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Laurel stepped like a mouse across the gravel and untied Jack, who was pretty much unconscious until she dragged the bowl out from under his muzzle and put it on his head like a hat. Jack looked up from under the rim of the bowl and rolled his eyes, shaking it off, Laurel had her fun, and though she could make it last, there was no reason to give her what she wanted all the time. Laurel pet his chin, and the foreign ticklish feeling made Jack buckle as he couldn't drag his head away; it felt too good, he just wanted more of it, but of course, Laurel returned the favor and cut it short. Grabbing the bowl and handing it to Wal, Laurel leaned in to accept a kiss from the badger and a bag of apple tarts.

“Please come again, and maybe next time we can spar before sex; it's always a bit more fun when you have a few bruises to tease." Wal chuckled, and while laurel beamed in agreement, “I'd love to train with you; I'll probably jog up this way again, so we'll stop by to say 'hi' if we're around."

“that's fine; tell me what you think of my tarts when you do," Wal added as he started to pack up the table and mason jars.

“Sure, May the gods always be with you wherever you go," Laurel bowed, and Wal returned the gesture, “And with you, Laurel."

With goodbyes shared, Laurel led Jack away from the enclosed yard and opened the fence, breaking a magical ward that faded away until they locked it again; one last wave, and they were off jogging again down the familiar route back home. The much-needed rest helped, but it still took forty minutes until they were back home, pushing open the door to an empty house. Laurel rubbed her lower stomach, a soft gurgling echoing from her stomach, probably all the sugar irritating her bowels, or the semen begging to get out. Taking a moment to steady herself, Laurel exhaled, before squatting slowly and unclipping the leash; rubbing Jack's head she stood up carefully and waved Jack to follow, “Come on Jake."

Jack wasn't sure what was happening as he was led into the white tiled bathroom, with a sliding door dividing the toilet-shower area, from the sink. “Go ahead and get in the tub Jake, I'll be right in, in a second." Laurel waved forward as she started to undress, slipping out of her sports-bra. Jack was quiet but obeyed, there had been no real reason for him to distrust Laurel, she was honest about everything, and they had just got done with their jog, so hopefully a shower? However, Laurel seemed to have other things in mind as she stepped inside and lifted her tail to expose her quivering pucker to Jack. Her ass was struggling to retain everything inside, and the mildly transparent gel plug that sealed her was bulging, the glue tearing away at the pucker, as it was moments away from erupting free.

“I'm going to clean out my ass, and I want you to drink Wal's seed, is that understood?" Laurel declared, glancing back as she steadied herself on the wall with her forearm, her right-hand prying open her ass.

Jack wasn't someone who was distinctly proud of his fantasies, but this moment was close to being perfect, he just wished it wasn't his sister and mainly a male's ass, but he couldn't deny he wasn't at least subtly turned on by his sister's commands.

Jack leaned in, and lifted his nose to the back alley plug, and took a deep breath, steading himself as he smelled only Wal's seed still living in the pungent gel. The scent, the moment, the teetering anticipation made Jack's illusion cloaked canine cock, bounce out of his sheath; his mind lost in a lustful rut wishing he could plow something.

Laurel grabbed the back of Jack's head, and pushed her musty ring into his open muzzle, and grunted, bearing down until her own muscles dislodged the dense glue and pushed it out like more unpleasant things. The plug shot out, bouncing against the roof of Jack's mouth, before rolling down his tongue, his tongue tasting every warm ounce of the solidified seed until it hit the back of his throat; it was too big to swallow. The plug was a horse pill, something Jack was forced to swallow thanks to the unrealistic amount of seed that drained out of Laurel's ass and filled his cheeks.

Easily gulping a quarter cups worth of hot musk, Jack's throat bulged from the strain as he wondered if Wal used magical potions to make himself fertile, or to increase his own production. Because moments after, Jack swallowed more, and more seed, each gulp smaller than the last until his stomach churned with a dense glass of badger cum. However, things got worse with each white shot, the texture became grainier, wheat seeds from whole grain breads that Dad bought, pungent as foul gas leaked out with Laurel's strain, and worst of all the taste, it had become tainted from digested waste.

Laurel panted and grunted harder, pushing the last remaining ounces of semen out before stopping, her claws scratching Jack's head, keeping his muzzle close as she leaned her forehead on the tiled wall with a soft thud. “Fucking… bite me," Laurel groaned, her body quivering under the strain as her pucker widened again and pushed out the worst parts of herself. Pellets of solid shit rolled across Jack's tongue, and into the back of his throat leaving a dancing trail of mud that killed his taste buds, but Jack couldn't pull away, no matter how hard he tried; and worst of all his own terrified gulp forced him to swallow the densest part of yesterday's meal.

Laurel smiled before laughing as she continued to push out everything, as Jack begged for her to stop with his muffled whines, whimpering and crying. “Please…don't, please stop," Jack begged, his gagged cries only tickled Laurel's ass, which only helped ease everything else out; nuggets of hard waste danced down to the back of his throat, and more followed as his cheeks were stuffed with Laurels refuse. The rancid muck dissolving in his saliva to create wet sewage, a disgusting slurry that Jack used to accidentally swallow the hardest bits, each one raining down into his gut and making it stir in anguish.

Laurel turned around and looked at the gaping muzzle and cinched it closed with her fingers, “Seal," she declared, locking the jaw shut. Her own shit spreading out like putty to fill every inch of Jack's muzzle.

Stepping out of the shower, laurel walked to a sink and pulled out plastic gloves from a box in the medicine cabinet. Snapping them over her hands, her dooming eyes smiled, “Do you know why I'm feeding you shit?" Laurel asked as she stepped back into the shower; Jack forced to sit idly by as his muzzle filled up with retained waste and saliva, that only mixed to create a pungent wet mud.

Jack shook his head, wishing only his compliance could end the moment sooner, “The dog suit is for fun," Laurel started as she rolled Jack's left ear between her fingers, “for the both of us, we can play, and cuddle; it's not the worst thing in existence." Laurel explained as she scratched jack's chin and throat, forcing him to lift his muzzle and drain all the sewage to the back of his throat; the position making Jack accidently swallow an ounce of bile, as she lifted his muzzle higher, so their eyes met. “And you can't lie to me; I know you like it too. I've been feeling how content you are with it, and that's good. That's what I wanted." Laurel continued as she sat on the edge of the tub, before stroking Jack's throat, the faintest amount of slimy sewage quickly flowing into his stomach. Laurel's twilight eyes dying in a darker haze as she smirked, “this," She dragged Jack's muzzle up towards the ceiling, so even more of her muck rolled to the back of his throat. The entire mass sitting like a brick on a quivering muscle, that felt like it might give way at any moment. “This is the real punishment, for as long as you're in my control, you're going to be nothing but my living toilet. This is how I'm using you to make up for all the times you used me."

Laurel massaged the fangs that leaked her waist through the openings, “So let me give you one last warning Jack, you ever disobey me, bite me, just remember…" Laurel guided Jack's eyes to the toilet beside the shower, “That toilet's plumbing is right next to my room, and it would take only a few hours to make you a near permeant substitute for a sewage system." The warning was enough to make Jack glance at the real horror of his situation, and he begged for freedom and an end to his punishment.

Laurel only approved with a damning grin, “Unseal," She whispered, letting Jack's muzzle open, thick strands of brown saliva drained into her hand and onto the tub below. Laurel didn't seem to care as she lifted Jack's muzzle up and pried it open with her gloved left hand. “Don't worry, when you're backed up like this; I'll always be happy to help you Jake." Laurel chuckled, dipping her fingers into the sludge as she started to stir it all around like a foul cauldron, breaking up the thickest components before plunging it down Jack's throat.

The thick pasty waste felt like disgusting slugs that drained into Jack's stomach, crumbling apart in the acids and Wal's thick load, and mixing up with the oatmeal until it was nothing but sewage, which slowly drained into his intestines. When jack's muzzle was empty, he felt sick, but Laurel was nowhere near done as she positioned her pussy just above his bottom jaw, “That apple cider was a perfect choice, I can barely hold it in, and it should wash out that grimy taste in your muzzle." Laurel laughed, as she in haled sharply and exhaled slowly, releasing a steady stream of piss down Jack's muzzle, washing away the waste, moaning at the release. Jack whined and whimpered as he only obeyed, and started to swallow his sister's musty piss, his soft sounds gurgling the bitter liquids, making portions of its slosh out and into the tub with soft splattering's that drained away between Laurel's legs.

A slow, tempered release allowed Laurel to drag out every second in the minute she was standing and reveling in her youngest brother's suffering. Then when she was done, she smiled, “What a good shit eater," laurel praised, patting Jack's head, “And be thankful I nullified your gag reflex, or else this could have been far worse."

Steadying herself, Laurel exhaled, her wrists on her hips, soiled fingers splayed out, “But I've got one last thing for you." Laurel laughed, feeling Jack's terror, but her presence softened, and she shook her head, “Don't worry, I promise it's not anymore shit." She assured before reaching out to grab a pill bottle off the toilet.

Carefully unscrewing the lid and shaking out a black pill into her hand, Laurel held it out for Jack, “This is a charcoal pill, it will help settle your stomach, bind up that shit in your gut so you don't get diarrhea, and neutralize the smells. So open you're muzzle as wide as you can, and I'll slip it down into the back of your throat. You're not supposed to chew or break these up, so just try to swallow it… Ok?" Laurel explained as she held the earthy black pill in front of Jack's nose; just marginally thankful that it was only medicine, Jack obeyed, and allowed Laurel to push it into the back of his throat.

The dry texture was hard to swallow, and its solid shape didn't make it any easier, but when it was done, Jack panted, letting his tainted saliva drain into the tub, because he couldn't close it, he'd just reignite all the worst flavors.

Laurel capped the bottle and sat it on the toilet before snapping off her gloves and throwing them away, washing her own hands and the muck off the bottle before drying everything. “Wait there, I have a grooming kit, and I'll clean your mouth out, don't worry." Laurel assured, her cruel nature fading away with a gentle smile as she walked back to her room, returning moments later with a shower caddie in hand filled with soaps, brushes, and several pill bottles. Picking up a long scrub brush, magically modified into a toothbrush, Laurel picked up the shower head and changed the power setting before rinsing out Jack's mouth, brushing it with tooth paste and focusing mainly on his tongue. It took several minutes, but Laurel finished, ending with a soft muzzle scrubbing to clean off her musk and piss before drying Jack off and leading him back into her room.

Laurel opened her accordion closet to expose a black metal folding cage meant for Jake, and opened the door, “Go ahead and get in, I'll give you a proper meal in a couple hours. Charcoal tablets should normally be eaten after a meal, but I don't want to stuff your gut with anything else. There's a dog bowl right here if your thirsty, drink out of that." Laurel explained as she dropped the shower caddie on the cage before kicking a small ice cream bucket; Jack looked up at her, almost shocked by the lack of an actual dog bowl. Laurel had made him a magical dog body and shackled his voice, had the foresight to get charcoal tablets… but not an actual dog bowl?

“Yeah, Yeah, shut up, I know, I'm not proud of it either, but it's big enough to drown that muzzle of yours if you're thirsty." Laurel groaned, rolling her own eyes as Jack climbed into the cage, but the door didn't slam on his tail, Laurel left it wide open, and he looked up at Laurel in confusion, half expecting to be locked in place.

“What? It's not like you can do anything; you can't even pee without my permission, so you can't even soil my furniture or make a mess. Not unless you already forgot what I said about the plumbing?" Laurel explained, glancing to the wall beside her desk, her point made, and Jack just fumbled onto his bed and laid down, rolling to the side so he didn't put pressure on his gut. “I'm going to go take a shower, clean my vagina and stuff; we can watch some TV afterward if you're up for that." Laurel offered as if she were talking to Jack and not the pup she had turned him into.

Jack nodded, before closing his eyes so he could listen to his churning stomach, as the charcoal tablet did its job smothering all the sewage that left him bloated.

Laurel just barely started to walk away until she stopped, pausing mid-step. Exhaling she faced Jack with a bit of apprehension, “Jake… listen, I know you might think I hate you, making you eat my shit, drink my piss, threatening to beat you…turn you into a toilet…" Laurel trailed off before shaking her head, “but I'm not," She reluctantly added, “I don't hate you, I'm just mad at you, for using me, using mom and dad… I still love you Jake, as impossible at that may seem, to you, right now; but it's true." Laurel exhaled, before taking a deep breath and crossing her arms, “I'm not going to say that any of this is for your own good…because it's not. Garron and I are just using you, the same way you used us, it's not like were training you to stop your little 'accidents'. I just want you to know I'm proud to be your sister." Laurel finished, her last statement cutting across the silent room and making Jack flinch in shock, looking up at Laurel in confusion, Jack had used her and his family, and Laurel was still proud to be his sister? Laurel was right, it did seem impossible.

Laurel walked over and crouched down, before scratching Jack's ears, “When you confessed, when you apologized, it took some time to sheath my anger. I was pissed off; I was scared for months after you were attacked, wondering if you'd ever recover. I loved you, I wanted you to be yourself again; you don't know what it was like to wake up in the middle of the night and hear you scream…" Laurel pushed, breathing heavily as her muzzle tightened, tying up her own tears, “I spent entire nights sleeping in your closet just so you wouldn't be scared that something would come out and hurt you." Her words stabbing jack as he remembered those nights too, days where he'd wake up and see Laurel sleeping, curled up with a sword in his closet.

Jack still hadn't thanked her for that, she never had to do anything, but Laurel still went out of her way to make Jack feel safe, to never feel alone. If it hadn't been for her, Jack probably would still have been suffering from his terrors. He wanted to say something, he wanted to thank her, to apologize, but all he could do is make low rumbling woofs.

Laurel couldn't understand him, and rolled her head, closing her eyes as she let go, “I watched you apologize on that video tape, your confession, and I realized you weren't just using us out of spite. That you still cared about us, and that you knew it was wrong. So I don't hate you, I promise you I don't Jake, there's nothing for us to really hold against you, to use as fuel to hate you. But most of all, you signed that slave contract and accepted your role as a slave, or at least you're still trying to; what you did was honorable, respectable. So…" Laurel looked down at her feet, sighing, “I just want you to know that I do love you, and that I hope you don't hate me for everything. I promise to try make sure that everything we do together, punishment or not, that you enjoy it to; however marginal that may be." Laurel finished with a kiss on his nose, something he returned, licking her cheek.

But Jack for once dared to act, and lifted his back leg to expose his loins hoping Laurel got the hint, which she did as she nodded and sighed, “I get it, and I'll seriously think about it, but this is still a punishment…" Her muzzle locked up for moment before she continued, “But, I might give them back if you agree to be locked in the sheath." Laurel offered, and Jack hated the idea that he might get all the passion but none of the ability to act on it, but it was better than being a gelding; so, he nodded.

Laurel exhaled with a smile, “Alright, when I'm done taking a shower, I'll give you your balls back, and lock your cock up, but no fussing, no biting. I can just cut them off again, remember that." She warned with a firm scolding finger, and Jack nodded quietly before getting up to lick her cheek again to show his thanks.

Laurel laughed and pushed his head down, “Alright, I love you too." She finished before grabbing her peach towel off the wall behind the kennel, before dragging out the hair band and flicking out her magically grown head fur, letting it drape behind her head.

Jack heard the click of the bathroom door and the shower running at full blast and just laid down, closing his eyes, waiting, his heart soaring, thankful that Laurel was so understanding. Though that love sank into his gut when he remembered how much he had used her, she helped change his stained sheets, drove to the store to pick up diapers for him, and even helped make sure that he was diapered before ever sleeping. Jack knew she had hated every second of it; at first, it wasn't bad, she was just as worried as everyone else, but when nothing changed, in fact, when things got worse, she ended up resenting all the wasted time. Whenever she had to check Jack's diaper before bed, she did it with a scowl.

Though worst yet, Jack cowered under the fact that his parents had forced Garron and Laurel to watch him, waste the time they could have spent working, or going to college, because his own parents didn't want him to be alone. Garron and Laurel were amazing; Jack never realized how amazing his sister was, the things she could do, she could have gone so far, maybe become a manager or someone who could work on base, maybe even work in Avonmori, but he held her back for a year and forced her to bear with his own sexual fetishism…he didn't deserve to be her brother. Garron, the same thing, he was a counselor trying to become a judge, a member of a Tribunal, but he had to stay home, work from home, miss vital courtroom experience because of Jack's lies.

The reality hurt; it dragged a knife across Jack's heart, it killed him, and he couldn't stop himself from whimpering under the warmth of Laurel's love; she still loved him after all of that, still saw him as her brother after he had used and robbed her a year of her life. His own scars helped him drag him out of his kennel and run into the bathroom and throw himself at Laurel, knocking her against the wall and tumbling into the tub. Her hands tearing at the curtain as she fumbled about and snapping the rod out of the wall, “Jake-!"

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Laurel, I love you too… I'm so sorry…I don't deserve to have such an awesome sister," Jack whimpered, clinging to her chest just wanting something to seep through, so she knew how much he really cared.

Laurel shook her head, exhaling as the water rained down over them, but she felt it, all the tension, the pain, the love Jack was trying to share, and scratched his ears. “I guess we're going to have a bath then," Laurel sighed, kicking the faucet to pour water into the tub, and then dropping her heel into the drain to seal the plug. Throwing out the shower curtain and waving her hand to fix the damages the barreling black mutt had caused. Laurel adjusted herself so that Jack was sitting between her legs and resting his head against her chest, both of them reclining as the warm water raised to submerge them both in steaming foam.

They lounged in the bath together, Laurel swirling the fur of Jack's head, the hard light illusion mimicking the heavy saturated weight of wet fur, “You know this is why I wanted to turn you into a dog." Laurel started, Jack's head pulling up to listen, “Yeah, do you remember those days when you were a cub, and you used to crawl into my bed when you were scared? You didn't want to hide in Mom and Dad's room because you knew they worked hard and deserved every second of sleep… I missed those nights of us holding each other; I thought by turning you into a dog, I could keep you close… so I could hug and lay in bed with you. It just feels like everyone is going their own separate ways, like we don't feel like a family anymore, just friends who live in the same house." Laurel explained with a weary breath as she leaned on her arm, “We don't do anything together anymore, we don't go out to eat, we don't fight or spar together, we don't even eat together. Mom and Dad go outside and enjoy the sunset, Garron goes up to his room to work, and you, well, I'm guessing you went to your room to lounge about in your diaper." Jack wasn't proud of how accurate Laurel was but was also ashamed of how right she was; they really didn't live like a family. “I just miss doing stuff together." Laurel exhaled, breathing sharply as she masked herself trying to save face and hide her tears, trying to retain her hard-ass personality but failing miserably.

Jack dragged away from her hands and nuzzled her face; he was never going to leave her, ever again. Laurel wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and hugged him as if he was her lifeline. She didn't dare let go as she cried into Jack's ear, who whispered sweet things into her ears, so she knew how amazing she really was, even though she might never understand, they were sill things that needed to be said.

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When Laurel and Jack finally stepped out of the bath, the water was cold and oily with sweat and fur products, and they both used their own magic to dry themselves; Laurel did it by turning her fur hydrophobic, Jack did it by using his shadows to squeeze it off and throw it back into the bath. Laurel brushed her fur and brushed her teeth at the same time, her ambidextrous coordination making Jack jealous as he came up between her legs, so he could lean into the sink and lap up the water running out of the faucet.

Laurel pushed the big lug out of the way when she was done so she could spit into the sink and rinse out her mouth, before flossing away the fluoride refuse as she walked back to her room, Jack nipping at her tail playfully as he followed behind her, something that she seemed pleasantly ok with before he changed pace and jumped up onto the unkempt bed. Slumping onto the mattress, Jack watched as his sister pulled up violet two-tone panties between her legs and an old and worn black jacket she kept in the closet, her loungewear, before tying up her fur with the purple hairband.

“So you said you wanted to get your balls back?" She asked as she took a brush and dragged the knots out of the bushy ponytail. Jack nodded, rolling over onto his back and spreading his limbs for easy access, “Perfect, well, give me a minute so I can get ready." Laurel approved as she walked to her desk, filling a small tray with tools before going to her dresser to pick up the frozen jar that seemed locked in magical permafrost, because it didn't even sweat.

“First, I'll do the cage, so you don't get any ideas, and then I'll reattach your balls…" Laurel outlined as she put on a pair of welding goggles that were visibly enchanted thanks to the runes that circled the folding cap. Picking up her magical amplifier, a soldering iron with a sharp crystal tip, Laurel flicked down the goggles as if she was about to start welding, and Jack watched as the tip of the iron bypassed the illusion and dived into what should have been his skin, but he felt no pain, so he just let his sister 'fix' him.

After a few minutes, Laurel flicked off the lens and picked up the parts for a chastity cage with a recessed pin lock and went back to work wrapping the metal around his loins beneath the illusion. When everything seemed set, Laurel used a pair of tongs that started to glow green when they were pushed into the ice, seeming to phase right through the ice and drag out his frozen sack.

“This is going to sting; I have reattached the neural pathways, and plus, your nuts are really cold," Laurel explained as she flicked the lid to her goggles back down. It took a few moments before Jack felt the sharp cold sting as his scrotum froze his groin, it felt as if his own balls went walking out in a blizzard, and the jarring difference in temperature made Jack's toes curl as he tucked in his breath and grit his teeth.

Jack's mouth gaped in struggling silent shock as Laurel worked, silent until she finished, at which point she smacked the orbs up, making jack bark in protest, “Looks like everything is reconnected, and you wouldn't even know that they were removed in the first place." Laurel self-praised as she watched Jack roll over and look between his legs; he only saw the beefy balls of the illusion, not his own. But he saw what had replaced them on the tray, wooden orbs the size of mandarin oranges.

“So… No hard feelings?" Laurel asked, and Jack nodded, “Good, now let's get you something to eat." She waved off as she packed everything up and left it on her desk. Jack leading her downstairs and into the kitchen, where he sat down to wait, his obedience earning him a pat, “If I knew you'd be this well behaved, I would have given you your balls back sooner."

“So what do you want to eat Jake?" Laurel asked, and Jack bit a cabinet handle and threw open the door with a flick of his head to expose the cereal cabinet. “Alright, let me get you a bowl." Laurel agreed, dragging out a soup bowl from an upper cabinet before filling it with dense bran cereal, not Jack's first choice, but he didn't argue; it was better than shit, at least. Laurel topped it with vitamins and left it on the floor beside the back door before making herself some coffee as she watched her mutt munch on the meal; laying on the floor beside it, he didn't want to stretch to eat it.

The bowl was finished quickly, and Jack was once again stuffed, but that didn't stop him from going to the living room to pick up the TV remote and walk it over to Laurel. “Gods, I need to keep my phone on me because you're fucking adorable." Laurel coddled, embracing Jack with an aggressive hug that made him grunt, before accepting the remote and leading him back to the couches; where she sat down, and once she got comfortable, smacked the couch to give Jack permission to jump up and lay beside her, but of course Jack took it a step further and just slumped on Laurel's legs.

Laurel said nothing and just rested her elbows on Jack's back, as she turned on the TV, switching the input to the Nexus so they could watch old boring university science lectures, that Jack couldn't even begin to understand. All the lectures did was make Jack crumple on Laurel's lap and pass out. Though this lasted only a few short hours till lunch rolled around, or rather, Laurel's dinner rolled through him. The pressure was like a dense rock in Jack's gut that needed to be voided before he lost all control and shit himself.

Getting up from Laurel's lap as she was just finishing up her third lecture, Jack jumped off the couch, cringing as the shock made him quiver; he tightened up his stance, and looked up at Laurel, pointed to his cock, and then at the back door. “You need to go potty?" Laurel asked, getting up from the couch to let her brother out the back door, “Please can you keep it in the back corner?" she asked as Jack bounced down the patio steps with reluctance.

Jack had never shit outdoors, but he was in a fenced-in yard, he looked like a dog, and Wal had proved that the hard light illusion worked. It would have been more embarrassing if his thick load didn't hurt so much, but Jack needed to empty himself, and that was all that really mattered to him, so he grit his teeth and bore down. But his need to void himself lasted only a second as he jumped into the corner of the fence as he looked up at Laurel, who had the video camera pinned on him, the red light flashing, his terror being recorded.

“Go ahead Jake, don't mind me." Laurel chuckled with a soft whisper as she cornered Jack, leaving him no escape other than by shitting right then and there. Jack's claws dug into the ground as he twisted to put his back to Laurel and try to squeeze out his load, but that stopped as he felt his tail get dragged to the side. Looking back at Laurel Jack quickly noticed that she had set up the camera to record everything, his face, his quivering ass, and controlled tail.

As much as Jack hated the lack of privacy, his body gave out, his sphincter collapsing as the muscles just couldn't handle bearing the weight anymore. A thick pasty black log curled up beneath him, and when the last bits of his mess was deposited on top, Jack panted, his ass wincing from the shock as he turned around to look at a hefty black mound with an unpleasant but neutral scent; it smelled nothing like shit, just charcoal. Laurel paused the video and pulled out a trash bag from her coat pocket, and cleaned up after him just like she had agreed to. Tying up the bag, Laurel picked up the camera, “Do you need to pee?" She asked, raising the camera, and Jack exhaled and adjusted himself before lifting his back left leg, before closing his eyes and exhaling, straining himself to push it out so he could appease his sister's demented tastes.

His murky yellow piss slowly started to trickle out before quickly building as he lost his restraint and just let go. It pooled around the fence, leaving a musky yellow puddle that he left behind when he tip toped around it and back inside. Laurel was laughing happily as she rewatched the disgusting video, “You're so cute," She cooed, “Jakee's first mess," She grinned, throwing out the shit in the trash, before petting Jack, guiding him back on to the couch.

“Can you please just keep that to yourself?" Jack asked through garbled rumbles, as Laurel closed the camera before taking a deep breath to calm herself, her smile never fading, “Thanks for being so obedient. I'm sure that wasn't easy to do, but I want to get you used to people watching you go potty."

“Why?" Jack so simply dared to ask, the drawn-out word coherent enough to understand.

“Tomorrow were going out to the park; I'm may not be working, but I will be cubsitting, so you won't be able to use the backyard, just the bushes, and there are going to be other dogs there that you're going to be able to play with." Laurel answered before setting down the camera as Jack cowered, hoping she was just tugging his tail, but he severely doubted it, “So now that you've gone potty, what do you want for lunch?" Laurel asked, and Jack peeked out from beneath his paws and grumbled as he shrugged.

“Alright, I'll make you a sandwich then." Laurel pet, patting his head, “love you, jake." She finished before walking away to make lunch, before slumping together to watch a few more lectures before Garron came home, with pizza boxes held aloft with one hand. Kicking the door closed, Laurel was quick to help Garron while Jack barked a hello, his gentle demeanor earning him more pets.

“So what's the verdict, did you win?" Laurel asked as she unpacked the boxes, examining the contents before going to the cabinets to grab plates.

While Garron cast off his tie, “Just fucking barely, I needed to prepare my client for the roasting he got. They hit harder than I thought they would, but I'm just going to go upstairs, eat and pass out; I'm exhausted." Garron explained as he picked up a plate and served himself, but before he could leave, Jack blocked him; this is what exactly what Laurel was talking about, what divided them. Jack wasn't going to let that happen again, so he kept his brother from leaving, circling around him as he tried to retreat until the dwarfish stud just gave up, “What the fuck do you want, jake? I'm not in the mood." He snapped back, but Jack held his ground and nodded to the couch, it may not have been the dining table, but they could still eat with each other and have some fun.

Garron exhaled, and his eyes bore down on Jack, and though he seethed, he relented, and sat down. Laurel pulling up right beside him with two plates, one she sat right alongside her feet just for Jack, who was happy to eat his supreme pizza with jalapenos, and her own, a vegan mushroom. The last half of pizza was always plain cheese so anyone could have it later.

Garron took control of the TV remote because if he was going to sit and watch TV, it wasn't going to be some historical lecture; he needed something other than formality and order, so he turned on painful physical humor that made Jack grit his teeth as he glanced up to see some human's shattering their balls in stunts. But when the humor wasn't so crude, they were able to laugh together, and it was a strange feeling, and it was sad to think about how long it had been since he had seen his siblings smile and laugh so brightly.

But the warm mood stiffened when Garron pulled out his phone to see Mom calling; the TV was muted, and the call was accepted, and everyone other than Jack greeted her with, “Hey mom."

“You're both there?" Mom answered with surprise before Garron cut in, “Yes, we were just getting pizza."

“Is Jack there?"

“He's in the bathroom," Laurel answered, leaning in to talk.

“Ah, getting ready for bed?" Mom asked, and Laurel looked at Jack, who was listening intently, “Yeah, for the most part, it's still a bit early before going through the drills." She lied, much to Jack's surprise, Laurel wasn't the kind of person to hide anything from Mom and Dad.

“Right, of course, sorry, the time difference, were a couple hours ahead." Mom laughed at herself, “Either way, I just wanted to say that we're both good; we just set up the Com Tower, which is why I can call you now. Your Dad is butting heads with the construction team, as usual, but we both miss you. We hope to be back by the end of the week, alright?"

“Yeah, we know Mom," Garron answered leaning into the phone.

Though Laurel was quick to jump in before Garron said anything else, “Mom, Sir Oric is giving me permission to have his cubs! I just mated with him today!" Laurel squealed in excitement.

“What! Laurel that's amazing news… Balen!... Get-“ Mom stopped talking as she groaned, “Gods above and below, give me a moment you're father is going to want to hear this." Mom paused leaving the phone out for a moment, “Balen, you big, balled, brute shut the fuck for a second-!" Mom's rage could be felt for miles as everyone heard someone stumble into the phone. What happened in the following seconds could only be described as trauma, as Dad was beaten quite severely, and locked into Mom's familiar arm bar and dragged over to the phone. Mom breathed, trying to hide her panting before continuing where she left off, “I'm back, and I've got your dad here."

“HEEEyyy," Dad cried out in pain as mom twisted his arm tighter, “Give me a break Drana," Dad whispered to mom, before turning his attention back to his kids, “Hey, what's going on? Any idea why mom's so impaled right now?" The painful huff of air that escaped Dad's lips after that bad joke, Jack could feel in his balls, as he was sure Mom just laid him low, kneeing him between the legs. Dad tapped his hand in defeat, the wood table rattling, “Love you too," He breathed catching his breath before slumping to the ground.

“Balen, Laurel is going to have Sir Oric's cubs." Mom finally explained, picking up the phone again, “What… Why---" Dad cut himself short before saying something he might regret, “Why that's amazing Laurel… please don't kill me." Dad congratulated, begging from the side lines under mom's ruthless presence.

“Whose keeping them?" Mom asked as dad grunted beneath her heel.

“Sir Oric said the decision is mine, but he'll protect me while I bear his cubs." Laurel answered and Mom swooned, “I'm going to have gran kids… Laurel honey you better milk that tiger for every ounce of seed, he's the last of his lineage, when he dies so does his blessing. You should go see a healer, or get some potions to start your heat early." Mom pressed and Laurel smiled, “Alright mom, I'll set one up tomorrow."

“Good, I want to hear something before we get back, I don't care if you have to tie that tiger down and mount him all night, just make sure you get pregnant. We're going to be gone so use our room if you want too." Dad offered painfully before Laurel nodded.

“Thank you dad, I'll try to not stain your sheets." Laurel accepted and mom laughed, “I don't care about my bed or my sheets Laurel, stain them, claw them up, just do whatever you have to do to get pregnant." Mom declared and Laurel nodded, “Yes ma'am."

Mom laughed, “I'm going to be a grandmother," seeming lost in her own fantasy until Garron cut in, “Mom, I don't want to ruin the mood but, I want to talk about Jack's problem." Garron started, the drastic change in conversation making Jack wonder where he was going, while mom and dad calmed down quickly, “What about Jake? What's wrong now? Did he get hurt?" Mom questioned fearfully, until Garron cut her short.

“No, Mom he's fine, no broken bones or fighting, I just wanted to tell you he had another accident the other day… and, um, its bad… Laurel scared him, and he peed himself mom. It's getting worse; I think he might be losing control during the day." Garron explained and Mom's reaction was quiet and sullen, “Oh gods, really? it's bad enough he has problems at night, but during the day?" Mom sighed in defeat, and Jack's heart sank; Mom had always had a happy smile around him, she never let it seem that it bothered her, “I don't understand what's wrong with him, he's perfectly healthy, that's what the healers say." Mom vented quietly, her words stabbing Jack.

“Mom… what are we going to do if nothing changes before you get back?" Garron asked, distracting Mom long enough to drag her mind back towards the call, and she sighed, “If nothing changes… well, I guess at this point, we'd just have to stop fighting it, and help him adjust to wearing diapers permanently. I'll talk to your Father." Mom exhaled, seeming to stare off in the distance before coming back to the call, “Please just tell Jack that I love him, and that he'll always be my little boy, no matter what."

“We will, and please, mom, just focus on the mission and come back safely." Garron agreed before looking at Jack, who had already heard everything and sought comfort from Laurel setting his head on her lap.

“Of course," Mom laughed, “But we'll talk about Jack's little problem and figure out what to do next… I love you both, and may the gods be with you wherever you go."

“And with you, Mom," Garron answered, before laurel cut in, “And Dad," Mom chuckled at the abrupt addition before hanging up the phone, and when she finished, Garron looked at Jack, “So it looks like you're finally going to get your wish, you're going to be a little diaper bitch for the rest of your life." Garron exhaled, and Jack couldn't even say anything as the words ruined him, and he nodded.

Laurel pet Jack's head, “I think it's time for bed."

“Right, I'll clean up down here." Garron sighed, picking up all the plates while Laurel took Jack upstairs to get ready for bed, or rather mainly to pee; all the tea and soda she had been drinking had finally run through her, and she needed to drain herself. Jack half-heartedly opened his muzzle and suckled on his sister's piss, allowing her to use him as a living urinal, before being padded up with a diaper and being dragged onto her bed and spooned.

“Jake, I can feel how much it hurts what mom said about you, and I'm sorry. I'm sure you wanted to change; it just sucks that it's already too late, isn't it?" Laurel assured, rubbing Jack's stomach as she dragged the blankets over themselves.

“Yeah… it probably is," He wearily grumbled before feeling Laurel lean down and kiss his head, “Don't worry, I'll always be here for you; you're still my little brother after all." She adjusted, pulling a pillow beneath her head and closing her eyes as she kept Jack close as if he were a plushy.