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ReWarp was always one of those places that you never thought you'd really like to go to, but once you give it a try, you're always drawn back over and over again. Sure, for a lot of folks, the place was super cheezy, trying to cash in on that modern aesthetic all the rage with some of the more "hipster" crowds. For James and his buddies, though? It was a prime spot to meet up at and chill out after a long week of work. Of course, they'd been meeting up there long before it was called ReWarp. It had been owned by a family friend of James' for a long time, but like the rest of life, things had to change at some point, and eventually some retail mogul offered that friend a price he couldn't refuse. The wolf didn't mind too much -- it was less the place than it was the friends he was there with that mattered -- but even that seemed to be changing lately. They had always been a close-knit group, hanging out together for a long time since they were kids. Together, the group was a sort of circle of success, pulling each other up to make sure they all were at their best, even in the toughest of times. The effort showed; their achievements of excellence spanning well through school and into their college years, most finishing quickly with honors, or locking down some huge position at some company before their school years were even done. James liked to think that he had some role to play in all of it, but just like with ReWarp, things had to change. As time moved on, their meetings were becoming less and less frequent, people drifting apart as they settled into their new routines. Part of him wished he could spend more time with his friends; just like the good ol' days. It was a hassle and a half to get everyone together tonight! Then, to top it all off, now there was this new guy, Mattie. Mattie was a young gray fox who had sort of inserted himself in the friend group without James even noticing. He was a mutual friend of one of James' friends, but he could never quite remember whose, exactly. Regardless, he started to show up more and more frequently as time went on, hanging around like a bad smell. The rest of the group really seemed to like him, but James couldn't stand him. It wasn't that Mattie was immediately offensive or anything. In fact, he was rather mild mannered most of the time, kind of sweet, and for the most part stuck to the background. James might have even been sweet on him had the circumstances been different. The problem came whenever James tried to tell a story: it felt like Mattie couldn't let a single one of James' anecdotes go without one-upping him. If James went skiing, Mattie had been going every year since he was 12. If James heard a hot new band, Mattie had heard of them before their first gig. If James got a promotion at work, well Mattie was just promoted to the fuckin' CEO. The only thing that James really knew about him was that some folks heard he was doing research at the local college, but for what it was exactly they couldn't say. That, and that he could feel the impending headache before Mattie even walked through the door. James always called them headaches, because that's all he would feel as he saw Mattie meandering his way on through the front door, usually trailing behind the rest of the group; James' job always let out early, giving him ample time to show up and have the table ready. And here Mattie didn't even have the decency to show up on time. Though, on closer inspection, it was easy for James to see why he might be late today. While previous encounters had Mattie clearly wearing whatever was laying around his apartment that day; today was different. Mattie actually looked presentable for once, decked out in a pristine vest attire from head-to-toe. The change was honestly surprising for James, and somewhere -- deep within the recesses of his mind -- was some assemblance of thought that maybe, just maybe, Mattie was changing for the better. That is until he sat down at the table. He didn't really address anyone, for the most part, instead resigning himself to fiddle with his fancy watch. James hadn't seen him with it before, but assumed it was just part of the getup for today. Regardless whether or not Mattie was turning a new leaf, James was determined not to let that insufferable aggrandizer get the better of him this time. No matter what Mattie said, if James even got a whiff of dishonesty from it, he'd call Mattie out right then and there. Maybe a few times being caught with his pants down might make Mattie wise up, or, better yet, just leave the group entirely. "So," James started, "I'm glad everyone could come by today. I know the past few weeks have been hard on all of us, but taking some time to relax here and there DOES help, even if it's just a little bit. So, to us!" Everyone at the table raised a glass in a blissful congratulatory celebration. The horse brothers Hank and Richard, and that genius dragon, Arthur, drained their drinks and raised their hands for a second round. Even Mattie, whose eyes were still locked onto his watch, raised his glass. It was curious; the rest of the group seemed to ignore him outright as they cheered on about making it through another work week. After their traditional toast, the group fell into the usual quiet chatter among themselves, the conversations usually only between one or two people, and rarely the whole group. This didn't bother James; he knew that it would be hectic for one conversation to dominate the whole table, and besides, it was easier to talk to Hank about sports than it was to talk to the entire group about some subject they all enjoyed. It was a diverse group after all, even as small as it was. The only one that didn't talk to anyone else was Mattie, who was still absorbed in his fancy little watch. No matter. The less Mattie spoke the better, and if his new smartwatch was more important than his friends, then at least there was a chance the whole get-together could pass without him butting heads with the young fox. Eventually the group got around to talking about old highschool hijinks, one of the few shared interests they all had. Hank talked about that time they teepeed the football field, Richard talked about breaking into the school to change James' grades, and Arthur talked about the late nights spent together the summer after senior year with a wistfulness and nostalgia that made James feel old. Mattie was skipped - he never hung out with the group in high school. After that, it was James' turn. It was a classic tale amongst the group. The last weekend of high school, everyone gathered at the twins' house for a well-needed party, finally free from the binding chains of senior year. Everyone who was anyone was there, including an assortment of old highschool sweethearts. The party made the seedy clubs look tame in comparison; a host of kegs, booming music, and horny teens kept the fun going way into the wee early mornings, all courtesy of the twins living in a huge mansion on a few dozen acres of land. There weren't any cops for miles to ruin the fun. The rest of the group was well aware of the rest of the events of that night, but, to commemorate the first successful gathering in ages, they let James finally divulge what happened as he headed upstairs with his sweetheart, Maddie. Maddie was seeing someone at the time, and it was downright impossible for her to get around without setting off red flags for her boyfriend. That night, though? That was James' chance. It was a calculated plan between the group, the Twins keeping tabs on everyone and keeping the party under control, Arthur keeping lookout, all while James and Maddie disappeared into the recesses of the upper floors of Twins' house. Those two were gone for what felt like hours, an amalgamation of carnal bliss and libido-infused stamina as James finally burst from his shell, getting what he wanted and sticking it to her bastard of a boyfriend, Ryan. The boys were all nodding their head wildly like a bunch of horndogs, everyone in a wild furor of laughter and tipsy happiness as they recall that fateful night; it was one of their greatest acts from back then as they stuck it to Maddie's creep boyfriend. So happy, in fact, that no one noticed the small smile creeping onto Mattie's face as he clicked something on his watch. The laughter continued for a while until it naturally subsided; thankfully ReWarp was surprisingly empty tonight. Empty, though, did not describe how James was feeling. Whittling away the time with his buddies along with the ever-increasing consumption of alcohol, a growing pressure in his lower body could only signify one thing: nature calls. "Well boys, I'll be back! Dam's just about round to burst!" he chuckled as he stood up, giving his limbs a good stretch before hoofing it to the back, completely unaware of Mattie and his now tear-filled eyes. As soon as James was safely out of sight, Mattie let a single crocodile tear spill over onto his cheek. The twins were chatting to each other, but Arthur, with no one else to talk to, took notice. "Mattie?" he asked quietly. "Is everything alright?" The young fox widened his eyes and looked away. "O-Oh, yes uh... everything's fine." As socially awkward as he might have been in high school, the dragon had matured enough to know when someone was this blatantly lying about their emotional state. Even if Arthur hadn't caught on, though, Hank and Richard had caught on and were tuning in. "Oh c'mon ya baby, you're too obvious," Hank said with a sigh. "Out with it, we're all men here." Though annoyance tinged his words, it was obvious he was genuinely concerned; the buff horse was trying to catch up with this new 'showing emotions' part of masculinity. "Yeah, you're just as part of this group as anyone," added Richard. Of course, Richard couldn't quite remember when or why Mattie started showing up; probably Arthur or James' friend. "We're all open here, you can tell us." Mattie simpered a moment, relishing the concern as long as he could before heaving a quiet sigh. "Well, like... I just can't believe James left me out of the story, again." The rest of the group stirred in confusion. Had he? Before anyone could protest, the young fox continued, "It's one thing to forget who I am, but to mistake me for Maddie? Maddie wasn't even at the party!" He leaned back, crossing his arms. "Honestly, I think he hates me. It feels like he always leaves me out because he doesn't want to admit he fell for a dude. It really pisses me off." The group paused all at once, as if they were trying to understand a complex math problem, then they settled back in their seats, looks of confusion replaced by mild annoyance. "Yeah, you're right!" said Arthur, frowning. "I never noticed how he always replaces you with Maddie, but I don't ever remember him just admitting it was you." Hank butted in with a cocksure "Oh, I noticed!" but before he got a chance to continue on, Richard cut in with a surly growl. "No you didn't, or you woulda said something by now. Kinda shitty how his insecurity broke up Maddie and Ryan." After a moment of quiet, he raised his brows at the group's blank stares. "What, you guys didn't hear? James told his story to the wrong person. Ryan heard and broke it off! Just before the poor guy was about to propose, too." There was nothing you could say to that. The group held their heads down together in shame, even Mattie covering his face. "And to think it was all cause he wanted to get all up on my dick..."

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James was frustrated as he sat down in the big stall, staring up at the fluorescent lighting dimly illuminating the room. He knew with every fiber of his being as he fiddled his pants to the floor around his ankles that somehow, some way, Mattie would do something to 1-up the story. It was a major defining moment for all of them as friends, and he knew that Mattie would fuck around with things like always. Maybe prop the same set of events but with some big name cheerleader. Or brag and fiddle about how big his dick was and how it made his score moan out to the heavens with glee. Or like how his fuck was in on it too, being a cheating little shit as they went up to get it on. His mind wavered around the thoughts for admittedly a bit longer than he would have liked, as peering down from above, he'd notice his own cock rock hard. His mind threw itself into a bit of a panic, frantically justifying the random hard-on to the different scenarios popping up in his head, and definitely not the result of him fantasizing about Mattie directly. He quickly cleaned himself up, wanting not to be away from his friends for too long, and let Mattie mess with them again. He stuffed his still-hard member down into his pants, before making his way back out, struggling a bit as his clothes now adhered rather tightly to his body.

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Before they could change the topic, James came back from the bathroom. "So, what did I miss?" he said brightly. Then, noticing everyone's sour glares at him, he frowned and slowly sat down. "What's up? Did I say something wrong?" No one replied for a moment. Mattie wiped a tear away, and Arthur finally stepped in, unwilling to let the awkward moment go on. "Oh, we were just telling more stories." A quick pause. "It's uh, your turn again. What else do you remember?" James paused for a moment before shrugging it off, chalking it up to a story bringing up a sour note. With Arthur on the mind, though, that reminded him of another story. "Hey Arthur! Remember the big Zoogle Science Fair project? All those hours hammering away for your big presentation?" he began. James recalled the many long nights and tireless hours he spent helping Arthur with his big project, the physics behind it all still boggling him to this day. All the time they spent carefully tuning the fine points of Arthur's physical project, and setting the dragon up for the rest of his life in the process, was the rock their friendship was based on. As the wolf went on, a calming smile crept upon the dragon's face. Hearing James retell the tale was almost soothing in a way. After having that sour note fester for a little bit from earlier, it was a nice reaffirmation of those kind qualities Arthur had grown to admire. His smile, however, didn't last for long. He glanced to his left, noticing Mattie gripping his arm as if he were holding something back. Arthur knew something was wrong, and knew just what to do. He pulled out his phone, swiping through the menus. He had an app perfect for moments like this. Mid-sentence, James paused to check his phone. "Oh, just a moment fellas, someone's calling me." he said, quickly dipping out to the back to answer. As he dipped around the corner, Arthur let out a small sigh. Both Hank and Richard looked curiously at Arthur, wondering why he seemed concerned. "Mattie, is everything okay? You seem frustrated again," the dragon asked, reaching over to comfort the young fox. Mattie took another deep breath, his hand clicking something again on his watch as he did. This time around, the fox seemed to have an aura of confidence around him, a sharp contrast to the last time he piped up. "Tell me," Mattie asked, "what do you remember of your time spent working on your project?" His gaze fixated sternly on Arthur, as if he were interrogating the dragon. Arthur was taken aback by the firm nature of his inquiry. "I... Hmmm... Not much. Those weeks toiling away are super vague. I was pretty much on auto-pilot the whole time. Why? Did something sound wrong?" Mattie slammed his hands down on the table, making everyone jump. "Did 'something' sound wrong? Everything was wrong!" he hissed, loud enough for everyone at the table, but not so loud as to alert James. "Do you even remember who had to help you with the actual presentation? Me! I did that!" The trio were taken aback, a hint of concern on their faces. Amid the momentary silence, Richard spoke up. "Whaddya mean? James was always talking about how much he did to help Arthur here. He was Arthur's backup help, wasn't he?" "Yeah, being a nonstop fucking pervert is such a huge help," Maddie retorted bitterly. Everyone exchanged glances. Arthur, perhaps the most shocked of the bunch, gripped the fox's arms tightly. "Mattie? What do you mean, 'nonstop pervert'?" the dragon asked, his voice growing exceedingly worried. "Did the party story not clue you in? I thought that the deliberate taking advantage of his friends to get himself dicked would have gotten the gears going." The fox sighed, reaching down into his pocket, and clicking a button on his watch as he pulled out his phone. "You know now he had feelings for me; he's had them for a long time. For years up until that night at the party, he'd... he'd always go out of his way to share 'things' with me." he explained as he scrolled through some menus in his phone gallery. The trio watched on as he brought up some videos; videos that showed a few different nights from Arthur's multi-week long binge to finish his project years ago. The videos started out as normal, James recording the process for Arthur, some nice A-Roll for his presentation. "Y... Yeah, I remember this. This was my project footage. He recorded it for me," Arthur said. Before he could continue, though, Mattie raised his hand up in pause, motioning for him to keep watching. The video continued, showing a much younger Arthur engrossed in his work, and James slipping away ever so quietly, disappearing into another side of the house, before slowly creaking into a room; Arthur's room. Arthur wanted to say something, justify why he'd been in there. Maybe he'd asked him to grab something, and the dragon just forgot? This theory was shattered the moment the door to his room closed. Immediately, the next thing heard was the wolf struggling with something as he flicked the lights on. The camera peered down, showing the younger wolf, shorts and underwear down around his ankles, his cock on full display and at full mast. "God, Mattie." the younger James quietly spoke, the tone of his voice showing considerable excitement. "This dude hasn't bathed in DAYS now. It's too much, I just can't anymore!" Before anyone knew it, the phone was down on Arthur's desk, angled to record him as he scavenged around. After a few moments, the young wolf pulled the Dragon's laundry basket into view, wasting no time as he rummaged through old, dirty underwear and socks, before vigorously jacking off on camera. James stuffed Arthur's old, dirty underwear in his mouth, wrapping an old sock around his cock as he furiously beat away at his meat, his body shamelessly shaking nonstop in tune with small, muffled moans. The boys were speechless as they looked on in shock. There was no way that the video was fake, it was way too specific, the details too accurate. Arthur was speechless, tears coming to his eyes as he watched the horror of what happened next. Arthur's parents were out late that night, leaving him and James alone. This also left James to slowly shuffle up to the work-engrossed dragon, body still stark naked and vigorously fapping. Arthur, too in the zone to notice, doesn't even do so much as bat an eye as James stands firm behind him. "Arthur, do you need any help?" he asked, ever so innocently. "Not right now, but hey, can you get me a drink?" the young dragon replied in a deadpan tone. James obliged, grabbing some milk from the kitchen, and pumping his load into Arti's cup, filling it up about halfway. He used the milk to fill it up the rest of the cup and mixed it well, before handing it off to an ignorant Arti, gulping it down with ease. "Turn it off." Arthur said firmly. "Matt. Turn it off. Please." The dragon's body was shaking, a mix of confusion and anger flushed across his body. "Yeah dude, that's... that's SUPER fucked. Like... damn." Hank affirmed. "I'm sorry, guys, I can't." Mattie replied, his tone still firm. "There's way more than this." The young fox swiped to another video, this time showing Arthur in his room, fast asleep. "I. Can't. Believe it!" the voice of a younger James excitedly whispered. "Arthur's Mom let me stay the night! I told her Arthur was pulling long hours, and could you believe the luck, Mattie? She handed him some medicine and knocked him out cold!" James was visibly jumping judging from the camera's shake, clearly excited, and from the occasional camera tilt, still clearly naked. "Now nothing can stop me from getting a closer look. Wish me luck!" What followed were a series of images, each one detailing James as he felt up more and more of Arthur's unconscious body, kissing the Dragon all over from head-to-toe. Some depicting the wolf making out with the boy, and some showing the boy going so far as to pull away the boy's underwear, giving him full access to the Dragon's cock. He had a long time between pictures, as one of the final images shows the wolf with a face coated in cum, cheeks flushed red and eyes practically rolling into the back of his head from the elation of the act. Arthur gripped his body tight, growing more and more visibly perturbed by what he was seeing, hands gripping his nethers and mouth as his body began to shake. Slowly, Arthur's turned towards the fox. "W... Why... Why do you have this...?" he asked, his eyes filled with a seething fury and rage. "I told you. He liked me a lot. He shared things with me. A lot." Mattie replied, before turning on one last video. "But this one. This one I recorded myself." The video showed a location all too familiar to Arthur and the boys; the Science Fair Stage. Arthur was proud of what he'd done after weeks of preparation, and he was in the middle of giving the breakdown of his work for all in attendance. Everyone was fixated on the nervous dragon. Yet the camera was positioned to the side of the stage, just around the corner from the crowd, from Mattie's perspective. It was in the evening when Arthur's presentation began, so behind the stage curtains was dimly lit, barely illuminated by the broken lights hanging above. Before long, the scenery of the video changed, shifting to behind the curtains and into the backstage from the back entrance as Arthur continued on, Mattis notably carrying a bag with him. From behind the scenes, Arthur could be heard in the moment with a growing air of confusion. Everything was on his physical presentation piece before the curtains opened up, but now a critical piece was missing. Arthur could be heard trying to buy time, explaining some other aspects and details as the fox continued into the backstage. Everyone that was working back there had gone up front to watch the presentation, leaving no one in back. No one, save for James. James, who, despite being dimly lit by the backstage lights, could clearly be seen with the part in question, shamelessly bouncing his ass up and down on the missing, phallus shaped piece. The wolf was too enamored by his own libido to notice Mattie behind him, or to notice Mattie subsequently pulling one of the theatre class' robes off one of the racks in back, and reaching into the bag the fox had brought with him. Arthur was prepared in the event of a part failure, having extras on hand for that exact situation. It was supposed to be James' job to deliver the parts in the event of an emergency, but Arthur could only wonder what was happening as he stalled for time. Arthur remembered this moment, recalling a robed figure appearing on stage and applying the missing part as he was about to begin his final attempt to activate the machine. The machine whirred to life without a hitch, serving as the key visual aid to tie his project all together. The crowd erupted in adoring cheers, awe sweeping them off their proverbial feet. The last of the recording showed Mattie as he dipped back into the backstage, and threw the cloak he'd worn onto the shameless wolf. By the time James had figured out what was happening, the curtains had opened and Arthur looked back, seeing James under the hood and giving him a big hug, completely ignoring the streams of cum on the floor only inches away. James had left shortly after, the original project piece presumably still buried in his ass, clothes and other belongings wrapped tightly in his arms. The dragon made a dash for the bathroom as Mattie turned his phone off. Arthur was unable to stomach what he'd just seen. The twins just stared at each other in silent horror, their perception of their friend changing as they processed everything they'd just seen.So angered by their 'friend's' actions, that they failed to notice the notable distortions of the wolf's physique. James was once known for being a fit, well-built wolf. Yet it was clear in the video that his physique blossomed something different, his torso, waist and shapely ass and thighs resembling a body thought only to be reserved for the most bubbly of cheerleaders.

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James took the call of his out in the alleyway a ways down the street from the bar. The crowds in the neighboring bars along the street were quite loud, so this was the best spot to go if he wanted a reasonable chance of hearing anything. As he brought the phone to his ear, however, all he heard was a large, high-pitched static buzzing noise. It was loud enough to be seen as annoying, but not so much as to outright dismiss it as a prank call. James waited for a bit to see if the call would change in any regard, but after a few moments, dismissed it and hung up. The whole time, James' mind continued to wander back to Mattie. No doubt he was taking his time to spin something about him helping another science fair winner. Maybe another girlfriend who rewarded him by letting him have his way with her using his massive cock... vigorously pounding away at her cunt, stretching her holes like no tomorrow with each and every thrust, pumping her full of his thick, virile seed. The wolf found himself quite lost in his thoughts for some time, as before. This time, however, he found it harder to snap himself back into place, his head continually allowing the thoughts to fester and perpetuate and his cock throbbing incessantly underneath his clothes. Quite without realizing it James found himself lost in his fantasies and completely naked, his clothes hastily strewn all along the alleyway as he stripped down. His body was bare as he stroked away at his throbbing member, his eyes either shut amid the intense bliss or glued onto curious items upon his phone. The occasional drunken party-goers passed by, bearing witness to the obscenely carnal act, only to dismiss the sight as something that couldn't possibly be real, though not snapping a picture for later. Time was nothing to James until he finally climaxed in the alleyway; his head only cleared after he finished, the alleyway slathered in his thick white seed. As clarity once again returned to the wolf, he froze in shock. Panic immediately set in; given his notoriety from work, if anyone caught him like this, it'd be the end of him. He had to get dressed as fast as possible and just pray no one saw his momentary lapse of judgement. It never occurred to him to wonder just why he gave into his hormones so easily in the first place. James worked quickly to grab his clothes, hastily throwing them back on as he worked his way through the back alley. He might have been clothed, but his bestial breakdown in the alleyway left him covered in dirt and grime. Rather than head back to his friends in such a disheveled state, James decided slipping into the bathroom and washing up might be a better idea. His clothes felt exceptionally tight on him, especially around the ass. Maybe it was just from how quick he put it on? It would do him good to clean up.

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Back at the table, the twins and Mattie sat in awkward silence. What were you supposed to say after someone dropped a bomb like that? Their perception of their lifelong friend wasn't just shattered, it was absolutely pulverized, each piece smaller than a piece of sand. Well, the other two were feeling awkward, anyways. Mattie was on top of the world - no matter how far he pushed things, his device worked! It had summoned those videos, and, he suspected, changed history so they were actually true. How would James react when he got back? The fox figured that was a problem for later... for now, he wanted to ruin his 'friend' even more. That wasn't going to happen if his two stallion friends were too shocked to say anything though, so Mattie started to fiddle with his wristwatch again, aaaand... Hank blinked a bit, looking momentarily confused before leaning on the table. "Well... while that fucker's still off, what else has he done?" The betrayal was raw in his voice. "We should know. What's he really like?" Hank's brother nodded, though he looked less than enthusiastic for the fox to continue. Mattie hemmed and hawed a moment, playing up his difficult decision to out his friend, before sighing and continuing. He did a good job of hiding his excitement, he thought. "Well... did you know that he's a filth addict?" Mattie finally said. The horse brothers gave the fox a blank stare. Mattie raised an eyebrow. "You mean, you really didn't know? How could you not, after being around him so long?" Richard tipped his head. "W-What do you mean? Filth, like... like he's a sex addict? We already know that, you just told us... frankly I think we need to have an intervention with him about it." By the way Hank ground his fist into his thigh, Mattie didn't think the two brothers were on board with the same kind of intervention. The fox shook his head. "No, like, literal filth. How could you not smell it? The guy hasn't bathed since fourth grade, I don't think. He gets off to smelling his pits, using his fur grease to jack off, I mean fuck, the guy grinds his fur into alleyway floors and dumpster dives just to get a little filthier. Basically everyone avoids him because he smells so bad." Richard and Hank gasped, both of them gagging a bit as their memories of James warped to include his now-regular scent. "Fuck man," Hank grumbled, "I knew he stank, but I always thought it was a glandular problem or some shit. You're telling me he doesn't even wash, he dumpster dives just to smell worse?" "That explains... quite a bit." Richard, as always, came in with the polite understatement. Mattie nodded, glancing to his side a few moments and falling silent. He knew that, watch or no watch, he had to act just right to keep the horse brothers from suspecting anything fishy was going on. Then, once he thought he'd seemed hesitant long enough, he turned back towards them. "It's... not all from not washing and dumpster diving, though," he admitted. Hank raised an eyebrow. "What, you're telling me it does have something to do with his glands or some shit?" The fox shook his head. "No, he uh... he loves filth. A lot. Including piss and shit. So... in order for him to be as filthy as possible and hold down a job, he wears giant diapers and refuses to change them until he absolutely can't stop the leaks. When he's at home, he won't change them at all until they finally fall off of him." Hank stared at Mattie in wide-eyed disbelief, while Richard doubled over, gagging dangerously wetly. "Fuck!" Hank said, gagging a little himself. "Fuck, that makes so much sense! That's why his fuckin ass looks like it grows all day, it's because he's filling his diapers with piss and shit! Of course it's gonna swell, the dude's a fucking toilet!" Mattie couldn't help but grin. "Course, a lot of that is his ass, too. He's got a fucking ass for days, it's bigger than what most plastic surgeons will allow for fake asses, and it's all natural. He special orders diapers just so they're big enough to fit his fat femme ass, and then insists on paying extra for extra padding so it can swell even bigger." The horse twins couldn't even speak for how hard they were gagging. Mattie leaned back and grinned, watching them go at it. Soon enough, they wouldn't even care about the diapers. Until then... the soft-spoken fox was happy to watch them struggle with the thought of their old friend filling his briefs.

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Arthur sat on the toilet in the handicap stall of ReWarp's bathroom, fully clothed. It had been a few minutes and he knew that he should be going back to the group at some point, but he... he couldn't. Not with everything he was working through. How could James do him like that? Could his best friend for more than a decade really be such a decadent, careless pervert? Part of him didn't want to believe it... but the video was undeniable. It might be possible in the future, but right now, there was no way to fake a cell video with that much detail, that much realism. It had to be true. It might have felt off, it might have felt wrong, like it was a lie... but it had to be true. How was he supposed to deal with that? Even if James had reformed himself, even if he hadn't been that way in years, Arthur wasn't sure he could even look at the wolf the same way again. And if he was still just as big a pervert as ever... it was a big violation of trust. The only thing that kept the dragon from swearing off the friendship then and there was the fact that he really didn't make new friends all that easily, and he was sure telling James off would set the twins against him as well. Well... there's nothing to do now but just keep going, right? That was a sentiment James often told him... even the thought of those tender, private moments made Arthur's heart ache. Were those real? Or was James just perving on him, even then? Whatever the answer to that, the words were true. Arthur sighed and brushed himself off, standing. He had to keep going, one step at a time. And the next step would be to wash his hands, wash his face, and throw himself back at the table. He would figure things out when he got there. Just before he opened the stall door, someone came into the bathroom, bringing with them the smell of a dumpster. Arthur gagged a little and stayed inside; he knew he looked like a wreck, and didn't want this newcomer to be asking questions. Whoever it was, he quickly went into the stall next to the dragon and shut the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, Arthur finally left and began to wash his hands and clean up his face as quickly as possible. He had just finished when the man in the stall behind him let out a massive grunt, followed by a wet rush of gas the sound of crackling shit pouring out of his body. Arthur blushed a bit but grinned, shaking his head. Poor guy, probably ate something bad off the menu; ReWarp was fancy as hell, but the food could be dodgy at best. It was really clear as day here; the smell permeating throughout the room was foul. The dragon had little option other than to cover his face. Ultimately dismissing it with a sympathetic shrug, Arthur made his way to the door, but paused as soon as he reached it: something was weird. What was it? It normally wouldn't be something for him to get so worked up over, but... He continued to ponder, the door barely cracked open. The guy grunted, he pushed out his shit, and... And... And there was no splash. Arthur's brows furrowed. Maybe it was just one long log, and it had slipped in quietly? Maybe the sound of the splash was covered by the man's gas? And why did it matter so much to him, anyways? The dragon had probably just heard it and not really registered it. It didn't matter one way or another. But... but for some reason, the question nagged at him. Had there been a splash? If not... then why not? He had almost convinced himself to ignore it and head out when the man in the stall pushed again. A grunt, an almost... pleasured grunt. Another grunt, a burst of wet gas, the crackling of shit, the hiss of piss... and nothing. No splash, no waterfall. Nothing. Arthur hesitated a moment more before finally pulling away from the door, walking to the stall and cursing himself the whole time. Why couldn't he just let this go? Why did it matter? The air was nasty in here! But no matter how much he berated himself, he couldn't help it. Arthur needed to know what was going on. His eyes raked the stall doors. He couldn't just peer in from the front door crack, whoever was in would see him. He couldn't peer under for the same reason, plus that vantage point wouldn't really show too much. The dragon circled to the side, and spotted something he'd never expect to see in a high scale diner like this; a gloryhole was roughly hewn out of the side of the stall, hastily covered with duct tape but sticking out like a sore thumb nonetheless. Arthur's initial reaction was to gag, but it was far back enough that anyone sitting on the toilet wouldn't see him if he was careful peeling back the tape, and would give him a very good view of whatever was going on. Besides. Considering what he was planning to do, Arthur didn't have the right to gag about anything right now. After steeling his nerves, the dragon gingerly peeled back the tape and stuck his eye against the hole. And... he saw nothing. Apparently, the other side was sealed with duct tape as well. Cursing quietly, he fished out his fountain pen from its case in his pocket and poked a small hole, then paused a moment. The man on the other side grunted again, letting loose another splash of shit and piss, with nothing going into the toilet. He hadn't noticed. Satisfied he'd made a big enough viewing hole to see around, Arthur again stuck his eye against the gloryhole and looked around. At first he couldn't quite see what was going on, but when he finally managed, the dragon couldn't help but gasp with a slight cough. It... it was James! Just the sight of his 'friend' made Arthur's chest tighten and a small curl of smoke waft from his nostrils. It would be hard to suppress that anger the next time they met face to face. What he saw when he looked down, however, dampened any anger he might have felt and replaced it with disgust. James was wearing a fucking diaper! Not only that, but it was a massive one as well. The puffy bulge was once white, but quickly turning a nasty brown and yellow from James' efforts to ruin it, the air practically warping around him from the frequency of foul gas coming from his backside. As the bulge of his grew, James caressed his crotch and groaned, grinding into his hand the best he could as he stewed in his own wastes. How the fuck could James hide a diaper that massive? Even completely clean, the thing had to be big enough to force the wolf into a waddle, and it was definitely more than his waistband could handle, let alone his zipper. But filled to this size? There was no way it could ever be hidden. And yet... racking his brain, Arthur couldn't think of a single time James' crotch looked this big. Whatever he did to hide the bulge, it didn't matter to Arthur. If the videos weren't enough proof, this was; James was a disgusting, nasty freak. The sick wolf was unloading massive amounts of shit and piss into his diaper in public, and it turned him on so much he was damn near orgasming every time he pushed another nasty log into the soggy mess! What's worse, he was covered in slime and filth and trash, like he'd been dumpster diving, or fucking the ground in an alley. Green gunk clung to his nose and face, a banana peel hung over his ear, and the rest of his fur was greasy and grimy, all of the muck just feeding back into his vile smell; positively repulsive. Arthur's estimation of his former friend sunk further every second he stared at that disgusting excuse for a wolf. Was this really his friend from childhood? Was this really the man who would one day be in his wedding? The dragon couldn't square his perception of James with the person he seemed to be now... but then, wasn't James just that good at hiding it? If Mattie had never brought it up... who knows how long it would have gone on? Arthur wouldn't have been surprised to find out James would have shat in the wedding cake's batter if given the chance, if only to get off knowing that his 'best friend' was eating his shit. Speaking of... a particularly nasty plop jerked Arthur back to reality. A thick log of scat had pushed from the diaper's cuffs and fallen onto the floor with a wet plop. James had filled his pamps to the max... perhaps now he'd stop? Arthur hoped so; it would mean his friend had at least some limits. To Arthur's disappointment, James just leaned down and grabbed the shit, making the dragon gag. Then, after examining it for a moment, James raised it high in the air, opened his mouth, and-! Retching, Arthur yanked himself away, coughing and heaving over the toilet he'd just been sitting on. His eyes felt as if they were going to pop out with the strength of his retching, and he only got seconds to breathe before another wave of bile rose in his throat. The acrid, tangy scent of his vomit did little to cover up the nasty smells coming from James' stall. Each retch blended into the next to the point time had no meaning; but eventually, it did pass. It was all he could do to force himself back into an upright position. His body was weak and shaking profusely from the exertion. Even trying to take a moment to center himself and ease his thoughts was a challenge. Then, he noticed it. Silence. Not a peep came from the adjacent stall. James had been farting and shitting himself at a regular frequency, so the lack of any audible noise was quite noticeable. Perhaps his puking had spooked the nasty wolf, and he'd left? It'd certainly be a nightmare for him to waddle out the building, let alone home with that massive assortment of filth so tightly cradled around his body. Arthur wasn't even sure if he should care what a nightmare the wolf might be going through. Some part of him didn't want his friend to be found out, but if the filthy degenerate he was wanted to continue to ruin his life like that? Fine. It made no difference to him after learning the truth behind their 'friendship'. Still though... there was something about the whole situation that just wouldn't let Arthur forget about it. He really knew he should just let it go, but something deep in the back of his mind was morbidly curious. Maybe James could be a case study on the dangers of carnal obsessions? Perhaps Arthur could salvage something from their friendship, use it to make a name for himself, just something to make all of this worth it. Arthur, taking another moment to compose himself, peered back through the surprisingly large hole in the stall wall. Were any bigger and he could pretty much fit his whole head through. He wouldn't get the chance to; as he moved his face in close, he was immediately met with the slimy, greasy, shit-coated backside of one over-filled, ready-to-burst piece of padding. "Heh, sounds like you're having fun, sweet stuff. Content to just watch, ya naughty lil' shit?" It was James. He hadn't left; he'd been there the whole time, listening to the dragon retch and knowing it was him the entire time. Arthur wanted to respond back, wanted to say something, to tell his 'friend' how he felt about him. How betrayed he felt after all the years of their 'friendship'. The utter disgust from just being some... some toy for him to fulfill his sick fantasies. Arthur wanted to say all those things, but he couldn't. He felt frozen by the absolute filth that he was being subjected to, to the point where he couldn't even let himself fall back to escape the massive diaper. Goo and gunk pushed up his nose as he breathed, making everything so fuzzy, so nasty, so... so... filthy. And then all was dark.

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Mattie let out a contented sigh, leaning back and watching his handiwork in action. Hank and Richard were cuddling close, the younger twin's head resting on the older one's chest, and their hand groping each other in places they never would have dreamed of touching before. It looked as if they were a young couple... and they were. After Mattie's story helped them 'remember' their relationship status, anyways. It was a tale of two brothers, and one of his better ones, in his opinion. A story of a rambunctious home life leading to the two brothers getting rather close. A story of grabs and gropes that held a lot longer than normal while they wrestled around. Friendly showers lasting longer and longer. Eventually, a kiss... all encouraged and egged on by James' continually corrupting presence. It was a small sacrifice to put James in a positive light for once, but it was worth it to turn the two rich twins into depraved, incestious lovers. Besides, James' temporary redemption would be fixed very soon. "Well, I guess he ain't all bad," Hank murmured, holding his brother's hand and giving it a squeeze. "It did lead me to you." Richard grinned. "Aw, you big softy," he teased, absently twiddling with his wedding ring. "You have a point. He's pretty shitty... but he did bring us together. What if we just... kinda worked with him, y'know? Like tried to help him be a better person. Hank pursed his lips, seriously mulling it over, but before he could come to a decision, Mattie gasped, staring at something behind them. Hank and Richard glanced behind them to find Arthur standing there, eyes glazed over and his entire body covered in filth. "Christ, Arthur! What happened?" Hank asked as Richard sprung to his feet, pulling out a chair for their disheveled friend. Arthur sank into it gratefully, taking a moment to catch his breath. "I-It was... it was James," Arthur said after recovering. Hank swore, and Richard's shoulders slumped. Was James really capable of doing this to Arthur in a setting like this? It was a bit far, even for the degen he called a friend... but still, if he did do it - and he certainly would believe Arthur over James at this point - it might be that there was no chance of saving the poor wolf. It might be best just to cut him out entirely. As the horse twins comforted Arthur, cleaning up the dragon the best they could, Mattie sat to the side, taking it all in. Everything was working much better than he'd expected, and truthfully he hadn't even planned on taking things this far. Mattie's goal was to just switch roles with James, turn the masculine wolf into the feminine hanger-on and take his place as the center of the friend group. Once he started, however, he just couldn't resist pushing into fouler and fouler territory, and enjoying what he once would have found disgusting. There was nothing he could do now, anyways. Even had he felt guilty about ruining James, his watch had one more charge before he had to find a new source of power. Though he had a pretty good narrative sense, there was no way he could fix everything in one go... so he might as well use the last charge to have a little fun, cement his changes in place. And so, he began to fiddle with his watch, dialing in numbers and equations. "I don't know why you're all so up in arms about it, it's not like Arthur's any filthier than usual." The consoling stopped immediately, and the whole group looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "The fuck you on about? We're not like James," Hank said. Mattie could only smile as he made the final click on his watch, a devilishly triumphant grin slowly sprawling across his face."You have, though. Don't you remember? Has my memory ever been wrong?"

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Back in the bathroom, something seemed off to James. He'd just gassed out his best friend of more than a decade with his diaper, and that didn't feel wrong... but it felt like it should feel wrong. What felt off about it? The wolf frowned. Was it normal to gas out your friends with your diaper? Two different versions of reality raged inside him; one screamed it wasn't normal, but the other said 'No, it's not normal, but you're not normal'. Or maybe it was the diaper itself? It's funny, he'd always remembered wearing it, ever since he'd started puberty and his addiction to filth began... but part of him said that wearing diapers wasn't normal, even for him. Both realities grew louder and louder in his head, until it drowned out every thought he had, overwhelming him until he felt numb, his mind felt empty, his sight went black. "E-Enough!" Something inside him finally snapped, and he summoned the energy to roar out into the void. As quick as it began, the argument in his head faded away, and for the first time in ages, he felt clear headed. No, he didn't wear diapers. No, he wasn't a perv. And no, gassing out his friends was not normal! James slowly looked down, taking himself in. Just earlier today he'd walked into ReWarp with nice enough clothes, clean and trim, but now his black shirt was covered in alleyway grime, and his pants were bulging, unzipped and hanging just above his knees because of the sheer size of the nasty, leaking, plastic diaper he had on. How the fuck had this happened? How could he even make that much filth? Why the fuck were fake memories in his head? And... and who was behind all this? Almost immediately, the image of that cocky prick Mattie popped into his head, and a hot fury built in James' chest as he remembered that weird-ass watch the feminine boy was playing with. That fucker! Mattie had to behind all this, and that watch had something to do with it! Enraged, James picked himself up and stormed out of the bathroom, rushing straight towards his table of friends with no mind to how he looked. Fuck everyone else, he could fix that later. For now, he only had eyes for Mattie. The fucker was sitting in his chair, lounging like nothing was wrong at all and playing with his watch. "Y-You, you fucker!" James screamed at his 'friend'. Everyone else at the table jumped, but not Mattie. Mattie just giggled a bit, crossing his legs coyly. "Why Jamie, whatever seems to be the matter?" the young fox replied. James stuttered for a few seconds, so many things rushing to come out of his mouth that he tripped over his own words. Finally, he managed. "T-This. This! Me! You, me, everything! You're fucking with my mind and you know it!" He glanced at the watch. "And that thing's doing it!" Mattie mocked surprise. "What are you talking about, Jamie? You're the same as always... you're nasty, braindead, and inconsiderate." The wolf's mind fogged up, but Jamie growled and steeled himself, willing the strange feeling to go away. "I-I... I'm not any of those things. And... and my name's not Jamie, you fucker. It's James!" The fox giggled a little, shaking his head. "Oh, Jamie, you're so stupid. You don't even remember changing your name, do you? Well, don't worry. All us friends here, we remember everything. We remember what a horrible person you are, what a terrible friend you've been, and to pay you back, we'll help you remember your place. Ain't that right, guys?" For the first time, James looked around the table. What he saw shook him. These weren't his friends... were they? It took a moment to recognize the people they had been - or the people they once were - beneath a new veneer of mean-hearted filth, their angry stares burning holes in his skin. "G-Guys?" he said, eyes pleading. "Guys, c'mon, you remember me right? You remember all the times I helped you, right? All the good times we had, all the good I've done for the neighborhood! I'm a good guy, right guys?" When no one answered, James felt it might be best to change tactics. If he remembered his past life, then he must have some way of getting through to his friends. He started with Arthur. "C'mon Arthur, don't you remember me helping you with your science project? D-Don't you remember me helping you study for college?" the wolf pleaded. Arthur returned his plea with a hard glare. No longer the nerdy dragon, Arthur had transformed into something of a street punk. A beanie hid his horns and shock of black hair, and his glasses were entirely missing. In the place of his comic book shirt, he wore a ratty, sweat stained wifebeater, and he was wearing black skinny jeans he'd never have had the confidence to pull off before. He'd lost a lot of weight, giving him a wiry look rather than the slightly chubby one he'd had before, but the biggest change was under his eyes. They were baggy and pale, sunken in... hinting at a habit or two the dragon couldn't break. The scabs in his arms confirmed that. "I remember you, fucker," the dragon spat onto the ground. His voice was hoarse like cigarette ash. "I remember you fucking jacking off over me at that shitty science thing, while Matt here helped me with everything. I remember pouring weeks and weeks into studying for the SAT, with Matt by my side every moment... and I fuckin remember you pinning me against my bed, fucking my ass and smothering my face in your goddamn diaper the night before exams." His voice broke, and he waited a while before continuing. James dared not interrupt, such was the intensity of his gaze. "I had a mental breakdown, you fucker. I didn't even finish high school. Because of you." James' blood ran cold. He felt dizzy all of a sudden, and quickly took a seat with a squelch rather than fall back on his ass. He hadn't done any of that... had he? He remembered it, but he could have swore... "W-what about you two? H-Hank, Richard, you know I'd never have done anything like that, right? You believe me? Y-You remember me helping you take over your father's empire when he passed, right?" Hank's nostrils flared and he lunged at James, only for Richard to hold him back. "Y-you fucker!" he screamed. "Are you fuckin mocking us?" Richard sighed and pulled Hank to his chest, shushing his twin brother. Neither twin looked the same as they did just hours before. When they walked in that afternoon, both of them were wearing finely tailored suits - now they wore overalls. Their once finely-manicured fur was rough, patchy and dirty, and Hank was missing most of his teeth. Far from the industrial wunderkinds they once were, the twin brothers resembled country hicks instead. And they had the matching wedding rings to go with it. Richard, always the speaker, sighed. "I don't know what's going on here, Jamie, but... that couldn't be further from the truth, and you know it." James shook his head in disbelief. He knew he didn't want to know, but couldn't help himself from asking, "Well... what's the truth." Hank shot him a withering glare. "The fuckin truth is you ruined our lives, ya sumbitch. We were fuckin riding high on the hog, we had it all set. We was gonna inherit Dad's business, we were learnin all the business stuff, and Mattie here was helpin us get comfortable with dealin with people and all that. And then you had to come by and start getting us into shit." The wolf winced. "Shit like... what?" Richard grinned a little, but only a little. "Shit like shit, Jamie. How couldn't you remember? You're the one who introduced us to your kinks, to piss and shit, and... well, we didn't take to it at first, but you got us really hooked on it after a few weeks. And then you started encouraging us to wrestle more... shower more... and one thing led to another and, well..." He grabbed his brother's hands and kissed him on the cheek. "You were our best man. Private ceremony, of course. Off the record. And, uh... very filthy. You were the only one clothed, and you were wearing a diaper." Both of the horse's crotches bulged at the memory of their wedding. Had he... had he really? The memories battled in his head, but James couldn't believe it. He'd never be into any of that stuff. But... one thing didn't make sense. "O-okay, so I got you into gross things and then you two fell in love. How does that make me a bad guy?" "Well," Richard started, "I'm not saying I'm angry at you for getting us together, but-" His brother cut in with an angry whinney. "You fuckin told our dad! You told him we got married, you posted pictures of the ceremony fuckin everywhere! We were disinherited, and we lost everything! When Dad died, he left his entire fortune to Matt, cuz according to him, Matt was like a son to him after he found out about us, while we were fucking nothing." "And now we work as farm hands," Richard said, looking away. "Nothing but farmhands." Hank harrumphed. "At least it means we get to be filthy and no one cares." The two twin brothers started bickering good naturedly, a figment of their previous selves coming out, but James was deaf to all of it. His stomach ached, his heart pounded, he felt cold, he felt confused, he was getting ready to have a panic attack. What the fuck was going on? How could Mattie have done any of this? These memories couldn't be real! He could fix his friends, he just had to think of the right memory. "W-wait!" he shouted. The table stopped talking, staring at him with a mixture of anger and curiosity. Suddenly very self-conscious, James shrank in his chair. "W-What about the neighborhood?" His question hung in silence for a long moment. James searched his friends' faces, but there was no spark of recognition, no hint of conflict or memories rising up in them. Just blank confusion. "That... that foundation I made. The one we all made. That took this place out of the dumps, that finally brought developers to the area and fixed it up. The one that even allowed for a fancy place like ReWarp to exist here anyways!" "The fuck you talking about?" Arthur said. "This place is a shithole, always has been." James blinked. No, it wasn't? But even as he thought that, he looked around - the ReWarp he knew was gone. He had no idea what kind of place he was in now, but instead of fancy walls, sophisticated patrons, expensive drinks and fashionable furniture, the place was a wreck. The floor sagged, the lighting was dim, the tables were ancient, plastic hunks... it looked like a podunk dive bar. The wolf gibbered, trying to formulate a response, understand what was happening, or hell, even just summon the strength to run as far away as he could... but before any of that happened, the table got up all at once, chairs falling behind them. His friends slowly stalked towards him, and James felt frozen in his chair. Were they going to throw him out? Beat him up? To his surprise, instead of balling their fists, everyone, including Mattie, took out their cocks. Richard and Hank's were as big as ever, and Arthur's swelled out of his slit. Mattie's was bigger than he'd ever have imagined, almost fourteen inches of nasty, smegma coated filth. Mattie straddled the chair, pressing the tip of his cock against James' lips, and he began to push in. James tried to resist as much as he could, but it wasn't long before the sheer bulk of it forced his jaw apart, and the wolf began to heave and gag as the revolting taste and texture combined with the burning feeling of fox cock forcing his throat open. "You see, Jamie, you're not in control here," Mattie said with a malicious grin. "This isn't the group of friends you thought you had. In this world, you've wronged us all. And we're going to pay you back." Richard and Hank pressed their cock tips against James' ears, pressing against the holes, while Arthur maneuvered himself so his dragon cock was hovering near the wolf's nostrils. "And when we're done, you're never gonna remember who you were... you won't remember anything at all." James tried to scream, but as Mattie's knot plopped into his mouth, the rest of his friends acted at once. Arthur's cock plunged up his left nostril, stretching it far further than it ever had to before, while Hank and Richard slammed their cocks into his ears. James couldn't hear, couldn't smell, couldn't breathe, and the pain was so immense that he couldn't even see. And then, all of his friends' cocks pierced his skull, and his mind shattered. With every thrust they scrambled his brains more, and as his IQ plummeted, the pain faded away, replaced with nothing but bliss.

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Matt searched his pockets to the key to the flat all of his friends shared, cursing the inconvenience of it all. At one point they had a house in the suburbs they could leave unlocked as long as someone was there, but as news got out about what they were doing, no one would rent to them there. Their new flat was just down the street from what used to be ReWarp - that is to say, one of the most crime-ridden spots in the entire nation. Finally he found them, and after struggling with the rusty lock for a minute, he entered his flat and shut the door behind him. To his left, Richard and Hank were in the living room, lounging on the pile of diapers they called a couch and watching television. Hank sucked on a fresh log of shit, while Richard played with his gaping nostrils - they'd been pushing the boundaries again, Matt noticed. He nodded a greeting to them and went to the end of the hall, taking a left and opening the last door on the right. "How's our little star?" he asked the dark room. A quiet grunt was his reply, followed by the light of Arthur's phone as he turned it on to check. He was lying on the floor, needles around him and naked except a piece of pizza stuffed into his slit. "Eh, good I guess. Could use a boost, donations are kinda slowin down," the dragon replied. "Oh, I know how I could do that," Matt said with a grin. "I got us some food if you wanna come out today. Otherwise, I guess you'll just see me on stream." Matt closed the door behind him and opened the one across the hall. It was the cleanest room in the house; pure white, including the walls and floor. Several cameras were rigged in the corners of the room and on the walls, giving every possible vantage point it could. A streaming setup had been installed to the left of the door, and Matt took a moment to enjoy the stream of donations and the rush of the chatbox. Fifteen thousand today, but only nine hundred comments in the last hour. Most of them were just wondering when 'it' was going to do something. The fox turned his attention to the middle of the room, to the star of the show. "How've we been, Jamie? Have you made enough friends to deserve real food? Or is it another day of shit?" The donation counter said he definitely deserved food, while the chatbox begged to feed him shit. Jamie couldn't care less. He wouldn't even notice the difference. The wolf was sprawled in the middle of the room, slathered in piss, shit and cum built up over many, many weeks, a mountain of filth that contrasted the stark white cleanliness of the room. He was busy fucking his throat on a fat dog cock dildo with one hand, fucking his nostril with every free finger he could get. He wore nothing but an overloaded, leaking diaper. A small bit of grey matter leaked from his nose. He slurped it up with his tongue, groaning at the taste. "Well," Matt said, "whatever we end up feeding you doesn't matter. What does matter is you making us money, little piggy. And to do that, we're going to have to put on a show." Jamie's eyes widened, and he immediately puked out the dildo. "S-Shhuh?" he slurred out, tongue lolling to his chin. The fox nodded and grinned. "Yep! A show. Now... which hole should I destroy next?" His sadistic gaze fell on the bulge in Jamie's diaper. "I wonder... Hey, Hank! Get the sounding tools!" Next to the streaming rig sat an odd, fancy looking watch. Its indicator showed a full battery, ten charges left. A thick layer of dust covered it. The gadget hadn't been used in a very long time.