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Reylan awoke late in the morning, hot sunrays bouncing off his fur from a nearby window in golden bright sheets of light. He had expected to be changed by now; a nasty soup all throughout his diaper starting a rash and even though the nappy was tight enough to contain his mess, it had no chance of controlling the nasty smell of so much rotten milk and diarhea.

The wolf whimpered as even the simple act of puckering his butthole made slurping noises like loud wet kisses. Yet while he struggled to come to terms with the gross situationm he heard a somewhat argumentive conversation downstairs. It was too muted to eavesdrop with his good ears, but he could tell that it was a conversation in regards to himself.

He blinked his eyes and grew so annoyed by the sun in his face that he ended up moving to the other end of the crib even if that meant shifting around the restless contents of a swamp around in his padding. Disgusted by the ichor squirming around his sensitive bits, he found himself shivering as the muck flowed around untouched parts of his skin like chilled bisque.

Reylan groaned, ears lowered shyly as he listened in on the arguement between Mary and some unknown male downstairs. The man or whoever was angry about something, but Reylan couldn't understand exactly what. It went on for another hour or so until he heard the stomping of cloven hooves on a wooden floor and the wafting smell of souring fish. The kind of unadulterated smell that clings to a commercial fisherman after a shift of handling the stinky things.

The presence and sound of the hooves lacked their dainty quality that the fat plush cow seemed to convey; instead rougher, careless, and overall masculine. It would be impossible if he didn't already have a good deal of experience at telling the difference between male and female. It was at the onset of that thought when he found himself staring at a huge set of dangling fuzzy "dice" on a naken bull man's crotch; a dirty odor of sweat, musk, and cigarette tar wafting over him like a hyper-masculine smell of a typical daddy.

"I see me wife wasn't pullin' mah leg about having a new guest around. Not that I'm comfortable with having a hostage about, but I do like having a new toy to bugger and practice on until Mary decides if she wants to "adopt" them." The brown bulky bull grins, licking his slimy wet tongue while Reylan watches shyly fron his baby prison. The only word he really paid attention to was "bugger". That meant he would be sucking and riding on a slender bulldick soon!

He lowered his ears and whimpered, not particularly keen on the idea of being raped. The wolf was practically gay and loved cock, but he didn't want it THIS way! The bull's nose wrinkled in displeasure as the foul unholy stench of Reylan's milky mush hit them. "But first we should clean up in the shower together. Always wanted to get my nuts played with while the water splashes off my body." The puppy looked on at a bulky powerful chest that smelled of seaweed and lobster; the bull unlocking the hatch on the crib to get him out.

He made a little squeak as the large male took him out and set him on the floor. "Now you be good and follow me or you get daddy's belt on your behind, and I don't pull my blows for disobedient calves." The dom male prompted with a cruel tempted smile.

That was all the threat he needed. At least if he went with the bull, he'd get out of this nasty diaper and have his fur cleaned off. When daddy held out his paw, the shy pup took it without hesitation for fear of angering him. As he waddled in submission, wincing with each shift of the contents in his daiper, a naked Mary stepped out of the bathroom after drawing a hot shower for them; her sexy fat hips bobbing side to side as she licks her lips and winks at her husband.

The sexy show was enough to spur on a raging erection of bovine spear and the wolf knew it was entirely intentional. Horny as a beast, the bull would surely waste no time in taking an ass once they got cleaned up. In fact, by the lecherous dreamy vague glance of daddy's eyes, a buggering was inevitable. Reylan only hoped he might be elastic and loose enough to handle it or the act would definitely lack fun.

Once in the bathroom, the bull locked the door behind them and shoved the key up his own spongy hole with a playful snicker, ensuring that Reylan would have to dig deep and chance the minotaur's wrath if he wanted to escape--neither he was fond of as a last glimmer of steel came from that squishy round hole under the bull's tail before daddy dom's rump devoured it. "Now we can have lots of time to get to know each other without any distractions, eh bitch?"

Reylan whimpered shyly as he was led into the tub and his diaper untaped to let its contents spill out in an appropriate place where the flowing water and wide holes of the drain cover would dispose of it. He spun around wagging his tail and sighed happily to be rid of it as his nethers were gently cleansed by a sprinkling focused spray upon his fur. The bull watched patiently from nearby, leaning on a wall with his godly hanging sack dripping with a ling line of steamy dew while most of his offensive odors were washed away.

"Now that we're both reasonably clean, how about you make daddy happy now?" The tauren shook water out of his shaggy long hair and motions the wolf over with a beckoning finger. "Bet you could use a new paci to suck on, too." He mused, humping his bullhood at the air for emphasis. The canid let out a whimper and lowered his ears with a blush, leaning his head down on the bull's groin and prepared himself to suck on the tower of pink dripping dick.

Aside from a saggy sheathe that also acted more like a foreskin than anything he'd ever seen, there was also that huge pair of nuts dangling a foot or so down from the bull's groin like two pool balls beaten out of rounded shape and thrown into a doehide sack. Without trying to think about it, he just did as he was told and stuck his face completely over it and put the slender penis in his mouth, sucking up and down on it like one of those straight narrow spun sugar lollipops he had enjoyed in his youth; trying not to think about it further than that as the heated slickness of it throbbed on his sucking concave fuzzy cheeks.

He couldn't say he was any expert at giving head, but at least he had some ideas how to do it since he was male himself--a huge advantage over having the same inexperience as a girl int the same situation at least. For awhile, he was just entertained by licking around on the salt-squirting thing by pretending it was one of those bones that he nibbled on to help his teeth; using one hand to fondle the squishy bull balls and give them some love.

A bit of attention on the sensitive scrotum and the bull lost all control; filling Reylan's mouth with several pints of bovine love milk before grunting and pulling from the puppy's wet spit and cum-covered lips. It took him a while to understand what happened, but he quickly remembered that the bull hadn't had sex for several months. "Damn you suck good, calf bitch!" Daddy grinned and reaced around to squeeze the canid's buttocks in amusement before stopping the water and stepping out to towel off. "You can dry yourself off, can't you bitch?" The huge male asks, using the towel like thick white floss between his legs and paid close attention to dry his balls and anus before starting on the rest of his body.

That was all the prompting it took for Reylan to grab another towel and start getting himself dry. Compared to daddy, he went much slower due to an awkward fear of what he knew would follow: more diapers and forced usage. He wished he could put up with it, but in truth the idea of wearing his own bathroom proved just so humiliating that he wanted no part of it, not that he had anything remotely like a choice in the matter.

As he finished up drying his fur with a wild fuzz of dissaray all over his body like a cotton candy ball, the bull squatted somewhat and shat out the key right on the tiled floor with a hollow ring before tossing his used towel in a hamper and unlocked the door. When Reylan finished, he followed the male bovine's example and was led in shame nakedly back to the odd nursery where his new fate as thier kink calf awaited.

The puppy found himself blushing immensely as though his head were a cherry while the big bull lifted him on the "operating table" for his new diaper. He had little energy left but to whimper as his ankles were put in a spreader bar and lifted in the air to expose his cute and soft fuckable little dog heinie.

Daddy gave his cute tush a few sharp pinches while securing Reylan's paws, tummy, and tail in the appropriate restraints. The bull man turned out to be every bit as kinky as his chubby cow wife. The puppy gave an almost quiet whimper as the muscular brown-furred male tossed around things in the cabinet under the table before standing with a grin and holding a round plastic jar almost like a white drum with a green label.

The bull unscrewed the lid and tossed it aside casually, ripping the tin foil safety barrier off with his teeth as the thick ox tail swishes around excitedly in his horniness. He licks his lips and gets his nose all wet while dumping a bunch of ice-like capsules onto the towel right next to Reylan's face and drops the empty container into the trash. "Mary said you had problems using your diaper and told me to get the laxatives out for your next change. She said I would need about ten for the right result, but I aim to do the missus one better and put all fifty up that stubborn butt!" He chuckles, finding the jar of nursery jelly and jams a thick finger in the honey-like goop before sinking it almost painfully into the puppy's hole and threatens to break his tight ass on that girthy hooved digit.

Daddy fucks it in and out a bit to spread the lube, Reylan feeling every groove and callus on the finger as though it were some bumpy ribbed dildo. "Now if baby bitch gives me any trouble, you're going to get a spanking with my belt and tehn an enema of my fresh steamy piss." The puppy could only nod and blush, as none of that sounded pleasant even if he didn't want his sensitive ass filled by dozens of rectum-burning plugs that would no doubt force him to mess.

The hyper-masculine tauren was far crueler than Reylan gave him credit for as the dominant male took each suppository one by one and ever slowly and painstakingly pushed each up the canid's bottom as if some mean game at his expense. For awhile, as twenty or so were slipped in his anus like fiery micro cocks, there wasn't anything particularly unpleasant about the pills except the constant mild cinnamon-like warmth that had now coated his sphincter as they slipped in.

Quickly though, his anus started to ache with soreness and a gradual buildup of irritation that now felt like tobasco sauce had been liberally sprinkled on his tailhole in substitution for lube. By the the time he had thirty or forty up his butt, the pills were melting and caused his whole ass to burn with an urgency to mess and expel them, but daddy had yet to finish his work and the pup dared nor risk his wrath. Other than clamping his buttocks together to no avail, Reylan didn't dare do anything worse to struggle back against this nasty treatment.

After the last had been popped into his butt like an anal roofie, he thought it was all over and he would be changed into a new diaper he could soil and get some relief from this raging fire up his bum, but the bull had a different idea entirely as he stroked an erection similar to a monster-sized deercock. "Time to mix up baby's medicine." Daddy chuckled, grabbing a handful of the petroleum grease and smearing it all over his spear of bulldick until it was shiny like a pink plastic ring toss toy; the huge low-dangling bull nuggets convulsing with excitement at this new chance for debauchery.

As daddy surged forth with his slimed breeding stick, Reylan gave a soft moan and actually enjoyed it. The pleasure only lasted a second or so once the bullcock got far enough inside; not only pushing its way past all the melting pills but dead-ending right at Reylan's limit and frustrating the bull as he'd only got half of his cock inside before the canid's ass puleed a 'Gandalf the Grey' and basically said "You shall not pass" even though the bull still tried insistently jabbing it in to make room for the rest of his slender pole of a hiefer holefiller.

Reylan found himself wincing through that series of nasty merciless thrusts until daddy finally gave up on that impossible task to use seven of his thirteen inches of bull tool to get the job done and melt the laxatives with his hotter than normal bovine body heat instead. It had been a few minutes of casual pounding and the muted thuds of daddy's nuts thumping against the changing table before the puppy felt that the trick was working and he had an assful of the stinging liquid like juice squeezed out of jalapenos to make his subby rump feel even worse than before.

He tried shaing his ass, but the bull held his waist firmly to keep that silly futile resistance from interfering with his sexing session. Some of the melted glycerin dripped from his hole in a tiny trickle, but the cock formed a surprisinglygood plug in his anus to keep most of the foul torture of infantilist domination right where it belonged and made him wish for an early end to this nastiness just so he could be rid of it.

He'd even beg for the pink waddle swaddler diaper if it might end all this, but he was smart enough to know it wouldn't; the bull was having his perverted fun and didn't want for it to end. Daddy obviously enjoyed the humiliation just as much as the sex and diaper changes themselves. On top of that, Reylan was getting used to this. In fact, he secretly began cravings for more punishment and embarassing things to happen as he was treated like a baby shared between the two bovines. It wasn't why he came to study abroad, but it could have been alot worse and there were those gay prostitute traffickers in Amsterdam and Germany that were enough proof of it. At least this way, things were reasonably okay and he knew who to depend on for his daily needs.

Daddy's bullcock intensified its pace, and though the big make was careful not to push too far in, the speed at which he bred Reylan caused the canid to tremble. Soon, on top of the laxative soup, the bull let out a volatile loud and ferocious mooing purr before filling the puppy's bowels with hot ropey gooey seed until his belly bloated as though he'd eaten a large feast. "Hold it all in while I get your diaper on or I'm going to make all my vulgar little threats a promise." The bull warns, carefully pulling a slimy flaccid pink worm from the dog's rear as he digs in the cabinet cavity for the giant pink diaper as promised.

Reylan whimpered at the humiliating sight and bulk of the crinkly thick disposable princess padding, but knew there wasn't anything he could do. If he wasn't diapered soon as was proper, he'd be using the carpet as a bathroom and would suffer the wrath of both his new adoptive parents.

The bull started by threading his tail throug the back hole after the big nappy had been unfolded. After his tail was in position, it was laid down like a cotton-filled hourglass and his butt was daintily placed into it. Then his nethers and bum got an ample sprinkling as well as lewd massage of talcum powder rubbed directly into the skin before the diaper front was folded over and taped in place.

Satisfied the change was finished, his paws were locked back in their baby mittens and his diaper region secured into a frilly vinyl nappy cover to keep him from doing naughty things like tear it off and run around nakie. Just as daddy had helped Reylan off the changing table into his wide-legged cubbyfur stance, the wolf whined in humiliated submission and squatted; finally losing all that careful control over his bowels amd filled the seat of his diaper when the glycerin was too great a force to hold back, a mushy lump the size and weight of a bowling ball now dragging down the back of his nappy like warm oozing lead.

Unfortunately, as daddy took him down to the kitchen, the wolf learned that his humiliation for the day had only begun. "Is the baby sissy ready to have some breakfast with mommy?" The bull teased, snickering as each of Reylan's cautious steps made the contents of his newly bloated diaper shift around like a water bed.

He had learned to be wary when it came to the odd things that the cow liked to do. More than likely, his breakfast would be something degrading which gave both bovines no end to amusement. It would probably be more fresh milk from those giant breasts or worse, a few jars of mashed baby food.

Reylan knew something derogatory would be fed to him, but when they cam to the kitchen after a long series of stairs, he certainly didnt expect a tall restraint high chair like he was seeing now. Though it was difficult to do because of his diapers' padding, Reylan tried to curl his tail between his legs at the horrendous frightful sight of such a torture device for adult babies!

Last night he had to suffer through a diaper filled with mess and rotten milk. Today, it was mess and fresh bullcum which he didn't envy sitting in. Reylan watched as the daddy bull snuck up to his wife and gave her quite chubby butt a good groping; both round fat asscheeks prominently bared as she still wore her customary green apron and nothing else. Although he was completely gaym that didn't stop him from liking both those holes when either bovine flicked a tail around lazily.

Daddy gave the cow a nibbling kiss on her neck while rubbing flaccid meat around in her buttocks. "Me and baby had fun: used his diaper like clockwork." He chuckled and fondled those huge heavy titty udders under the front of Mary's skimpy clothing. "Could even set Big Ben on the accuracy of the calf sissie's messing." He joked with a mooing purr of unending humorful lust.

Mary gave a soft lowing moo in response, blushing and affectionate from her mate's naughty play on her sizeable spotted bottom. "I hope you had a fun time while I was busy making breakfast." She mused, looking briefly over her shoulder at the shy puppy as she cut leaves and inedible parts off fruits and veggies before dumping the good portions into a blender. "Put baby in her seat, honey. It's time to feed her." Reylan's eyes widened in fright as he saw the cow finish cutting up produce and dumped four cups of Metamucil fiber powder inside before turning it on and grinding the whole nasty mess into a puree; a strange sound of churning sand came out as the spinning blades came in contact with the fiber dust within.

That was all the warning he got before the big naked bull grabbed him and put Reylan in the the high chair. He squirmed pathetically with a sharp howl of misery as cum and shit suddenly turned into a wet icky cushion under his butt and surged all over his sheathe with squishy viscousness as though mud. The canid did his best not to move, but it was actually more difficult than he imagined; the wate squirting around with sloppy warm smoothness like some kind of effluent velvet mixed with grimy sand.

His ears lowered in shame as he found himself hating this new aspect of a cubby life. So far, Reylan only had one literal moment of peace to enjoy a clean diaper before his aching doggie bowels and bladder fouled it. Daddy bull, keen on the canid's distraction, used this chance to buckle all the wolf's limbs in place to their restraint positions and bestow further humiliations upon him as the token baby in the 'family'.

He whined as a cartoonishly big pink bonnet and bib were fastened into place and daddy bull pinched his cheek with a cruel smile of predatory mischief. "My does the sissy look adorable!" Daddy snickers, tweaking both the wolf's nipples as an afterthought until Mary pushed him aside with a bump of her rear while carrying a childish pink bowl filled with mixed muck that had princess furry images decorating the sides like an Easter egg chopped in half.

"Cut it out, Roger. Can't you see the new baby is scared enough as it is?" The cow warned with a playful raspberry towards her mate as she bent low in Reylan's face mixing the food with a spoon shaped like a fuschia airplane. "Honestly, love, you should get a job as a clown. At least then the way you scare littles shitless would seem almost appropriate." Then she giggles at his expense and playfully smacks the bull on his nose with her tail.

As the wolf saw a spoonful of mush get close to his face, he turns his muzzle away to avoid it and mildly annoys the cow in the process. "Come on puppy. I bet you're hungry." As if to confirm such a suggestion, his stomach rumbled and made it quite clear for everyone that he DID need to eat; belly aching with a sour fiery pain with a touch of some nasty nausea to go with it.

Daddy watched with a certain sadistic glee as Mary ended up painting Reylan's stubborn lips with the freshly pureed baby food. A great deal had already stained his chin, but he still refused to ingest any of that nasty stuff that would only work through his bowels and make him evacuate again like lightning. What little bit did make it in his lips was actually pretty good, but there was a certain dignity to protesting this humiliating treatment.

Mary tsked and looked firmly into Reylan's eyes as she tapped a cloven hoof on the ceramic tile of the floor while the bull flipped through a newspaper and sipped from an unsweetened mug of black coffee. "Don't make mommy force it down." She threatens, picking up a clothespin and clicks the wooden jaws meaningfully. He didn't know what she was up to until the cow came at him with the "airplane" once again with encouraging nonsensical words of baby talk.

When he still rejected the small spoonful of green paste, she put the pin on his nose and effectively closed off his air so he had to breathe through his mouth. "Now we play mommacow's favorite game." She chuckles, pinching his cheek as Reylan shook his face to try to be rid of the thing on his face and utterly failed at it.

As he opened his mouth, two of her fingers quickly shot into position at the corners of his lips to keep the hinges of his jaw locked in place unless he bit her (and he knew it would be a bad idea). With her leverage in his mouth, she waits for the canid to gasp for air before offering the first spoonful and dumping it rudely on his tongue. "Don't be fussy or difficult; you'll get my titty and a belly full of milk in one go if you try me." She giggled lightly, though the warning was still quite ominously there.

Reylan lowered his ears and swallowed, the gritty fiber pieces scraping his teeth as if pulverized bones or rock. A few more helpings of this bulk laxitive puree, and a sudden fullness came over his tummy even though he'd eaten only ten or so teaspoons worth of the sticky gooey stuff that squirted between his teeth like tenderized clay with every misguided flick of wild flailing puppy tongue.

His bib was a total mess, and Mary only salvaged half of what managed to crawl down his lips and chin like green slugs, but most of it had found its way into his belly with an aching swathe of fire up his throat from an overabundance of acid for digestion. Once the feeding was done with, Mary removed her fingers and the pin off his nose to pay meticulous care on his face with a wet sponge until most traces of slop on his head and chest were gone.

"My, was baby calf hungry!" She moopurrs happily while rinsing the cloth under a running faucet and tempting her husband's curious horny sidelong view with a saucy wiggle of her big fat cowbutt.

She pet his head in an affectionate but condescending way, before making her way to a nearby bathroom. Mary stood at the threshold at the door before seeing Roger munch his flat teeth through a green waffle covered in strawberries and whipped cream that must have been made out of enriched grass instead of flour. "Lawnbread" was what most herbivores called the substituted starch, but he wasn't sure about that, since he was a predatory species and didn't pay too much attention to things like that. "I got things in town to take care of. This time you can mind the calf, dear?" Mary giggles out, wiggling white starched panties up her legs and then a knee-length skirt while dumping her apron carelessly on the toilet seat cover.

The bull, grinning and horny, had no trouble masturbating with a paw and shoveling syrupy confectionary strawberries in his maw with the other. "Of course. Me and the little heifer will have loads of fun having some father-daughter bonding together." He licks his lips and chuckles at his own joke as Mary puts on a bra, blouse, and then slides a tiny blue gingham purse onto her shoulder like it was a fancy pimple under her arm.

She blew them a kiss on the way out the door, lifting the back of her skirt to give the bull one last peek at her fat bovine buttocks. "Right-oh. Bye dears!" Then she left them in a vacuum of silence except for Roger's munching or the subtle sloppy noises coming from under the table as the bull casually jerked his beef. While daddy ate, Reylan faintly wondered - - then became obsessed over what might come next in this strange progression of bovine debauchery. It took another five or so minutes for the bull to finish his coffee and all the interesting articles in the paper he wanted to peruse before leaving the table and walking ever slowly and purposefully toward the canine like some over-muscular kinky god.

The brown male with the thick sharp polished horns on his head looked at Reylan and smiled with a lick of his lips and nose. "Your mommy made me all frisky again. Know what that means, don't you slut?" He chuckled lewdly as though it was some bad joke.

The canid blushed as the bull undid this restaints and took him out of the ridiculously high chair. "But first we should get you out of that nasty diaper and cleaned up so I can fuck you proper." He expected another bath, when daddy led the way to the bathroom, but the bull was too lazy for that; yanking the full diaper down Reylan's legs and cleaning up all the nasty places with a unending supply of baby wipes.

When they were done, the canid though he would get another change, but the bull surprised him by laying down a large yellow fleece blanket with a few plushes and the firm command to get down on his belly like a good little Heifer. As Reylan did that, burying his shy face in between both a plush of a purple collie and black lab, the bull slid a new thick diaper under the wolf's cortch and gently played with his marbles for a little while as his sheathe slowly humped into the diaper front with a slight muffled squeak of joy.

Then as one giant hand rested on a buttock, the other forced his tail up with a string of oogling praise from the horny male. "Just as cute and tight as always. Ready to make daddy happy?" The bull asks with his usual snickering moopurrs of horniness as he collects up some spit and drops it right on the wolf's butt like a hot splashing bomb before the bull lowered himself over Reylan as though doing a push up and used his cock like a paintbrush to spread the 'lube' around.

When Roger was satisfied, he sunk his hot javelin of bullness effortlessly into Reylan's butt with a squishy sloppy nose of bending flesh; cock stretching the puppies hole as if a long thickened finger. Like last time, the bull only got halfway inside before the shallowness of the canid's virgin ass stopped him, but the musky older male wasn't going to yield to it for long.

Reylan panicked as the long slender penis pushed further through his rectum and colon to hilt himself in the puppy. As pain in his ass and a throbbing headache started at the back of his skull from a sharp rise in blood preasure because of the slow cramming rape of daddybull, it was a welcome relief when the male eventually straightened out Reylan's ass and hilted himself to the succulent balls in one slippery stab of cock. "Mhmm. And that's how a bull deflower's a heifer's flower." Roger snickers, doing fast pushups into the canids ass to fuck him.

Now that Reylan was nice and limber from the previous treatment, he could handle the sudden increase in pace with ease, fingers twisted in the blanket as he made hushed little gasps and yips of pleasure. There was enough lube present so that he didn't feel any nasty tugging on his anus if daddy pulled out, but the build up of heat in his ass from all the rubbing began to irritate him; his cock jumping and soaking the blankie in puppy juice like a bad leak.

His hungry ass gripped on daddy and didn't dare let go, causing the bull to idly flap his ears about and only pound in and out rougher like a hole punch on an assembly line; his cock now purple and swollen from the stimualtion and almost ready to blow after what must have been a couple hundred desperate pushups that left the bovine sweaty and stinky all over, but otherwise not tired or fazed by the whole event. A few times he snorts and licks his nose, but is too preoccupied to say anything; not that Reylan expected any praise since he was already loving this domineering nature and example in primal breading.

Daddy's loss of sexual control came without warning and filled Reylan's puppy ass with an inconceivable load of bull milk that suddenly turned his hole into an oven with the unbelievable heat coming out of that big bovine body and two giant ornamental testicles swinging in their leather bag almost like ostrich eggs. Reylan made a quiet whimper as Roger grunted with a exasperated snort while laying on the small canid with thin cock still plugging its respective hole. He hoped the bull woudn't fall asleep or lower himself further or the young wolf would surely get crushed underneath all that obvious muscle.

He felt his stomach gurgle and cramp as bovine soup spun around in his butt pipes like groaning water swirling down an open drain. Since having his ass filled two previous times, Reylan was little better prepared for the sudden invasion, but that didn't make the ordeal any better.

After a moment or two, the bull pulled out with his hard cock dripping with his own juices like a bee stinger, grinning with amusement as he licked his lips and flittered around brown ears while looking down at the shy dog still lying on this tummy in submission with an assload of cum. "Now that daddy had his fun, why don't you flip yourself over for a new diaper?" He snickered, wagging his finger in a twirling manner for empasis.

Reylan did as ordered, but accidentally flopped the clean diaper to the side. The bull chuckled and grabbed the wolf by his ankles, lifting up his stubborn little butt into the air and putting the padding back were it belonged: the soft dry cotton a sudden comfort against the wolf's raw sensitive buns as he simply made a squeaky subdued bark and blushed as his nice bushy tail was put through the hole in the back. His goodies felt exposed and helpless, but it wouldn't last long as his hole dribbled with a stream of steamy cum as he felt the first wintry sprinkles of talcum powder on his boy-bits before the front was folded in place and the plastic tapes of the princess diaper slipped neatly in place.

Trapped in a clean diaper and feeling somewhat refreshed and happy, Reylan felt the first stirrings of love come through him: strange silly ideas that made the college puppy believe he could make this whole thing work out and have fun. Maybe with time, he could love unending days of being a girl for two giant bovines that had become deluded in the fantasy that keeping a kidnapped male fur around might actually work out.

Aside from the hornyness he usually saw in the bull's eyes, he also saw a gentle spark of love and affection. Then he knew he had his answer.