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"Oh, I'm so glad you could make it on such short notice! It's been ages since I've actually gone out on a date, you know, because of the kids, and it's just so hard, you know? And so..."

Will did his best to appear interested in what Lucy was saying as she hurried around the living room, picking up this thing and that as she debriefed him, but truthfully he couldn't care less about what the cow was saying. Despite all her overtures of gracious appreciation, extolling his virtues and his willingness to come out at a moment's notice on a Friday night, Will really, really didn't want to be there. In fact, when his husband June told him that he was going to be babysitting Lucy's kids for the night, he'd straight up said 'no'. A group of friends had invited him out to go clubbing and Will had fully intended to go; unfortunately for him, when June wanted him to do something, there was almost no way to get out of it. There was an argument, sure, but it only lasted twenty minutes, and not five minutes after it ended, Will was on his way to trade a night of fun for a night of babysitting.

There was little hope of him squeezing any enjoyment from it, either. Will wasn't the babysitting type to begin with, but he'd been pressed into service for poor Lucy before, and he could understand why she wanted a day off. Her two calves were absolute hellions. Or, rather, her older one was. Ben was his name, and for some reason, the moment he'd laid eyes on the fox, Ben had apparently decided that Will would never have peace as long as they were together. The younger calf, Colt, was much more amenable, but unfortunately was usually roped up in his older brother's shenanigans, and such was punished alongside him.

"...are you even listening to me?"

Lucy's stern words jerked Will back to reality; though he was obviously zoning out, he faked a polite smile and nodded. The cow gave him a long, silent leer before continuing.

"...as I was saying, poor Colt's been all bound up, been about two weeks or so, so don't expect to change any poopy diapers from him tonight. I been loading him up with bout the worst shit imaginable, just to try and get him to go, but nope, nothing. It's gonna be one hell of a shit once it comes out, though, let me tell you! I'd lather up in vicks if you end up changing one, y'hear?"

Will nodded politely, and with a satisfied noise, the cow went on blathering about her night, how to feed her calves correctly, what to do if there's an invasion, and other pointless things he'd known since the first time he came out to cover for her. He had learned after the second time that if he didn't ask questions and looked attentive enough, he might be lucky and she would leave quickly.

Apparently his performance was satisfactory; after about five more minutes of lecture and gratitude mixed, Lucy rushed to her car and sped off, eager to start her night (and take a break from her calves). Will breathed a sigh of relief and finally was able to take off his shoes and coat, stretching a moment before walking out of the entryway and into the house proper.

There, waiting in the living room, was Ben. His arms were crossed and his eyes narrowed, and he was clad in nothing but a diaper. A wet diaper, to be specific.

Will knew it would be useless, but he had to at least try; he mustered all the energy he had and did his best to be friendly. "Uh... heya, kid. Nice to see you again. Do you... uh, where's your brother?"

"Dunno. Where's Mom? Are we stuck with you again? Is Mom looking for another boyfriend? I don't like you," came the indignant, rapid-fire reply. Will suppressed a sigh; it would be another long night. Not giving Will time to reply, the bull calf pressed on. "Last time you let us stay up late, so I told Mom and she said she'd never hire you ever again. Why are you here? Are you here to steal us? I'm gonna call the cops."

The kid was usually more bark than he was bite, especially the more extreme his threats became, but the fact that he was starting out by threatening to call the cops didn't bode well for the night. Will decided to change the subject before the bull calf could actually go looking for the phone. "You sure you don't know where your brother is? I have to go at least say hi to him before letting him do whatever."

"But you can't go look for him, you have to change my diaper first. You're a bad babysitter if you don't!" Ben said, crossing his arms even tighter.

Will's eyes drifted to Ben's diaper, assessing the damage. It was a bit puffy, yes, but it really wasn't soaked. Lucy would kill him if he changed diapers that were so dry, especially with how expensive extra-sized bull calf diapers were. "Sorry bud, you have to wet them a little more before I change you. Waste not, want not and all that."

Ben looked almost insulted, and Will was confused as to what he'd said this time. He knew the bull calf was acting out due to his mother dating again, and because of that would be more sensitive, but he really wasn't certain what he'd said that could be so offensive as to provoke the look on the young bull's face. Then, he heard Ben beginning to strain, and his tail lifted.

"Uh... Ben? What are you--?" Before Will could even finish his sentence, the bull calf let out a groan of relief and squatted some, biting his lip as thick logs of smelly, crackling shit coiled into the bottom of his diaper. The plastic sagged low, turning brown as it did so, and soon after the smell of fresh scat filled the air. This was soon followed by the sound of running water, and as Ben's crotch turned even more yellow and swelled, the acrid scent of urine mixed in with the already nasty smell in the air. The bull calf finished off his work with a low, rumbling fart, and shot Will a look of pure smugness.

"There. That enough use for you, Will?" he sneered.

Will's eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. It was 5:30; nearly four hours before he had any hope of putting either of them to bed. He was beginning to think it really was going to be a long, long night.

Unfortunately, his guess was correct; though he did end up finding Colt and getting some good, calm time in with him, soon enough Ben found his way to the two and began causing trouble, roping his little brother into all of it. It began with smaller things -- tipping over a trash can and making Will clean it up, throwing their food on the floor and mashing it into the carpet -- but soon ramped up further and further.

They'd run around screaming, steal the phone and try to call their mother to interrupt their date, and a few times they set up Home Alone style traps, but thankfully they were much less effective than their movie counterparts. Had they not been, there might not have been any Will left by the end of the night. Whenever Will was able to get Colt alone, he was as sweet as could be and even apologetic over his behavior, but once Ben came into view, he was back to his antics as if he'd never felt sorry in the first place.

All of that, Will could have dealt with it. He could have just brushed it off as hellions being hellions and managed just fine, even counted the night as having gone rather well. The one thing that turned the night from mediocre to bad, however, was the vast amount of diapers he had to change through the night.

Colt didn't contribute to any of it. True to his mother's word, the poor calf was uncomfortably bound up, and though he did wet himself a few times, that only led to one change, which he really didn't mind. His brother, however, had apparently learned of Will coming over early, and so had loaded up on the worst food that he could find. This led to many, many diaper changes for Will, all of which were filled with the nastiest, goopiest shit Ben could create.

Despite how terrible of a night Will was having, he could hold onto the one certainty he had; eventually, it would be time to put the kids to bed, and then he could pass the rest of the night in relative silence and peace. Once they were down, it actually wasn't that bad; he'd brought his Switch and dock so he could game as much as he wanted, the fridge was full of the best kind of snacks, and there was even a booze cabinet that Lucy had told him he could have full access to, if he wanted.

As the time grew nearer and nearer, Will found himself glancing at the clock more often. When it finally came time to put them down, he rushed them into their room as quickly as he could manage and shut the door behind him. Then, he settled down on the living room couch, chips to the left of him and beer to the right. He was determined to scrape every bit of enjoyment he could from the night, and with Hulu loaded up, he was ready to give it all he had.

All of that lasted half an hour.

Will was half an hour into an episode of the latest anime he was into when he heard the rustling. His blood ran cold as he realized what it was, but he refused to look. Even though the smell was strong and the rustling was getting closer, some part of him hoped that if he didn't acknowledge it, he wouldn't have to deal with it.

"Will. Change me." Ben's voice shattered any illusions Will had about having finally put the beast down for the night.

The fox sighed and sat up, rubbing his temples for a few moments before looking to his left. Standing in the doorway was Ben, clad in nothing but massively messed and wet diapers that were so full that they threatened to fall off his hips entirely.

"Jesus, Ben!" Will exclaimed in irritation. "I tried to make you use your training potty, but you said you didn't feel anything. What the heck is this?"

"I'm gonna tell Mom you swore at me!" came Ben's reply.

Will struggled not to roll his eyes. "Look, I told you to go potty before bed and you didn't. I'm halfway tempted to make you sleep in it as a punishment."

Ben's eyes widened for a moment, but that look of uncertainty was soon replaced by a smug grin. "Mom would never let you hear the end of it, she'd never hire you again if you did that."

Fuck. The kid was right.

With a groan, Will hoisted himself to his feet and trudged towards the changing room, grabbing Ben by his ear and dragging him along for the ride. Though the fact that he had to change yet another diaper irritated him, it really wasn't the end of the world. After all, with this diaper Ben had to be empty, and that meant there was no reason for the calf to get out of bed again. Besides, judging by the way that Ben was rubbing his eyes, he wouldn't be awake for much longer. A diaper change took ten minutes, and really wasn't too much time out of his night of relaxation. It would be quicker to just change it and send him back than to fight him and try to punish him for it.

Once he entered the room, he was quickly reminded of why he hated being in it; it wasn't just the fact that being there meant that he had to change a diaper. While that was bad enough, the real kicker was the stench. The scent of old diapers filled the air, clinging to the carpet and the wallpaper, and it mixed with the fresh scent of the diapers in the diaper pail to make a truly revolting concoction. Lucy seemed immune to it, but even Ben and Colt gagged whenever they had to come inside.

Once inside, Will grabbed Ben and hoisted him onto the changing table, which sagged slightly beneath his weight. One of the downsides of cow calves were that they got so huge so quickly; Ben was already a hundred and fifty pounds, most of that muscle, and it was getting difficult for Will to just lift him pup like that.

It also meant that he was strong; while Will was no wimp himself, the fact that someone that small was nearly pure muscle meant that there was the very real possibility of being overpowered by him. It certainly made babysitting a nerve wracking experience, but as long as he could keep his aura of authority and as long as neither calf realized how strong they were, things would continue to go relatively well.

"Alright bud," Will said as he lifted Ben's legs, "this is it for the night, alright? As soon as you're changed I'm putting you back to bed, and you're staying there." He'd learned to phrase his requests as statements long ago. If he didn't, Ben was more likely to disobey, and if he did, Will really had no recourse to make him do as he was told.

Ben, unfortunately for Will, was feeling particularly rebellious that night. "What if I don't wanna go down?" he asked, folding his arms.

Will rolled his eyes, doing his best to change the bull calf's particularly rancid diaper while holding a conversation with him. "Look, you don't get that choice," he said as he folded up the used padding, tossing it aside and beginning to wipe Ben's fur clean. "Your Mom's gone and put me in charge, so what I say goes, just like what she says goes."

"But... but what she says doesn't go," Ben said with a confused tone.

"I... what?" Will paused a moment, a strange feeling of nervousness growing in his belly at the calf's words. He quickly stuck a new diaper under Ben, folding it up and taping it without bothering to put powder on. Though he didn't have any real reason, he felt deeply that it was in his best interest to get Ben back to bed before he thought any more about his statement.

Unfortunately, it was too late for that. As he sat up, Ben looked thoughtful. "Like... I listen to her a lot of the time, cuz I'm a good son and all that stuff, but like... when I don't listen I don't worry because I know she can't stop me."

Will swallowed, his throat dry. He grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him gently onto the ground. "Let's... let's get you to bed," he said hurriedly.

Ben didn't budge. "Cuz... cuz I can overpower her." Ben looked up at Will with a wide grin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Will," he said with authority, "I'm staying up."

"The heck you are. Now get to bed, now." Will didn't feel nearly as confident as he sounded.

"I'm gonna stay up," Ben replied, "and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"You wanna bet?"

The bull calf paused a moment to consider his words. Then, with a shit-eating smile, he nodded. "I would."

The two stared at each other for a long while, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Despite Ben's confidence, he wasn't really certain he wanted to push the boundaries so thoroughly, and besides, was he really that much stronger than Will? And on Will's part... well, he knew the answer to that question; Ben was certainly stronger than him. The only advantage he had was resilience, that he could keep putting up a fight until Lucy came home, and then, hopefully, he would never have to babysit for them again. At this point he didn't care if it was because Lucy blamed Will or Lucy just realized what a little shit Ben was. As long as he didn't have to deal with him, Will would take it.

The standoff lasted about a minute before Ben finally dove in, encouraged by headstrong youth and recklessness. The struggle was surprisingly even, but Ben turned out to be more than Will's equal, and before long Will was crumpled on the ground, panting and groaning. His pride was more wounded than he was, but above all his stamina was gone. He wasn't too worried, however; he could just keep getting up and challenging Ben until the calf had to submit.

He wasn't worried, at least, until he looked up and saw Ben holding a jump rope and wearing a smirk.

"Uh... hey, uh, buddy... whatcha got there?" Will said hoarsely, still struggling to catch his breath.

Ben simply raised an eyebrow, testing the strength of the rope in his hands. It would hold.

The calf began to step towards Will, and with each step he took, Will backed an equivalent distance away, up until his back pressed against the diaper pail. The half-filled thing wobbled, but didn't fall. He had nowhere else to go. Will couldn't rip his eyes away from the jump rope.

"Ben, uh... g-get away, I... I'll tell your Mom, and you're never going to get ungrounded for how you treated me. But if you just go to bed, I'll pretend all of this never happened."

Ben continued to amble towards Will until he towered over the fox, his grin wider than ever before. Will tensed up, ready to renew the fight, but Ben paused and looked contemplative.

"Hey, Will. How long do you think it'll take for you to break this rope?"

The question took Will by surprise, and his tension lessened as he considered it; it wasn't long, but it was all Ben needed. The calf jumped into action, quickly wrapping Will around several times with the rope, making sure to get his forearms, biceps, hands and legs incredibly thoroughly bound before he tied a knot to ensure that Will would stay bound until someone else let him out.

Will tried to stand, but lost his balance and fell over, crashing into the diaper pail. The lid fell open, and a small slosh of brown-yellow piss trickled over onto the carpet, quickly joining all the other stains in the room. Ben's eyes flickered to the open diaper pail, and he chuckled.

"You know, I was just gonna leave you here for Mom to find... but I think I know a better place for you."

It didn't take much for Will to connect the dots, and he shook his head, wriggling in his bindings as he struggled to break free. "N-No, no," he pleaded desperately, inching away all the while, "I'll, don't do it, just leave me for your Mom to find. Or, or let me go and I'll never tell her, I'll let you do whatever you want whenever you want, you can stay up! Whenever I babysit I'll cook you anything, I--" Ben groaned, rolling his eyes. "Oh, shut up, will you?"

The curtness of his words made Will pause, and Ben bent down, picking up a diaper. It was a smaller one, likely Colt's. The fact that it was just a piss diaper lent credence to the theory.

"B-Ben... Ben please, I--harmmmfff!"

Will made a mistake opening his mouth; it was all that Ben needed to shove the diaper inside, wedging it so deep that there was no hope of Will spitting it back out. It was a great makeshift gag, something to keep Will from annoying him with more pleas, and, as an added bonus, something to make sure that he wouldn't be found until Ben wanted him to be found -- or whenever the diaper pail was emptied, whichever became second.

His eyes flew wide as the nasty diaper was shoved into his mouth, and the rancid, oily taste of old cow piss overwhelmed his senses. Try as he might, he couldn't open his mouth wide enough to push it out with his tongue, and every time he shut his jaw just a little, a 'fresh' squirt of piss trickled onto his tongue and into the back of his mouth, where he was forced to swallow it for fear of gagging and breathing it in.

Ben watched the show with a bemused smirk, tail lashing side to side as Will struggled to power through his torture. Normally he wouldn't be one for taking things this far, but Will really had gotten on his last nerve, and now that he realized his own strength, he had no intention on going back to the way things were. He didn't intend to fuck Will up so much he never came back, however. On the contrary, he wanted Will to come back! The goal wasn't to scar him and scare him away, it was to pacify him thoroughly enough that not only would he never tell Lucy, he would never, ever question doing what Ben wanted ever again.

A few minutes passed, and Will was beginning to acclimate to his situation. He wasn't comfortable by any means, but he'd already been forced to swallow most of the piss that was left in the calf's diaper, so he really was just uncomfortable at worst. Knowing this, Ben thought it time to finally stick him in the diaper pail itself, and he'd bent down to start the process when he heard a tired voice behind him.

"Will? Ben? What are you guys doin?"

Both Ben and Will blinked, confused, and turned around to see Colt standing in the doorway. He held a stuffed monkey in one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, leaning on the doorway to support his tired frame.

Ben put on a fake smile, turning around to face his brother, and blocking his view of Will at the same time. "Why, Will and I are just playing a game. Why don't you go back to bed, sweety?"

Unfortunately for Ben, Colt wasn't born yesterday; even if he was, Will's muffled noises would have tipped him off to the reality of the situation. He crinkled forward, yawning and peering around his brother to get a better look at Will.

"Really? What's the game?" he asked.

Not catching on that his cover had been blown, Ben had to think fast. "We're... doing a challenge."

Colt's eyes fell on the jump rope tying Will up. "What, a jump rope challenge? Cuz it looks like Will's really bad."

Ben couldn't help but snigger. "Uh... yeah, a jump rope challenge! Now, uh, if you'll go ahead and go back to bed, I can untie him and then I'll join you. How does that sound?" With the blank gaze Colt gave him, Ben finally realized that his younger brother was smart to his tricks. "Ugh... fine. Will's super annoying, so I'm tying him up and putting him in the diaper pail to teach him a lesson and make him do what I want."

Colt shook his head. "That's not nice, Ben. You should untie him." "But it's too late now! Besides, you're in on it too!"

Both Will and Colt looked at Ben with confusion.

"I... what?" asked Colt.

Ben smiled maliciously. "You're in on it too! You woke up and saw me, which means no matter what happens, you're going to get in trouble if Mom finds out." The older bull calf saw his little brother's look of nervousness, and knew to press on. "That's right! If we let out Will now, he's going to tell on us both and we'll both be grounded, like, forever. So if you don't like that, you're going to have to help me put him in the diaper pail, so he'll do as we want him to."

Despite Will's desperate efforts to communicate through his diaper gag that no, he wouldn't try and get Colt punished, Colt seemed thoroughly convinced by his brother's reasoning, even if he was reluctant to believe it.

"...but the diaper pail?" Colt said doubtfully. "That's gonna smell really bad, though. Like, there's a whole week's worth of diapers in there."

Ben frowned a bit. "Yeah... you're right." Both Will and Colt brightened a bit, thinking the bull calf was considering leniency, but their hopes were dashed as he continued. "Even though it's really stinky, the diaper pail being a week old means it really doesn't smell as bad as it could. I guess you could say we're being really nice by putting him in there and not, say, the dumpster outside. There, he'd have to deal with old diapers and all of our trash at once."

"I... I guess you're right," Colt said unhappily.

The last bit of hope died in Will, and he sagged against the pail, dejected. Ben saw his reaction and chuckled. He walked towards him and reached down, grabbing Will by his jump rope bonds and lifting him into the air. He struggled but still managed to do it, panting the whole while.

"Colt," Ben grunted, "open the lid so I can put Will in."

Colt reluctantly obeyed, walking over and propping open the lid just enough for Will to fit through. The older bull calf grinned at the look on Will's face, and walked over to the diaper pail, holding Will over the opening like one would hold a sacrifice over a volcano in the movies. Will tried to squirm and plea one last time, but without much ceremony Ben just tossed Will inside with a squelch, looking down and grinning at him one last time before closing the lid.

"Come on, Colt," Ben said, "let's get you to bed, alright? I'm gonna make sure that Will's going to be nice and comfortable in there, then I'm going to join you after that." "Oh... okay," Colt said unhappily. Ben took his brother's hand and guided him out the door, down the hall and into their shared bedroom. It would take a few minutes to settle Colt down, he knew, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't like Will was going to be going anywhere. He could be left to his own devices for a little while.

Meanwhile, Will had time to 'settle into' what would be his residence for, well... he wasn't quite certain how long. Lucy would be back the following morning, or late that night (she wasn't clear which it would be), and he might have hope of being let out at that point. It wasn't like he could call out to her to get her attention, with the diaper gag in his mouth and all, but surely it wouldn't be long before one of the two brothers needed a change, and she would just see him at that point. All he had to do was to wait until then.

Unfortunately for him... that wait was looking to be intensely uncomfortable for Will. He knew that it was going to be disgusting once he was dumped in -- he was shoved into a diaper pail, after all -- but this exceeded all of his expectations in the most negative way possible.

For starters, it was incredibly crowded in there. Had the bin been empty Will might have been able to stand it, but the thing had been more than halfway filled with diapers by the time he'd been shoved in, and it all was moved around to accommodate him. Warm diapers, cold diapers, they all pressed into his body from all angles, settling against his belly and laying on his shoulders. His body displaced them so badly that they threatened to cover his head, but thankfully he'd managed to leave himself a small little breathing hole, so that his tombstone wouldn't read 'Smothered to death by bull shit'. Although, that certainly would be an interesting thing to read in his obituary.

Grateful though he was for the small square of breathing space, it wasn't like the place was worth smelling. If he could have breathed through his mouth properly he would have, because the air in there, if it could even be called that, was absolutely rancid. The mixed stench of old bull piss and even older bull shit overwhelmed everything else, and the earthy, sharp undertones present in the smell made Will's stomach churn. Then, just as he thought he was getting used to it, he would detect a new scent and his nausea would go into overdrive all over again. It got to the point that he could distinctly smell each individual meal that the bulls had throughout the past few weeks, and Will intensely regretted Lucy's love for mexican food.

If the smell wasn't enough, all the diapers pushing up against him made for an incredibly uncomfortable time. Some of the diapers pressed against the poor fox's body were piping hot, still soft and filled with warm, fresh bull shit. While some of them were solid logs, most of them were filled with semi-liquid waste, and those ones leaked down his body, trickling across his skin until it pooled on the bottom of the bin. It made his skin itch intensely, but Will couldn't even squirm to try and rub it against something; he was stuck toughing it out the best he could, though the sensation was driving him insane.

Most of the diapers were cold, shit being unable to hold its warmth for more than an hour or so, but Will would be hard pressed to consider that a positive thing. While none of them leaked down his skin, most, if not all of them were covered in dry, cold shit. He avoided it the best he could, but where he ended up touching the pre-leaked shit it clung to his skin, making it burn and itch even worse than the fresh stuff did. In addition, at least the fresh stuff eventually drooled off him; this old, cold shit clung to his skin and refused to leave, prolonging the itching sensation.

As the final kicker, the icing on the cake and the nail in his coffin, a full week's worth of piss had been slowly trickling down to the bottom of the bag, and his entrance into the bin squished even more out of the diapers. By the time it was all settled and he'd stopped squirming, he was forced to crouch in a full four inches of yellow, oily piss, lukewarm and disgusting to the touch. It was bad enough already, but Will knew full well how it would feel once it cooled. He was in for a long, uncomfortable night.

Some time passed, and Will was beginning to think that Ben had decided to go straight to bed when he heard the bull calf's foot falls outside of the bin. The lid opened, and Will groaned as his eyes adjusted to the harsh light of the changing room. Ben towered over him, wearing the most arrogant smirk that the fox had ever seen on a cow.

"You having fun down there, Will?" Ben asked teasingly. Will simply glared up at the bull, the hatred and discomfort plain in his eyes. He had merely disliked Ben before, but always had dismissed the youngster's shenanigans as merely a kid being a kid, or perhaps a reaction to the fact that his mother was out dating again. What had happened tonight, however, solidified the idea in his mind that Ben was simply an evil, malicious person, and nothing could ever convince him otherwise.

Ben reached down into the bin, ignoring Will as he tried to shrink away. The fox figured that the bull calf was going to smear a shitty diaper on his head, or perhaps cover his small window of a breathing area with something nasty, but to his surprise, Ben just grabbed the diaper in Will's mouth and pulled it out.

Immediately Will began to retch, gagging and struggling to scrape the taste of diaper off his tongue by licking at the jump rope. Then he worked his jaw, trying to get some feeling back into it after having been propped open for so long. His tongue was completely dry, but unfortunately there was little he could do about that.

After allowing Will to recover a while, Ben leaned on the bin. "Alright, Will, how is it?"

Will blinked, not quite believing the question posed to him. "Are... are you serious?" he asked after a moment.

Ben's grin widened. "Oh, I know it's gotta feel really bad, but I just wanted to hear it from you directly."

The fox's eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, buddy," he spat out. He didn't care if Ben was offended or he'd tell his mother; as far as he was concerned, he was done babysitting the two, and done caring about Lucy's opinion of him. It was his husband who gave a damn about Lucy's opinion, and for once the rat was going to respect his decision if he had any issue with it.

However, Ben was unperturbed. He'd quite expected that reaction from Will, and honestly didn't blame him much. He'd fallen into the bin once, when he was just exploring and messing around, and the ten seconds he'd spent in that hellscape were so uncomfortable that he never wanted to go back in again. Will had spent about twenty minutes in there by this time, and Ben figured he had four more hours at least, and fifteen at most before his torture would be ended.

"Well," he said, turning away from the bin to grab something out of Will's sight, "I knew that the worst part of the bin for me was all the fresh diapers. Really warm, really itchy, right?"

Will nodded, though he never stopped glaring at the bull calf. What the hell was Ben up to? The calf seemed to be struggling with whatever he was grabbing.

"Well," he grunted as he lifted, "I don't want you to get your hopes up, you're still gonna spend all night in there so you learn your place. But I don't want it to be too bad, so I decided to make it a little more comfortable."

His curiosity was piqued, but Will refused to ask the question he knew Ben was dying to answer. He didn't have to wait long to see the answer in any case; Ben lifted up a clear plastic bag full of diapers and hung it over the entrance to the bin.

"See, after I put Colt to bed, I went out and found last week's bag! We'd missed trash day so it's been sitting there a while, and I figure I'll go ahead and just shove it back in! After all, it's full of cold diapers, and that'll probably just balance out the warm ones, won't it?"

Will nearly vomited at the sight of the bag, and panic began to set in anew in his chest. "Uh, Ben," he began, struggling to keep his voice steady, "I don't, I don't think that's gonna help." The bull calf set the bag down on the small lid hole, and all the piss inside began to gather just inches above Will's head. It looked even more rancid than the stuff he was already standing in, not due in the least to having soaked in shit for more than a week. It was more greenish brown than yellow, and with all the things floating in it, Will was certain there was a fair amount of pure shit mixed in.

"B-Ben, Ben, come on," Will pleaded. "Be reasonable! Just, just pull the bag away and put it back, you... you're punishing me enough, okay? It's already terrible in here, c'mon! I'll do what you say, I've already learned my lesson, just--!"

In his defense, Ben hadn't intended to torture Will much more than he already was. He had grabbed the bag to tease his poor fox, sure, but he was just going to put the bag on top of Will and let it sit there a while, figuring that the feeling of cold piss and diapers would make him queasy. After about twenty minutes he was just going to take the bag back out and leave Will in his misery, or maybe let him out even!

Unfortunately, that wasn't what happened. When Ben was trying to push the bag down on top of Will, he had misjudged the difficulty in pushing a trash bag back into the bin which it had came out of, especially without removing the lid entirely. The bulk of it was simply too big for the small hole it was being forced through. When faced with a problem of something not fitting, Ben reacted how most men did and simply pushed harder; instead of pushing his bag through, all this accomplished was to catch the plastic on the sharp rims of the lid's hole and slowly begin to tear it.

Will could clearly see the small stress marks forming in the surface of the plastic bag, and his pleas reached a fever pitch. Soon those stress marks slit across the small pouch of piss, and small trickles began to leak out. They splashed against Will's chest, his arms and his hair, quickly soaking his close-cropped mop. He shook his head, trying to direct the stream somewhere else, but all that ended up doing was to make the stream trickle down his face and get in his eyes, causing them to burn. He groaned in pain, but couldn't relieve it by rubbing his eyes; his hands were still bound to his side.

"Ben!" he called out one last time. "Ben, please stop pushing, the bag's about to break, just take it away!"

Will finally yelled loud enough to make it through Ben's grunting and the soundproofing of the bag, and the bull calf finally stopped. The trickle of piss continued, but Will could see that the stress fissures had stopped growing, and finally felt some relief for the first time in a while.

The bull calf stopped a while to consider his options, but eventually he realized that there was no way he could just push the bag in through as small as a hole as he was trying to do it through. While he'd wanted to tease Will a little more, he resigned himself to the fact that he simply couldn't; he grabbed the bag by the top and yanked it away from the bin, intent on tossing it aside. As he pulled, the sharp edges of the diaper pail's lid pinched the bag.

And the bag tore open.

A wave of piss immediately crashed down onto Will, washing the shit off his face but replacing it with piss in his eyes -- between the two, he would have preferred the shit. He let out a yell of pain, groaning and powering through the discomfort the best he could as the cold, greasy piss trickled down his body. It left little trails of oil behind, coating his skin before finally settling in the bottom of the bag. By the time it was finished, the piss was an inch above his ankles.

Meanwhile, Ben continued to struggle to remove the bag, completely unaware of the dowsing his babysitter had just received. He grunted, bracing himself against the bin with his left leg and pushing as hard as he could. The rip grew, and one by one the diapers fell onto Will. Will did his best to mitigate the damage, but it was damn near impossible.

The diapers already in the pail were bad enough, but at least they were mostly intact. These diapers, by virtue of both being thrown around when taken out and having rotted in the sun and piss for days on end, had almost universally exploded. Their tapes had given out, the shit had leaked everywhere, and there was simply no way to keep all of the shit from plopping directly onto Will's skin.

As the diapers continued to fall they got worse and worse; colder, heavier, and when the shit inevitably dripped onto his skin, each one seemed to be greasier and more congealed than the last. For a bit he was confused as to why that was, but he realized that the lower the diaper was in the bag, the longer it would have sat in piss and soaked it all up. It felt nice to know that there was a reason behind the nastiness and it wasn't just some malicious god hating him... but the fact remained, it was a disgusting experience through and through.

At some point there was a pause, and Will thought that perhaps the bag had emptied, and the worst of his experience had passed. He looked up, mouth open to chew out Ben, just in time for a particularly nasty diaper to fall open and smack him directly in the face. It soon slid off and joined all the other diapers around him, but his face was completely covered in corn-fed shit, and his mouth had a particularly large log inside it. Will started to gag and heave, and though he was able to push out most of the muck with his tongue, it was so soft that his entire mouth was slathered in it. Bits of corn mixed with the cold, cloying shit to become possibly the worst texture he'd ever had the misfortune of tasting, and it was only by a miracle (and frequent exposure to nasty things) that he didn't lose his lunch right there.

Ben was struggling to remove the bag through it all, and though he regretted seeing the bag empty onto Will, he never stopped trying in the hopes that he might be able to save the poor fox from at least a few diapers splattering onto his face and body. As the bag got less and less full, however, Ben noticed that the only diaper left was an absolutely massive one. It was brown through and through, still taped up and looking like it was about to erupt with shit. The padding was loosened and beginning to break apart, and as Ben squinted at it, he could make out 'Colt' messily scrawled across the groin.

"O-Oh shoot, that's... that's Colt's blowout from last week," he murmured to himself. His poor brother had a habit of being quite bound up, just as he was now, and so while he and Ben made about the same amount of diapers, Colt's shit diapers were few and far between. When he made them, though, they were absolutely massive, filled with a week's worth of nastiness and it was an honest miracle they didn't just burst every time.

And speaking of bursting, Ben realized that if he kept pulling on the bag, there was a chance that Colt's diaper would burst all over the changing room floor, soaking into the carpet and almost certainly leaving a massive stain. The bull calf stopped pulling and frowned; he couldn't risk that bursting over the floor. If it did, he would have hell to pay, because there's no way he could blame Will for it. Ben made a quick decision; he would have to push the diaper back into the bin. He hadn't wanted to torture Will quite so much, but he'd ended up doing it anyways... and he didn't have another option, really, so he might as well have fun with it.

"Alright, Will, it's almost over," he said as he walked up to the bin. The bull calf studied it a moment so he could be certain there was no other way to do it, and, once satisfied, he began to push the diaper back into the pail.

When Will heard Ben's words he let out a sigh of relief, but that relief immediately dissipated when he looked up and saw the diaper bulging above him, struggling to fit through the hole. The sides were caught on the plastic edges, and the big, brown groin was being pulled apart above him. The groin was directly facing him, and Will could read 'Colt' messily scrawled on with a marker.

"J-Jesus!" he exclaimed. "What the hell is that?"

Ben sniggered a bit. "It's Colt's blowout from last week! Real nasty stuff, Mom was gagging the whole time she was taking it off him. Plus it's been sitting at the bottom of the bag ever since, so it's had a lot of time to soak up all the pee."

Will could see why Lucy had advised him to put on Vick's when changing Colt's diaper; the stench reeking from the diaper was as bad as everything else he'd smelled that night all lumped together, and despite the coldness of the diaper, it almost felt warm on his face as it assaulted his nose. Will gagged and retched, eyes red and burning as he stared at the massive padding above him.

"B-Ben, stop, please! If, if you're careful you can take it out without it breaking, and you can just wrap it up in the plastic bad and it'll be fine!" Will's pleas sounded more like whimpers, and he was well aware of it. "Please... please, I've learned my lesson... you don't need to do this!"

As Will stared at the bulging diaper above him, Ben grunted, throwing all his weight behind the padding yet still being unable to push it in. He didn't know it was caught on the edges, and as he pushed the fibers in the diaper's groin began to disintegrate. The brownish-white areas melted away until the only thing between Will and a disgusting deluge was the plastic diaper cover.

"Ben..." Will said quietly. He was beginning to realize there was no way out; time was running low to convince the bull calf to pull back. "Ben, I'm serious, you don't have to do this, you can--"

Too late. With a terrible ripping sound, the plastic backing gave out and the entire diaper burst open. Near-liquid shit splattered onto Will, spraying him so evenly with muck that about an inch of filth covered him from the waist up. The piss had long ago been absorbed into the shit, but the sloppy mixture was just as bad, and quite a bit of it poured into Will's mouth as he tried to talk to Ben. The fox let out a yell of disgust and tried his best to spit it all back out, only to find that it stuck to his cheeks and to his teeth; there was no way he was going to be able to rid himself of the taste, possibly ever. He couldn't imagine a mere toothbrush could take away the residual effects of all that had transpired that night. It tasted like a cow had been only pig shit and mexican, and then the result was left out to rot in the desert sun for weeks on end before being forced into Will's mouth.

When Will had finally shaken enough shit from his face to be able to open his eyes, he saw Ben peering down with a mixture of horror and fascination on his face. The bull calf was impressed, though disgusted, and shook his head in disbelief.

"Wow, Will," Ben said with a low whistle, "I gotta say I feel sorry for you. That stuff's nasty, and you got it all in your mouth!"

He expected a response, but quickly realized Will couldn't talk; if he tried, the liquid piss-shit would just ooze down his throat, possibly getting into his lungs.

The bull calf grinned at that revelation. "Guess I won't have to gag you again, huh?" he said. Then, he stretched a bit and yawned. It was late, after all. "Tell ya what, Will. I'm gonna go to bed. So you enjoy yourself in there, and if I remember, I'll let you out before Mom gets here. Sound good?"

He didn't wait for a response before turning around and leaving, shutting off the light behind him and leaving Will in complete darkness to endure his torture for the night.

Time seemed to pass painfully slowly for Will, and seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. Every moment he had to spend in the nasty, stinking hellhole that was the diaper pail was a moment he never wanted to remember again, and by and by he eventually managed to fall asleep. That might be a bit too gentle of a term - passed out despite his circumstances might describe the situation more accurately. Regardless, eventually he was unconscious, slumping over against the plastic walls of the bin and thinking no more.

He was stirred back to life some time later by a harsh light in his eyes. Disoriented, it took him awhile to figure out what was going on. It had been ages since he'd woken up anywhere but his own bed, or snuggled up against June's slender body, and certainly he'd never woken up bound and gagged in a diaper pail, surrounded by nasty, cold shit and piss. It was an unpleasant experience for sure, and the shit caked on his skin made it difficult for him to even move enough to look away.

After a few moments, Will heard soft, muffled voices. Straining to hear, the voices became more and more clear until they entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

"And you're sure he just left?" It was Lucy, sounding a mixture of concerned and furious. "He just got up and left after calling you two mean names?" There was a pause, during which Will imagined the two calves were nodding to their mother. "Well... that's certainly a surprise, I never would have figured a friend of June's would just skip out like that. Especially not Will, he always seemed so nice, and he works so well with Colt!" Lucy sighed heavily. "Well... I suppose I'll have to find another babysitter. He's definitely not getting paid for this, I'll just have to tell June that when he asks for the money."

There were so many things to take in for Will - that he'd been left there at least overnight, or that that Ben was telling lies about him - but the only thought in his mind was 'Wait... I'm supposed to be getting paid?'

Some time passed, and while Will did his best to make enough noise for Lucy to hear him, it wasn't happening. At first he was just drowned out by the general noises that came with kids, but Ben noticed his attempts and began to be even louder to cover them up. Eventually Will gave up with a sigh, consigning himself to his prison for a little while longer.

"...still no relief yet, eh Colt?" Lucy said. Will strained to stand enough as to be able to see through the lid, but no luck. Still, he could guess at what was happening; she was getting ready to change Ben's diaper, and checking Colt's as she did. "Well, that's alright. We'll change you out of your dry diaper into a fresher one, right after I'm finished with Ben's."

Another few moments passed, and Lucy evidently finished up with Ben's. "Alright," she said, "now get over here Colt! Time to... is that your belly?" Will could just barely make out the growl of an upset bowel. "No... that's your... do you need to go?" The pause told Will that Colt was nodding. "Alright, well... let it out!"

Colt's voice was tired and uncertain. "Uh... m-maybe I can go use the toilet?" he asked softly. "I... I wanna be trained, and..." Will grinned; the little guy was trying to spare him! If he used the toilet, then Will wouldn't have to deal with his messy diaper.

"Hmn..." Lucy sounded uncertain, which was a rather good sign. "I guess... I don't see why not!" As Will sighed in relief, but Ben spoke up and dashed that hope almost immediately. He was beginning to sense a pattern, here.

"I don't think he can make it to the toilet, Mom," Ben said innocently. "I think you should just make him fill his diaper. It'll be quicker that way!"

"B-Ben!" cried Colt, but his mother shushed him.

"Ben," she said carefully, "I know you don't like that your brother's potty training himself faster than you, but that's no reason to try and stop him. It'll come to you in time bud, don't worry."

Ben's voice was desperate. "B-But... but if you let him go in the training potty, you'll have to empty it and change it! It'll take forever, don't you hafta go to work soon?"

Lucy stopped to consider; Colt whined again, trying to say something, but she shushed him for a second time. "Well... I guess you're right, Ben. Colt, go ahead and just use your diaper this time, don't worry about it."

"B-But Mooom!"

"No buts mister! Just fill it up so I can head out, alright? I've got a very busy day today."

"But Mom, you don't understand, Wi-mmpphfff!"

Evidently Lucy had shoved a pacifier into Colt's mouth just before he could tell her why he really was holding back.

"Come on Colt, I don't have time for this! Just go ahead and let it all out, it'll feel a lot better once you do. Don't worry about the diaper, it's okay for this one time."

In his defense, Colt tried his best. He grunted and groaned, letting out quiet, wet farts, and despite his mother's constant encouragement just to push, he did his best not to. Unfortunately for Will, the younger calf was not exactly the best at holding a thick log in, and as the seconds passed, his farts transformed from short, dry ones to long, deep ones, constantly getting wetter and wetter. They smelled so bad that even Will could pick out its scent over the noise of the diaper pail, and Ben was starting to gag.

"C'mon kiddo, just push it out!"

Will continued to wriggle and work his way up, and eventually lifted his eyes to the small crack in the diaper pail just in time to see Colt's ass jut out and the back of his diaper begin to bulge. It sagged in one distinct place, the plastic clinging to what Will knew to be a thick manure plug, likely the thing that was binding the poor guy up for so long. It was bigger than even most pig ones that he'd seen. It must have been painful coming out, and by the look on Colt's face, it was.

After a few moments the plug plopped into the back of his diaper, rolling to the bottom and sagging it down, and what followed could only be described as an eruption of pure cow slush.

Colt groaned and held his belly as he filled his diaper, his face a mixture of horror to what he was about to inflict on Will and relief that he was finally able to empty himself. There was no sound in the air but the wet sloshing sounds of the cow slurry settling in his diaper, punctuated only by the occasional groan and wet, gassy burst of gas. His diaper struggled to handle it all, brown quickly spreading down the back and up the front until there wasn't a speck of white left on the entire thing. It swelled as well, like it would for piss, spreading Colt's legs out until he was very nearly toppling over. It reminded Will greatly of those old pictures taken of bow-legged kids. The back in particular was badly used, jutting out nearly vertically from its groaning wearer, filled to the brim with shit. Then, just as it was looking ready to burst, Colt's eruption ended. Lucy looked relieved.

"Alright," she said as she laid him on the table, "let's get you all cleaned up, alright?" As she was running late, she was all business at this point, undoing the tapes with a ruthless efficiency and setting the ruined padding aside to focus on cleaning Colt's ass and powdering it up. Ben walked up to her side, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Mom, I'll take care of the diaper for you!" Ben said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Mnh? Oh, uh, sure honey. Don't even bother bagging it, just toss it in. There's no way we're going to be able to contain that anyways, we'll just deal with it."

"Sure thing!"

Ben gathered the diaper up, careful not to let the shit spill over the sides, and made his way to the diaper pail with a triumphant gait. Will shrunk down as he approached, squinting against the light as Ben opened the lid.

It was there that Will could see the diaper in all its glory. Its warm, nasty, shit-filled glory. The fabric was already beginning to rot away, and the shit pressed against bare plastic, bulging it out. He could see distinct layers in the cow's shit, corn in some areas, brown in others, and green in yet others. One part in particular made his stomach churn; why did Lucy love feeding her kids mexican so much?

Nervous, Will shook his head, begging for mercy, but whatever condescension Ben had felt earlier was gone. The arrogant bull calf just grinned as he lowered the diaper in, holding it an inch above Will's face before turning it over and splattering the entire mess directly on the fox's face.

Not for the first time, Will's entire world became torture. The fresher the cow shit, the worse it was, it seemed, because this was absolute terror compared to what he had experienced earlier. While not quite boiling, cow shit was quite a bit hotter than foxes could tolerate, and Will felt himself scalded as the nasty scat rolled down his face, his chest and his body. Corn mashed into his hair while the mexican shit pushed up his nose, blocking both nostrils so he had to breathe through his mouth. That might have been a mercy, but if it was, it was a small one. While it meant he didn't have to smell anything, it meant he had to taste every single thing that ran down his face, and that was quite a bit.

Everything was dark, and everything he experienced was simply shit. All he could feel was the disgusting texture as it covered his face and rolled down his body. All he could taste was a week's worth of processed dinners. All he could hear was the crackling of fresh scat as it cooled, overwhelming everything else. His only respite was that he couldn't smell; and as that was because shit was pushed up his nose, it was a small respite indeed.

He had no sense of time, only shit, so he couldn't say how long he suffered before he felt a pressure on his head. Was Ben pushing it down again, just to solidify his humiliation? But then the pressure released, and he felt Colt's heavy diaper lifted off him. Thumbs came down and brushed the shit away from his eyes. Grateful, Will opened them.

It took a minute to adjust to the light. At first, Will could only see a hazy figure - vaguely bovine, but that didn't narrow things down much. Soon that shape coalesced into something firm as his eyes began to focus, and soon he realized he was staring up at the confused and concerned face of Lucy, who held Colt's diaper in one hand, and Ben's in the other.

"...Will?"