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Kioga, Xian, and Wesley returned to the room, where they found Evan and Lugo in diapers playing a video game. Clench'd Houls Diaper-Steed Warriors.

What a goddamn pun and shameless knockoff that was.

"So how was that a commercial?" Kioga demanded, crinkling as he stomped about the room. The cheetah stroked over his engorged belly. It was like he'd swallowed a mini refrigerator! Wes wasn't looking too great himself: his basketball jersey no longer fit over his paunch, but instead rested on top of it to show off that inordinate bulge.

Xian grinned, curtsying in his dress. "We at Ferris-Chalmpers interface with people directly."

"Simple but effective. Fine." Kioga growled, then winced as his stomach gurgled. "Ow, God. What was that Anal Londo magicraft you put in us?"

"Oh, you'll see," Xian innocently whistled, sneaking behind Lugo and Evan and reaching between their legs to check their padding.

"Hmm, wet and wet. Already," he sighed, "We go through diapers like tissues." Then he saw the bottles of beer alongside both of them. "Mystery solved. Say, Kioga and Wes, why don't you take a walk? Not necessarily with Kioga's new girlfriend and boyfriend Karen and Harold, but you know, get some fresh air?"

Lugo pooted to prove their point. Xian opened the balcony window.

Kioga and Wes were both leaning back, bracing their backs with their paws.

"Yeah, that could be a good idea," Kioga grunted. "Or is this part of your terrible experiment?"

The eunuch artotic grinned. "Oh, maybe or maybe not!"

"That's a yes," Wes said as he waddled out, holding a paw to his belly.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The evening streets were lively with the sound of drunken and excited revelers, the town of Anal Londo caught in a free-for-all of "Mardi Gras, but with more sex" with sentinels in full plate armor and police radios patrolling the pavement.

Kioga and Wes waddled along, Kioga looking like a fat toddler with skinny limbs. With the amount his firm tummy pushed up his jersey, Wes was basically wearing a sports bra. The crowd about them took notice as they trundled up the streets, and the more curious ones, especially females in their mid-twenties above, came right up to the two males to ogle their enormous paunches.

"You're so big!" one cooed, stroking Kioga's tummy. She was a curvy lioness in a printed sundress reading "Look at the Sun!" and when the wind blew, it revealed that she too was wearing a souvenir diaper, though she put it on wrong: it was backwards and the tapes were skewed. "I didn't know men could get pregnant, but we are in Anal Londo!"

She reached down and patted the front of his diaper, but her paw remained a little long and squeezed his groin. "You're probably going to need this. When my girlfriend was as big as you, she was getting up to go every twenty minutes."

Kioga thought he may have seen her from the crowd in the hallway, and now couldn't stop staring at her botched diaper-job as her dress fluttered around it.

Funny how many people are just an inch away from a fetish, he thought_. They just need some inspiration. Though she's going to leak, bad!_

The lioness played with his pleated waistband, resting her breasts against his tummy. "That was so crazy what you did in the hallway. Can I go next?"

"Sally!" her girlfriends shouted, then yanked her by the diaper, which promptly tore and exposed her perky, plump rear end.

"Ah, you bitch!" Sally cackled, then chased after them, her bare bum bouncing all the way.

Sally was right. Because of his belly, Kioga felt a continuous, immense pressure against his bladder, so when he bought a yard-long souvenir drink, the cup shaped like a greatsword, it went right through him in a matter of minutes. It was so quick, that when he reached toward bottom of his cup, the straw and his cock seemed directly connected, and he wet his padding at the same time he drank down the last few ounces. With that telltale hiss, his diaper swelled and grew warm to match the warmth flooding his head.

Wes couldn't keep an erection down under his great, firm belly, which brought another set of girls and guys altogether. Some were in Anal Londo fetish gear, harnesses, leather thongs, full plate armor with the crotch cut out, the latter of which Wes really liked. There was one guy--or girl--in shining full plate and a puffy black diaper (he couldn't tell whether it was wet or not. But an odor hit his nose and he knew it was definitely a little messy), and another with a gigantic horse cock hanging down to his knees, banging against the metal plating with soft stamps.

Wesley the coyote was a decently-endowed guy. He had a few girlfriends and boyfriends over the years--never Kioga, funny enough--who, after the point of consummation, Wesley generally topping, would complement him on the reasonable size of his cock.

"I mean, it doesn't look big, but I could actually get it in me!" his lovers would say.

There had been one inordinately stretchy otter he had known, who after their first fuck never called him again.

"I need horses or bigger," the bitchy little priss had said, then slid off Wesley's fully-formed knot with the simplicity of slipping out of a nightgown.

It was in this manner of light compliments that males and females noted his cock, fully swaddled in his jockstrap. The horse was the first to note it, beginning by rubbing over Wesley's belly and saying, "I've heard of a beer gut but you've got an entire keg!" and then moved down to his cotton-nylon tent with the yellow stain on front.

The armored horse, squatting down so that his cock hung about his ankles, teased the tip. "You've got a perky little fella down there," he said, squeezing the spire, stroking down the firm length, "hard as a rock; I bet you could chip diamonds."

Wes shivered as the horse, gargantuan in his own right and growing hard, played with his little pecker. Sure enough, as the coyote rocked his hips into the horse's chainmail gauntlet hand, his cock squirted pre into his jockstrap not a few inches from the helmeted head.

A chuckle echoed through that helmet, then the horse pushed the metal visor up to reveal his face. "Leaky boy, aren't you?" he asked, moving down to fondle his swathed balls. "You know they make male guards. Don't need a whole diaper like that kitty-cat over there with the belly ... or my messy girl."

"Hey!" shouted the other knight, clanking up to him.

The horse reached under her with his other hand and squeezed the bottom of her diaper, squishing her mess against her rump and groin. Like Wesley, she melted in his hand, her moans echoing in her helmet.

"Ooof!" Kioga said, suddenly doubling over. A rapid-fire series of muffled poots came from his diaper, then a long, low one. "How are you holding up, Wes? Feels like I have a python wriggling around in my guts!"

Wes's rump was exposed to the whole world, the straps of his jock holding up his perky rump cheeks. He hadn't given it much thought, but now that he did ...

He felt kinda empty, and the horse's gloved finger that was now teasing his anus wasn't helping.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he whispered down at the horse, watching him nuzzle his balls and his wadded-up cock. "I'm just fine! Use your diaper if you need to."

"Probably going to need another real soon!" Kioga groaned, stumbling over to the group, holding his stomach.

Wes's bladder felt full, more than anything. Full and strangely enough, heavy. After this horse sucked him off, he thought as the knight's big lips wrapped around the cotton, moistening the tip, it'd be time for a nice piss.

Except it was getting really painful.

Wes pursed his lips and breathed through his mouth, putting aside an incredible omorashi pressure and concentrated on the horse slobbering, sucking on his jockstrap package, seeing that he was nearly hitting his chin with his own gargantuan horse cock.

Kioga was busy with Sally, who with the help of her drunk and giggling girlfriends, had taped up into a new diaper and forgotten the sundress altogether, her breasts hanging free in the breeze. The lioness had taken the small cheetah into her arms and was stroking his head as he nuzzled at her chest, cooing as he grunted and writhed.

"Does kitty need to make boom-boom?" she asked with a purr. Her girlfriends had surrounded him, and some were taking videos and selfies while another couple ran off for drinks.

They were in for the long haul.

"Mm-hmm!" he squirmed, and then when Sally kissed his head, he relaxed, and his body took its course. He felt his ring spread and his rectum relax, and then came the long, slithering snake of his mess, folding over itself in the seat of his diaper before piling up and pressing back up against his rump, which continued to push out more and more cheetah feces into the padded seat.

Sally felt the cheetah's body convulsing, so she purred into the top of his head, licking at an ear. "Good boy, let it all out ..."

"Unf, I don't know if you want to be here for this," Kioga groaned, lapping at her teat in between grunts and pushes. "Oh God, what did I eat?!"

Her girlfriends began with raucous, excited laughter as they saw their first adult diaper sag and expand, watching in wonder as it swelled out behind the cheetah's legs. They held their noses in anticipation, but strangely, as Sally would attest, the stink never came.

"How much is in there?!" one exclaimed as she returned with drinks, passing them out as she stared at the cartoon garment blowing up like a balloon. The cheetah's belly began to shrink from a huge paunch to a small pudge.

Wesley looked back at the excitement, his ears burning with the slurping and snorting of that horse knight gulping at his moderate package, absolutely soaking the material with spit. As he watched Kioga mess his diaper, his own bowels rumbled in empathy.

"Hey sport, this is going to turn into a Blumpkin real fast if you don't finish up."

The horse's girlfriend, species still unknown and lightly smelling of stink, clanked around the two and took her glove off. "Well, better loosen you up, then!" she laughed through her helmet, then lifted the visor just enough, spat in her paw, and slid a few fingers in.

This had a similar-but-different effect on him, for when the knight's fingers nudged his prostate, his bladder released, and released hard. "Piss! It's piss," Wes grunted, but the horse only redoubled his efforts, putting his long, wet maw around the entirety of the coyote's package.

It came out in spurts and dribbles, then fired off into one long stream, soaking through the fabric of his jockstrap and running down the horse's throat. The horse's girlfriend let out a groan of disappointment, and dug her fingers in farther to Wes's ass, soon her entire hand, in the search for something to break apart.

Wes felt the knight's wrist pass his anus, and marveled at the stretchiness he had back there. Maybe he could take the horse's cock after all ... after the horse was done with their watersports.

"How can you still be going?!" Wes heard in one ear, then looked backward toward Kioga, who not only had nearly lost his belly, but had fallen to his hands and knees as his diaper expanded to the size of a beach ball, strange grey filth leaking out the leg holes in smooth, coiling snakes that occasionally broke off. By the crackling sound of a straining diaper and the constant flow piling between his legs, it was clear he was still evacuating his bowels. With loud, agonized snaps, Kioga's tapes failed and the front of his diaper fell open, his erect cock and and undercarriage completely coated in the stuff.

"Ech, what is this, play-doh?" the horse suddenly asked. Wes looked down at his jock, which was swollen to the size a large sausage and still growing.

It hung and twitched out in front of him, stained the same grey color. Wes thought it was some bizarre hallucination, but then realized that he was still pissing ... but none of it was dribbling.

The coyote really felt the weight of his package, and apologetically petted the other knight's head as he squirmed himself off the fist in his rectum.

How much of this bulge between my legs is actually me? And what's the rest of it?!

"Kioga, we have a huge problem here!" Wes said as he strained against the weight tugging at the front of his hips, waddling around what he thought were his balls. His basketball jersey fell to his waist, his belly having gone down.

That was a great relief on its own, but then he felt a different weight occupying his chest.

"This is really fucked up, sport; how are you ... doing all of that!?"

I don't know!" Kioga shouted, his hackles raised as the rest of his diaper fell away, buried in the thick, endless log spooling from his anus.

Wes stumbled as his jock grew to the size of his (Length) of his leg, dragging on the ground, and swelled between his thighs like two full beach balls, spreading his legs. Burdened by the weight, Wes fell to his knees and ripped his jockstrap off, then went about pushing the grey filth out from around his cock, digging and digging until he revealed the hot pink flesh, which had grown in size to beat that of the horse. His balls underneath were two cantaloupes, and smelled of a delicious musk.

"Oh fuck, what did Xian do to us?!" Wes shouted, then saw as Kioga tried to do the same, crawling out from the massive brackish, stinking pile that had easily exceeded his own mass. In his moment of distraction, Wes had leaned back into his own mucky "piss" pile. When he tried to extract his enormous, swollen cock, he found it stuck up to the knot. "Oh God, no, this is not happening!" he wailed, and then felt the blob's warmth enfold his organ.

Pleasure shot through Wes's body, and he felt himself stop pissing, or so he thought. The parts of him screaming at him to run were now fighting against an overwhelming lust.

After all, they were in Anal Londo, a place where the best kind of shenanigans would be talked about for years!

Then again, Anal Londo was had also a cruel sense of humor.

This sexual depravity could come at a cost, couldn't it?

Wes found himself humping what felt like a long, tight, wet, unlimited rectum, the "anus" tight around his knot. His balls softly thumped against the clay beneath, which had seemed to form a pair of balls on its own.

Kioga pushed and strained, sweat pouring from his brow.

The crowd around them had grown considerably, and while some screamed in horror to "Kill it with Fire!" "It's the Spunk of Man!" the police officers had shown up, including the one who had shit his pants and replaced them with a nice Diaper of the Scatinels, advised them this is just part of the world.

"These boys will be fine ... probably. But they're going to get wrecked!"

"I don't want to get wrecked!" Kioga shouted, then with one final push his coiling turds stopped, so he struggled up to his feet and tried to waddle forward.

Then realize the cable coming out of his ass had grown solid, and anchored him to the blob heap behind him. "Oh shit, no."

Kioga tried to run, reaching back to pop that cable out of him, but he felt it grow a knot and shaft deep within his bowels, going through his rectum and snaking around the first ... and second ... bend of his large intestine. To his horror, it wriggled in his body, bulging just below his rib cage.

The blob followed him, little tentacles spooling out to grab his ankles, then his arms, and drew up on him in a creeping, sticky roll.

Wes snapped out of his reverie, and tried to stop humping, but the bowel just exerted more pressure on his enlarged cock. The coyote rolled his eyes back, awash with pleasure.

Wracked with sensual ecstasy, he continued fucking the shapely buttocks that was forming under him, placing his paw on the strong back that was taking shape, his legs slapping against the backs of thighs, when suddenly he felt a distinct weight and wetness on his chest.

"What the?" he grunted, then looked down to see that not only did he have an ungodly cock and fat, musky balls, but a pair of big, weighty breasts the size of cantaloupes, same as his balls.

He was also lactating.

His ears burning as pleasure radiated from his leaking nipples and cock, the coyote reached back between his legs, just behind his balls.

No pussy, thank god. He was just a dickgirl waifu, not full herm.

"Kioga, we have to get out of this? How do we break this, do we orgasm?"

"Fire!" one of the crowd shouted.

"No, not fire!" Wes shouted back, "my dick's in here!"

"Nice tits!" Sally shouted. She and her drunk girlfriends had their camera phones out and were cheering.

Sally even had a paw down the front of her diaper, fingering her wet cunt.

Kioga was fighting the blob forming behind him, which was slowly taking shape into the top half of a dragon, a set of balls swelling out between Kioga's calves as the deep-penetrating tentacle inside him slithered back through his intestines and formed a large cock, stretching and filling him up to the first bend, past his rectum.

Kioga groaned, the organ pulsing against everything inside his lower torso.

The dragon's head, half-formed and still round, dripping with bits of his grey scat, leaned around Kioga's shoulder and a formed arm tilted the cheetah's face to meet his, then gave him a deep tongue kiss.

His forked tongue slithered into Kioga's mouth, over his tongue, and down his throat.

Kioga let out a muffled mewl as the dragon pinned his arms back against its chest, keeping the cheetah spreadeagle as he began to fuck him deep.

"Holy shit, how stretchy are you?!" the horse knight shouted, hard as a rock and dripping with fear. His girlfriend clung to him, clanking against his armor, and whined as she filled the back of her diaper even more, the garment sagging with a prominent bulge.

Harold and Karen, having wandered out like the rest to the grotesque spectacle, held each other as they wet themselves, feeling each other's diapers grow warm.

Wes's breasts swelled against his jersey until they ripped the top of it altogether, freeing them to the open air to bounce on his chest, over the dragon's ass and newly-formed thick tail, squirting milk up and down its back as he passionately fucked its tight ring.

Then he felt the beast crawl forward, dragging him with it.

The dragon had transformed, from two enormous piles of excrement, into two dragon halves. But there were two sets of balls, Wes realized as the front half shuffled toward him, fucking Kioga senseless along the way. It turned around and connected with the back half, the balls merging into one hefty sac as Wes hopelessly fucked the dragon's backside, his own hefty balls slapping against them all the way.

Wes felt the dragon's tail snake around and tease his anus. They were well past the point of no return, so the coyote tried to relax, and was rewarded by a long, slick member penetrating his own ass.

The crowd had cheered when the dragon reunited, and photos rapid fired, videos broadcasting it all.

The dragon sucked and grunted at Kioga's mouth, growling in deep lust as he fucked and kissed the thing that had just birthed him, generously groping at Kioga's modest cock as he drove his own massive member into the cheetah's bowels over and over.

Wesley had to blush, not only from the dragon's own luxurious, wet slit, but from the smooth tail pushing deep inside him. Wes writhed and bucked as that tail slithered inside him, teasing his prostate relentlessly.

Then he blushed further as he scented a familiar stink.

Wes had not been clean after all, and as the dragon's tail speared itself inside Wes and pulled back out, it wound up covered in coyote crap, which then transferred to the coyote's pert rump as it speared him again.

"Oh, shit, no," Wes shivered, which got the dragon's attention. Looking back at the coyote deep in its ass and seeing the streaks of milk painted up and down its back, it chirred and put its mouth around one of Wesley's teats, nursing on its "mother" (or father?) as the three continued their entanglement.

Wes was close, so close, as the dragon's warm muzzle suckled on his breast, as it speared his messy ass, as its own bowels responded to Wesley's cock and squeezed back against him.

Stars in his eyes, Wes pet the dragon's head and, not knowing if it spoke English, just said, "I'm really close, puppy. Or hatchling, I gotta... oh!"

Wes wrapped his upper half around the dragon's head, pressing his breasts into its face as his balls clenched up and a torrent of semen gushed out into the dragon's bowels, filling the dragon up and still going, leaking back out. The dragon's tail sped up on fucking him, droplets of nasty coyote crap flecking on the coyote's clean legs and the back of his enormous, churning balls.

The dragon pushed Kioga firmly on its cock and released, flooding the skinny cheetah until Kioga's belly swelled up.

Kioga let off his own little stream of semen into the night, a few innocent ropes spackling on the street.

They stayed there, locked in the afterglow, wrapped around each other, until the horse knight sauntered forward. His own cock spent and drooling, also covered in crap, he threw down a stone that shouted, "Very good!"

Behind him, his girlfriend lay on her back, legs splayed over an open, messy diaper.

Everyone applauded.

As all good things come to an end, he three eventually disconnected. When the dragon pulled out, Kioga waddled a few steps until he couldn't take it, then squat in front of a crowd one hundred strong and gushed dragon cum out of a spent and prolapsed anus, coating this ankles and footpaws until the puddle was several feet wide.

The dragon pulled its tail out of Wes a little too quickly, so Wes felt a turd squirt out and plop down behind him. When Wes navigated his knot past the dragon's anus and wriggled out, the dragon's bowels released, a torrent of coyote cum and acrid dragon crap nearly burying him up to the waist.

The dragon picked Wes up and set him down out of the mess, revealing a coyote with a cock that dangled to his knees, balls that hung behind him (if he were ever to keep his legs together), covered up to the waist in shit.

And a pair of swollen, lactating breasts.

"Sheesus," Wes finally said, stumbling about the place, wondering if he'd ever wear pants again, "I thought we were going on a simple adventure."

Kioga laughed, stretching out and completely naked, feeling limber and oh so lithe. "From all this craziness, I could have died," he said.

As he relaxed, his sheath sprang a leak, his weak bladder emptying out in an innocent golden stream.

He shrugged.

"I'll grab a diaper eventually. Methinks we could explore Anal Londo in the nude."

A deep voice came from behind them. "Mommy?"