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The world shimmered into being around me as I grumpily adjusted the skirt of my new outfit. Unlike the other outfits I had worn before, this one was not self-lubricating, though it was at least self-cleaning. Despite all of the crazy things I had done up to this point, I still had no idea how to take care of latex.

“What the fuck are you wearing?" A gruff voice called out from the crowd of people, who all turned away from the glass wall where the party was going to happen in the evening. At least twenty people had been sitting on the various couches or the carpeted floor of the second floor.

Maybe it was time to get a room on the third floor.

A tall, muscled man with a large beer-belly and a greying beard that extended down to the center of his chest stormed up to me, I could see a vein sticking out of his forehead, where the thin stubble from not shaving for four days dulled some of the reflection.

When I didn't answer he practically growled. “You ignoring me faggot? Why the fuck are you dressed up like a rubber stripper? You one of those trannies?" He demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest that was still not as hairy as my own.

I let out a slow sigh and shook my head. “No I'm not ignoring you, nor am I a faggot. What can I do for you sir?" I asked, my voice unwavering to even my surprise

The vein on his forehead stuck out even further as his face became slightly red. “You getting' smart with me faggot?" he growled.

I shook my head in the negative while letting out another slow sigh of a breath.

“Why the fuck are you dressed like a fuckin' stripper? You love showing off your fuckin diapers so much you need to wear a fuckin' skirt?" He growled out.

I paused as I thought about my response. Admittedly, I didn't think of a response for too long. And I probably should have just ignored him and kept on going.

“Certain dealers enjoy certain outfits, and they will pay you more if you wear that outfit while interacting with them. Hence, dressing like a stripper." I explained, sarcastically waving my hands towards my current attire.

The man who looked as if he was going to take a swing at me paused as he processed what I said. His expression turning more thoughtful.

“How did you figure that out?" He asked, his voice less aggressive, though still retaining his sense of authority.

I shook my head. “Ran out of diapers a few times and I had to improvise. The rest was trial and error. You can consider that a gift by the way." I said calmly with a shrug.

He gave me a puzzled look as his cheery red face began to return to normal, and less life-threatening shades. “What are you talking about?"

“I had to do a lot of strange things to learn what I have. I won't be giving anything out for free."

“You know I could make you talk?" He asked, in an almost conversational tone with a slight smirk on his face.

I let out a slow sigh and shook my head slightly, playing it up by adding in a shrug at the end. “And you know we are here together for eternity, right? An eternity where you are trapped in here with me, who has all the time in the world to pay you back ten-thousand-fold for any slight you give me? You do remember that this is not heaven? What kind of people do you think you are stuck with here, and how long do they carry grudges?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking up to look him dead in the eyes with as predatory a smile as I could manage.

This worked perfectly, and even he backed up a bit. Not much, but he was no longer towering over me.

I wasn't actually a psychopath, at least as far as I knew. However, I was willing to play that card just to keep people from screwing with me too much.

I held out my hand openly in a handshake. My pale blue rubber glove shining slightly in the light of the casino. “With that said, my name is Steve. With how long we are going to be here, I'd prefer to have friends than enemies. But I'll settle for acquaintances instead." I said cheerfully

When his eyebrow raised, I let out a chuckle and raised my voice slightly so everyone nearby could hear me. “I might nod when passing by you, but I won't buy you a beer."

“When you put it that way, I think acquaintances is fine." He replied much softer as he took my hand in a firm, but not crushing grip.

“A gentleman's agreement is struck. Acquaintances it is. Another bit of free advice, two pieces if you are willing?" I asked as I gave his hand a single shake before releasing it.

“Sure, you can call me Douglas by the way. If we do become friends, Doug is what my friends call me."

“Pleasure to meet you Doug. First, I would suggest toning down on the whole homophobia thing. As I said before, you're trapped here with these folks for eternity. If there are any homosexuals around, they likely have already lived their lives afraid of people with those beliefs. Openly displaying that hatred could very well make you a target that they can vent their years of frustrations on repeatedly." I suggested, and I watched his still slightly red face go pale as realization hit.

“Homosexuals had to fight for decades to earn the right to simply live. Even now, if you kicked the bucket in 2020 like I did, hundreds of thousands live in fear." I said with a sad sigh and a shake of my head.

Just because they're gay, bisexual, or whatever doesn't mean they are plotting how to rape you simply because you're a dude. You're probably safe anyways, you're not that pretty." I explained, giving him a slight smirk.

He gave me a slow nod and uncrossed his arms. “Thanks, that's pretty good advice. I'll think on it. What's the second bit?"

I gave him a nod before continuing. “You have seen how this world operates by now correct? If you want to earn money, there are very few female dealers to earn money from, and there are no female humans here. Unless there are some trans females in the crowd. None of my business." I raised up a hand to forestall any comments, though he didn't appear to be making any.

“If you say anything about trans women not being women, I will kick you so hard in the balls you will be walking with a limp for the next ten years. And if there are any trans women here they deserve nothing but respect. Do not test me on this." I warned with a raised eyebrow and a stern frown. Out of the corner of my eye, I was pretty sure I saw someone smile appreciatively before schooling their expression once thy caught my eyes.

“So, not only is this place geared towards forcing us to get used to using diapers, it is set up for us to either have to fuck, or be fucked by guys just to keep on surviving. Girly or infantile clothing and furniture is a fraction of the price of normal furniture, and the more fucked up actions pay exponentially more. How many years do you think it will be before you are sporting a blissful hardon in your own baby pants while an obese dealer is plowing your backside? Ten? A hundred?" I explained, and his face went red and the vein began to pop once more.

“I'm not suggesting anything about your sexuality. There are female dealers, that I have found out for certain. But I doubt they would be satisfied with simple sex. This is simply advice that you can take or leave."

“I personally gave up trying to retain my pride." I said while pointing at my post master's uniform “Doing so is no problem for me, and the benefits far outweigh any embarrassment I may have. There may be a time you decide to set your own pride aside as well. Eternity is a long time."

He must have realized that indeed I wasn't suggesting anything about his sexuality, as he calmed down and gave me a nod. I gave him a nod in return.

“I have to get going, rent in this place is expensive, and I want to get ahead on it. I already had one douchebag try to shank me for twenty diapers. I don't want to have to teach another one a lesson today." I said with a bit of enthusiasm entering my voice.

I barely even noticed the guy in front of me lean back slightly before I gave him a nod and continued my walk, humming the tune that I used to really enjoy in life.

I hoped to hear it again.

I ignored the glances of the people I passed, though I did give a wink to the guy who was sitting on the floor, who had smiled when I threatened the big guy if he commented about trans women. I received a nod in return. Perhaps I made a potential friend.

As I made it to the top of the stairs, I quickly checked the messenger bag hanging over my hip. I made sure my two spare twenty-point diapers were secure as well as my notebook and pen. As I did so, I glanced behind me and the big bearded man was leaning against the glass wall, arms crossed and his expression pensive. And a little worried.

Down on the main casino floor, I saw another dozen humans or so wandering the floor or sitting on the ground naked. I assumed they had run out of diapers and weren't quite at the point where they were willing to debase themselves to earn more.

I could respect that.

I pulled my map out of my bag and took a look at it. Lee had printed off a dozen copies, and had left markings for which day the dealers had been served. So far, the banker, the minotaur doorman, and three other dealers that were spread out had been served.

I decided, that I would start with the slot machines, and make it my section. Lee had taken the blackjack tables, Callum the money wheels. Ryan took the Baccarat tables and Jonas called dibs on the bartenders since he covered the minotaur last.

“Okeedokee. Going to start from the bottom-left and work my way up and over." I mumbled to myself, taking my pen and marking on my map the symbol S4 next to the representation for the slot machine closest to the wolf's bank and store.

My dress and stockings squeaked softly with each step I took, and I was so focused on my map that I didn't even register the people staring at me. Though I did notice how strange it felt to have my diaper brushing against my clean-shaven skin. “I need to get some baby-powder or my ass is going to chafe horribly."

“Time to see what other adventures we have in store." I thought once I arrived at the slot machines, moving to stand in front of the one I planned to deliver for. As I took in a breath, only to let it out slowly as I sat my diapered behind down on the aforementioned seat in front of the slot machine, strangely decorated with farm symbols instead of diapers and tentacles like the other machine.

The moment I sat down, the world shimmered and I admit I was caught off guard by the scene before me. Other than the slot machine blocking my vision, it was as if I was under the open sky.

Sort of.

I was in a large, expansive room, where the walls on all sides were painted with fence posts near the bases and intricately painted fields of grass and hills beyond. From the eighty feet away from the opposite wall, it looked realistic. Light-blue sky with puffy clouds rose above the hills, only to be abruptly cut off with a dark, hardwood ceiling filled with hanging sun lamps from thirty feet above.

Even through the rubber soles of my stockings, I could feel the gentle springiness of lawn beneath my feet, and the comfortable layer of manicured grass burying its roots into the soil.

In the center of the room, were two large fields of dark, rich soil that were sixty feet long, by twenty feet wide and separated by a five-foot wide row of mowed grass.

Other than the fields, against the far-left wall was a barn painted onto the wall, with an actual door built into it and a beam of heavy lumber crossing over it. Beside the painted barn and facing towards the fields was a covered wagon like one would see in an old western movie, though through the open flap I could see a fully stocked diaper changing table within, and a large chest.

A smaller cart sat beside the wagon. A simple affair, with spoked wooden wheels, a wooden bench up front and an attached harness for a beast of burden to pull. There was a pair of heavy looking plow blades in the back ready to be dropped into the ground by pulling a lever.

Since there had to be a twist in this casino, there was a weird alteration to the bench of the cart. Thanks to mechanical engineering, and a strategically placed hole in the seat, whenever a cart's wheel would turn, it would pump a terrifyingly large dildo up and down into the backside of the person riding the cart, with adjustable speeds thanks to gears like one would find on a bicycle.

“Ye like my cart boy?" Came a slightly gruff, yet feminine voice from the other side of the slot machine which was blocking my view.

“It does look pretty impressive. Your whole instance is pretty impressive actually." I admitted as I turned and stepped around the machine to greet my dealer.

Wearing a pair of dirt-stained suspenders with snaps in the crotch and a massive bulge that just couldn't possibly be just from a diaper, a plaid blue and white button up shirt, and a hat made of straw was a light-grey furred wolf woman. Despite her large breasts that caused the buttons of her shirt to strain, and her large hips, she was strong with a body-builders physique.

She grinned a toothy grin at him with her violet eyes flashing from amusement in the farm's light. She tipped her hat at him for the compliment as she spat a large piece of grass onto the ground which disappeared in a tiny puff of powder.

“Interestin' outfit ya got there. You must be the guy Terinas told us was startin' up a mail delivery service. Blue looks good on ya." She commented, while casually reaching down to give her crotch a good scratch, a diaper audibly crinkling underneath.

“Thank you, and yeah." I said, mentally shrugging at the casual display of not giving a fuck. I turned sideways a bit and unclasped my messenger bag before pulling out my pad of paper, a map, and the pen that came with the book.

“I am here to deliver letters for you if you have anyone you would like to communicate with. I will also bring their replies if they have any for you. I am also able to deliver packages if you need me to." I offered with a smile, holding out the writing supplies.

“If you could also mark on the letters once you are done writing, which table the letter is going to, I would appreciate it." I added as she took the paper, map and pen from me.

She looked at the map curiously before nodding with a smile of her own. “Yeah, this makes it pretty easy for ya then. Okay, I can write a few letters, how much is the postage?" She asked, giving me a suspicious glance.

“No postage." I said with a grin. “The casino pays me directly, though if you ask for physical mail to be delivered, the person receiving the parcel can tip me however much they feel like."

“That's pretty honest of ya, just as Terinas said. I figured you humans would try to scam extra diapers from any chance ya got." She said with a shrug.

I gave her a nod of confirmation which seemed to puzzle her more. “Yup, don't trust us humans if you don't want to be taken advantage of. I'm just weird and very far from the norm."

“Uh, I have no idea what to say to that." She admitted, as her eyebrows knit together slightly. I simply shrugged and smiled as I looked over the farm briefly, and took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of fresh cut grass.

“This place is beautiful." I said, more to myself than her.

She grunted in agreement before walking over to her covered wagon, leaving me to stand and enjoy the scenery.

“Well? Come on over, I'm not gonna bite. Not my thing." She called out before chuckling. With a mental shrug I did as I was told.

Skirting around the dirt of the field, I had to jog to catch up to her. When I caught up, I had to adjust my diaper a bit as the leak guards had shifted enough to tickle my balls uncomfortably.

Something I never thought I would have needed to do.

“Sorry to ask, but what value diaper is that? It's huge. Even the ten-thousand-point diaper wasn't that thick." I asked curiously as she climbed into the wagon, sitting on the top stair and setting my notebook in her lap as she picked up the pen.

She looked at me and flashed me a toothy grin. “Well, it's only a three-hundred-point diaper." She said as she reached between her legs and gave her crotch a good grope, causing her diaper to crinkle loudly.

She laughed at my expression. “Thanks for the compliment, but it's not the diaper that's huge. I might let you give my cock a try but it would split you in half." She explained.

Her laughter was deep and from the belly as she watched my expression once realization hit.

“What is it with wolves and having massive cocks?" I asked with a chuckle, only making her laugh harder.

“So I assume that's what you like folks to do to earn diapers from you? Get split in half?" I asked curiously as she wrote, and I turned away to give her privacy.

“Ya wouldn't like what I want. What I really want at least. You can work the fields, tilling, watering, planting and fertilizing. I pay ya for the work ya do." She explained as she wrote.

“Sounds simple enough. With that for context, I assume you want us to pull the cart over the fields like a horse or ox? I wonder if my pony play outfit bonus would apply here." I asked, finishing off with a mumble to myself, not noticing that the writing had stopped.

“You already own an outfit that gives bonus diapers?" She asked, and I turned to see her dark eyebrows raised in surprised as she looked at me.

“I own two actually. A rubber pony play outfit, and this post master's outfit." I confirmed, and she let out a low whistle.

“I didn't expect you humans to be that lucky this early." She admitted. “But yer right. Ya can do fieldwork by hand, but pulling the cart earns ya more, because ya can see how much I would enjoy riding it. Ya get a bonus for every time ya get me to cum so ya have ta get used to pullin' fast or steady. I pay more if ya wear a pony play outfit like what ya own as well." She admitted.

I flashed her a knowing grin. “That sounds pretty straightforward, but what extra twist earns the most diapers while doing fieldwork?"

“Yer crazy." She said, before shaking her head and smiling ruefully.

She set the book and paper aside on the bench with her and she began to unsnap the crotch of her coveralls, a swollen pink diaper that was soaked almost completely was revealed from underneath. She proceeded to shift her coveralls around to expose her tapes which she immediately began to pull free.

“Okay, I'm beginning to think I couldn't handle your favorite method." I supplied deadpan as she pulled the crotch of her diaper free and revealed an impressive sight.

A pair of fuzzy balls the size of cantaloupes and a sheath the size of a large pop bottle were exposed to the air, and as the seconds ticked on, the tip of the sheath began to spread as a bright red pointed tip began to ease from inside.

“I won't fuck ya, if ya could handle it perhaps. But I'm not into snuff. Nah, Let me just grab somethin'." She said casually as she pulled her diaper to the side and dropped it onto a step with a heavy thud from the amount of urine it had absorbed.

I nodded at her as she disappeared into the wagon, her tail swaying to the side just enough to expose her soft pink hole, which was the first time I had ever seen a hole that could accurately be described by the word donut.

She returned within seconds, her red cock now fully distended from the sheath. It was at least a foot and a half long, two-liter pop bottle in thickness, and with a knot that nearly doubled in thickness. It was terrifying and impressive.

It took me a few seconds to draw my gaze from it when she sat down once more, and I saw what was in her hands.

A pair of black latex panties, with a massive cock sleeve were in her hands. The panties had a large hole in the seat of them, for easy access, and likely they were her cart-riding-shorts. At the tip of the cock sleeve was a long tube, at least eight feet long, and it was attached to a ball gag that was shaped like a horse's mouth bit.

It took me a few seconds to understand before I nodded and smiled at her. “That makes sense, why waste cum right?" I asked with a grin, and her expression was borderline shocked at how casual I accepted it.

“Ya, and with permission from ya, if you don't keep the cart moving at a good pace I'll piss instead. Incentive ta keep goin'." She added, her voice slow, as if testing the statement.

I shuddered slightly, which may have been a reaction she expected, but then I nodded. “And do you pay well for every time you piss as well?" I asked, and her expression returned to incredulous.

“Just curious is all. I have a bit of delivering to do, but I still need to find a way to earn the information for the last challenge of the upcoming competition." I said casually.

“Ya already know the rest of the competition?" She asked, again speaking slow.

When I nodded, she let out a breath and began to chuckle. “Yer crazy, I love it. Ya, I pay for piss too. Give me a dirty diaper to watch squish with every step ya take too for a bonus."

I let out a laugh, which she joined in as if we were sharing the funniest joke together. “Of course. What would be the point if I didn't crap myself right?"

As we stopped chuckling, the farm fell into a calm silence, only broken a few minutes later as the wolf grabbed her soaked diaper and shifted to pull it under her backside once more, her cock straining in the air.

“Not gonna take care of that first?" I asked curiously, though she shook her head in the negative.

“Nah, my diaper can't handle my load." She said with a chuckle and I could only agree. From the size of her balls, there was little chance any diaper could handle her orgasm.

“Just out of curiosity, how much would you pay, hypothetically, if I were to say, keep that horse bit in my mouth as you wrote your letters? And you could, hypothetically, take care of your needs as they arise?" I asked, my cheeks growing a little bit hot as I asked, though her raised eyebrows made the question worth it.

“Well." She began. “hypothetically speaking. You would be forced to swallow any load I pump out, the gag cannot be removed until the tube is empty. No matter what liquid is inside it. I pay two one-hundred-diaper free spins per orgasm, and one one-hundred-diaper free spin per piss, no matter if it's a full bladder or a slight trickle." She said, her own cheeks growing pink beneath her fur as I began to stroke my own beard slightly in thought.

“Well, you do have a few hours to write all the letters you want, and my bank account has gotten rather low. Would you want to do that instead of putting your diaper back on? Or would you prefer if I took a nap off to the side here?" I asked with a smile, waving a hand towards the grass near the wagon.

She paused for a minute before nodding, her expression a mix.

“I honestly never thought any of ya humans would willingly go through with my more extreme shit." She said with an embarrassed chuckle as she began to unbuckle the shoulder straps of her coveralls, needing to actually remove them in order to pull the latex panties up her legs.

“As long as you don't mind if it takes me a while to drain the hose, and you stop refilling it once you're done writing your letters. I would like to be able to sleep tonight, and who knows how long the repliess will take." I said with a chuckle.

“That I can do. Thanks for the assist." She chuckled as well as she stood to pull off her coveralls completely, dropping them onto the lower step without ceremony.

“Surprised you don't have snaps all the way down the legs, so you can pull the coveralls up completely when you need to put your underwear on?" I commented casually as she slipped her rather large paws into the leg-holes of the underwear.

“Well, I never expected anyone to actually willingly wear the gag, a small inconvenience at most having to remove my pants altogether." She chuckled as she gripped her throbbing cock in her left hand, and forced it down into the rubber sleeve, stretching the rubber into a form-fitting representation of her shaft.

“Think you would also be able to concentrate while riding the wagon? I mean, if I'm already doing this, I may as well go all out and start getting the field ready for planting." I said with a chuckle as I bent down to reach for the horse-bit gag." I asked after thinking while watching her dress herself.

She paused for a moment, her cheeks still slightly pink though she nodded. “I can get ya dressed in a pony play outfit, at most I'll have to guide ya when ya get to the end of a row or swappin' to the other field. I doubt at first ya will be able to pull the cart much without needin' a lot of breaks. I'll just stroke myself durin' those times though. Oh, I pay one hundred-diaper spin per fifteen minutes you pull the cart, whether it moves or not. Another hundred for every hour ya give me a messy diaper to watch as ya pull. Sound fair? I'll also pay you a hundred diapers per hour you wear the pony outfit."

I really needed to come back with my pony outfit at some point. The payout could be huge.

I didn't have to think too hard about it before nodding in agreement. “Sounds good, as long as you honor the spirit of my request to be able to get out of here in time to have all your letters delivered, and bring you the replies in a reasonable time to be able to have a shower before going to bed?" I countered, and she chuckled in amusement.

“Yer tellin' a farmer about your need for getting' to bed at a good time? I agree to yer terms, let's get you dressed up big guy." She grinned before getting up once more and ducking into her wagon once more, pulling the gag from my hand as she disappeared.

I began to pull off my post master's outfit, beginning with my hat and bag, only to drop them unceremoniously onto the ground next to one of her wagon's wheels. My hair was already damp with sweat despite wearing the outfit for less than an hour.

As I peeled off the gloves and stockings, I let out a relieved sigh as the air on the farm cooled my skin. “That feels nice. I wonder how much more it would have costed for the outfit to be cooling and self-lubricated." I mumbled as I dropped the stockings one after another onto the ground.

Feeling the cool grass between my toes felt amazing, not gonna lie.

The shirt and skirt was the last thing to go, and it was easy to pull off of myself, by pulling from the skirt and turning it inside-out in the process. The air in the room made me shudder as my hairy chest and back, damp from sweat, rapidly cooled.

“Yer a fuzzy one aint'cha?" The wolf chuckled as she stepped out of her wagon, looking at the human who stood naked before her, save for the yellow ducky diaper taped around my waist.

“Yup, I just never got around to buying what I need to get rid of my hair. Well, the swim diapers took care of everything around my waist, though I don't know how much easier it will make changing yet. Any recommendations? I just don't want to lose what I have on my head and chin, everything else can go." I said with a chuckle as she stepped down from her wagon, pile of folded rubber clothing in hand.

“There are a few dealers that will shave ya if yer willin' to pay. One or two may do it for free. Ya can also buy magic clothes, rings or whatever that will do what ya want, and stop hair from growin'." She suggested with a shrug as she dropped the rubber clothing to the ground, save for the latex catsuit that noticeably was missing a crotch and ass.

“Ask the shop, perfect thanks! Also, assless catsuit, nice." I said with a chuckle as she held the suit open for me, the zipper in the back which would render me unable to remove it myself.

I had to brace on her arm slightly with a hand as I stepped into the legs, the lubricated rubber making me shudder slightly as I squeezed into the suit which seemed to shrink in order to fit me perfectly.

“I do love staring at diapers. Used ta have this sissy bull that loved to come plow the fields, then ya humans were comin' and I couldn't see him anymore." She spoke, with a hint of sadness in her voice, before she perked up and helped me slip my arms into the sleeves.

“That's why I started up this postal service idea. It's not much, but at least you can talk with one another in a way. I also just bought the upgrade to my room console that lets me invite dealers to my room. I can only have so many in my room at once unfortunately, but in time and on occasion, it will be your turn to pick a few friends to hang out with." I said casually, noticing that her hands had stopped in the middle of pulling the zipper in the back together.

We stood in awkward silence for a moment. “So, you're that human that Terinas warned us about. The one who cares?" She asked softly, slowly resuming pulling the zipper together and encasing me in the tight rubber.

“That sounds like one of those “He is the chosen one of prophesy!" titles. I just enjoy making folks happy is all. My buddy Lee wants to turn my room into a rave at some point. With staff getting priority, though a small entry fee to help him buy more equipment, or expand the bar, and restock the changing tables. So we can get forty staff at a time having a good time drinking, dancing, hanging out, or turning the place into a giant orgy if they feel so inclined. Of course, we need to earn the diapers first." I explained as she set about pulling a pony hoof onto my foot, and beginning to strap the buckles up to my thigh.

“That sounds amazin'. How much of a cover charge?" She asked, her voice excited, though I couldn't see her expression with her head tilted down.

“I'm not sure, I know it will cost hundreds of thousands of diapers for all the equipment we need just to get started, but I was thinking perhaps four hundred diapers entry fee? All drinks and diapers included, though I'll see about putting a tip jar on the changing table and the bar. On the stage as well of course." I added with a chuckle as she let out a low whistle.

“Pretty cheap entry fee, yer not wantin' ta squeeze every diaper ya can out of us? Ya must know how badly we crave entertainment and interactin' with our friends?" She asked hesitantly.

I shook my head as she strapped on my second hoof, securing it snugly. “Nah, I think the cover charge is plenty. For us to break completely even, every staff member would have to go through twenty diapers over the six hours the place is open, as well as ignore all of the tip jars. For alcohol, I'm only going to buy the booze that automatically refills, so over a thousand years it will all pay for itself."

“Ya aren't like any human I heard about." She commented “If ye charged a thousand diapers for entry, all would gladly pay. How often are ya gonna have this party?"

“Going to try for every day, though might switch things up and have karaoke nights, request nights, change the music theme from techno or whatever to rock, country or whatever. Honestly, the hard part is going to be cleaning up after the party every night. I can only imagine the mess that will be all over the place once forty staff leave for the night. Just before I left to come here, there was already milk, cum, and latex goo all over my living room." I said with a chuckle as she pulled the rubber hoof-mitts onto my hands, balling them into fists.

“Ya, there's that too. Four-hundred sounds too cheap." She chuckled as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, while I took a few testing steps, my hands extended to my sides as I carefully stepped around on the grass.

“I'm sure there is an upgrade to the console I can get that automatically cleans the room when empty. I think we will only charge more for our fellow humans, because we are all self-centered assholes and unlike you and your fellow staff, they would have no respect for our property, or one-another."

She shook her head amazed, before letting out an amused chuckle. “Well, no matter the music, I hope ya send me an invitation when yer ready to open to the public."

I flashed her a grin and nodded as she lifted up the last piece of rubber, the pony-play hood. It had thin strands of rubber for a mane, and a professional quality to it that gave it an almost realistic look. Save for the lack of eyes, and the large metal zipper on the cheeks, that would allow the dealer to fit the tube gag inside and lock it into place.

“Since you prefer I have a dirty diaper, I don't suppose you have an enema bag on hand or really need to piss?" I asked, completely changing the subject and even catching her off guard slightly.

She burst out laughing and she shook her head slightly. “I like ya, Let's get ya hooked up to the cart, and I'll piss in yer ass. Anythin else before I hood and gag ya?" She asked, her eyes sparkling in amusement. I grinned at her and shook my head in the negative.

“I'm good thanks, I am curious how well I will do, I'm not exactly strong in the grand scheme of things." I said with a chuckle.

“Well, keep at it and ya will be in no time, I can promise ya that." She said with a chuckle.

Attention: A member of the casino staff has given you their word. They promise that as long as you are willing to put in the effort to keep working on their farm, you will become physically stronger.

As this is a promise that relies on your continued efforts in their instance, neither you nor them will be bound or restricted by this vow.

_ _ “Okay, that was weird." I said in surprise.

“It was fairly obvious. Keep exercising, keep getting' stronger." She admitted with a chuckle before waving a hand towards the cart, waiting with the harness. Understanding her intentions, I slowly made my way over, needing to be careful as I balanced on wobbly hooves.

I stepped underneath the supports attaching the padded harness to the small cart, needing to use my wrist as a hook to hold onto the wooden supports, until finally I was standing in place, needing the dealer to place the large ring over my head.

“Does this thing come with training wheels?" I asked as she approached, rubber tube looped over her shoulder and pony hood in her hand, mouth unzipped completely.

She snorted out a chuckle before shaking her head. “It's balanced so you don't have much weight to lift, the plows counter it easily, even when I'm sitting on top. When there is a water tank in the back, magic will keep you grounded s you can pull properly." She explained as she reached up with the hood, and pulled the stretchy neck of it over my head, blocking out all light from view.

“Makes sense to me. Just curious, what do you do with the crops you grow?" I asked after she had adjusted the rubber hood as she needed to, leaving me blind to her ministrations.

“Oh yeah. Every human gets their own copy of this instance, and time sorta stops when they're gone. At most, a single day will pass after you leave, unless a day hasn't passed outside of here. You plant, grow and harvest the crops, and you can trade 'em to me for points. Ya can trade points for diapers, items ya can only get here, or seeds ya can grow in your own apartment. Ya ever played farming games in life?" asked as she helped push my head into the padded ring, which seemed to shift to fit against my chest and shoulders perfectly.

“Like Rune Factory?" I asked curiously, as I heard the sound of stretching rubber behind me, and a hand began to pull down the back of my diaper which crinkled loudly to my ears.

“Yeah, just like that. Ya can trade points for different crops, which take longer to grow, or produce less, but are worth more points when ya trade them. Ya can also take crops out of here to use yourself if ya want, though ya need points for a bag of holdin' that is specifically for crops. Keeps 'em fresh." She explained.

I shuffled slightly, causing me to squeak with the movement as my ass cheeks were exposed to the air, and I heard her chuckle in amusement as she slid a finger up between my butt cheeks. “Smooth as a sissies bottom."

“Yeah, I wanted a shower, and it turns out swim diapers remove all hair in the diaper area." I said with a chuckle.

“Fair 'nuff. Now bend over a bit, I'm not gonna push all the way in, just the tip. Do I have permission to piss in ya?" She asked in a professional manner as suddenly my ass cheeks were gently spread by something thick, pointed and hot.

“Go for it." Was all I said as I tried to focus on what she was telling me about the crops while her cock began to push forward, the tip of it easily penetrating my hole.

“Gonna stretch ya a bit so I don't waste any piss. Don't want Terinas ta get mad at us." She chuckled while letting out a slow breath.

I sucked in a breath in return, getting a deep inhale of the rubber of the hood as my hole parted for her cock, and she made a surprised sound behind me as I bent over slightly to allow easier penetration. “You've had it rough so far." She commented

I could only nod as my ass quickly got to the point where it was as far as it could comfortably go. I couldn't tell how far she was inside me, nor how wide I was stretched, but my hole was beginning to sting slightly as she gently pushed in.

“Damn, ya took that like a pro, might not be so long until I can fuck ya proper." She said breathily as she shifted behind me, and within moments I felt something hot begin to trickle inside me.

Within just a few seconds, she let out a relieved sigh as the trickle turned into a hot spray, and my bowels quickly began to fill with piss. “Tha's a good pony, jus' like that." She mumbled as she relieved herself.

By this point I couldn't say just how many enemas I had taken or been given. This wasn't as uncomfortable as the many I had taken before, nor as painful as when I was on stage the second day. My gut began to churn uncomfortably as the spray slowed to a trickle once more, and it gurgled gently as the liquid settled once stopped.

“Ya didn't even groan once, you doin' okay?" She asked as I let out a breath, letting my gut settle after its rapid filling.

“I'm doing okay thanks. Not the biggest enema I've had. Are you empty or are you holding back?" I asked breathily as she slowly began to pull the tip of her monster cock from my backside.

I heard a slight rustling behind me, likely from her shaking her head, before she answered. “Nah, I have big balls, but only a decent sized bladder. I pissed a full load into ya." She explained, the sound of rubber being stretched once more filling the air.

“Well, I would really like to pull my diaper back up, though I can wait a minute or two." I chuckled uncomfortably as my stomach gurgled noisily.

“Yer crazy, I think I know who to bet on for the competition in three days. Yer enterin' right?" She chuckled herself as she pulled gently on the nose of my rubber hood, turning my head to the left.

“Ya ready to pull the cart? Once I put the gag in, it's in until I'm done writin' to my friends." She cautioned, and I felt one of her hands cup my cheek while the other one pushed a thick rubber bit gently against my lips.

In response, I licked my lips nervously and said “I can't see a thing, mind giving me progress updates as we go along? I'd like to know if I'm actually moving the thing." I said with a chuckle before leaning forward and opening my mouth wide, the bit being pushed into my mouth.

With the bit in place, and seeing I wasn't going to spit it out, I felt her strap the bit onto clips on the outside of the rubber hood, and pulling them tight to keep it securely in my mouth. I sucked in air using my mouth, and sure enough it was restricted. Only the air left in the tube ready for me to inhale, though my nose could breathe without issue.

She pulled on the zippers on the side of the pony mouth, closing the hoods mouth around the bit to make it seem more horse like, and my breathing was still barely reduced.

“Ya should be able to pull it, although slowly, maybe not fast enough for me to orgasm. But yeah, I'll let ya know when we get to the field, and occasional updates. If you don't get me to cum in a half-hour, I'll just jerk m'self." She cautioned.

I mumbled into my gag and nodded that I understood. “Now just a minute and I'll hop on. I'll flick the reins when I want ya to move, I'll pull on them for ya to stop, and I'll pull yer head left and right when I want ya to turn. The more I turn yer head, the sharper I want ya to turn." She explained, as I felt hands grip the back of my diaper and pull it upwards into place.

As if a signal hit my body, I uncontrollably released into the back of my diaper, squatting slightly as hot mess flooded my seat, spreading through my diaper until my balls were partly covered. I was given a few minutes to empty myself, the dealer waiting patiently as she climbed onto the back of the cart.

When I ran out of liquid, I just gave up and grunted, clenching my stomach to empty myself of everything I could, lumpy mess packing around my backside, and immediately making me wish I decided to stay dry for this turn, as I could no longer ask for a diaper change.

“Good pony, just what I love to see. Time ta get movin'" she spoke out once I finally was able to straighten out, letting out a loud breath through my nose. The reins attached to my gag flicked and I crouched down once more.

It took a few moments of straining for the cart to ease into motion as I groaned from the effort, my mess squelching wetly against my backside as the cart began to roll.

Immediately I felt a sharp tug turning my head to the right, and remembering my orders I shifted, turning after I gained a little momentum. If memory served, she was turning me towards the end of the field nearest the slot machine. Huffing from just the few brief seconds of effort I groaned as I pulled the cart towards the starting position.

“Ya managed to get the dildo to push in and out of me once." She commented casually, and I could barely hear her over my heavy breathing, I couldn't focus enough to acknowledge her comment either.

She wheeled me around in a slow arc to the right, my legs and shoulders straining before she tugged me to the left a bit to loop around. I groaned from the effort, my hooves digging into the grass and likely tearing up her lawn as I pulled when finally, my left hoof dug into softer earth, causing me to nearly trip from the sudden change.

“Yer at the plot of land, well done. And it only took ya five-minutes." She chuckled as I shifted my stance to get a bit lower. I took a moment to catch my breath, which was hard needing to use my nose, but after a couple minutes I began to pull once more.

The soil shifted under my hooves, but again the cart began to inch forward, and other than a gentle thump of the wheels leaving the grass, I felt no increased resistance.

I must have made a confused noise, or paused slightly, because I received an answer to an unasked question. “Magic. Wheels treat all ground the same, plows cut through dirt as if they're not even lowered. As ya get stronger, ya can have those spells cancelled if ya need a challenge, an' even increase the challenge further."

“Anyways, just keep goin' straight, cart'll keep ya on course until I need ta turn ya. I'm gonna do some writin, and I'll letcha know when yer half way to tha end." She explained helpfully as I struggled to pull the cart.

I had very little stamina, except for when cumming multiple times a day, and so I was quickly brought to complete exhaustion, making me nearly collapse in the dirt when I tasted a steady trickle of thick salty fluid dribbling into my gag and mouth.

“Already she was producing pre?" I thought in surprise as I swallowed the salty fluid and pushed myself back up into a pulling stance.

“If she's this close, it would be rude to stop. Plus, two free spins on he machine may pay out quite well." I thought as I forced myself to keep moving forward, the precum dribbling into my mouth being all the encouragement I needed to keep on going forward.

I couldn't say how long I pulled and strained against the harness before she was moaning softly behind me, the sound of the dildo plunging wetly in and out of her backside barely audible over my gasping breaths, when she finally let out a groan and my mouth was flooded forcefully with the pre that had been left in the tube with enough force to nearly force me to swallow.

I dropped to my knees on the ground, my diaper squishing wetly against my backside as watery pre was rapidly replaced with thick hot semen, just as salty as the pre, but much thicker.

The wolf was panting behind me, her breaths radiating lust as her balls pumped out everything, they had into the heavily bloated rubber sheath wrapped around her waist.

I lay kneeling on the dirt, using my tongue to block the hole in the bit as I caught my breath, letting out a few coughs as I tried to adjust to the taste, and the thick coating over my tongue.

A minute passed before I placed my hand hooves on the ground and closed my eyes despite being blindfolded. I took a deep breath in through my nose and I released my tongue, cum once again flooding into my mouth.

I lay in silence save for my gulping as I tried to swallow her massive orgasm, drinking as much as I could before needing to take a moment to catch my breath. With every mouthful, the pressure behind the flow lessened slightly, as what was built up in the stretchy part of her panties disappeared into my stomach.

Nearly ten minutes passed in the position before my mouth was empty of cum, and only the smallest trickle dripped out of the gag into my mouth.

“That was impressive, I expected ya to slow down or stop when ya tasted my pre, not struggle harder. Wish all horses were like ya. Want ta keep goin' or do ya need a minute?" She asked, her voice concerned for my welfare.

I gave her a nod as I pushed myself back into a standing position, taking in deep breaths through my nose to steady myself.

“I'm impressed. For one of the humans on the couch potato end of the spectrum, you really did impressive there." Came a familiar purring voice from behind me, followed by a yelp of surprise from the wolf.

“Don't mind me, just taking in the sight. I can see why you prefer your ponies to soil themselves first dear, it really is a lovely view from up here." Terinas purred affectionately before addressing me.

“You are making my staff happy with your efforts, would you like me to give you more stamina while she's working on her letters?" He asked me, making me jump as he spoke directly into my ear.

Though that did sound nice from how much my muscles were aching, I shook my head in the negative. “I should get stronger, and isn't struggling how you do that?" I thought.

Terinas chuckled in amusement before giving my swollen and heavily soiled diaper a firm grope. “I thought so. Keep it up human, you are giving me quite a show." He purred before disappearing.

As the scent of baby-powder cleared from my nose, I adjusted myself once more and began to pull. My legs quivered from the effort, but after a few seconds, the wheels creaked once more and I worked to build momentum.

I had to stop and collapse three times over the next hour before she reported that we were at the end of the first row. She pulled my reins after a fifteen-minute break to loop me to the left, and then make a large circle to the right to get ready to start the second row.

My burning chest and limbs screamed at me to stop this torment before finally giving out, one of my knees planting heavily onto the grass, and the other one slipping off the edge into the loose soil. I dropped down to lay against the harness, with the weight of the cart being the only thing keeping me upright.

I lay there panting for a few minutes before I heard a trickling sound from behind me, and after a moment, hot salty fluid poured from the tube into my mouth.

I gagged noisily before I began to drink the hot musky piss. Each swallow made my tonsils burn slightly, but after working on my gag reflex so much the day before, I was able to stomach it with only minor difficulties before it eased into a stop.

I coughed into my gag as the aftertaste hit me, my nose burning slightly. I would not admit it though, it did somehow quench my thirst despite the saltiness.

The next sound I heard after her relieved sigh from emptying her bladder, was the increased breathing and the sound of rubber sliding against a piss slick shaft. She was masturbating as promised.

I struggled to get up, to continue pulling the cart, but my legs just wouldn't obey me. it seemed that for the time being, I was done.

It took me a half hour to finish swallowing the large quantity of cum and pre she pumped into the cock sleeve before she finally informed me of how her writing progress was going. “I've written four letters so far, if yer okay with it, I'd like to keep writin' a few more."

I took in a breath and nodded, my legs and shoulders in pain from the strain I put them under, without any stretching or preparation done beforehand. Letting out a groan of effort, I forced myself back into a standing position, and I braced my hooves onto the ground.

“Oh?" I heard softly from behind me as I let out a growl of effort and began to pull the cart once more, despite my body's protests.

“Okay then, yer such a good boy. Just a few feet and the wheels will be on the dirt, ye can do it!" She coaxed, her voice kind and surprising.

I released my bladder uncontrollably as I fought against my fatigue, and the wheels of the cart thudded into the soft soil, creaking slightly as the cart inched along at a much slower pace than when I first started.

With numerous breaks, pausing to swallow piss, or gulp down copious amounts of wolf semen, and even bringing my diaper to the point it was leaking freely into the dirt, three hours had passed.

“There ya go, that is two complete rows. Ya did better than I thought ya would. Ya sure are a stubborn pony." She said with a chuckle as I swallowed the last bit of piss she had released into her panties.

I collapsed against the harness with a groan, my body had even given up on screaming at me as I was no longer coherent to understand how much pain I was in.

I must have passed for a little bit, because I suddenly realized I was laying in the grass, with the wolf back in her coveralls and in the process of sprinkling baby-powder over my crotch.

“Back among the living?" She teased, though my eyes widened in shock and she waved her hands before I could freak out.

“Figure of speech, ya were passed out for about twenty minutes and I'm just finishin' up with changin' yer diaper. Figured ya earned at least that." she explained with a chuckle.

“I hope you brought changes in yer bag there, yer gonna be pissin' a lot for the next few hours from how much ya drank. I wasn't expectin' ya to keep up to be honest."

“I hurt all over." I croaked out, getting another chuckle from her as she pulled the crotch of my diaper up between my legs, my limbs too sore to resist, firing off random spasms of pain.

Achievement Earned: That Ain't Apple Juice

Some complain about warm beer tasting like piss, you think a beer that tastes like piss would be delightful. Nice to finally have pee going in the other end for once?

For willingly drinking copious amounts of urine in a single session, drinking urine no longer affects your gag reflex.

For willingly drinking at least one liter of urine in a one-hour period, drinking urine no longer stimulates your gag reflex, nor causes your throat or sinuses to burn regardless of how potent it is.

First achievement Bonus: When someone urinates for the purpose of you drinking it, they produce twice as much urine as normal and pays double diapers. When you urinate for the purpose of others drinking it, you produce twice as much as normal and if applicable it pays double diapers.

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Achievement Earned: Professional Cum Chugger

You had to expect this one was coming. Get it? Coming? Hah, I'm hilarious!

For drinking copious amounts of semen in a short period of time, semen is now a balanced and healthy diet for you.

For swallowing at least one liter of semen over the period of five minutes, semen in any form is now a well-balanced meal replacement that you can live off of indefinitely should supplies last.

First Achievement Bonus: If at least 50% of your sustenance for the day (resets at midnight) consists of semen, you can go 100% longer before becoming hungry or thirsty again.

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Achievement Earned: The Good Kind of Burning Sensation 1

You earned a few of these, I'll try to keep my comments clever, just because you like it so much.

For straining your body to its limits your physical prowess is improved.

For keeping your body at physical exhaustion from a workout or strenuous activity for a continuous 30 minutes, your bodies base physical prowess is improved by 20% (multiplicative)

This bonus from this achievement line will be added after other achievement bonuses have been applied.

For being the sixth to earn this achievement, you receive no additional bonuses.

To earn tier 2 of this achievement: keep yourself at physical exhaustion for a continuous hour through physical activity.

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Achievement Earned: The Good Kind of Burning Sensation 2

Make sure to tell your friends how chugging gallons of wolf piss and semen maximized your gains bro.

For straining your body to its limits your physical prowess is improved.

For keeping your body at physical exhaustion from a workout or strenuous activity for one continuous hour, your bodies base physical prowess is improved by 20% (multiplicative)

This bonus from this achievement line will be added after other achievement bonuses have been applied.

Second achievement bonus: For earning the second achievement bonus, your body's ability to burn fat when exercising is improved by 25% (multiplicative)

To earn tier 3 of this achievement: keep yourself at physical exhaustion for two continuous hours through physical activity.

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Achievement Earned: The Good Kind of Burning Sensation 3

If you don't piss and poop your pants while working out, are you even lifting?

For straining your body to its limits your physical prowess is improved.

For keeping your body at physical exhaustion from a workout or strenuous activity for two continuous hours, your bodies base physical prowess is improved by 20% (multiplicative)

First Achievement Bonus: For earning the first achievement bonus, your body's ability to burn fat while exercising is improved by 50% (multiplicative)

To earn Tier 4 of this achievement: keep yourself at physical exhaustion for four continuous hours through physical activity.

_ _ “Holy shit." I commented blandly as my body began to spasm with pain, before I passed out again to the sound of muscles tearing, bones creaking, and some poor Canadian dumbass screaming.

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“Oh good, yer awake. How are ya feelin'?" Came a woman's voice as I struggled to clear the fog from my head.

I grumbled incoherently as I groaned, forcing myself up into a sitting position, muscles protesting painfully from the act.

“It's been about an hour since ya passed out again. I gave ya another diaper change." The wolf greeted me as the fuzziness of my vision cleared slightly. Her tail was wagging gently behind her as she sat beside me on the grass.

“What happened?" I asked, my mind still filled with fog.

“I promised ye'd get stronger, I just expected it to be more gradual. Yer new achievements kicked in all at the same time, and the changes to yer body were just too much for ya to handle all at once. Do ya wanna know how many free spins ya earned?" She asked, her eyes sparkling.

That woke me up, and she began to laugh seeing the excitement on my face at the prospect. I was completely out of it after her first orgasm, the rest of it was a complete blur to me.

“Well, out of the three hours ya struggled, ya were actively pullin', or at least tryin' ta for just over an hour and a half of it. Ya spent three hours in a messy diaper for me, and ya wore the pony suit the whole time. I came six times, and I pissed four not including your enema. And you drank every drop. All said an' done, that's thirty free spins at a hundred diapers a spin. Well done, very well done." She explained, giving me an approving clap on the shoulder that smacked me back into the grass.

She chuckled as I groaned back into a sitting position, and I finally got a little look at myself. My stomach which normally had quite a beer gut was now flat. Not like a six-pack, but as if the fat on my belly shrunk and was spread out more evenly.

My arms were thicker and less flabby and the little flex of pushing myself into a sitting position showed muscles that I absolutely had never had before. Thankfully the wolf patiently ignored the groan of agony I gave out as I sat up. Even simply breathing seemed to draw in more air.

“Holy shit, I'm not fat anymore." I said to myself, before her rundown of how much I earned completely registered.

“Wait what? I earned that many diapers? How?" I asked incredulously as she chortled.

“Earning at the slot machines gives ya twice what ya would normally get, because ya only get paid in free spins, and not directly paid in diapers. Yer hard work could pay a fortune, or it could pay nothing. Earning diapers with slot dealers is a gamble in itself." She explained, and I couldn't help but shake my head in amusement.

“Well fuck, maybe I'll get lucky and earn another hundred thousand diapers." I said with a chuckle, and her eyes widened before she began to laugh. “Of course, ya were the big winner! Nice of ya ta persuade Terinas to host a staff party for yer wager." She grinned thankfully.

“It was a good idea, you all should be able to hang out with one another more often." I said with a smile, wincing as I shifted to take my weight off of my arms.

“Not that I'm ungrateful for the free spins, but I was wondering if there was a chance I could trade some or all of those free spins for information about the fifth challenge in the competition that I would be able to share with four of my friends?" I asked hopefully, and she took on a contemplative expression.

“Ya said yer friends also wanna work towards lettin' us dealers meet and hang out with one-another? Also willing to charge so little an entry fee, tha's not just yer decision?" she asked, her voice slow and thoughtful.

I nodded, wincing slightly as my neck muscles protested the movement. “Yup, though in the beginning they weren't so keen on being friendly with the dealers. But after hanging out with me, they've realized that you guys are more deserving of kindness and compassion than any of us humans are." I said truthfully.

“I believe completely that they want to make your lives better just as much as I do, and they are even starting to put in the same effort as me in doing so." I added, flashing her a grin as she studied my face.

“Terinas, If ye can do me a boon, can ya confirm what he's sayin'?" she asked the open air, and I heard a familiar puff of powder appear from behind me.

Trying to turn my head was a mistake.

“Despite what I warned you about humans, this one and his four friends are abnormal. What he says is true. As we speak, one of his friends is asking the banker about the cost of various sound equipment, asking specifics that I have to allocate five of myself to understand what he's saying. Another is asking about the cost of oil paints, and I heard him mumble that he was going to ask if any of my staff would be interested in having their portraits painted." Terinas purred, his voice amused.

“I just stole Lee's notebook, and looking through it, he is setting up a costs table so he can decide how low he can charge staff to enter the room. He is unsure about cleaning costs, food costs, drink costs, and cost of diapers for the staff. There are lot of notes saying to ask Steve." He added with a chuckle.

She nodded her thanks to the lord of the domain before returning her gaze to Steve. “In that case, I will charge you what you plan to charge the staff as an entry fee for your concerts. Four hundred diapers worth of free spins, and I will tell you everything you need to know."

I must have looked as confused as I felt because she suddenly burst out laughing, and even Terinas chuckled behind me. “We can charge ya however much we want, we don't even have to charge ya anythin' to give you information. If We like ya, we charge less, if yer a prick, expect to only get partial information no matter how much ya pay."

I began to chuckle, and I shook my head slightly, ignoring the sharp pain of strained muscles. “Well, how could I possibly turn down that offer? Thank you. And thank you Terinas, I appreciate the confirmation." I added before Terinas could disappear once more.

“You can at least trust I will never lie to my staff. You humans on the other hand, honesty is optional." He said in a purring voice.

Before he could disappear I asked him something that had been bothering me. “Hey Terinas, while you're here I have to ask, what is the point of the pacifier clipped onto my post worker's outfit? Do I need to be sucking it to get the set bonus when delivering mail?"

He let out a chuckle of amusement before purring in his reply. “Just wearing the clothing will give you bonus diapers. If a clothing set comes with an attached accessory, it provides an additional benefit when used. Just a hint, but suck on your pacifier once you have letters to deliver. Any other outfits, you can pay a staff member to explain for you. I know you won't balk at doing kinky favors."

With that, his disappeared in a puff of pink powder, cackling merrily at my expense.

“I don't suppose I could come back another time for the information regarding the competition?" I asked, turning my focus back on the wolf who was idly squishing the crotch of her diaper beneath her coveralls, the scent of a messy backside permeating the air around us.

She raised a questioning eyebrow and I explained.

“I doubt I could walk very fast, and I want to get your letters delivered. I will probably have to ask you to carry me to the stool so I can spend my free spins. And, I don't trust my mind to be able to remember what you tell me either right now." I explained, chuckling slightly at my last comment.

She nodded in understanding and smiles a toothy smile. “I can carry ya to the bench no problem, ya worked hard and yer just like a baby right now. At least ya shouldn't need feedin' right now." She chuckled, moving closer to me and slipping a claw under my back, and the other one beneath my knees, lifting me with ease as my body hung like limp noodles in her arms.

“Thanks, one of my achievements even commented about a wolf piss and cum protein shake making the best gains." I said with a chuckle as she gently carried me to the slot machine, with me struggling to keep my head upright.

“Well, it does seem to have worked wonders on ya." She said eyeing me playfully as she gently sat me down on the stool in front of the slot machine. I smiled thankfully at her and nodded, already my torn muscles were beginning to heal as the pain was no longer so crippling.

I say that, as I had to grit my teeth and groan out a suppressed yell as I lifted my right arm to the slot machine's button. As promised, I had twenty-six free spins ready to go, valued at one-hundred diapers each.

Her machine was a simple three-reel, single line one with wildcards thrown in in the shape of throbbing red wolf cocks dribbling cum down their length, with the word “WILD" in bold beneath the fuzzy grey balls.

Beets were the bar symbols, with one to three beets representing each, stalks of wheat were the cherries, and so on.

The big symbol to go for was a farm cart exactly like the one I was pulling, complete with a diapered guy in a pony play outfit pulling it and a large dildo sticking out of the seat. Of course, this was a cartoon depiction and not an actual photo.

With a held breath I pressed the Spin button, and watched the reels spin into overdrive. One by one, the reels stopped and ended with me earning a hundred diapers out of the deal.

Already a significant portion of what was in my bank account, so I couldn't complain.

I moved slow as I used up my precious spins. After each spin the dealer informed me a little bit about the final challenge until I was up to speed on the last spin.

“It's a challenge in three parts. First, there is a diaper pail in front of ya next to a pressure plate. Ya gotta stand on the pressure plate.

Spin.

“The pressure plate will open a hatch on a basketball hoop on the far wall. Ya gotta toss a soaked diaper from the pail into the net on the hoop."

_ Spin._

“The weight of the diaper in the net will make a long table rise from the floor and another pressure plate and diaper pail. Ya gotta stand on the plate to open a gate on the table, and roll the balled-up diapers down the table, ta make 'em bounce off a ramp and land in a numbered hole."

Spin.

“Each hole is numbered different, ya gotta get ten diapers inta holes, though a bullseye will get ya ten minutes taken off yer time."

Spin.

“Third part once ya get yer points, a section of the wall will open, revealin' a pressure plate, a diaper pail, and a slide with a ramp. At the bottom of the slide there is a spinning platform with a lotta holes with numbers on it.

_ Spin._

“Ya have ten diapers, ya drop the diapers on the slide, and make them land in holes on the spinnin' platform. All the holes give bonuses, like free diapers in yer bank account, free coffee at the bar for a month, or a years supply of baby wipes. If yer very, very lucky, the super small holes on the platform can give ya TF dildoes, or even set outfits or even a potty in yer apartment tha' only you can use!". Once a hole gets a diaper in it, a hatch closes making the next drops even harder."

Spin.

“When that diaper pail is emptied of all ten diapers, a key will drop from the roof in front of the now open door to the himbo waitin' for ya to finish yer race.

Spin. Spin. Spin.

_ _ I finished the final spin shortly after she finished her explanation, and I had woken enough to be able to remember what she had explained. I sat back slightly with a sigh as I gave her a thankful smile.

“Seven thousand, six-hundred diapers. Yer a lucky bastard." She snorted as she patted me on the shoulder in congratulations.

“Yeah, I have no idea why to be honest, thank you though for telling me all of this. Because there are secrets you can't tell me without me asking, I'm just wondering if those diaper pails are bolted to the floor, or if they may be strategically moved?" I asked, a grin spreading across my face as she gave me a knowing smile, and a highly amused grin.

“Because you asked, no, they are not bolted onto the ground, nor are they too heavy to move."

“Thank you very much, I appreciate all of your help today, seriously." I said, my tone changing from amused to sincere as I printed off my voucher from the machine, my arms moving much easier, though still requiring a lot of effort to move.

“No problem! Thanks for helping me cum so much, it's been forever since I was last able to make my balls so empty!" She chuckled as she bent down to help me up, helping me stand like a toddler just learning to walk on shaky legs. She even ignored my pained groans, and popping joints as I slowly stood upright. It was nice of her.

We walked towards the farm once more, instead of the door and I looked up to her confusedly. She chuckled in reply to my unasked question.

“Didn't ya wanna see what all your hard effort accomplished?" She asked curiously.

Realization hit, and I took in the field properly, really looking at it instead of keeping it in the corner of my vision like I had for the past twenty minutes.

From the way the plow worked, with it's two heavy blades in the rear of it to funnel the churned soil into a single mound with each pass. After three hours of dizzying exhaustion, there were two piled rows of turned soil that extended sixty feet long, from end to end of the field.

All of that work had turned only a tenth of one of the fields, but the wiggly rows of turned earth woke in me a sense of deep pride that I had never experienced on earth. I had never created something that I could be proud of, using the sweat of my brow and exhaustion of body, and it was gratifying.

“It's beautiful." I said finally after seeing my efforts paid forth.

“It's a start. You'll get used ta plowin' blind, an' respondin' better ta tugs on the reins. But, for yer first time, and how much ya struggled, ya did pretty darn good. Maybe in ten years if ya keep at it, ye'll be able to keep tha rows straight, an' ya won't even need me guidin' ya."

I didn't feel embarrassed as she critiqued my efforts. “Yeah, in ten years, maybe I'll be able to plow the whole field in one go, even without magic making it easier. Maybe the rows will be straight, and more level. Still, this is the first time I've ever been able to say I'm proud of something I put my all into, and it's fucking beautiful." I said, a tired smile crossing over my face.

“When ya put it like that, it is fucking beautiful." She agreed, grinning alongside me.

“I better put my uniform back on, did you manage to get your letters made?" I asked tiredly as I began to shuffle my way over towards my pile of blue rubber clothes, my legs shaking with each unassisted step.

“I did yeah, I already put 'em in yer bag for ya. Thanks again for comin' ta deliver mail fer me." She said happily, her tail swishing and showing her excitement.

“It might be a few hours, but I'll make sure to bring by the replies to your letters tonight, no matter how long it takes me." I promised as I sat heavily on the grass, and placed my voucher inside my notebook within my bag. Someone may be able to steal my bag, but they wouldn't be able to touch my notebook.

I weakly began to pull on my outfit. It was slow going, but after ten minutes, once again I was dressed head to toe in my shiny blue latex postmaster's outfit, ready to deliver.

“That outfit looks pretty good on ya, I look forward to the day I can bend ya over my wagon." The wolf commented as I began to shuffle towards the door, my new, and only moderately soaked ducky diaper crinkling between my thighs.

“Thank you, I'll see you soon." I said, turning to flash her a grin before reaching out and gripping the door handle, once again causing the world to shimmer in a rush of mixing colors.

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The world came into being with me finding Callum standing beside me, wearing his new jeans and a dark red t-shirt, with a barely noticeable crinkle coming from his waist as he shifted.

He was leaning against the neighboring slot machine with his arms crossed, an amused expression on his face, which quickly turned into shock.

“Holy fuck dude, Terinas said you pushed yourself too hard and may need a hand, he didn't say you lost thirty pounds." Callum commented with his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I'm having trouble moving, even lifting my arms hurt. Wait, thirty pounds? What are you talking about?" I asked incredulously.

“You bulked up man, and it looks like your body ate as many calories as possible for it to happen. Did you get that achievement, the burning sensation one?" He asked.

“You were pretty chunky dude, but now you're like, almost healthy. Like those Strongmen that eat a lot while still working out." He added, twisting a knife just a tiny bit.

“Yeah, I got that one, up to tier three. Is it at least an improvement?" I asked, and Callum's jaw dropped slightly.

“Fuck dude, we all got the first tier, but none of us have gotten the second tier. How long did you have to endure the pain to get the third? And yeah, you look a lot healthier. You still need a shave, it doesn't suit the outfit."

I let out an embarrassed sigh before replying, I could feel my cheeks growing hot and I began to sweat a little more under all the rubber.

“Two hours for tier three, four for four. I assume it would be eight hours for tier five and so on. And yeah, I do need a shave, but I will enjoy having a beard until I willingly become a full-blown sissy." I said with a chuckle, as Callum let out a low whistle.

“Two hours man, what were you doing to be exhausted for so long?"

“It ended up being three hours. But, I was wearing a pony play outfit, and blindly pulling a cart with a plow through a field, with the dealer riding the cart and pulling on the reins to guide me. it's actually a pretty unique instance to be honest. I might make it a daily stop." I said with a weary chuckle as Callum helped me up off the chair, keeping me balanced on quivering legs.

“Fuck man, you would really go back and do that again?" He asked, as I accidentally let out a belch, the scent of cum filling the air as I blushed. Callum simply waved the scent away with a wrinkle of the nose.

“Honestly yeah. After it was all said in done, I got to take a look at what I accomplished while blindfolded, and I have never been able to feel proud of myself like that before. After the competition, I'm going to go down to delivering letters, and then plowing fields I think. Just simple, straightforward work. Any time I have left in the day I will visit friends."

Callum stood in stoic silence as he helped hold me up as we left the machines, making out way into the open floor of the casino. He finally spoke, his voice somber. “I can appreciate needing to do something that makes you feel proud. I say go for it dude. Pride is a short commodity here."

We stood in silence for a few minutes until I realized my legs stopped quivering. “Hey Callum, question for ya?" I asked as I looked over the expanse of the casino, the few humans shuffling around either begging or looking for a chance to steal from one another.

“What's up dude?" Came the reply, almost seeming slightly enthusiastic to finally answer a question for me for once.

“Since you have the achievement, how long does it take for your body to recover from overworking yourself like that? The dealer had to carry me to the slot machine so I could spend my free spins, and it took everything I had just to lift my arm to push the button." I explained.

He nodded in understanding. “Just think of it like this, it takes only three days to recover from brain death here, a month if you are completely vaporized. Torn muscles might only take a couple hours depending on how badly you abused them."

“Well fuck that's nice. My entire body hurts, but I think I should be able to stumble towards all these deliveries I need to make. Maybe in a few minutes." I said with a chuckle.

He nodded and smiled at me. “Sounds good man, how many do you have to deliver? I'll be with you while you do it, I have nothing better to do anyways."

I furrowed my brows before nodding. I turned slightly, letting out a groan as my stomach and torso muscles protested, and with slightly shaking hands I unclasped my rubber delivery bag, and began to count the letters within.

After counting, I idly released my bladder, uncaring that Callum may notice the lily pads on my crotch fading away as I drained some of what I had forcefully ingested over the last three hours into my diaper. “Looks like I have twelve, if most of them write a reply, that will be enough to bring my achievement into tier three. Which will give me…"

I began to count in my head, furrowing my brows as I thought. After a few seconds I shrugged and grinned “At least twenty-eight diapers per letter, maybe twenty-nine. With this outfit that's over fifty and it could end up being quite lucrative in the future."

Callum snorted. “Are you becoming a mafia boss? Have to own every possible business venture and create a monopoly? Are you going to start charging taxes or protection money?"

I shook my head. “Nah, not every business, I just want to help get some options going. I mean, if after a few months I can decide to have a night off and just go get happy drunk while listening to music, I would be happy. To be able to wander through an art gallery, and maybe buy some pieces to decorate my walls, that would be pretty nice."

“I think I want to just do letter delivery for now. But I am happy to help you guys get your own businesses going. Speaking of however, I had a thought as I was leaving the room and got accosted by a homophobic asshole, perhaps we should all consider moving to the third floor or higher?" I suggested, my voice thoughtful.

Callum replied quickly. “If you think it's a good idea then I'm down. We can talk with the guys tonight. You just think the second floor is getting too busy?" He asked, and I waved my hands in a see-saw motion.

“That, and thinking about things, Lee should have a big venue, and the bar should be in a bigger space. With my achievement, we would have an eighty-foot squared room, instead of the forty squared we have now. Or a hundred and sixty square feet on the fourth. Our room is big, but up a floor, even if we built bedrooms and an office that are soundproofed behind the bar, it would leave so much room for guests to have fun. My rent is still covered either way, it's only the thousand diapers to go up the stairs." I explained, and he nodded along.

“Again I'm down, and we can hash out the details. But why not get two rooms, and just have a staff diaper changing room behind the bar. I mean, the staff we hire to run the bar. And then have a dozen public changing rooms, and an office. I'm sure there are doors you can…" He trailed off as his brows furrowed together.

“Wait a fucking minute, did you already earn forty first achievement bonuses you crazy fucking Canuck?" He asked, glaring at me as if I was pulling a stupid joke. When I chuckled and grinned, he began to laugh.

“Wait until the other guys hear this! Fuck man, you are absolutely nuts. I don't want to know what you had to do to get them." He grinned while shaking his head, giving me a clap on the back hard enough to make me stagger.

He was kind enough to catch me before I smashed my face onto a stool.

“Gonna be expensive to move up to the fourth, but it would at least give us a lot of time before other people make it up there. Let me guess, you already have fifty thousand diapers ready to go?" He asked, his voice daring me to tell him any different.

He seemed more surprised when I shook my head in the negative. “Nope, not yet. After I deliver all this mail, I might be around nine thousand altogether."

“Well that's okay, we can pool our resources anyways. Ryan did say he can start buying paints. It's a hundred diapers per tube for cheap oil paints, but it's an extra thousand to make them automatically refilling. He wanted to run it by you and hear your thoughts on the matter." He said, knowing it was something I would want to know.

“Thanks man, I don't know how much paint is in the tube, but I do know my mother once said that if you can buy the more expensive paints, it is worth every penny. On earth, she once said a single tube of her favorite brand cost her just over ninety bucks. I think we should try to save up for the good stuff, and have it automatically refill. Best for the long term." I suggested, and Callum nodded in agreement.

“I heard the same, crazy huh? I'll pass it along to him." He said, and I snorted.

Seeing the confused expression, I explained my thoughts. “I have no idea why my opinion matters on it? I'm not the group leader, and I'm certainly not going to tell everyone how to spend their money."

When Callum didn't voice his agreement, I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I'm not the group leader right?" I asked slowly.

He cleared his throat nervously before answering. “We had a vote, and it was unanimous. Even Terinas said he agreed that you being the leader would bring us further faster than anyone else possibly could. It was unanimous, four votes for Steve, though Ryan voted for Gandalf. The rest of us changed our votes to Gandalf to make it official."

I let out a sigh and slumped my shoulders slightly. “Well, if it was unanimous, but make sure you guys let me know if I say something confusing or you think I'm being a complete idiot. And I'm going to need a hat. And a pipe."

Callum chuckled while flashing me a grin, before dropping to his knee and voicing with boisterous sincerity. “You have my axe."

With that we both burst into laughter.

Callum looked thoughtful before he brought us back on track after my interruption. “Anyways, if we do move the rave to the third floor, we can consider making a fenced off area, specifically for all the staff or humans to get their freak on. You wanted to build a bondage dungeon? Build it there. Have a rule where all body fluids must stay in that area and out of the main rave area. Add in some tip jars?"

“You are fucking brilliant man. More expensive startup, but with tip jars, we can still keep the entry fee quite low." I said, clapping him on the back, and making my arm muscles spasm slightly.

He looked at me with a bit of concern, but he spoke out. “How much were you thinking of charging by the way? We were all thinking about a thousand diaper entry fee." I nodded and smiled.

“Not a bad price. But, just because I'm a bleeding hearted Canadian, I was thinking of leaving the entry fee at four hundred diapers. A drop in the bucket in comparison." Callum simply raised an eyebrow for me to explain, though he did chuckle at the stereotyping.

“If we stock the changing rooms with twenty-point diapers, each staff member would need to use twenty diapers for us to merely break even for the night. That is if they don't tip the bartender, DJ, the changing rooms, or the dungeon den. I will only buy alcohol that automatically refills, and I have a tiered achievement that pays me for every drink served. And with that low of a price, the staff can justify going out every single day. Lee also has a Tiered achievement for playing music, over time even without an entry fee we will be making big money." I explained, and he nodded thoughtfully.

“You really are thinking in centuries, unlike us who are thinking of in the here and now. I guess we can save this for when hanging with the guys, and we can ask your fox friend or your cow lady friend what they think of the price." He suggested, and I nodded at the idea, giving him a grin.

“Also, I think for four hundred diapers, the staff will still be willing to pay even if Lee only had a couple speakers and a table, and we only had the beer keg and a bottle or two of booze, and the changing area was a simple mat on the floor. We can open earlier, and start earning faster. I'm going to ask the wolf how much it will cost to transfer all my console upgrades a floor higher after I do these deliveries. Speaking of, may as well get these done." I said, trailing off slightly before I could lose my train of thought once more.

I grabbed the pacifier hanging from the breast of my rubber uniform, and casually popped it into my mouth, the bulb swelling to fill my mouth completely.

“Steve, what the fuck are-“ Callum began when he cut himself off after seeing my expression.

When I had the pacifier in my mouth, and mail to deliver, I saw a sparkling gold trail of dust floating in the air, leading from my bag into the casino proper. A few feet ahead of me, the trail split and branched off in different directions, circling around tables and shifting around humans that walked through it.

The trails seemed to show the fastest way for me to get to the dealers I needed to deliver to, as the nearest trail wove around a pillar in the ground and ended at one of the stools before the roulette table, illuminating the nearest chair in a golden glow.

Hesitantly, I pulled the pacifier from my mouth with a wet pop sound, and the golden trails quickly dispersed into motes of sparkling light.

“I have a quest trail." I whispered, unable to keep the excited smile from my face as I began to bounce slightly.

“What the fuck is a quest trail, and what did the pacifier do to you?" He asked curiously, reminding me of his presence.

I blinked before explaining. “A quest trail is a magically glowing trail that leads a person through the fastest route possible to their destination. In this case, it is a glowing trail of floating sparkles that only I can see, that seems to lead me to exactly where the letters need to go. I could probably full-on sprint and it would guide me around obstacles. I can only see this trail, when I have the pacifier in my mouth." I explained, my smile unbreaking.

“Okay that is kind of cool, also kind of dorky. You know how weird you look sucking on that?" He asked with a chuckle.

I nodded. “Of course, I do need to shave and that might make it not so bad. But it's better than being naked, and the benefits seem worth being a dork. It also seems, that a lot of the clothing sets have an accessory that provides an added benefit when used."

“Drawback to everything I suppose. Well, shove that pacifier back in your mouth, and let's get your mail delivered. You waiting for replies?" He asked, and I nodded, doing as told and shoving the pacifier back in my mouth while letting another stream of hot urine flood into my diaper before setting out.

“Alrighty, then you can stop by the bank after, and find out how much it costs to get your upgrades moved to an upper floor, ad we can have that meeting." He said with a firm nod, taking a place behind me as we began to move, the glowing trails calling my name.