Why Do We Keep Letting These Pigs Get Off Scott-free? They Think They Can Come In, Play With Our Hearts

Why do we keep letting these pigs get off scott-free? They think they can come in, play with our hearts and our heads, then cut and run and do the same to some other poor girl! Hell, sometimes they’re doing it to multiple women at the same time!

Well, I say “no more”! No longer will we let these immature men run around and take advantage of women! It’s time we take a stand! Starting with little Benjamin here.

Benny tried to slip a little something in my drink at the club last week and thought I wouldn’t notice. Little did he know, I’d already been watching him, planning a little bit of payback after what he did to my friend Lauren. She cried for weeks over this guy.

So when Benny wasn’t looking, I did the ‘ole switcheroo, he was out like a light 2 hours later.

Ohh you should have seen Benny’s face when he woke up for the first time! His hands and feet were chained to his new crib, and he kicked his little legs when he saw (or felt) what he had on. Every flail of his body only made his fresh new diaper crinkle louder and louder. He whined and cried and screamed as much as his gag would allow. But Benny had no idea that was just the beginning.

He thought, he really thought he wasn’t going to have to use his diaper, that it was just there for funsies. The way he moaned and groaned as he clenched and tucked his legs, trying anything he could to quell the painful throbbing coming from his very full bladder. I told him to save himself the torment, that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable, but still he resisted. To his credit, he made it a whole ‘nother thirty minutes before he sighed in relief and flooded his diaper for the very first time. His whimpers and whines after were pathetically adorable.

He drank the bottle out of desperation. He was obviously starving, and I made it clear he would not get out of his (now *very* wet) diaper until he finished the whole thing. I wonder if he could taste the laxatives and hormones mixed within? No matter, he certainly seemed to notice the effects about an hour later when he started fussing and complaining about the cramps.

“Just get over it,” I spat back at him, something I’ve heard way too many men say when they learn a woman is on her period, “just don’t be such a bitch!”

When I tell you: the man cried. Like, full-on bawled like a baybee when he couldn’t hold it anymore and started shitting all over himself in that diaper. He continued to cry for the next 3 hours when I refused to change him. I made him sit and wallow in his own filth while he thought about his life choices.

Reluctantly, his diaper was eventually changed, but so was his outfit. His eyes were wide as saucers when i held up the pink onesie and frilly skirt, but they closed soon after once the drugs kicked in. He woke up halfway through me doing his make-up, and seemed less than thrilled when the wig was put on.

Now, one week later, he’s mostly silent in his crib. I’m not sure if it’s the cocktail of hormones in his system messing with his brain, or he has finally accepted that this isn’t all a dream, that this isn’t going to stop, and this is his new life now. Any attempts to run will just lead to the thousands of pictures I have of him ending up all across the internet. The livestreams of him pooping his pampers notwithstanding. He’s quite docile now. He knows to keep that pacifier in his mouth otherwise it will delay his diaper change by several hours. It only took him a few rashes to learn to comply.

Lauren is now on her way over to get a look at the so-called “Man” that broke her heart. I highly doubt she’ll feel any sort of anguish now. Knowing her, she’ll have even more fun with him than I have.

So this is a call to all women, it is high time we put these deadbeat little fuck bois in their place. Take back what is ours. Let’s fight the patriarchy and turn it into a true Matriarchy, one pathetic little pervert at a time!

This fat dad and son duo deserve to get turned even fatter and slobbier, so much so that they lose sight of their dicks

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Mark and his son Keith had always been close, they both acted alike, had similar interests in Hawaiian shirts, and had a fondness for food. Keith was his father's son and idolized him, and everyone who met them always saw remarked on how close they were. Although recently their relationship had begun to become strained. Keith was going to be going to college in a few weeks, and Mark couldn't bare the thought of his son leaving. His boy had never been out on his own. Despite this, Keith seemed to insist he be allowed to. Mark didn't like it, but could never refuse his son. So he planned a little trip for them to celebrate. "Disney World?!" Keith's face lit up as Mark nodded enthusiastically, "Yep, just you and me little buddy." Keith pulled his father into a hug, "Thanks Dad! You're the best father in the world." He obviously couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Neither of them could, and soon they had packed their bags and gone on a trip to the Magic Kingdom together. Mark felt a bit sad, that this might be the last time they'd spend together until Keith went off to college, but if his son was happy, then he was too. After they arrived and checked into their resort together, they proceeded to go on as many rides as they could, just like old times. They checked out all the restaurants. They were both feeling great. Mark only wanted his son to feel happy. Keith, meanwhile, wanted to stay forever with his dad, though they could only stay for three days. After they went back to their room though, they had no idea what was about to happen to them. The next morning they both woke up starving, their guts gurgling. "Sounds like you're hungry today." Mark joked, before his own stomach rumbled, "Hehe, so do you." Keith chuckled. "How about we check out the buffet today?" He said, as he and his son made their way to the resort's cafeteria. There was all kinds of food, Mark and Keith couldn't help but drool as they looked at it. Soon their plates were piled high, and the two were chowing down, their stomachs swelling up. "Unf, dad this food tastes so good!" Keith said with his mouth full, as his dad nodded in agreement. Both of their shirts had begun to get tight on their already chubby bodies. Once their meal was finished, they rubbed their stomachs, groaning in relief. They didn't know they could be that hungry or eat so much. They looks slightly fatter too. Afterwards they had decided to go to the Adventureland part of the park today, as they always used to. Though after the Enchanted Tiki Room, Mark noticed Keith seemed bored, "You ok son?" He asked, as Keith sighed, "Yeah, just wanted to do something else today." Mark was concerned, but tried to be supportive, "Well, you know you're an adult now, you don't have to follow me around if you don't want." Keith seemed shocked that his dad would let him, and a bit reluctant, "You sure dad?". His father nodded, "Go on son, have fun." He chuckled, trying to cover up how sad he was as his son slowly, and hesitantly walked away and the two parted, with Mark sighing and going off on his own himself. As Mark waddled down the streets of Adventureland, missing his son, he began to feel strange, heavier somehow. Well they had been eating a lot it seemed. But this was different. It was like he was swelling, ballooning up with gas. He grunted, a fart rippling between his cheeks as he took a sip of his tiki drink, belching soon after. Embarrassing as it should've been, he thought it felt oddly liberating, even natural. He took a few more sips, his stomach bulging a bit more as he belched. His shirt was straining under the new mass, and with one more slip, it suddenly popped. "Whoops! URRRP!!" He belched in surprise, chuckling a bit. Was he drunk? He wasn't sure, but it felt strangely good. He belched again, scratching his big jiggly belly as he continued on.

Meanwhile, nearing the border between Adventureland and Main Street U.S.A., was Keith, who seemed to be feeling heavy with guilt, and food. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so fat, but his biggest focus was on his dad. He felt bad about wanting to leave him behind, not wanting him to be sad. He only wanted to make him smile. But he also felt obligated to leave, being an adult now. His wished he could be a child again and spend more time with his dad. As his gut seemed to grow, he began to feel hot, having to take off his rapidly shrinking Hawaiian shirt. He blasted a loud fart and fanned the air in disgust. Somehow he was feeling hungry. Fortunately he saw a nearby vendor and licked his lips, eager to fill his newly expanding gut.

He wasn't aware his father had already shed his shirt, having gotten too fat and sweaty. He was belching and farting constantly as he waddled around, unsure of where he was going. He was completely drunk now it seemed, giggling with each burp and fart. He thought he recognized the area. It was near Pirates of the Caribbean wasn't it? He belched again and chuckled, thinking he could maybe ride it himself. As he got on the ride, his loud gas drowned out most of the sounds and narration, but there was something peaceful about being in the water like this. But soon the boat suddenly stopped, and a big, burly hand helped him out. "Yarr, ye got the body and stench of a real pirate sir! Howsabout you join our crew here?" He heard him say. Mark chuckled, belching again, "Sounds good to me! BURRRP!! FRRRRRTT!!!"

Back in Main Street U.S.A., Keith was stuffing his face, getting himself fatter and fatter. It seemed they were lining up to feed him in fact. "This food is-umf- SO GOOD! BWORRRP!! What's all this for?" The vendor in front of him chuckled, "Well there's a parade about to start, so we had to be here in advance to feed people, but you've probably diminished most of our stock." Keith was embarrassed a bit, especially as he heard a loud RIP, feeling the seat of his pants give out under his weight, making the other men chuckle at him. "URRRP! Uh, sorry fellas." Keith apologized, "No worries. Although, there is a way you can make it up to us, especially since you're so good at making us laugh." Keith was curious, and the vendor led him to a make-up and costuming tent. Soon he found himself being stripped, revealing just how massive and blubbery he now was. "Jeez, you're massive. The only thing that'll fit you is the clown costumes." One of the costumers laughed, pulling a humiliating jester outfit off the rack, and forcing it on Keith. Finally, Keith's clown make-up was done. "You look great tubby, now get out there and entertain them!" Keith was embarrassed at first, but soon found himself enjoying the attention, making people laugh, bouncing around, his whole body jiggling in the form-fitting suit.

After several hours, Keith and Mark reunited back at their room, shocked by how massive they both now were, as well as their mutual news of both having gotten jobs at the park. Now they'd never have to leave, and could stay as long as they wanted together. They were both overjoyed.

Keith was now a big, fat clown, loving embarrassing himself and making other people laugh. He'd bounce, fart, burp, and roll down the streets during parades, blowing balloons with his farts, pieing himself in the face, all to the amusement of others. He was nearly 300 lbs heavier than when he first came to the park, and far to fat to leave even if he wanted. Besides, they fed both him and his father for free.

Meanwhile for Mark, he'd become a drunken oaf, not really fit for being around kids, but at his size and lack of hygiene, they had him working at Pirates Of The Caribbean as a performer too. A big, fat, dirty pirate, prone to belching, flatulence, and drinking grog constantly. He'd stopped bathing, largely because he was too fat to fit into the show anymore. Gross as his new life was, he wouldn't trade it for anything. Now he was being paid and fed for just lounging around being a fat slob.

At the end if the day, both father and son would return to their room, where they continued stuffing their faces, getting fatter, ripping ass constantly, cuddling and sometimes grinding against each other. At the sizes they were, they couldn't even see their dicks anymore, they were completely covered in fat, not that that bothered them. They were just happy to be together now, doing what they loved, and being fat, disgusting slobs.

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Mommy's Little Failure

This track was one of the first ideas I generated and I swear I struck gold. It just goes so hard, literally still stuck in my head. Mainly a Sissy ABDL humiliation track. Hope you enjoy!

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ GayinBearston 6/8/2024

Have you ever been recommended an app by a friend and downloaded it without knowing exactly what it was supposed to have done?

Guilty as charged, but before you scroll past this comment, I’d like to say that I finally used the app as of today and was extremely surprised by the results. I was headed to the pride parade downtown late and was looking for something to do while waiting for the bus. Transit tends to slow down around here when there’s a big public occurrence happening, since the buses were running slow, my wandering eyes kept turning to the tantalizing little morsel that I was sharing the bus stop with: blue fur, pierced ear, skimpy shorts and cut-off tank top, and that’s not even mentioning the big collar he had around his neck. That’s how you know a guy’s into some kinky shit, even if everyone does a little extra for their get-up when going to pride. He wasn’t one of those hipster guys either. You could just tell that he came by his weird, counter-culture aesthetic totally naturally. The dude didn’t even have shoes on, showing off his big white-furred dogs for everyone to see.

All that to say, I needed something to look at to keep myself from staring at this delicious canine twink, but I’ve sort of been off of social media lately, because the world is sort of shit. I didn’t really want to check the news for the same reason. I’ll admit, I was a tad frantic as I was scrolling through the apps on my phone, so I sort of opened this one out of desperation. I did the usual logging in and creating an account. I couldn’t recall who recommended the app, so I just hoped that my info wasn’t going anywhere seedy. To the app’s credit, I haven’t received any odd messages or emails since signing up this morning, so that’s got to count for something.

If I was to be critical though, the opening of the app is rather confusing. The first thing you get after the log-in screen is an overwhelming slew of contacts that show up that was a bit overwhelming to parse out at first, especially since I didn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing with any of these names on a list anyway. I scrolled through a bunch, vertically wheeling through names beside a small profile picture, just to look busy. I came to the supposition that I was dealing with some sort of gay dating or hook-up app, likely the latter than the former due to the quick-and-easy approach the mass listing seemed to imply, and I did assume this was a gay app, as all of the listed persons seemed to look masculine in their icons.

In fact, I was surprised how all of the names had a profile picture. I mean, we’ve all been on those wham-bam gay apps where half of the profiles don’t even bother to show the user’s face. Every single name was beside a person’s face, however, even if a lot of them weren’t the best quality pictures. It was actually quite funny, considering how exacting most gay guys can be about their photos, that this app seemed to have a slew of shots taken of their subjects without smiles, from awkward lower angles, looking as if they had no idea their picture was being taken. The names were often a bit humorous too, as it seemed that no one used fictitious usernames, but unlike most sites without pseudonyms that often require a first and last name, everyone on this app seemed to prefer to use their first name, with the occasional nickname tossed in. It was humorous scrolling through a list of resting bitch faces or blurry angled portraits with names like “Chuck,” “Dennis,” or the occasional queer moniker like “Brookline” to break up the monotony. It was like getting a series of introductions from people in passing, not from someone that wants to meet you, almost like getting set up with another person through a stranger.

Out of curiosity, I sorted the list by radius. Again I have to give accolades, since this app is equipped with the ability to find the associated first names and cavalier pictures, pin-pointing their locations, and I was surprised to find a familiar face at the very top of the list. Looking back and forth from my phone to the blue canine seated in the bus shelter across from me, I was excited to learn that my mystery twink was on the app, as if placed there by fate. His head shot seemed to be taken when he was a few shots in at a bar somewhere, eyes already glazed over from the good time, but it was obviously him. I was double checking, opening the profile to see the photo better and be sure, but when I looked up from my phone, his eyes were already on me.

I was a bit startled, blushing a tad, but the wolf wasn’t at all awkward about the scenario. Actually, I found that he was quite the cute and extroverted personality, which only served to fan my burning attraction for him ever higher. He asked if I was headed to the pride parade, and I learned that he was too. We were both late, but we both agreed that the best of pride happened after the party really started happening in the clubs and bars. He actually asked if I wanted to join him, which I eagerly accepted, and that is how I learned his name was “Mana,” same as in the app.

Curiosity drove me further, and I asked if he was online much, hoping to pry up information about the app without directly exposing how little I knew about it. If he knew about it though, it certainly wasn’t what he was eager to talk about. He brought up his own social media accounts, from the sites I was happily taking a break from, and shared what he got up to on there. I correctly assessed he was a kinky little minx, as he confirmed as such while telling me all he posted about, and while I was sorely tempted to sign back up to the old sites to see his mincing behind in action, I glanced once more down to the profile I had opened. I was impressed by the accuracy of the information present.

Mana? Check. He/him? Presumably. Gay? Most definitely! The description bio even begged his personality fairly well in the bulleted list of “short,” “bubbly,” and “paws.” I found the last descriptor funny yet appropriate, given the way he swung those big puppies around, constantly squirming into new cross-legged positions on top of the bench while gabbing on about his latest posts. Most anyone was bound to notice his pointed lack of shoes, the soft and pink underside of his sizable soles, and the way he unconsciously showed them off. I was even treated to a photo of his rosy beans in the bio, an added picture as if to punctuate the bulleted point. Looking at the clear shot, I bit my lip in desperate arousal despite myself, trying to appear interested in the wolf’s story.

The one feature of the app that remained a mystery to me was the massive button now at the bottom of my screen, labeled “zonk!” I admit to feeling a bit embarrassed, reading “zonk? And not knowing what was intended at all, and hearing Mana talk about all his online savvy interactions, I was just a bit worried that he might see me as a little out of my depth. I reasoned that, perhaps, “zonk” was this app's way of posting or notifying someone else of my interest in them, and taking a bit of risk in that notion, I pressed the button. At the worst, I’d be confirming that we were on the same page, the wolf and I, and that he’d know I was attracted to him. It seemed an important confirmation, given how sociable he was, and perhaps my interest in him was interpreted as friendly instead of a bit more so.

I expected the wolf to get a notification, pause in his breathless excitement about posting, look up at me, and perhaps give some sort of cheeky or flirty remark that’d give me the go ahead. At the very least, I’d hoped he would look up from his phone. What I hadn’t predicted, however, was for the wolf to pause in conversation mid-word, quickly flashing from bemused conversation to confusion and then a blissful smile that split his muzzle all in about the span of a second. His eyes became dazed, like in his profile picture, except when I looked at them closely, I saw strange shimmering colorations of pink and yellow swirling over his whites. His phone was robotically deposited by his side on the bench, left entirely unattended as he sprung to his feet. Hands at his side, feet firmly beneath him, ears perked, and tail rigidly stuck out behind him, Mana looked more like a coat rack than a wolf for how stiffly he stood.

The effect was uncanny, like if my conversation partner had just turned into one of those golden street performers out of nowhere. I asked him what was wrong but received no response. Mana simply continued to stare off into nothing, which made me just a tad fearful that he was having a bit of an episode. Otherwise I might not have tried to reach out and shake him a bit by the shoulders, and yet I still received no sort of answer. Worried, I looked to the phone in my hand, about to call for some help, when I saw that the screen for this app had changed.

Now decorated with a pink and yellow background, a giant spiral took up the upper half of the screen, titled with the words “Total Control.” Looking from the color scheme to the eyes of the wolf before me, matching the rosy and egg yolk shades from one to the other just as I had with the profile picture before, I began to realize that I had somehow affected the blue canine. Granted, it wasn’t exactly a smooth transition from wanting to call an ambulance to further exploring the app. I don’t want it to sound like I’m heartless or anything. I snapped my fingers in front of his face a few times, waved a hand before his eyes, and even called his name while scrolling, but he only continued to smile that same dopey smile.

All the while, I was finding some really interesting stuff in this app. By and large, everything was sorted between two sections, reality and memory. Not understanding this categorization at first, I arbitrarily picked reality. Inside were countless options, but if I were to offer another slight critique, I once again found myself overwhelmed and entirely uncertain how I was meant to interact with the list before me. On it were things about clothing, muscle, brains, and even dicks. There were sliders, toggles, switches, or even places to simply insert whichever own numbers I wished, whatever that’d do. Just wanting to experiment, I gave “muscle” a cursory tap, perused the baffling options available, and slid a slider.

A prompt appeared:

Set to “small” Y/N?

With a shrug, I selected “Y.”

Immediately, Mana’s stiffly stood body began to change. It was apparent that the blue wolf went to the gym, as despite his slender form, his arms and legs had the tight musculature of a man that keeps himself in shape with diligent exercise. His short tank tap teased a slight set of abs, and just the briefest suggestion of pectoral muscles made themselves apparent through the tight shirt. From the moment I pressed that “Y,” though, those slight yet noticeable developments began to shrink away as if never there. In their place, the wolf was left with svelte, noodle-like appendages. His torso was shapeless, smooth, and moldable. All at once, I recognized the beaming wolf as a blank canvas, myself as the painter.

Sure, I was a bit worried for what was happening to this Mana guy, but surely he had to do something to get on this app, like download it himself or something. At least, that was the reasoning I used while hurriedly scrolling through the rest of the options. If I’m being entirely honest with myself, I suppose that I just found the idea of toying with this hot twink irresistibly hot. After all, I had only just met the dude. It wasn't like I was betraying any great trust, and surely I could just turn him back to normal later, right?

With that thinking guiding me, I burst into the “memory” category without shame. The options in this section were just as numerous as they were in the other section, except while the other seemed to all be quantified by their association with some physical change, these viable alterations were all a tad bit more existential. “Relationships,” “language,” and “ethics” were all selections up for grabs, for instance, presumably with the idea that I could alter any of the wiring in Mana’s noggin’ with just the simplest flick of a user-interface switch.

Drawn in by a tab labeled “background,” I clicked on it and scrolled for a ways, surprised by all that was offered. I could make the twink believe he’d always been a dime-a-dozen garbage collector. The memories of a naughty college professor could also be siphoned right into his brain. The options weren’t even limited by my imagination, it seemed, with only the underlying theme of titillation as a guide for the selection available. There were a number of options that I had never even thought of as hot before, until I considered inflicting them on the helpless wolf before them. The sexual power rush was fantastic!

Eventually, I simply settled on the simple option of stripper, however. I think I was just a bit too embarrassed to select anything else off of the bat, but I was very much excited by the notion of seeing more of the cute little wolf’s body. When I pressed the button on the touch screen, I was given the same prompt as before, and after selecting the “Y.” I was already practically drooling as I looked up from the screen, hoping to see the blue canine already shaking his nude behind, yet Mana remained ramrod still, smiling in passive ignorance of what I was trying to do to him.

Disappointed, I looked back down to the screen to find that another prompt had flashed onto the screen:

Test mode?

Holding my breath in excitement, heart hammering in my chest, I selected “Y” once more. At once, Mana shook as if he was affected by an electric shock, a spasmodic wriggle starting at his feet and working its way all the way up to that smiling head before leaving him in the same rigid state as before. His grin stretched even more stiffly across his face than before, eyes even more wide open. Then, he began to relax. His stance took on a sauntering lean, favoring one leg as he sensually laid a paw on his hip. The big goofy expression from before became a half-lidded, his smile now a suggestive simper.

Then came the talk. Oh boy, let me tell you, the cute and friendly wolf I’d met at the bus stop was entirely different. Now, I was face to face with an experienced tantalizer. He asked me all the right things, like if I was excited to see him and if I thought he could handle a “big boy” like me. He told me that I was the sexiest guy he’d ever seen around, that he’d love to see me in a back room some time. His voice was a hot and heavy purr that reached my ear like a sticky warm front, and that might give you an idea of how my pants were holding up while I sat on the bench across from him.

When the actual show began, my enjoyment was already plainly apparent. I gasped as those big white-furred hands of his plucked at the strap of his tank top, easily tugging it up over his head and from his torso to expose all his sumptuous white chest fur. The musculature that’d been hinted at before, from the way the shirt had clung to his body, was gone in place of a soft and sensual form, almost feminine in nature. Then, after chiding the way my hungry eyes devoured his exposed form, Mana’s furry white digits dug into the waistband of his pants. I audibly groaned in excitement as the wolf slowly, ever so slowly, peeled away the tight shorts.

From the way they clung to the wolf’s form, I wasn’t expecting any surprises, if you catch my drift, which is why I was all the more surprised when the pants were removed from the canine’s groin. Lurching suddenly into view, as if by spring action, was an enormous knotted schlong. Mana, knowing he’d impressed his audience with the slow unveil, smiled while I took in the massive cock that was now pointing directly at me, the only item still remaining in ramrod stiff trance on his personage. I suppose for a boy with feet bigger than his head, I shouldn’t have been surprised, yet all the same, I was overwhelmed by the concept of having such a morsel under my control. The raw sexuality of this boy was already extraordinary. Having him in the palm of my hand, well so to speak, felt like I was having the most erotic dream of my life at that moment.

Perpetuating his coy and dainty persona, now imprinted into his mind with a lifetime’s experience of being a sight for men’s enjoyment, he asked me if there was something I liked seeing as he kicked the shorts around his sizable feet aside. Regaining my domineering cool, I gave a sneering smile and a confident nod. Mana seemed to take that as a challenge, however, and as I took in his visage, wearing nothing but that silly collar around his neck with a bone-tag clinking from the front, he approached with a sensual swagger of his feminine hips. Before I knew what was happening, his enormous cock was pressed against my gut, his butt was in my lap, and with a pretty apparent sign of where my own member was within my pants, the wolf began to moan and grind his behind against my crotch.

Boys, I was in absolute heaven. I’ll admit, it was a good several minutes before I even bothered to look at the darned app again. The wolf’s technique was a testament to the quality of the smutty training that’d been zapped into his noggin, and my little soldier sang from the experienced attention it was receiving. It was only when I leaned forward to partake of the blue canine’s panting muzzle that I was denied, with Mana coyly shooing me away in a playfully naughty tone. For all the memory of pleasuring men that’d been put into his head, he was still playing out a role, and there were limits that most every good stripper followed. I wasn’t allowed to kiss, to touch, or to grope, despite my trying. Each attempt was met with the same measured, good-natured denial, yet while I couldn’t stay too frustrated with the wolf’s imposed boundaries as I curiously explored them, my thoughts wandered to the app that artificially imposed them with the role I’d selected.

Returning my attention to the screen still in my hand, a dubious notion formulating in my mind, I asked if I'd be allowed to touch if I punished Mana for not letting me have what I wanted. The domineering flirtation was taken with a demure fluttering of the eyes and a poignant grind at my lap, and the wolf breathlessly queried what a big boy like me might do to punish a sexy little thing like him. Entering the panel for memories once more, I offered that I could make the canine make a total fool of himself, heap hilarious humiliations on top of his head. Mana coyly chuckled, asking how I’d do that to a helpless boy like him, playing into the bit. Unfortunately for him, the playful threat was entirely earnest. I’d perused the menu once more and was intrigued by the choice of “streaking.” Before even bothering to give the fresh stripper a response, I tapped the button, then “Y,” then “Y” once more for a second test mode.

Another electric shock struck Mana from the bottom up, wide eyes and wide smile appearing and disappearing before an expression of wild desperation coated the face of the wolf on my lap. The calm and subtle movements had melted from his physical vocabulary. His chest heaved excitedly, as if he were in the midst of a cardiac event, and I could almost hear his heart thumping from where he sat on top of me. His eyes remained wide, crazed, just as his smile did, despite the grin taking on a nervous twist. The smell of an anxious sweat reached my nose with a musky pungence.

In the half second we each stared at each other, I waited to see if there was any difference, and just as I was about to say something to see if the wolf was alright, Mana shouted loudly while thrusting his impressive manhood in my face. At first I didn’t understand what he’d said, as he’d yelled it so quickly, but I smiled to notice the bright red blush that’d overtaken his face. With a cool smile on my face, I asked what the canine had said, and he repeated himself at the same volume and the same lewd thrust, his member now a mere inch from my face. He was asking if I saw his big dick.

Laughing, I answered that I did see his dick and commented that it was very close to my face. Mana moaned orgasmically at the reply, shaking his hips so as to flop his sizable erection up and down and occasionally slapping it across my chest. With a great big perverted smile, he apologized for being such a dirty boy that loved showing off his huge nasty “wanger,” to which I calmly replied it was fine, that I was used to seeing weirdos on the street like him sometimes. My especially mild and frank response seemed to incite further elation within the wolf as he began to fully helicopter his knotted member, pinwheeling it in front of my face like a manic ferris wheel before lunging off of my lap and onto the sidewalk between the bust stop benches, landing in a hilarious wide-legged pose.

Howling and hooting in joy, the pathetically ecstatic grin never leaving his face, the wolf proceeded to shout about how he enjoyed showing off his massive dirty knot. It was quite the performance, watching him walk side to side like a crab, waggle his dick about like a monkey that’d found a new toy, and mindlessly hump the air in cross-eyed ecstasy. It was just a shame that no one really seemed to be around to see the show besides myself. It seemed everyone in this particular neighborhood was already downtown for the parade and festival, leaving Mana to conduct quite the one-on-one exposure show.

And as much as I liked the perverted pleasure Mana seemed to take in showing me his massive hog, it struck me how out of place such a masculine member was on his freshly feminized body. Sure, it was hot to see him swing it around, as if driven by the outsized organ’s ability for pleasure versus his own petite form and refined impulses, but that devilish itch for exploration struck me once more. I looked down to my app once more, amused at how this seemed to only cause the wolf to shout louder and become even more rambunctious in his self-humiliations to win back my attention, and navigated to the “reality” section again. Within it, I recalled the location of an option dick size. With a wicked grin, I slid the presented scale to its lowest setting and was about to press the “Y.”

That’s when I heard a screeching sound that rose above the repeated, pleading chant from Mana for me to look at his “naughty pee pee.” Looking up from my phone, I saw that the bus had finally arrived. Between my phone and the wolf’s boisterous attention-seeking, I hadn’t heard it pull up, but now I saw that the transport was packed with rainbow decorated hunks and scantily clad twinks, a whole slew of furry faces that were now gawking out the windows and at the blue canine making an absolute ass of himself. Meanwhile, Mana himself seemed to pause mid-helicopter at the notice from his new audience, his dimming blush growing exponentially brighter.

Everyone seemed to stare at one another, the bus held to a full halt beside the shelter Mana and I attended despite the door not even opening yet. Perhaps the driver was locked in the same gob-smacked ogling as the rest of us were. Frozen in the same tense moment as everyone else, I think my phone simply slipped to tap the “Y” button against my finger. I couldn't say for certain, though I can’t say as I was displeased with the results, as before everyone’s eyes, and most everyone had their eyes in the same place, Mana’s enormous cock began an immediate change. Like a marshmallow in a vacuum, the massive member suddenly retreaded into its base, knot and all. It was as if I was watching a magic trick, which is what I imagine the effect was for everyone else on the bus too. Now you see it. Now you don’t. One moment a huge schlong was throbbing lewdly from the wolf. The next, there was a petite nub that looked more like a jacket button on his crotch.

Mana gaped down at his groin, his blush growing even brighter if that was even possible. It must have been quite the mental blow, watching your impressive endowment, a notable bragging point, shrink away before your very eyes. The audience aboard the bus seemed to love it though, as if they’d just watched some lewd sort of performance art. Some cheered. More than a few wolf-whistled or cat-called from the opened windows. A majority simply laughed though, myself included.

I don’t know what caused the bus door to open at that time, especially since the widening doors revealed a driver that looked just as surprised as I was at the development, but it seemed to be exactly the nudge Mana needed. His flagging smile of embarrassment rose once more to full mast, though it was hard to say if the same could be said for his member given the size, and he bounded towards the steps of the bus. He loudly proclaimed that he was a naughty little boy that needed a ride, all while calling out in the most infantilizing lisp. The bus roared with laughter at the conceit, and the flustered driver failed to close the door before Mana’s massive feet were past it. Stammering out a meager reply, I could just barely make out something about the wolf needing a shirt and shoes to ride. Mana moaned shamefully at the rejection, causing another uproar of jeering and lewd laughter, saying that he was just a little-dicked nudie boy, even attesting to having the fair if the driver would let him on.

Before the driver could protest, the wolf was already foolishly attempting to slot his coin-sized dicklet into the meter at the front of the bus. Everyone howled with laughter at this pathetic display. One jeering stud offered that Mana wouldn’t have enough change with that little quarter. Another twink quipped that he was at least a dollar short. Even the driver couldn’t help but smile at the obscene self-deprecation that the blue canine was committing to before him. Eventually swayed by the cuckolding comments that a pathetic little boy like him would never have enough for the fare, however, Mana withdrew his little stub from the console, now smeared with his pathetic juices, and exited the bus with a whimper. Both him and I watched as the bus drove off, the whole of its passengers waving taunting goodbyes and sneering flirtations as they went down the road.

Panting and puffing in excitement, I was amazed to hear the wolf continue to murmur deprecations to himself, about what a naughty little boy he was and how silly he was for not even being able to count to the right fare. His whole angle of self-humiliation seemed to shift to a belittling state of fantastical regression, treating himself as a young and helpless boy in the body of a man. Thinking on this, however, I reasoned that, as hot as that notion was, the twink before me hardly had the body of a man any longer, and perhaps he was right to think of himself as an immature boy to some degree. The element of humiliation was simply factual, for how smooth and nubile his body was, for how prepubescent and small his little dicklet remained even when erect. To make the element of humiliation even more complete, he’d need to belittle himself even further, and thinking on the soft form he’d taken without muscles, the mincing way he’d sashayed as a stripper, and the notably lack of manhood he now puffed and panted over, I began to have a conception of what direction I might take.

Driven by that same mischievous curiosity as before, I delved deep into the app to see what I could find. In reality, I was pleased to see that there was an option for fur color. With a tap of the screen, the wolf’s hue began to change. The rosy blush on his face seemed to spread all over his body, fur turning purple, before giving over completely to a bright and blossoming powder pink shade. Mana seemed intrigued by this transformation, but I didn’t wait for him to respond in full, as he glanced over his new bubblegum-tinted coat. I’d found options in “clothing” that I simply had to try.

Before Mana could say a word, a fat violet pacifier found its way into his muzzle. Blushing ever further and looking down cross-eyed at the new addition, he barely had time to keep up as a thick set of pastel mittens and booties wrapped themselves around his hands and feet respectively, cinched tight so as to discourage his removing them. Still wriggling his digits from within, an enormous baby bonnet of the same shade engulfed his head, giving the infantilized streaker the humiliating visage of a little lost sissy, trying to catch the bus home with her dicklet in the wind.

Mana’s shocked and bashful expression as he took his new outfit was enough to send me into a fit of laughter, which of course returned his attention to me. He obviously enjoyed the notice I was giving him, as his pathetic little pink pecker dribbled a pitiful dollop of precum when he laid eyes on me. I think he tried to re-engage his self-deprecating ramble in an attempt to humiliate himself further, but it all came out as baby babble anyway when shouted from around the sizable rubber nipple. His embarrassed, shame-ridden grin was impossible to misread however, and his lapse in adult speech gave me the most fun idea.

While I cooed at the wolf, taunting him for being such a cute baby girl while hoping I could be heard over his sorry moans, I relocated an option I’d passed up earlier within the clothing option. At once, a crinkling sound was heard, and when I looked up from my phone, the pink sissy wolf before me was no longer showing off her little pathetic dicklet. Instead, a thick bulk of padding stretched between the canine’s legs, a pretty pink diaper hiding any petite trace masculinity Mana had left to tout. The wolf moaned and yowled helplessly from behind his pacifier at this development, pathetically rubbing the front of his diaper with both mittened hands in a likely fruitless attempt to stimulate himself from under all that thickness. I doubt that he would have felt anything from under all that padding, least of all his little nub, but I encouraged him for being such a good and shameless little sissy. It was praise Mana took in stride, rubbing his new padding as so fiercely as to cause the entire bulk to shake, shimmy, and crinkle.

Despite the utter humiliation he put himself through, the look of desperation in the wolf’s eyes struck me. It occurred to me that despite how simply and vulgarly Mana sought after his pleasure, it was still a conscious action that he was choosing to take. Unlike how an unthinking infant might seek stimulation, this man had the understanding of his anatomy to know that his little dicklet was throbbing underneath all that infantile mass, and that the diapers themselves were a hindrance to his joy. He knew that he was humiliating himself by trying to usurp these arbitrary obstacles that were being used to belittle him for pleasure, but I wondered what it might be like to have a subject that couldn’t make such a distinction, that was just as infantile minded as the wolf before me was adorned.

Looking once more into the app, the reality section, I found it, just the option I had in mind. Just as there’d been a choice to set his muscle and dick to “small,” here too was a toggle for switching his brain to the same size. Looking from the buffoon blathering and drooling behind his pacifier to the interface on my phone, tempting me to worsen the wolf’s affliction, it seemed a severe option. Previously I’d reduced his muscles, but those could grow back. I’d given him experience as a stripper, but that was just work, maybe even only a side-gig in his mind. Sure I’d given him a compulsion for public nudity, but everyone is a bit kinky. He could have all that baby stuff taken off of him as easily as I’d put it on, the pink fur could be fixed with a good dye job, and really, I think the dick thing could be laughed off if he was the pillow princess I’d originally assumed he was.

But the idea of reducing a man’s brain, I didn’t know how that would affect him in the long run, which is perhaps another small critique I’d offer for the app. Like, does anyone know what would happen if I shrunk a dude’s brain and then brought it back up to size? Would he regain everything he lost? Is that a reliable feature?

I wouldn’t know. By the time I selected that option, groping my pants as I did, I was given another prompt to select what was to be left bouncing around in the wolf’s empty brain. I searched out and selected a few keywords from a list: diapers, dumb, padded, pink, and sissy. Then just as soon as I hit the button, my screen froze. A few interstitial pop-ups had flashed up on the screen the moment the app gave out on me, and none of them exactly reassured me. “Error,” “this is permanent,” and a number of pink spirals all showed up in duplicate.

Looking up from my phone, I saw once more that Mana had gone rigid. He’d been excitedly shaking his pink diaper in my direction, showing off his humiliation while using the corner of the bus shelter as an impromptu stripper pole. I almost regretted missing the show, as now he looked back at me with a familiar frozen smile and wide-eyed stare full of spirals. I attempted communication, calling his name a few times, but he gave no response. All the while, his body seemed to tense up further as his diapers began to change. A pattern of rosy spirals began to fade into view all over the pink plastic, and the wolf began to grunt and moan from around his pacifier, despite holding impossibly still. The spirals appeared more and more solid, the longer I waited and the louder Mana grunted. I almost debated getting help again, though I didn’t know how’d exactly help in a scenario like this, but just when Mana’s grunted was growing to its apex volume, the wolf managed to shout the strangest words from around his pacifier:

“Make big poopies, Daddy!”

Then all at once, a loud burst of flatulence echoed from the presented pink bottom. A wet squelching sound was audible. The rounded bottom of pink plastic bulged in a single unseemly lump at the back, protruding from the rest of the inoffensive curvature. A rank smell filled the shelter. The app on my phone unfroze, and a single notification was left in the middle of the screen: brain emptied and reformatted, size reduced.

Mana, apparently, had just shat out his brains.

Once finished, Mana carried on more or less as he had before, but any intelligence in those swirling eyes of his were gone. As he continued to rub at those pretty pink sissy diapers of his, it was clear there was nothing else going on upstairs beyond the keywords I left him with. At one point, he even used the diapers further, adding a swelling tinge of yellow to the pink spirals on his diapers so as to match the swirls in his eyes as well.

The only change in the wolf was how’d he’d managed a new dexterousness with his babbling mouth, spouting the same sort of humiliating dribble he’d been pleasuring himself to before, but this time, instead of his simple mind managing anything about his shrunken little dicklet, he now gabbed about how much he loved his diapers and his daddy. From the way the little pitiful sissy looked at me, the most empty-headed expression of lust and affection, whenever he used the word, it was hard not to assume that I was the newly infantilized canine’s “daddy.” I have to admit, the thought made my pants grow even tighter than they had been previous, and that’s saying a lot.

I investigated the app further, but the options menu I’d been presented with previously was gone. I could reopen it in Mana’s profile, but I assume I would have to start from scratch if I wanted the original guy back, if that was even the original to begin with. I write that because, when I opened Mana’s profile again, it asked me to take a new picture of the wolf before doing anything else. I did so, though it was an awkward and poorly angled shot that I couldn’t even get the dumb sissy to look at the camera for, and when I saw what was left in the profile, the keywords had changed to what I’d put in as keywords: Diapers, Dumb, Padded, Pink, Sissy. Thinking back to his original profile, I’m wondering if this guy hadn’t already run afoul of the app, for how huge the twink’s feet and cock were, and who’s collar is around his neck anyway?

At any rate, I’m out at the clubs downtown, enjoying pride with my new pink tag-a-long. It was a trick getting him onto the next bus, but wrapping his old musky shorts over his collar as a makeshift bib counted as enough of a shirt, I guess. The booties made for an excuse as shoes. Honestly, everyone on the bus thought he was so funny and pathetic that they likely would’ve let him in just his diaper, and all the while, Mana loved the attention, rubbing his used diapers to the coos and jeers he got throughout the whole ride. Any time anyone asked as to where we were going or what we were doing, he’d babble on about how big of a sissy he was, how much he loved his diapers, and how he loved doing whatever his daddy told me. I was complimented for having such a cute sub on multiple occasions and was even called “daddy” by someone other than the pink wolf a few times.

I didn’t hate it…

Remembering the online presence Mana had previous chatted about and not knowing what else to do, I sent the picture I’d taken for the app to his phone and sent it to all of his contacts, hoping someone more internet-savvy than me could make it his profile picture going forward, in case I don’t change the dumb sissy back. Watching him enjoy all the attention in the kink club I ended up taking him to with me, I’m honestly not sure I’ll bother. He’d filled out his diapers several times since we’ve arrived, and the boys in for pride only think of more ways to humiliate the little morsel. Honestly, I think the app might be the one of the best things that ever happened to the pitiful boy/girl, and their new daddy isn’t too displeased either!

TLDR: If you’re looking for a wild way to kill time, I can’t recommend this app enough.

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Happy Pride Month!

Wow, I got this one done in a blur for how fun it was to write! I hope I can keep this streak going! For now though, I'd like to give a big thanks to ManaOzyFolf for letting me work on this commission. It really was a blast! It reminded me a lot of my roots on Tumblr, writing in OC's and sort of facilitating a play-space to live out fantasies. It helped loads that he was willing to detail what bits to focus on and let it all be based on a previously commissioned piece.

I hope to do more work like this again soon! What do you folks make of it?