beefy Heeler. The thing he liked the most? His cock! Underneath all the suds, he saw his cock, lurking. “Bet you’re musky too, fella,” he said, attempting to rationalize his next act to no one but himself. Grasping the hog in his hand, it felt heavy, like a python. The red rocket was fully out of his sheath, but only half hard! If this was what Bandit was packing the entire time, it was no wonder Chili was in love with him. He began to stroke his shaft, his soft paws, water, and suds creating a perfect lubricant to enjoy himself all while washing.
The door opened again. “You just about done?” It was Chili. “I think you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Just come in, Chili,” Bandit said through his panting. “It didn’t stop Bingo.”
Chili groaned and closed the door. “I told you, his name isn’t Bingo. It’s…” Chili paused and thought about it. “Uhh…” How had she forgotten already? She just had it this morning. “Whatever. I’m not Chili, he’s not Bingo, and you’re not Bandit.” She opened the shelf under the sink and pulled out the bubble bath. “How’s the shower coming?”
“No luck,” Bandit groaned, not bothering to mask his lewd act. “I’m just smelly for good.”
What he didn’t realize is that handling his meat was getting him to sweat. As the shower washed it all away, the musk carried in each droplet was sent into the air, slowly filling the bathroom with an even more potent odor. “Yeah, I need to take care of this before it becomes a problem.” Chili turned on the hot water tap and began filling the bath. Instantly, Bandit howled with shock. Cold water flowed over his body, killing the vibe. Chili instantly shut the tap and glared at Bandit. “What are you shouting for?!”
Bandit opened the door to the shower. “What was that for, mate?”
“Mate?” Chili asked with distaste. “You’re not Australian. Why are you talking like that?”
Bandit looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh… sorry. That, uh, slipped.” As if the cold water had never hit him at all, his red rocket came back to life. Chili’s eyes slowly slid down his body and fixated on the long shaft of cock that was twitching in front of her. “You turned on the tap and sent cold water through the pipes, and it, uh, shocked me, is all.”
Chili couldn’t look away. Since when had she found dicks so appealing? She was a man before coming into this world. Right? Why couldn’t she remember? Instincts were telling her to pounce on it. Chili’s face grew bright red, trying to resist these instincts she didn’t know that she had. God, he looks so… so… hot! Chili began salivating, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a feral mutt.
“Chili?” Bandit asked, with a worried expression. He followed her eyes and finally understood what had fascinated her so. “BISCUITS!” He covered himself. “I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t look her in the face. “This is so embarrassing.”
“No, no,” Chili said, her eyes still fixated on his cock. “Why don’t I… help you?” She pushed Bandit back into the shower and followed him inside. “I can get all those hard-to-reach areas.” She fell to her knees. The water was hot again as she reached for the shampoo. Not even the clean, concentrated smell could overpower the musk still coming from Bandit. Her body knew what it wanted; even if her mind was resisting, she couldn’t fight her primal urges.
“Oh, uh, alright then.” Bandit was unsure of what was happening. Just this morning, Chili was still uncertain of the situation that they had found themselves in, and was completely upset, but now? As her paws lathered up his nether regions, he felt her touch his manhood, the throbbing member aching with desire. Fuck, what’s happening? Bandit braced himself in the cramped shower, placing his hands against the walls to stabilize himself. “Oh, crackers!” His knees nearly gave out as he felt her begin to stroke his dong. “Chili,” he said between lustful panting. “What are you…” His voice was lost in his moaning.
“Your member is right rank,” Chili cooed as she continued stroking him. Her fur clung to her body as she locked eyes with Bandit. “I bet if we wash this fella right good, we shouldn’t have to worry about it.” That statement alone made Bandit’s cock harder, pulsing in her paws. Chili stroked harder and faster, listening to Bandit’s moans through the splash of water.
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Back in Bluey-land, the plane had taken off. Bluey was still sucking from the succulent teat of the beautiful transformed Bingo. “Attention passengers,” she said calmly as Bingo continued her impromptu feeding. “You are now free to roam about the cabin.” Amazingly, the seat belts unbuckled themselves, and the various stuffies hopped out of their seats and began wandering about. “Are you done, little one?” Bingo asked. Her childish voice threw off any sense of ‘sensual adult’ that her body was trying to project.
Reluctantly, Bluey pulled away from her nipple. “Yes, I am indeed,” she said, wriggling around in Bingo’s hands. “Now let me go. I wanna-” A loud grumbling interrupted her. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. “Oh no.”
“Did someone drink too much?” Bingo’s face warped to a coy smile. “Go ahead, you are wearing a diaper. Let it out.” She leaned in and nuzzled her face into Bluey’s belly, teasing her. “Go on. Don’t try to keep it all in.”
“No! NO!” Bluey cried with laughter. “STOP!” Her squirming doubled, like a fish out of water, attempting to flop back in. However, it was her undoing. Her bowels shifted violently, unloading every last drop of the liquid gold she had just ingested. The diaper crinkled loudly as it was filled, splattering against the padded inside. All the plushies turned and looked at the little Heeler filling a diaper for all of them to see. Bluey should have been embarrassed. Even if she was five, and whatever age she was before all this happened, she was still too old to be messing a diaper.
She hadn’t really bothered with messing them in the past; it was always too much of a hassle to clean up. But letting go and feeling her asshole stretch as she emptied her bowels out somehow felt right. “Ooooooooh,” Bluey moaned blissfully as her limbs went limp, her tongue dangling from her mouth.
“Well, well,” Bingo cooed as she watched the diaper fill and turn brown. “Looks like someone is a messy baby.” She turned around and headed toward the bathroom. “Looks like the baby needs a new nappy.” Heading through the cabin, the stuffies couldn’t help but stare.
As they entered the bathroom, it was rather large. Too large for a plane’s bathroom. The distinct sounds of two people having sex could be heard in the white walled shower next door. “Let’s ignore them, kiddo.” Bingo placed Bluey on a changing table and started pulling supplies from a drawer underneath it.
Post-mess clarity had struck Bluey like a freight train. She looked around the bathroom in shock. “Bingo,” Bluey said, unable to look her in the face. “Isn’t this odd? This isn’t our home.”
“Why, of course not,” Bingo said with a chuckle. “We’re on a plane.”
All the while, Bandit was getting closer to climax than he had ever been. Chili was sucking the tip of his cock like a vacuum, savoring the leaking pre. Bandit twitched wildly against the white walls of the shower, struggling to keep himself upright. His eyes were shut, unable to keep them open. “Oh, Chili. I’m so close. I’m gonna erupt!”
“Youh getting vfen huskier,” Chili moaned with her mouthful of dick. She didn’t notice when exactly his musk had increased, but a new, distinct smell had entered the fray. Had Bandit shat himself while she was servicing him? Or maybe he farted? One thing was for certain - it only added to the experience! She chuffed the rest of his cock into her mouth, deep-throating it all in one go.
“AGH!” Bandit screamed as he nearly fell over. At the last minute, he grasped Chili’s head and wrapped his arms around her. Bandit shoved his cock further into her mouth, forcing his knot past her jaw, trapping her. His cum gushed down her throat in loud gulps, filling her stomach with heavy, thick, seed. Waves of his stench were shoved into Chili’s nose and down into her mouth. Her eyes watered as she was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer amount.
“Oh wow, they’re really gunning for it,” Bluey said as Bingo finished wiping her rear, tossing the soiled wipes into a rubbish bin. The moans sounded awfully familiar as well. “Should we be in here?”
“It’s fine, it’s just Chili and Bandit,” Bingo stated plainly as she ruffled up the new diaper for Bluey. “They’re adults after all.”
“Wait, what?” Bluey squealed. “We shouldn’t be in here right now!” Not only did they enter a new world, but it seemed that the two of them were finally taking advantage of their new lives to be in a relationship. Before she could squeal again, Bingo reached for another drawer, pulled out a pacifier, and shoved it into her mouth. All protests stopped as she sucked on the pacifier, calming her instantly. Bingo slid the diaper underneath Bluey and started taping it up.
“Ah, Chili,” Bandit said as the water in the shower suddenly turned off. “I didn’t know you saw me that way.”
“I didn’t,” Chili said. “I was trying to help.” She sniffed the air. “And I don’t think it helped much at all.”
Another sniff. “No, that’s not me.” The door opened, and Bandit walked out. “BISCUITS!” He looked around. The whole bathroom looked different. There was a sexy stewardess in the bathroom. Bluey was getting a diaper changed. “What is happening here?!”
Bingo turned to look at Bandit. Chili wasn't far behind. Cum was dripping from her maw, sticking to her fur. Bluey tilted her head to look at them as well, blushing up a storm. Instantly, the plane's bathroom disappeared, revealing their white tiled bathroom. Bluey was sitting in the sink, another towel wrapped around her waist. All four of them looked confused.
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The next day, the four Heelers sat at the kitchen table. “So you're telling me that your imagination did that?” Chili asked Bingo and Bluey. Bluey didn't feel like explaining herself in the immediate moment, once she had been outed.
“Yes!” Bluey stood in the chair. “We were playing Airport, and then the living room suddenly became a plane!”
“That doesn't explain why you were back in nappies, kiddo,” Bandit said with a smirk.
“Yeah,” Bingo shared the sentiment. “Why?”
“You know why!” Bluey shouted with frustration. “I just don't know why the towel suddenly became a…” Bluey's train of thought went a different, grim direction. “Wait, what happened to the first one?”
“We burned it,” Chili groaned. “No saving it after that.”
Bluey covered her face, completely and utterly embarrassed. “Nooooooooooooo!”
“Hold on, hold on.” Bandit jumped in, standing up from his chair. “You know what we need?” He waited for answers, but none came. All he received were confused stares. “No guesses?” He asked excitedly, trying to egg them on. “No queries? No predictions?”
“Oh!” Bingo raised her paw. “A game!”
“No, those are on hold for a bit.” Bandit pointed to Chili with enthusiasm. “Chili! Guess!”
“I don't know, what?” She sighed. Ever since last night, Chili had been coming to terms with what she had done. She could still taste Bandit's cock on her tongue. Resisting the urge to tackle him and shove her spade in his mouth was nearly impossible. Even now, his musk was getting more and more potent with his excitement.
“Eh, forget you.” Bandit turned to Bluey, pointing at her. “Bluey, you get a hint. What do people do to get away from life and their troubles?”
“Hmmm,” Bluey held her chin and thought. Where was he going with this? “The bar?”
“No, no, no! Think somewhere more fun.” Bluey returned to her thinking position as Bandit continued. “Somewhere hot,” he fanned himself. “Somewhere you can get wet,” he made splashing noises, and brought his arms crashing down like a wave. “Build a castle out of sand.”
“THE BEACH!” Bluey shouted.
“Oh, I love the beach!” Bingo shouted. She immediately started rattling things off that she loved. “The sand between my toes, the fresh sea breeze,” she went on. Before their very eyes, the kitchen warbled and turned hazy. It suddenly became very hot, and the floor beneath them gave way to sand. The cawing and distant gulls alerted Bingo that something was happening.
“WHAT?!” The beach vanished and gave way to the kitchen once more. “We're driving,” Chili said plainly.
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“Are we there yet?” Bingo asked as Bandit drove the family car to the beach. Mooloolaba Beach, according to a quick Google search by Bandit, was the best beach nearby.
“No!” Bandit moaned. “We just left, ya Ding Dongs.” He looked in the rearview mirror at the two kiddos in their booster seats. They bounced up and down, eager to be out of the restrictive devices. “Besides, it’s gonna take a while.”
“How long, anyway?” Chili asked poking at the phone screen on the dashboard mount. “An hour and a half? That ain’t bad.”
“NOOOOOO!” Bingo shouted. “That’s forever!”
“It’s only forever if you think it is, mate.” Bandit focused on the road. “Why don’t you two entertain yourselves while I focus on driving?”
“Oh, I know,” Chili said excitedly, knowing this would get them going. “Would you rather… be a fruit bat or a…” Chili was blanking. “A…”
“Musk duck!” Bluey shouted.
“Eeeew,” Bingo whined. “I don’t wanna smell all the time.”
“I don’t think they actually smell, Bluey commented.”
“You sure?”
“I don’t know,” Bandit smirked. “I met one named Tim once. He was a real smelly one. HOO.” He pinched his nose to emphasize the fact. “He was a potent one.”
“For real life?” Bingo asked, leaning forward in her seat.
“For real life.”
Chili elbowed Bandit in the ribs. “Oi. I wasn’t kiddin’. He really was rank.”
“You’re MY musk duck,” Chili said, giving him bedroom eyes.
“Babe, come on, the kids are in the back.”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!” The two said with disgust. “Don’t kiss!” Bluey covered her eyes, while Bingo curled into a ball as best she could.
“Relax, you two,” Bandit said, peering in the rear-view mirror. The teasing was making him sweat a little, however, and the car was beginning to fill with his musky aroma.
Turn left and merge onto Southern Cross Wy. Then merge onto M1.
“TURN LEFT! TURN LEFT!” Chili shouted as they approached their on-ramp. Bandit screamed as well and immediately veered left, missing the other cars. “Ok, that’s enough of that.”
“Are we there yet?” Bluey asked again.
“No… Not yet, Bluey,” Bandit sighed.
She sighed, thinking this trip was gonna take forever and a half. “Hey, Bingo,” she leaned over and whispered to her sister. “I have an idea.” Bingo turned and gave her full attention. Bluey whispered something into her ear. The two giggled, knowing their plan might work. The two leaned back and imagined they were in airplane seats. The whooshing air from other cars was like clouds passing them by as their jet zipped through the air, taking them to the beach even faster than expected. To their surprise, a voice came over an intercom.
“This is your pilot. We’re listing off and expected to land at Mooloolaba Beach in no time at all.”
“Please remain seated until we come to a full and complete stop.” Pilot Bandit and Co-Pilot Chili were turned, facing them, now wearing full flight gear. Visors were over their faces, and microphones were by their muzzles. “We’re in for a wild ride, you two.”
Their car, now a Fighter Jet, sped off the M1 and into the air, sending cars behind it into the air, spiraling out of control. The Heelers were pushed into their seats by the G force. Nearly sunk into the seat completely, Bingo was able to turn her head and look out the window—smears of blue and white. “This! Is! AWESOME!” Bluey would have replied, but she was too busy trying not to vomit.
They rocketed past Chermside, Northlakes quickly shot south of them, and birds shot from the canopy of trees in Beerburrum forest as their ride broke the sound barrier. “Hang on, kids!” Bandit shouted, grasping the controls. “We’re gonna overshoot Mooloolaba if we don’t slow down!”
“NO! GO FASTER!” Bingo squealed and shouted excitedly.
Bluey covered her mouth and swallowed all that she could.
“We can’t stop, Captain!” Chili shouted, reaching for a lever in the console. “Get ready, kids!” Within the span of a second, the top of the cockpit flew off, and their seats were launched into the sky. The kiddos screamed, one with joy and the other with fear. All the while, Chili and Bandit braced themselves against their seats, waiting for the parachutes to deploy. Not a moment later, they spewed from the backs of the seats, slowing their descent. The jet, however, flew off into the distance without them. “Is everyone alright?” Chili shouted over the roaring sea breeze, which would usually be so refreshing under different circumstances.
Bingo shouted in delight. “Let’s do it again!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, bug.” Bandit swung his seat like a swing until he got close enough to her. “That was our one shot.”
All the while, Bluey was trying her best not to spew her guts out hundreds of feet above the Pacific Ocean. “I don’t wanna pretend this anymore.”
In a flash, they appeared on the sandy shores of Mooloolaba Beach. Their imaginative influence was gone. “Wait a minute…” Bandit and Chili looked around. “How did we? Bingo.” Chili looked at Bingo suspiciously. Bandit did the same to Bluey.
“Hey, we made it, didn’t we?” She tried dismissing their surprise travel plans by stating how they were safe and intact. However, they were abruptly caught off guard by their bags falling from the sky, landing a few feet away from them in perfect fashion - Towel cooler, bag, then umbrella. “See?”
“No, you ain't gettin’ outta this.”
“Ok, I may or may not have turned our car into a jet to get here faster.” Bingo acted cute by poking her pointer fingers together and pretending to be innocent. “You know my silly imagination.”
“Yeah, yours,” Bluey said plainly, wiping herself clean of any guilt or accusations.
“Wait, the car?!” Chili exclaimed, shooting her gaze to the sky. Just in time as well. An explosion echoed across the bright sunny sky, blasting any cloud that lingered into nothing. All the beachgoers stopped and braced themselves. A sonic wave reached them, sending a massive wave from the sea closer to the beach. Usually, everyone would be ecstatic to have a cool way to cool off on a hot day like this, but everyone panicked and ran from the shore. There wasn’t time for the Heelers to register what was happening. The crowds had all escaped aside from them and a few stragglers. The wave came crashing down, smothering the remaining beachgoers in seawater. Chili and Bandit grasped onto Bluey’s and Bingo’s hands. The strong pull of the water washing back to shore was attempting to rip them apart! Bandit pulled them all close and embraced them. If they were heading into the water, they’d go together.
They tumbled under the wave, going this way and that. Water filled their ears, their noses, spilling into through the cracks of their mouths. It tasted rancid. Not just salty, but like death itself. The muffled roar of the water faded as the sea reclaimed what was rightfully hers, leaving everyone and everything else on the shore, wet and smelly.
“Everyone alright?!” A beagle shouted, running down the soggy beach from the parking area.
Bandit was the first to recover from the surprise that the wave gave them. “Yeah, I think so, mate. The smell from the water clung to his body. “Has the ocean always smelled that bad?”
“Nah, it only happened a month ago. We’re hosting a 10k run to fund research today. Loads of us signed up to participate, so keep your head on a swivel. They’ll all be coming through here soon.” The beagle pointed to a partially destroyed booth against the raised cement parking lot. The sign, although blurry thanks to the wave, was still legible. ‘10k for Moolaalaba.’
“That’s neat.” Chili moaned as she recovered from the impromptu bath. “Oh, our things are still there.” Chili pointed to their setup. Everything was surprisingly intact, if not shuffled around. Even the towel was still in place, now soaked to the bone.
“What are the odds of that?” Bingo asked as she tried to sneak away, knowing she was still in trouble. Bluey rose to her knees, hacking up the amount of seawater that had leaked into her mouth.
“Let us know if you wanna participate. Looks like you’ve got some other things to deal with.” The beagle excused himself promptly.
“Ah, don’t think you’re off the hook, young lady. How are we getting home?” Chili grabbed Bingo by the wrist.
“Ugh…” Bingo paused to think. “I can build us a car in the sand? Use my imagination to bring it to life!” Bingo ran for the beach bag and pulled out the shovel and pail from their waterlogged bag and ran off. “Just you watch. Come on, Bluey, help me.”
“I’m gonna watch you fail, more likely than not,” Bluey replied as she ran after Bingo.
With the kids off and away, that just left Chili and Bandit. Bandit collapsed on the soaked beach towel. “I didn’t realize that raising kids would be so much effort.” He sighed and spread out. Even though he was under an umbrella, and despite being soaked from head to toe, he had already worked up a sweat. His pungent odors were starting to spread around the beach. That and his cock, which had largely gone unnoticed amongst all the chaos, was erect like a flagpole.
This was all that Chili could ask for. Smells, a throbbing erection begging for attention, and the kids weren’t around to interrupt them. No one around them seemed to care that Bandit was as hard as a rock, either. In fact, everyone was naked! The men had their dongs out and flopping about, the ladies were airing out their snatches, and there was a horde of dogs running toward them?
A large pack of dogs in the distance, slowly charging forward along the length of the beach. Their fur was glistening with sweat as they all ran down the beach. Men and women alike. The waft of smell that hit Chili like a wall was overpowering. She wanted to join them, just to relish in the mighty and overpowering smell.
She took another whiff of the musk, only to be greeted by the smell of the ocean. The two of them were covered in the smelly water, the sand was wet with it, they were surrounded by stink! The lingering musk, the beach’s odor, it was a wonderland. Somehow, the two combined gave her such a high. Unwashed genitals? “The beach is musky too.”
“What was that, babe?” Bandit asked, propping himself up onto his elbows.
Chili was reminded of her goal. She turned around again to see that Bandit was still erect. Perfect. “Oh, nothing.” She fell to her knees. Now was not the time to play it cool. She knew what she wanted. “I couldn’t help but think of that musk of yours.” Chili shoved her nose into Bandit’s grundle and huffed, getting a yip from him. “Already sweating for me.”
“You alright?” He raised his arm and smelled himself. “I don’t think I’m that bad.”
“Oh, you’re awful.” She licked him where the sun didn’t shine, tasting the musk she so desired. It was intoxicating. “And I want more.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was so warm and sweaty, slick and bright red.
“Chili!” Bandit shouted. “We’re in public, c’mon.”
“Since when has that stopped you?” Chili slid up the towel and looked him in the eyes—the animalistic desire burned like the sun. “Tell me when you last stopped because we were in public. Remember that time at the grocer?” Bandit looked confused. “What about in Hammerbarn? You pounded me like I was a nail in a board, you working man.” Bandit opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted. “Or that time in the alley by the Chinese Takeaway?”
It all came to him. Flashbacks of those two huffing each other’s scent like wild beasts. The lingering feeling of his cock in her soft pussy, their juices mingling and left on the floor. How Bandit had to cover her mouth to keep her from shouting so loudly. She loved to howl and scream when he plowed her with his cock. They almost got caught at Hammerbarn, too.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He grasped Chili’s head and shoved her face into his armpit. “You like my musk, don’t you, Chili?” She moaned in agreement, licking Bandit’s moist underarm. “Good girl, aren’t ya?” His cock was somehow even harder than before, throbbing and twitching with need, begging for release. He clenched and squeezed his arm around Chili’s muzzle, trapping her in the moist embrace of his stink. Bandit reached with his free hand for Chili’s cookie. Moist, and dripping with juices, the thrill of being seen was more than enough to get her excited. Why bother hiding on this beach? Who would care? Everyone was nude here.
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Meanwhile…
“So where do I start?” Bingo asked as she set her bucket down in the sand. She hadn’t built a sand castle since she was a kid. It was getting harder and harder to remember those times. She could see the structure before her, made entirely of sand and waiting to be brought to life, but how was she going to construct it?
“BINGO!” Bluey shouted, falling face-first in the sand. “Wait!” She stood up, took two steps, and fell again.
“You know, I just realized something,” Bingo said plainly, not waiting for Bluey to get closer. “Why am I the dominant sister? Bluey is supposed to be the, quote on quote, leader.”
“I suppose so?” Bluey said. “Do you want me to take charge or something?”
Bingo thought and thought. Why was she doing all the legwork? Yeah, it was her idea, but she was happy with all that had happened. She had a sinister idea. “Yeah, why not?” She closed her eyes. Maybe if this world is giving us powers, they’ll let me relax for a bit, she thought. If Bandit is more like his normal self, then why can’t we be? As if to answer her wish, something clicked. Like a switch flipped off.
“Bluey, how can we build a car?” Bingo asked in a sweet, innocent voice.
Bluey took a step back, frightened by the sudden switch. “Wait, what?” she squealed in shock. “Bingo, this was your idea.”
“Yeah, but I’ll need help. I’m only four.” She rocked back and forth on her feet. Bingo knew that she didn't use that as an excuse. If anything, the real Bingo would want to try doing it herself, only to have Bluey tell her she's doing it wrong. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Oh…” Bluey hesitated. She reached for the shovel and made an unsure thrust into the sand, scooping a wet plod from the beach. “Well, you need the foundation first.” She started piling the sopping, smelly sand into a pile. “You can start shaping it into a wheel.”
“Okay!” She fell to her knees and started forming one wheel as Bluey scooped more sand. “Gotta be big as a real one, so bigger.” Bingo pulled more sand and added it to her tire. “Wait…” Bingo thought after she had formed the fourth tire. “How are we gonna make it stay up?”
Bluey had long since abandoned the shovel and started digging with her front paws, creating a towering pile of wet sand for them to use, and a large, empty hole in it’s place. “What?” She asked from the base of the sand mountain. Bingo demonstrated her point by trying to create the frame of the car by adding sand to the inside edges of the wheels, only to have it surrender to gravity. “Oh, yeah,” she cradled her chin, thinking. Bingo followed suit, half thinking, half letting Bluey take the lead. “Wait!” Bluey ran over to the tires and knocked them over.
“Hey!”
“We don't need a car!”
“But it needs to have wheels, right?”
“What else can move?” Bluey asked excitedly.
This is what Bingo was hoping for. She was falling into the lead role nicely. “A rocket?”
“No, too tall.”
“A train?”
“Too long.”
“I’m out of ideas then.” Bingo sat in the sand.
“A hovercar!”
“WHOA!” Bingo shot to her feet. “Wait, what’s that?”
“It’s a car that, like, hovers above the ground.” She grabbed a stick that had washed ashore and ran around them, drawing a wide oval in the sand. “It’s like a big pool floatie, but it hovers. About this big.” The oval she drew could easily hold the four of them and all their stuff. “But we have to make it look cool.”
“Should we ask Mum and Dad if they want a Hovercar?” Bingo asked, turning to gaze in their direction. However, what sight awaited her nearly made her break character. Chili had Bandit’s cock in her mouth, sucking it like an ice pop. “BLUEY!”
“What?” Bluey turned to look. “BISCUITS!” She covered her mouth. Since when were those two so romantic? Bluey grabbed Bingo and pulled her into the ever-growing hole she had started digging. “Whoa…” Bluey panted. “Ok, that was a lot.”
Bingo smirked, knowing exactly what to do. “What are Mum and Dad doing, Bluey?”
Bluey didn’t even think about how silly a question that was. How could she not have known? “They’re, uh…” How was she gonna explain this to a kid like her? “Having adult fun.”
“But Mum told us that we weren’t supposed to let anyone touch our no-no zones.” She was playing the role so expertly. “Why can she touch Dad’s?”
“Well, when adults want to, uh,” Bluey hesitated. Am I really about to give the birds and the bees talk to her? There must be a better way. The world around her began to warble. She couldn’t help but get worked up herself. Her privates were getting wet thinking about how she was no longer a man, something she hadn’t thought about for a while. Now that she had the opposite hardware, thoughts of sex and… mating were flying through her head.
The horde of runners was making their laps across the beach, dodging the massive hole in the sand around the two pups. With each pass, musk emanated from every bead of sweat that clung to their bodies, the scent more potent than ever. Even the pups’ noses weren’t spared from its odoriferous nature. Bingo was the first to sniff it, her eyes watering up. “WHOA!” She squealed, covering her nose. “They’re worse than Dad.”
Bluey, however, thought otherwise. As the musk hit her, her face contorted for merely a second, then loosened, her tongue falling out of her mouth and salivating. The combination of the putrid stench from the water and the musk was sending her already-lewd thoughts into overdrive. She slid down the edge of the hole. A practiced motion that came to her naturally in times like these came to mind. She reached for her groin, wrapping her fingers together around nothing. Oh yeah… Bluey remembered. She re-adjusted, reaching further to her sopping wet pussy, sliding inside with ease. “OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” She howled with delight.
“Bluey!” Bingo shouted with urgency. “What’s the matter?” She looked at her sister, shamelessly and sloppily fingering herself for the first time. Oh, I see how it is. Not what I expected to happen, but alright. The world around her was shaking and warbling. “Wait, I’m not doing this.” She watched as the last of the runners changed before her eyes. In a puff of smoke, all the dogs in the line began spewing a green haze from their bodies like a smoke bomb. “Oh no.” Bingo gasped. “Bluey, you have to stop!” She grasped Bluey’s shoulders and gazed into her lust-filled eyes. Her pupils were gone, replaced with green swirls.
“Biiiiiingooooo,” Bluey droned. She grasped her with her free hand and pulled her in, kissing her. Bingo didn’t resist. This was fine.
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Chili wrapped her lips around Bandit’s cock, savoring every inch of the sweaty length hitting the back of her throat. “Oh, babe,” he moaned without regard for others passing by. “I love it when you slob me knob.” His hand rested on the back of her head, keeping her from running away, as if she would. He gripped her fur harder and savored her slurps as she serviced him.
A wave of green stank washed over them. It soaked into their bodies, sending Chili into a frenzy. She increased her speed and wrapped her paws around his fourteen inch cock, guzzling every bit she could, while begging for his seed to fill her mouth once more. The increased musk sent her over the edge, craving his full length in her mouth and throat again, just like yesterday. She forced the throbbing hog inside, and just in time. Bandit grunted and groaned, only to scream in feral pleasure, his seed spewing into her throat. She swallowed with loud, cartoonish gulps. It was like drinking from a firehose, no end in sight. Bandit shoved her muzzle over his knot, trapping her once more. He could see her stomach filling with his seed, getting larger and larger.
That wasn’t the only thing getting larger, either. His body began to burn. Through the green haze of musk, he could see something growing on his chest. “What the heck?” Instinctively, he grabbed what he thought was a beach ball or something. A wave of euphoric sensations shot through him like a jolt of electricity. That’s not a beachball. Whatever it was, there were two of them, and they were getting larger! The combined sensations of Chili chuffing his cock in her mouth and whatever these were on his chest sent him to the moon. I must be getting loopy, he thought. There’s no way these are tits. His entire body was changing to match his new sweater puppies. Torso thinning, waist narrowing, legs and arms getting longer. Something about it felt familiar, but he didn’t understand why.
Chili, meanwhile, felt her body catching flame. Knotted to Bandit’s cock, she was helpless and could only feel what was happening. Heavy bags hung from her chest, only getting heavier. Her barrel-shaped body was shrinking as well, becoming the perfect, sexy beach body—the only difference was the sprouting member between her legs. Her puffy cookie remained, but a throbbing, red phallus was growing longer and thicker. As it touched the sand, she jolted and managed to knock her jaw free of Bandit’s knot. She fell backward, breathing heavily, taking in more of the musky breeze. As far as she could see, the beach was swept up in a thick fog of green musk. Her eyes quickly went hazy, green swirls replacing her beautiful eyes. “Oooooh, me head.” Chili moaned, clutching her throbbing skull.
Bandit stood from the towel, covered in caked sand. “We’re not done, Babe.” His eyes were filled with the hypnotic swirls as well. Where once was Bandit, now stood a buxom, FUTA beach babe. Bandit’s face was plastered over the shoulders of the sexy body, enormous J-cup breasts jiggling with each slight motion. His cock was erect and ready for round two.
All around them, the sounds of sloppy, intoxicated sex erupted. Chili didn’t care. Moolaalaba had become a Sex Beach, and that made it all the better.
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Bingo and Bluey were caught in a passionate embrace, Bluey leading the charge. She would not let go of Bingo. All the while, their bodies stretched, warped, and changed with the musky fog. They no longer resembled blocky, adorable pups but sexy, anthro canines. Their bodies were just like everyone else's, but the fur patterns were unique. Bingo reached for Bluey’s new supple breasts, fondling them and pulling at her nipples. Bluey moaned, letting Bingo caress her body. She felt something familiar brush against Bingo’s body. Bluey knew exactly what it was, but it wasn’t nearly as large as before. Bingo knew as well, with hers being equally large.
Bingo pulled her tongue out of Bluey’s mouth, strings of drool connecting them. “Haven’t we done well?” She asked coyly, grinding her fourteen inch cock against her sister’s. The innocent sister act was over. “You know what this is called, don’t you?” She began rubbing her cock against Bluey’s, their slick, sweaty members providing ample lubrication for the lewd act.
Bluey smirked. “Yeah. It’s called frotting,” Bluey said with a smirk. “I remember very well, thank you.” She grasped Bingo’s bubbly ass and sunk her fingers into the soft, jiggly flesh, pushing her harder against her slippery cock.
They were sinking in their personal sea of lust. Bingo sank her teeth into Bluey’s slim neckline, craving to mark her as property. As her teeth dug deeper and deeper, Bluey moaned louder. “Bingo! Mark me!” With every sharp breath, she took in more of the green musk, driving her further into sexually driven madness. MORE! Bluey screamed within her encumbered mind. FUCK! MORE! MORE! MORE! As their cocks ground and slid together, and Bingo’s teeth dug deeper, Bluey snapped. The hands that grasped Bingo’s plush cheeks slid forward and into her glistening cookie, stretching it wide.
Bingo’s mouth shot open, and she screamed with euphoria. Her untouched femininity was receiving its first real hit of stimulus. “GAH!” She panted, only to fall to the sand. Bluey slid out from underneath her and with one swift motion, had her cock pressed right against the dark entrance. How did she do that? Bingo was lost for words. She tried to swim the canals of carnal pleasure and ended up on the bottom. Bluey growled like a wild animal, withholding her desires for the right words. “Go ahead,” Bingo moaned helplessly.
Bluey didn’t waste any time obeying her sister’s wishes. She plunged her new hardware inside and to the knot, all fourteen inches of red rocket bulging her thin stomach. They both screamed. Bluey let her primal desires loose and began thrusting. Her first time plunging into a hot, moist hole, even when she was once human, and it was under the delicious seduction of musk. Bingo’s ass jiggled wildly as she pounded her pussy like a rapid-fire railgun. Drops of sweat were flying, making the already damp sand even wetter.
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“OH BISCUITS!” Bandit screamed as Chili slammed her ass down to his knot. It slid inside with a loud pop, followed by a pleasured scream from Chili, her voice blending with everyone else's on the beach. “Babe! FUCK!” Bandit’s train of thought was interrupted by Chili yanking herself off of his knot and thrusting herself back onto it again. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she lost herself in the heat from Bandit’s cock. Eyes running with tears, Chili leaned forward, sinking her hands into Bandit’s massive mammaries. “GAH!” He moaned. The sensations from his new puppies were sending him deeper into lust. “Do they always feel like that?”
“They do,” Chili moaned, trying to think while Bandit’s member filled her body to the brim. “Then there’s this.” With shocking dexterity, she thrust her face into Bandit’s J-cups, latched onto a nipple, and began sucking, all while continuing to pleasure herself on Bandit’s member. Her own cock sat between their bodies, getting caressed by two furry bodies at once. Their moist fur stimulated her, rubbing her up and down, left and right, her leaking precum only lubricating the experience. Bandit’s pleasured screams from his nipples being sucked mingled with the beach’s symphony of moans. Bandit grasped the towel beneath him and let the euphoria take over his body. Chili had complete control. She grasped his other nipple between her thumb and forefinger, twisting, pulling, and toying with it. More blissful squeaks escaped Bandit’s maw. There wasn’t any chance of him fighting back. His body was flaring with lust.
And that wasn’t the only thing, either.
Suddenly, his cock nearly doubled in girth. “FUCK!” Bandit shouted. He was drawn from his trance. “Chili, I’m gonna,” he gasped. “I’M GONNA!” He was interrupted again by Chili. She planted her lips against his. Their tongues coiled together, swapping spit. With no way to warn her, he let it be. Bandit started thrusting himself, doubling the force behind Chili’s assault on his member. He didn’t last much longer. His balls churned wildly as they worked up the batter to blast into their partner. Bandit could feel his entire body quiver as his climax hit him like a truck. Chili opened her eyes to stare at him, giving him a ‘go ahead, fill me’ look.
He let loose. Every drop of cum he had would be set free. He grabbed Chili’s ass once more and forced her onto his knot. Then, he let go. Cum flowed from his cock like a broken pipe in large, gushing flows. Bandit could feel Chili’s womb fill and inflate against his body, pushing her away. It wasn’t long before she was ripped away from her by the sheer amount of seed filling her body. Her face said it all. She was in her own little world. Each second made her stomach larger and larger, like an oversized beachball. Ripper.
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“Bluey!” Bingo cried. “I’m gonna cum!” A third blast of cum stained the sand beneath her as rope after rope shot from her cock.
“I haven’t cum yet, Bingo,” Bluey said through euphoric grunts. “We aren’t, GAH, done until I shoot!”
“I’m so tired,” Bingo complained. Her cookie was starting to get sore from the constant rubbing from Bluey’s cock. “Just cum already.”
Bluey groaned. Just like the little sister to wuss out early. “Fine, we’ll speed it up.” With one swift movement, she grabbed Bingo by the plush waist and spun her around so she faced upward. Bingo was so shocked that all she could do was ‘eep’ and shot her hands to the sand to support herself. Watching her jiggling titties and bouncing cock was just the push she needed. She could feel her length get harder and begin to throb. “Shit!” Bluey shouted. “I’m gonna cum already!”
“Oh really?” Bingo smirked. Taking a risk, she raised one of her arms and began fondling herself, grasping her nipple and pulling it. She couldn’t keep her screams contained. After being pounded for what felt like hours, it was no surprise that a simple touch in one of her erogenous zones would have been like a jolt of electricity. “Cum for me!”
Bluey opened her mouth, only to make a foolish sound. She thrust her knot inside, taking them both by surprise. Then the floodgates opened. Her jizz flowed inside, filling her womb and inflating it like a balloon. The sight of Bingo’s belly growing like a child’s inflatable made her balls rumble with excitement, doubling the amount of seed unloading into Bingo. Bluey’s mind went numb, her vision turning as green as the clouds of musk surrounded them completely.
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When the sun set over Moolaalaba that night, it was a sight to behold. The radiant colors burst forth over the sea, reflecting rays across and above the sand. The musk had finally begun to clear. Every purple, red, orange, and yellow hue slowly sank as the beachgoers came to their senses, half of whom were so loaded up with orgasmic juices that they could barely stand. Bandit and Chili lay in the beach towel, now stained with cum that leaked from both of their pussies. Both of their bellies were as large as a yoga ball with each other’s seed.
Two enormous shadows cast over them. They chuckled, seeing that their imagination had even affected them. “Mum. Dad.” Bandit stirred and turned over. “We have a car.”
Bandit laboriously turned over, his heavy belly and breasts weighing him down. When he opened his eyes, every ounce of weariness shot from his body. “HOLY!” He shot upright. “Chili!” He prodded his wife. “CHILI! Look!”
Chili moaned beside him. “Hmm?” She, too, struggled to push herself upright. “What?” When she saw what the girls had made, Chili lost her mind. “HOW?!”
“Imagination!” The two jumped up and down, their tits bouncing around with them.
As the family drove home in their Hovercar, they were the envy of everyone on the road. They pulled into their driveway, and a familiar face stared at them in amazement, and perhaps a little terror. “Hi, Wendy!” Bandit shouted as he stepped out of the car. His cock and tits bounced wildly. So did Bluey’s, Bingo’s, and Chili’s. The entire family had somehow remained their sexy, transformed selves after leaving the beach. A distinct musk followed them as they stepped inside.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Bluey said as they sat down in the family room. “Let’s play Baby Mode!” Instantly, enormous poofy diapers poofed into existence over Bandit, Chili, and Bingo’s waist, their cocks bulging the front of them.
“Oh… not Baby Mode…” Bandit sighed.
“Oh, I love Baby Mode!” Bingo shouted, squealing with joy. Her diaper crinkled and shuffled as she lept around.
Chili looked at the infantile garment that appeared on her new, sexy body. “Wait a second, why aren’t YOU a baby?”
“Someone has to be the Mom,” Bluey stated with an obvious tone. Chili mouthed an ‘oh’ without saying it aloud.
Bandit stomped his foot. “But I don’t wanna be a baby. We only just got back! I’m tired!”
“Uh oh,” Bluey cooed. “Someone is angwy.” She stood and approached Bandit. “What’s wrong, Bandy?” She booped his snoot. Suddenly, his eyes went blank, drool started oozing from his maw, and his body seemed to relax. “That’s right. Be a good boy, Bandit.”
Chili watched with confusion. “What are you doing, Bluey?” She was terribly frightened by Bandit’s sudden change in demeanor. However, Bandit started gurgling and babbling. “Oh, you did not.”
“Yes, I did.” Bluey raised her eyebrows smugly and placed her hands on her hips. “He was being naughty, so I told him to relax.” Bandit fell off the couch and started crawling toward the playroom. “See, he’s gonna go romp around.”
“DO IT TO MUM!” Bingo shouted excitedly.
“No, how about you don’t do it to Mum?” Chili asked nervously as she started backing away, only to be stopped by the arm of the couch. “Bluey, that’s enough.”
“Don’t be silly, Mum.” Bluey’s face showed no hostility, only play. “I’ll turn you and Dad back when we’re done.” Chili tried to escape over the edge of the couch, but she was too slow. Bluey booped her forehead, and she fell into the trance of Baby Mode.
“Yay! BABY MODE!” Bingo cheered as Chili fell to her knees and started crawling around, babbling mindlessly. Bluey then turned to Bingo, a mischievous smile on her face. “Wait… uh, I have an Anti-Baby Mode shield!” She held up her arm, and a glowing pink shield appeared. “AHA!” she challenged.
“Oh really?” Bluey raised her hands and twiddled her fingers menacingly. “There’s no escaping Baby mode, Bingo.” She pounced, only to bounce off the shield. Her tits jiggled wildly as she recovered on the floor. Chili crawled away into the playroom, not wanting to get caught up in the chaos.
Bandit had already started building a massive castle out of LEGOs. The turrets were under construction, but the main interior was up and running. He used all different colored blocks with reckless abandon. Guidebook be damned! Blocks stacked two-high represented the King and Queen. Chili crawled in and couldn’t help but stare at it. It was nearly as tall as her when she was on her hands and knees! Her regressed mind thought it was amazing. She approached the castle, wanting to knock it over, hearing the sounds of the blocks falling apart and scattering everywhere.
Bandit, however, knew how to protect his castle. He quickly crawled in front of his castle and let out a loud, “BAH!” His eyebrows were furrowed, staring directly at Chili. “BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!” He imitated a wild dog, not far from his current state of mind.
Chili was not deterred. She continued approaching the castle, wanting so badly to knock it all down. In a surprising move, she attempted to stand up. Her breasts were too heavy and made her fall back down! Bandit barked once more while he watched Chili try to stand. Unable to stand on her feet, she opted for scooting on her knees. With new mobility, she continued her warpath. It was no use. A dog that couldn’t even stand had no chance against a baby that had learned to stand on her knees! She scooted right past Bandit and swung her arms, sending the castle to the floor. Bandit, furious with this outcome, pounced on Chili, his muzzle pressing into her diaper.
It was a surprise for both of them. The shock from Bandit’s leap, and being sent to the ground, made Chili mess herself loudly and massively. Her diaper swelled rapidly and was quickly stained a dark, rancid brown. The smell was a new experience for Bandit’s infantile brain. He shoved his muzzle deeper into the diaper and took several wild sniffs. Chili kept her arms bent and close to her, unsure of what to do. She should get Mum’s attention, right? She messed herself. But… Whatever this boy was doing felt… really nice. It felt amazing! Her pee pee was getting harder and harder in her diaper, the bulge ever growing. Bandit’s nose followed the new smell coming from Chili’s cock and inspected it ravenously. Little did he know, while he was furiously huffing Chili’s heat, he was messing AND wetting his diaper. The weight from his waist finally got his attention as his own erection stretched his diaper to the floor.
Chili caught the scent of Bandit’s messy padding. Something awakened in her. She pushed Bandit to his back, crawled over top of him, and slapped her diaper over his face. All the while, she shoved her muzzle into his freshly soiled diaper. The stench coming from his diaper was overwhelming. Chili grabbed the edge of Bandit’s diaper and pushed her muzzle into his diaper. Concentrated musk bombarded her. The odor from his sweating manhood, his fresh mess, and the piss that coated the front of the diaper all mingled as one potent odor. One huff after another, she got hotter and hotter, her heat getting more intense. Her diaper was getting wetter as precum and juices from her pussy leaked into her diaper. Bandit remained underneath her, taking in all the wonderful, musky smells.
“You can’t stop me, Bingo!” The two had worked their way into the kitchen, Bluey jabbing her fingers at Bingo, only to have her touch be deflected by Bingo’s impenetrable Baby-Mode resistant shield. Bingo swatted her away and crawled onto the the dining room chair, then carefully stood atop the kitchen table, her shield in front of her.
“It’s over, Bluey! I have the high ground!” Bingo lowered the shield just enough to see her without her vision being tinted pink.
Bluey spread her arms wide, goading Bingo to come and thwack her. “You underestimate my power,” she said smugly. Her fingers sparked with Baby-Mode power, cranking it up to 11. She crouched, ready to jump.
“Don’t try it,” Bingo cried. She raised her shield.
Bluey leapt, her fingers shooting sparkling, Baby-Mode lightning. As she flew through the air, Bingo’s shield deflected Bluey’s powers, sparks of electricity coursing through the translucent shield. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bingo shouted obstinately. She panted heavily. She would not succumb to Baby-Mode. Her eyes closed, waiting for either Bluey to land behind her or the lightning to cease. However, neither of those happened. Instead, Bluey fell on top of her.
“GAAAAH!” Bluey shouted manically. She had landed directly onto the shield. All the stored energy had started flowing into her, not only regressing her mind, but also her body. Bluey’s massive tits shrank, and her cock shriveled to a mediocre size. Her body was shrinking at a rapid rate. In her hubris, she had Baby-Moded herself. The energy stored in the shield sparked and cracked, sending light throughout the kitchen, spilling onto the veranda. Bingo looked away.
When the chaos had stopped, she dared to look. A young Bluey was delicately resting on her cracked and fractured shield. “Dawn it,” she said in a young voice. “Guess you win, Bingo.”
With one hand, Bingo pulled the toddler into her arms. “Does this mean I’m Mum then?” Bluey crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. “Yes…” She tossed the shield away, and it fizzled into nothing. “Hey, what happened to Bandit and Chili?”
“Uh…” Bluey was wide-eyed. “I no know.” The two slid off the table and started looking throughout the house. They didn’t have to look long, though. They knew they were around somewhere when a pungent odor hit them. “That’s Dad.” Bingo let her nose lead the way to the playroom, where she was not surprised to see the two of them snoofing each other’s diapers. “Come on, you two. Really?” They didn’t flinch, instead maintaining their snoofing.
Their diapers had only gotten bigger and messier. A thick miasma had settled around the ceiling of the playroom, pouring outside and into the neighborhood.
“Whoa,” Bluey said. “Huge diapees.” She wriggled out of Bingo’s hands, falling to the floor, and crawled over to them. With one strong whiff, her eyes went hazy. A loud grumble echoed from her small stomach. Instantly, her diaper exploded in size, stained with mess. Bluey giggled as she continued huffing her parents’ musk and filling her diaper.
“Really?” Bingo asked with a sigh. Her stomach grumbled. “Oh no.” She clenched her asshole, trying to hold it in, but she had breathed in too much of the musk. Bingo unloaded her bowels into the diaper, weighing her down instantly. She fell to the floor with a loud squish, her fresh mess spreading around her bubbly rear. Her brain went soft, savoring the warm feeling of her shit caressing her ass. “Ooooooh, that’s nice.” Her cock bulged in her diaper, larger than ever. Bingo crawled toward her parents, eager to snoof directly from the course. Bandit’s diaper was so large, brown, and squishy.
Bandit, lost in his own little world, felt another muzzle press into his diaper. His cock rocketed in size, shooting into Chili’s mouth. The stained member sat on her tongue, the taste of feces meeting her for the first time. However, she was too lost in the sauce to protest. Her tongue coiled around it, tasting not only Bandit’s shit, but also the piss that had clung to it. Forget musk, these new flavors were out of this world! The pleasurable sensations from Chili’s tongue only made him harder, and more of his cock slid into her mouth. Chili sucked on it like a pacifier, her drool wicking away all the new tastes that she had just discovered. Her member grew hard as well, grinding against Bandit’s muzzle.
Bingo flipped over onto her back, shoving her muzzle into Bandit’s diaper. Her bulge was on the verge of ripping her own messy padding. She prodded at it, pleasuring herself and caressing her long, girthy cock. HOLY COW! Bingo thought as she was sinking deeper into lust. Her asshole stretched as another fresh load left her body and widened her diaper. It reminded her of when Bluey was fucking her senseless on the beach. Were her loads always that big? She kept pushing, wanting her asshole to hold its size. Quickly, her diaper inflated, adding its stench to the ever-growing aura in the room.
Bluey couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to huff it from the source. The biggest, messiest diaper was Bingo’s! That’s the one she wanted. She crawled over to the shaking, taut diaper. As she rammed her face into it, the plush garment ripped down the middle, unleashing and covering her in Bingo’s feces, a load of it piling onto her immediately, with more logs coming from upstream. She had found herself in heaven. The overwhelming smell put her on cloud 9. Bluey grabbed handful after handful and rubbed them over her body, staining her beautiful blue fur with brown smears.
Enough was enough. Bandit grabbed Chili’s diaper and ripped it open, revealing her messy, shit covered holes. Just like his partner, he took her load and slathered it all over himself, too. Only then did he shove his hands into Chili’s gaped pussy, enthralled in the sensory experience of her moist insides against his arm. Chili shouted, but didn’t try to stop him. Her cock throbbed between them, not freed of it’s padded prison.
Bingo wasn’t one to be left out of the fun, either. Now that her cock was freed, she reached for it. With one hand, she stroked her shit stained member, while the other toyed with her tits.
The incestuous orgy continued until they all reached orgasm. Even then, they kept at it. Chili spewed her cum between herself and Bandit. Bingo coated herself with her own seed, all while defecating more and more. Bluey was buried deeper and deeper in her sister’s shit. Deep into the night, they let themselves sink farther down into depravity.
Their miasma grew so thick, that it spilled into the neighborhood and transformed the neighbors. The Retreiver household became a futanari orgy. Wendy and Judo started making out and fucking like it was a thing to do. The cul-de-sac didn’t stand a chance.
At last, nightfall. The surrounding area of the Heeler residence quieted down, leaving only the ambient sound of the outback.
Every dog in the neighborhood lay asleep.
Not in their beds, but in the pure afterglow of intercourse.
On the floors.
Propped against kitchen counters.
Even outside.
A peaceful rest after such an intensely blissful night.
But soon, the lingering scents faded.
The sun rose again.
The Heeler family woke to find themselves sticky, musky, and covered in scat.
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“So…” Chili said as she stood up, small bits of mess dropping from her body.
“Wanna do it again?”
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