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Trey huffed as he ascended the stairs to his bedroom. The muscly stud of a gryphon was sweaty and his muscles ached from a long, hard session at the local gym. He was in need of a nice, hot shower. It was worth it though. He grinned to himself in the mirror as he stripped himself of his sweaty T-shirt. His muscles bulged, making themselves defined even through Trey's thick mix of fur and plumage. All of that smugness was thrown out the window as he heard a noise. It sounded like it came from the hallway.

'Hello?' he called out.

He went out to investigate. Nothing. He shook his head. He must be feeling off that day.

Trey then went back to the mirror to strip himself of his lower garmets; strong digitigrade legs telling the same story his upper half told - that he was just a wall of muscle. But perhaps above all, he was most proud of his manhood. Trey was perhaps the only male he knew of who was genuinely satisfied with their equipment. He fondled his sheath and heavy sac. At it's peak, his shaft would be a solid eleven inches long, knot and all. Trey beamed at his pride, perhaps a little narcissistically. He worked hard that day. Perhaps it was time to reward himself.

He started to squeeze and stroke his sheath, coaxing his member out. He realized he needed to pee badly but he guessed he could wait. Most of the time, he didn't need porn or any other forms of "stimulation" to get going. Trey was always horny, and he got real creative when he needed to pass the time. He started to pant openly, producing a deep moan. He glanced at himself in the mirror. God, he looked hot; tight muscles working as he worked his massive pole. Trey was conflicted. He wanted to like girls and he worked hard to grab their attention but somehow, he couldn't quite get over how arousing the male form was, especially if one was as buffed and polished as he was. Yeah, he liked them big and mouscle bound, yet he still wouldn't admit to himself that he was gay or at least bi. Not even when most of the porn he jacked off too was the gay type. Nope.

His pole was slick from all the pre he was leaking, acting as a natural lubricant. God, he was close. He panted. Mentally, he cursed himself for coming so soon. He'd barely gotten started.

'Oh yeah... Yeah... Aaah-'

He was seconds from coating the mirror before him with gryphon spunk, when something large and orange bounded into his room in his peripheral vision. Trey barely had time to react.

It was a fox. Instinctively, Trey tried to cover up, embarrassed to have someone see him like this. Not even in the school showers had anyone seen him aroused. He was too slow. The fox was holding a gun, he realized. He didn't even have time to make a sound as the fox pulled the trigger and fired directly at his crotch.

He expected a world of pain. He expected his crotch to light up in a hurt so great, he'd black out then, and be on morphine for the next couple of weeks while his ruined crotch healed. But none of it came. Instead, he felt a cold there, like his junk was soaking in ice-cold water. Trey stared. His erection died and a nasty feeling bubbled in his gut. Blue balls. His beak spreak wide as he watched what happened next. Slowly, his dick started to shrink! It wasn't receeding into his sheath, it was fucking shrinking! His red bone quickly lost inches... eight... seven... His massive balls too. Originally, they had to be almost the size of fists, a testicle. But he watched as they shrank and shrank, until they were no bigger than pebbles! He gawked at his limp cock. He pinched it up by the head. It couldn't have been bigger than two inches! It reminded him very much of the red flashlight that dangled from his bunch of car keys. He thought the flashlight was bigger than his tool. He looked up again at the artificial sound of a camera snapping a photo.

There was it again as he stared dead on at the fox, wearing an undoubtedly stupid look as he looked at his miniature package. The fox was holding up one of those next-gen smartphones with good cameras. Lowering it, the fox beamed at Trey.

'Hello, Trey!' he said. He was an ordinary red fox and Trey hadn't the vaguest idea of where he'd seen him before. Judging by his age and the clothes he wore, Trey guessed he was from school. Just an average kid, with an average build. Nothing special.

Trey didn't know what to say. He stared at his cock and then at the fox, and then at his cock. The fox smiled.

'Yes, it's not a dream. You're not imagining it. I shrunk your massive package and now, you're hung like a new-born pup.' He patted his holstered gun. Trey noticed it was different from a normal gun. It was plastic! And it had what looked like a bottle crudely taped over the top. In the bottle was a small amount of green liquid.

Trey stared at him, still too shocked to say anything.

The fox continued, 'I'm going to be very frank with you. I don't like how you talk about us foxes.'

'W-Wha? -' Trey stammered.

'You think we're all sluts, that all we're good for is a nice lay and that's it. Well, I've got news for you, bud. It ain't like that! And that brings us here. I got quite a few pictures of your little secret and all I need to do is tap a little here and tap a little there on my phone and everyone with internet access is going to find out the hottest piece of studmuffin in Thunder Valley is actually hung like a termite!'

'What!?'

'I'm blackmailing you. What is it with you jocks? I'm going a deal with you. You do whatever I say for the rest of the day, and this will all be our little secret and nothing more. I'll even give you back all of your proud inches. But that is, if you don't fuck around with me. So what do you say?'

'W-What!?' The gryphon's eyes grew wide. The fox chuckled internally. It all looked too funny; that look on a huge muscly gryphon with a baby pecker.

'Do I really have to repeat myself? I'm going to teach you a lesson. Heck, I might teach all of your jock buddies a lesson. I'm going to teach you to control that trap of yours. Now, enough wasting time! On all fours!'

The gryphon was rooted to the spot. He was positively dumbfounded. Irritated, the fox pinched and twisted a nipple and with a few swift moves he learned in karate, he brought the gryphon down hard on his stomach, the force of the crash resonating throughout the room. Trey wirthed in pain. The fox then got behind him to roughly spread Trey's legs. He sliped his hands below Trey's muscly ass and found, albeit with a little difficulty, what he was looking for.

The gryphon squaked in pain. He almost relieved himself all over the floor. The fox was yanking him up by his shrunken orbs. Trey reacted instinctively to prevent them from being torn from him. He lifted his hind quarters and then settled on all fours, like the fox asked.

'You fucked up. I think I'm going to have to take away an inch from you. Oh, and I'm Jake by the way. Pleased to meet you.'

The gryphon looked up at him, horrified. He had lost an inch. He had ten left. Also, this was hardly the best times for introductions.

'What the fuck is wrong with you!? Let me go and give me back my cock and balls, you little sh-' Trey bellowed, finally regaining some self-control. But he was stopped almost immediately by the fox who clamped his beak shut with surprising force for a guy his size.

'One more inch. I think that leaves nine. You're lucky that's still plentiful. You know what? I think baby needs to learn some manners.' Jake flicked Trey's toy-sized ball sack, making him spasm in pain. Jake got up and rifled through a bag he didn't notice before. All the while, Trey remianed on all-fours, narrow feline tail between his legs. He needed to be careful, really careful. He couldn't afford to lose anymore of his manhood to this crazy fox. He resigned to do whatever it was this guy wanted.

Jake pulled set an array of bizzare things out in front of Trey: a pacifier, pack of adult diapers, a child's potty, a bottle filled with baby formula, a dildo, lube and some pills. Trey gulped.

Jake put on a pair of latex gloves, making Trey flinch as they snapped into place.

'Yeah, I think baby needs to learn a lesson. I think baby's going to need to start from scratch seeing as she's got everything wrong.' Jake cooed. This was insane.

'W-What are you going to do to me?' Trey paled.

'Another inch. I didn't say you could talk.' Jake said coldly. Trey hung his head low. He had eight inches left.

'Now, I think we should start with a little toilet training. Can't have cute little iddy girls like you making weewee and pooping all over the place, can we?' He said. The babying tone was starting to make Trey sick. He was a well-built grown man for God's sake! He knew how and where to piss and crap a long time ago.

Jake got behind Trey with a bottle of lube. Oh God... Trey thought. Something was about to go up his butthole. He raised his tail automatically for fear or losing further inches.

'Good girl,' was all Jake said. Trey whined internally. He didn't add extra inches.

Jake kneaded Trey's well-muscled cheeks before spreading them to gain better access of Trey's virgin star. Jake snickered at the sight of this mammoth creature's miniature cock and balls dangling insignificantly between his legs. He got out his phone and snapped a few more pictures. He poked his star with the pointed nozzle of the bottle and watched as a generous amout of the stuff oozed out and directly into Trey's passage. Jake set aside the bottle and motioned for the gryphon to look at him. Jake turned on the recording function on his phone. Trey had pleading eyes that quickly went crossed as Jake shoved his middle finger whole, into the well-lubed orfice. Trey could've jumped a mile. His full bladder tensed. His body jerked at the sudden intrusion and his face lit up red. He cried out.

Someone had penetrated his virgin stud ass with his finger and... it felt good. Trey blushed harder. No, this couldn't be happening. I'm straight! he thought. Meanwhile, Jake continued to work his hole; stuffing a second finger in there to loosen him up. God, this one was tight, he thought lustfully. He gotHe thought that he would tear the gryphon in two if he went and just fucked him in the ass. Still, he was tight! He wondered how it would feel with his cock in there, buried to the hilt.

'OH GOT! GET IT OU-'

'Seven inches,' the fox said simply. The gryphon made a soft whimpering noise but the fox ignored it.

Once he was loose enough, he popped open the bottle of pills. Jake popped one, and another and another as far up the gryphon's asshole as his fingers would go. The phone was capturing everything, in high-def. The gryphon's anal walls contracted tightly against them. Trey groaned. He was conflicted. He wanted to kill this son of a bitch. He was humiliated; naked, down on all fours with a little femboy of a fox playing around with his tail hole. At the same time, all that poking around in there was starting to feel good! That startled him. He had never taken anything up there in his life! That end of him was strictly one-way and yet, it felt so right. NO! I can't be liking this! I'm not gay! Also, he really, really needed to pee.

Jake slapped the gryphon's ass before getting up to stand before him. He set the phone down and looked Trey in the eyes as he started undressing himself. Trey half looked away. His face was tomato red. I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay; he repeated to himself. In his half-vision, the fox removed his jacket and shirt, revealing a slightly toned upper body. Jake was nowhere close to him but Trey had to admit (reluctantly), that the fox pulled the look off well. Jake then stripped out of his pants and Trey really couldn't help himself this time. He stared at the fox's boxer shorts and the bulge in the center of it. Another thing that hit him was the fox's scent; so musky, so... masculine. He felt his already microscopic pecker draw up in the presence of a much mightier unit. Jake grinned down at Jake before pulling down his boxers and exposing a moderately-sized sheath, but even so, in his current predicament, the fox was possibly three times as big as he was. The jox jerked himself to a full erection. Trey's mouth watered at the smell and the glaze of the pre on the fox's greater member, while at the same time, he was shouting in his head: NO, I'M NOT GAY! THAT'S ANOTHER DUDE'S JUNK, LOOK AWAY, YOU IDIOT! Trey's stomach groaned.

The fox stepped forth, so that his balls bumped the tip of Trey's beak. Trey expected the fox to ram the whole thing down his throat but instead, the fox took his member by the knot and slapped Trey's face with it. It thumped against his face heavily - well, heavier than he currently would, probably. Pre splashed all over, some drops hitting him in the eye. His balls were conveniently just over his breathing slits, so that every time he took a breath, he would inhale nothing but pure fox musk. Trey blushed not at his treatment, not even as the fox cooed, 'Is missy ready for her nursies? I bet you're hungry! Well, you probably will be after this - so empty...'; Trey blushed because his pathetic member was starting to stiffen again. He felt it rising between his legs. The fox got his phone out to take a few more pictures, even one where the fox had his member pressed hard against Trey's outstretched tongue. Trey's tastebuds ignited with the curiously pleasant taste of fox cock. Trey grimaced as his stomach gurgled some more. His bladder had never been so full.

'Oh... Um, Jake? I-I need to use the bathroom.' He said in a small voice.

'Six inches. You're my baby girl! I'm your Papa or Dada, or Daddy, and you will address yourself as Missy. Got it? Also, yeah, it's right about time for that.' Jake grinned mischeviously.

Trey's insides turned ice-cold. He had lost almost half of his length in a little over ten minutes.

'Stand up,' Jake said. Trey obeyed, stretching a little. His bladder would empty itself soon. He made for the bathroom off to the right but the fox stopped him and tied his hands up behind his back. The fox tied his wings together too.

'W-What are you doing? Er... Daddy?'

'We're learning to use the bathroom, sweetie!' The fox smirked. He snapped a couple more pictures of the bound gryphon before setting the kid's potty in the middle of the room.

'Er... Daddy? What are you going to-'

'Oh, sweetie! We're going to practice target practice today! You want to be a boy after all, aren't you? Does sweetie think she's boy enough to aim her little weewee and make toilet like a big boy?'

'Y-Yes, Daddy.'

'Then go ahead! Make Daddy proud!' Jake sniggered, looking at Trey's cock. It was hard and up, standing at a full two inches. Trey looked at it and his heart sank. He would be falling out of girls' clits all the time with the size of that thing. Then he looked over at his target. It was four feet away. He made to get nearer to it but the fox just held him there. Trey visibly paled.

'Daddy wants me to piss all the way from here?'

'Five inches. I will not tolerate such vulgar words. And yes, I do. Big boy like you? I'm sure it's a piece of cake.'

Trey flinched. He was now about average-sized, maybe even below. He looked at the kid's potty. It was SMALL to say the least. He missed the full-sized thing standing right in front of it sometimes. How was he going to do this with a smaller bowl, four feet away, with his hands tied and with a raging erection? Piss spurted from his cock. His eyes watered. No way was he going to go right in his room. A second spurt of piss hit his bed as he bucked on the spot, trying not to go. He'd been holding it too long. He squaked as the dam finally burst. The fox was just behind Trey, with his phone out recording the scene and every dirty detail of it.

Piss hit the walls, the carpets, the desk, the windows, the wardrobe, the many posters that adorned the walls, Trey's bed, his books, his homework, his Playstation, his sweaty clothes. Some of it even managed to hit the ceiling, colouring it with sprinkles of yellow. The great, studly gryphon whined as he finished, piss trickling into a puddle beneath him. He flushed red. He'd wet himself in his room! He hadn't done that since he was six! Trey and Jake surveyed the carnage. Trey had managed to get piss on everything except the bowl he was aiming for. Trey was panting from all the effort he put into holding it all in. He pissed all over his own room! And with someone watching and recording at that! Trey's stomach gurgled. He had yet another problem to deal with. The fox took a picture of Trey's labored face.

'I must say I'm disappointed, Missy. I expected more from you. Looks like you'll be a she to me from now on.'

'Oh, God, Jake. I-I... I need shit right now.' The gryphon staggered as his bowels groaned.

'Two. That's two inches you have left. And I don't-' The fox never finished. Jake darted for the bathroom. No way was this guy seeing him take a shit and get it on video! But the fox was quicker than him. Blocking the bathroom entrance and then locking the door from the inside out. There was no way out.

'You... You fucker!' The gryphon groaned and then inhaled sharply as the fox drew his gun and zapped his cock again. There was another cold sensation.

'I have an idea,' he said, getting behind the gryphon. Jake kicked Trey's legs apart and forced the potty between his ankles. Trey tensed. He was on the brink of exploding. Any more sudden moves and he'd be screwed. His expression was pained. The fox took more shots and then set the phone down on his dresser, where the camera had a good angle of him. The fox set a foot stool behind Trey and climbed up on to it. The tips of the fox's ears barely cleared Trey's shoulders but it was enough. Trey felt something hot and hard against his entrance.

'Well, Mr. One-Inch. I think we're just about done with this role-playing exercise. I almost have what I want. I've got one more thing on my mind, though. Care to take a guess?'

Trey shook his head. He needed to just tense his pucker and everything would be fine, he told himself.

'I want you to beg me to put it in you.'

Trey's eyes widened. What if- His bowels rumbled again. He was about to go. He crossed his eyes and screamed, 'PUT IT IN ME, PLEASE!'

The fox obliged, stuffing his entire length into that feline ass. Jake pumped Trey hard and quick. Trey's labored moans were music to his ears. The gryphon couldn't take it anymore. Something in him broke. He came to a realization. He liked it! He liked things up his ass, and that fox cock pumping his no longer virgin pucker was just the best thing in the world at the moment. It stung like hell, sure; he was still pretty tight but pleasure overrode that pain. He moaned, bucking his hips back at the fox. He bent over slightly, allowing the more dominant male better access to his rear. Trey, the muscle-bound gryphon with his glorious pecs, abs and biceps was submitting; raising his tail and taking it up the ass from a better-equipped male. His one inch cock was up at full attention and his jelly-bean-sized testicles bounced as the fox rutted him. Looks like he wasn't so straight after all, Trey thought as he moaned openly and loudly as the fox made to cram his cock deeper and deeper into his oriffice. The big, muscly stud was moaning like a slut. The shrinkage had apparently made him even more sensitive than before. Trey came, his one-inch member spraying a lame drible of cum.

It seemed to go on for hours but in reality, it must've been like ten minutes. By then, both of them were sweaty and strained. The room stank of piss and arousal; more notably, vulpine arousal as the fox's maleness overpowerd the gryphon's own musk. Trey came four times and in that time, not once had he touched his cock.

'Oh, Daddy's gonna' feed Missy! Oh, Daddy's so close! Does Missy want daddy's milk?'

'Oh, yes, Daddy!'

'Beg for it! Work, for it like a good little girl!'

'Please give it to me, Daddy! Please! Oh- Oh- DADDY!' Trey screamed as he climaxed.

Trey's anal walls contracted. This time, it sent the fox over the edge. He spanked the gryphon's sore ass once more and hilted within him. The cock pulsed within him and jet after jet of potent fox seed coated Trey's innards. Jake came for about half a minute, filling Trey up so much, he started leaking; the fox cum trailing down his ass and collecting at his minaiture balls before dripping down on to the carper. Jake paused to catch a breather, leaning against Trey's broad back and wings. It was then that Trey thought: I have another guy's cock up my ass. The gravity of the situation settled in but Trey found himself too spent and too lost in pleasure to care. Jake pulled out, and at once, all of Trey's problems came rushing back to him.

His bowels practicaly exploded and Trey managed to plant his ass onto the potty just in time to avoid a major cathastrophy. He squaked as his ass exploded, making lewd noises as it did. All the while, the fox smirked down at the gryphon as he emptied his bowels before him. Trey's cheeks burned as more and more of his meals exited, helped along with a generous amount of cum. The fox picked up his phone and zoomed in to capture Trey's puppy-sized pecker bouncing as he unloaded stool after stool into the too-small bucket. Finally, he was done. The fox wasn't though. He stuffed the bottle he was holding into Trey's mouth. Trey's suckled on it; pride all but gone. His most private moment ever was now on video. The milk formula tasted good too. Once he was fed and full, a pacifier was provided for him to clamp his beak down on. The fox thought for a moment. Then, he bent down to pick up Trey's sweaty, piss-soaked jockstrap. He used it to clean his cock, adding cum and the taste of Trey's ass to the mix. Jake then tied the thing to Trey's head, making sure to get the crotch section over his breathing slits so that he could smell the thing in all its glory. Trey retched.

'Get up and on your back,' the fox ordered as he pulled out an adult diaper from the pack.

Trey got up gingerly and got into position for what was about to happen. He lifted his legs, exposing his pucker.

'Such a good girl,' Jake cooed.

Trey looked away spent and on the brink of dozing off, and then jerked awake again as he looked down to discover Jake stuffing the dildo from earlied into his hole. It was a canid dildo, the knot at the end forming a sort of butt plug. Trey moaned as it brushed and started to press against his prostate. Jake smirked.

'Knew you were a slut. That's it! Gryphons are now sluts. And fags too!' he snickered, stroking Trey's erect weiner with pinched fingers.

He finished diapering Trey and motioned for him to stand up. The fox again used the foot stool but this time, he stood in front of Trey, almost lovingly close. What the fox did next was completely unexpected. He stuffed his cock into the band of his crinkly diapers and-

'Aaaahhh... Much better,' Jake said as he relieved himself in Trey's diaper. Trey moaned as the warm fox piss stimulated his still-hard cock. When he was done, the fox motioned for Trey to get on his knees.

Jake picked up the potty and held it up to the gryphon's face. Trey recoiled instantly. Jake forced him to look at his own mess.

'Look at that, Missy! That's all you! I'm so proud of you!' Jake forced Trey's head into the sick. His eyes watered from the stench of his own crap. This was just too much! Trey blacked out and Jake slowly lowered the gryphon so that he was face-down in his mess. He took more pictures before wrapping up.

'What a hell of a day, he thought.'

The next morning, Trey awoke with a start. He flipped his sheets and stared at his crotch. His sheath was still as big as he remembered it being and he yanked off his jockstrap and stroked himself to his full length to make sure. He grabbed a tape-measure and sure enough, he was still the proud owner of an eleven-inch pecker. He darted around the room, examining things. Everything was clean. No piss on anything. No smell either.

'Just a dream,' the told himself, when he noticed a pile of somethings by the bathroom door: a child's potty, a canid dildo, lube, laxative pills, a pacifier, a baby's drinking bottle... and a note:

'We had fun yesterday and don't you dare deny it. Here's my number if you're interested in having a little fun. I admit, shit was pretty heavy yesterday! I'll tone it down if you'd like... fag - Jake'

Trey set the note aside for later. He grabbed the canid dildo, lubed it up and then moaned in exactacy as he impaled himself upon it. He wasn't so loose anymore.

Far away, in an undisclosed location, Jason crossed out a picture of a gryphon. He stared at the other pictures in the row:

A wolf doing push-ups, a stallion walking to his car, among others... Jake grinned.

'So it begins...' he muttered to himself.