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Part three, you know the deal, be 18, like the kink tags.

I've scrambled a bit with the timeline. For an example: Scene two, where Chevs comes home, happens after scene three.

I've done this to hopefully make the plot more enjoyable. It's mostly an experiment, but I could really, really use your comment on this. Is it enjoyable to read it with the timeline scrambled? And was it understandable enough? (As in; no confusion about where in the story you were reading)

Have fun, do spooge.

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Kyle loved being a student. In his case, it mostly meant hardly ever having to do any work. This early afternoon wasn't any different. After having visited Chevs at work, he had gone straight home. He balanced on the edge of a very unstable chair in Tanja's room, humming softly to himself. Being the only one without a fulltime job meant being home alone a lot. There. All done. He hopped off the chair and walked towards the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Yes. Perfect. He nodded lightly to himself. The chance any one would notice the camera was almost nonexistent and it had a perfect view of the whole room. While he cleaned the room of any tools he had brought, he ran the list in his mind. He had already done all of the bedrooms and the living room. Next were the bathroom, toilet and perhaps hallway. It wasn't so much that he found his housemates very attractive. It was the excitement of it as well as the control he had being able to watch anyone anywhere in the house. Very silently he left, closing the bedroom door.

Rain drops continued to fall down onto his head, when Chevs stood at the front door of his house, the key already in the lock. For a while now, he had been considering not going inside. With shame and insecurity this large, it was very unpleasant being around others. He let out a deep sigh when a gush of wind seemed to seep right through his clothes, sending shivers down his back. Still hesitantly he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. When he walked through the hallway, he could feel the small pool of urine stroke his balls with every step he made. Three times today, had he wet himself. The last time just as humiliating as the first. Now, the lukewarm water was an ever present sensation, one he very much detested. At least worries of leaks had seemed unfounded. So far. When he walked into the living room, his tummy growled heavily. Keeping away from food all day had left him intensely hungry to the point where he wasn't sure which hurt more; His clenching stomach, or his overfull bowels. The wolf had intended to go straight to his room, but when he found his three housemates waiting for him at the dinner table with a well smelling meal, he decided he'd have to eat at least a small bite. Just to keep himself going for two more days. With a shy 'hey' he sat down at the table and inhaled deeply. It really did smell delicious. It was what he enjoyed most about Thursdays; Tanja was the only one of the four that cooked at least decently. Miserably he went through the feeling of pushing his weight down into the wet seat of the diaper. For the duration of the meal, he tried his best not to be a participant of the table conversations. Another thing he avoided was the spaghetti, he knew it would cause a larger bowel movement the next day. It was for the better, because both Kyle and Tanja took more than a fourth of it and none of the cucumber salad. Salad was mostly water, he reasoned, filling his plate with it. Sam shot him an angry look. He wasn't really focusing, but it appeared Sam was enjoying the salad dressing too much to share any. He had to agree, the salad tasted amazing. With a soft sigh, he stood up when he decided he had eaten enough, but not as much as his body demanded of him. 'You'll have to excuse me, I'm amazingly tired.' He mumbled and hurried upstairs.

A loud panting, interrupted by the occasional frustrated moan. It wasn't enough. It couldn't possibly ever be enough. In the dim light, Tanja dug her toes deeper into Chevs bed sheets. The room wasn't lighted by anything more than the small desk lamp that she had knocked over in her lust on the late afternoon. The dalmatian had only stopped by the wolf's room to leave the special watch, but thinking about her well planned revenge had awoken an uncanny kind of craving deep inside of her. Now she was shamelessly pounding a cucumber in her aching bowels, not worrying for a second about the mess she was making of her housemate's room. She didn't like anal playing. She found it dirty and distasteful as well as degrading for the female. It was wrong. A slow, but thick fog hugged her thoughts. Wrong was good. 'But not enough' She whispered to herself in frustration, licking her lips to keep a drop of drool from trickling down her chin. Desperately, she tried to spread her legs even more. The muscles were as widely stretched as they would go, but it still didn't bring the satisfaction her body screamed for. With a snarl, she snapped the black pair of hotpants back in place, so that the underwear held the cucumber in place, before she slammed her butt against the bed. It effectively forced the vegetable in with a loud squelch, for the movement caused her rectum to evacuate some of the honey-mustard dressing she had been overly using as lube. It sprayed against the inside of her black underwear and she moaned in delight as she rubbed her sticky rear through the delicate material of the underpants, every now and then giving her buttocks a spank. 'W-wrong and Messy.' She stuttered into the room. It was her new standard. Sparkles of pleasure seemed to flow through all of her veins, but still it wasn't enough. With her thumb, she pushed the final tip of the cucumber inside. Her rear swallowed it eagerly, the rosebud tail hole closing beautifully after its entrance. The raw tip of the curved food pressed painfully against an oversensitive spot deep inside. She had never thought she could feel anything so deep inside. Her eyes rolled back and briefly, Tanja considered putting her pants back on to go for a walk with the object still inside. The vileness of the idea shocked her, but didn't put her off. She rolled over and stuck her rear high in the air, where she began spanking it. Never had she imagined that sounds could be so good. So perfectly could she hear how the salad dressing was forced into the fur of her butt and into the hotpants. How it was smeared all over her ass. Tones that massaged her sensitive ears. So blissfully dirty. The girl bit down on the corner of Chev's pillow and kept slapping her dirty butt until the sauce slid down the back of her legs in large trickles. She kept slapping it until it hurt and then until she could taste that little piece of heaven, orgasming violently. It was the best orgasm she ever had. It wasn't enough.

Kyle sat gazing at the monitor of his computer. Everything about him expressed the shock he felt. Only a while ago he had casually decided to spend the hour before dinner checking out if the cameras worked well enough. It hadn't been his turn to cook anyway. But when he did turn them on he had been surprised by watching Tanja fervently tugging her pants down, almost tearing the fabric in the process. When she had begun playing with herself as if possessed, he had been wildly interested and had begun pawing at the sight. Now however, he sat still, his semi-erected member in his warm paw. He was all but sure if he wanted to continue masturbating. His eyes glued to the screen, he watched the dalmatian push out the cucumber into a bowl after having orgasmed, to then coat it with the salad dressing he had seen her use as lube before. The sounds the microphone recorded were all but serene when she squatted over the bowl and shat out the sauce over the cucumber. Her face showed the abnormal pleasure she took out of the ordeal, the dressing sometimes leaking and then sputtering from her abused tail hole. It took her about ten minutes to fart out all of the salad coating. It took Kyle about ten minutes to bring himself to a very perverted climax.

Closing the bedroom door behind him, Chevs threw his keys, cell phone and wallet on his desk, where the objects met his watch. He smiled lightly and unconvincingly. It was a relieve to see he hadn't lost his watch somewhere, only forgotten it this morning. Distractedly, he clicked it around his wrist. It was nice to have at least something not going totally wrong today. It was still early, but he suddenly decided he'd try to go to bed. It would be hard enough to fall asleep, and every second he could spend unconscious until Saturday would be welcome. He tugged his shirt off and then lowered his pants, hanging the clothing over the chair by his desk. He groaned at the sight. The diaper was still there, slightly more swollen with a very yellow front. So it did absorb after all. Another try proved that the padding was still securely attached to his body. With a very deep sigh he slid under the blankets, thereby not noticing the salad dressing stains on the mattress. When he finally wanted to take his watch off to place it on the nightstand, he found that this too seemed locked to his body. With an exasperated whine he tried again. Was this the curse? Things getting stuck to his body? He wanted to spend more time considering, but all of a sudden his eyelids felt very heavy. Before he knew it, he fell into a very deep sleep.

Without paying much attention to the others, the cat wolfed down the last bit of the salad. Thursdays were always good for their decent food. He and Chevs weren't good cooks and he suspected Kyle of just making horrible meals in the hope of not having to cook anymore. He certainly wouldn't have minded finishing dinner with a shared cup of coffee, but when Chevs announced he was going up to his room, Tanja left the room with the excuses that she had cooked and therefore wouldn't have to do the dishes. Kyle left immediately after that, saying he had studying to do. Sam felt very unpleased having to once more do the dishes on his own, but didn't feel much for trying to convince Kyle to help him. Besides, it gave him the opportunity to shamelessly lick out the salad bowl. He really liked Thursdays.

Kyle slammed the door shut behind him and turned on his computer. The pawing session he had had earlier this day turned out to be unsatisfactory, but he had good hopes of running into new interesting images. The process of the computer starting up felt agonizingly slow, but when he finally had the software running, he was met with two pleasing visuals. On one, Tanja was bend over looking for something under her bed. It gave the perfect view of her well formed butt. On the other, Chevs had started undressing. Right on time. Before he knew what came over him, the German shepherd was confronted with yet another bizarrity. On camera, the wolf undressed down to his underwear, which happened to be a rather puffy diaper with a pink belt. Hardly anything was left to his imagination, it was obvious the wolf had pissed himself heavily. The dog leaned back in his chair, shifting about to give his forming erection more room. 'One kinky household' He mumbled and then quickly plugged in an external hard disk. This had to be recorded. When the wolf hid his body under the blankets, Kyle couldn't help but snicker softly. If only he knew about the arousing scene that had transpired on that bed just that afternoon. Having lost all interest in Chevs room, he focused on Tanja once more. He was disappointed to see she had no intentions of masturbating. He adjusted some settings and the camera zoomed in. She was sitting on the bed with some kind of Ipad and what appeared to be a manual. He zoomed in just a bit more. The manual had a drawing of a watch on it. The words on it were too small to read perfectly, even while having zoomed in, but he could read it had something to do with controlling dreams. He considered himself quite open minded, but that seemed too unrealistic. Wasn't it? He concentrated on the Ipad. It had two screens open, one with word, the other looked like vlc media player. If he hadn't been such a fan of technology, he probably would have already stopped watching. She began to write in the word program with a pen and when she did, the video screen started showing a visual. A wolf lying in bed. A wolf he knew. A wolf's dream. It didn't take Kyle long to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Tanja leaned back against the pillows on her bed and began to scribble wildly on the piece of technology. She took great pleasure in the act, not just because she knew she was handing out bits of revenge, but also because it was a wonderful program. It felt great to see everything she had thought of in her mind appear in the video screen. What a powerful architect she was. She knew none of it was real, but also that the bad wolf would experience it as if it was. Again, arousal rose in her body, her sex tingling. She wouldn't act on it, not now. She wrote and wrote with a grin that showed her teeth. Bars on the bed. Ropes that tied his ankles to it. Pink. Everything needed to be pink and girlish. It was what he had wanted so badly, wasn't it? A cute tank top. With every sentence she wrote, she felt like she wasn't doing enough. She should be much harsher. It was what he deserved. She licked her lips and stopped writing for a moment to consider what she wanted to happen next. It was what he deserved. It was what she liked.

The wolf closed his eyes and felt like he drifted off to sleep, but just before he reached that state of restfulness, his eyes shot open. His room was changing. In horror, he watched his bed turning into a crib with high bars. He blinked and his ankles were tied to it, so that his legs were spread uncomfortably wide and raised. How did he come to wear a pink tank top? Everything about his room turned girlish. Pink. Fuzzy. Without the absurdity of the situation, he might have been aroused being in such a room. For a moment he considered it being a dream. He didn't feel like he was asleep at all and he had already accepted magic existing. With a groan, he tried to wriggle free. Not a chance. Someone was coming up the stairs. He held his breath and hoped, with every hair on his body, that the person would pass his room. It wasn't so. Not even a knocking. The door started opening and he began to scream 'Don't come in! Go away!' And when his words had no effect and the door kept opening 'Don't look, please don't look!' Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and it felt as his cheeks were on fire. How could he ever live through being seen like this? He closed his eyes tightly, a single tear rolling down to his chin, while he wished so badly that he could just disappear. Feral barking sparked his curiosity enough to take a look, but when he opened his eyes, all was black. He was wearing a blindfold and a gag. Mixed feelings ran through his body when he could hear two girls talking to each other. He didn't recognize the voice of either. It was good to not be seen by some one he knew, but it also made him feel much more exposed and vulnerable. 'Oh my, you weren't kidding when you said you found a nasty little slut. Are you sure he wants to take care of All of my dogs?' He felt a paw on his groin, patting it. He yelled loudly into the gag, but was unable to produce much more than a mumbling, his cheeks glowed strongly. Without much effort, he felt two delicate paws undo the belt of the diaper and unfold it. 'All of them. It's what he wants. He signed the papers, you know.' He perked his ears, a shiver running down his back. He wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he knew he did not like it. 'Are you sure I can't ask him?' The first girl suggested. He nodded heavily, but was ignored. Until a paw gripped his wet sheath firmly. It made his cock grow slightly erect. How could such attention not? 'Isn't it obvious he wants it?' Was the reply. 'He was very demanding in not wanting to be spoken too.' And with that, the discussion was over, no matter how much he trashed in his bonds. The barking increased in loudness and when the first dog jumped onto the bed, he knew very well what was about to happen. He pulled his head back into his neck and howled silently.