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I LOVE HUGE MESSY DIAPERS!!
I especially love diapers with hypnosis and tf!
I want to serve and be humilliated embarassed!
So send your messiest stinkiest diapers and your swirliest hypnotized subjects!!
No limits as long as it involves diapers!
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Sometimes you just find that perfect roomie, one who understands the things you like, and perhaps even shares your interests no matter how strange they may be. When Falund found someone who loved to get padded as much as he did, he let slide the pheagleās frequently domineering attitude and went all in on living together. Now they both can enjoy their padded lifestyle...even if Pirateās alpha-male attitude can sometimes get a little grating to the soft-hearted dragon. Falund liked sharing the house with someone who is as casual with them as he was, in fact, he liked it a little TOO much sometimes.
As the pheagle walked by, the wonderful scent of his pamps would taunt Falundās sensitive dragon nose, the lovely scent inescapably noticeable as the waft of wet powder reached his nose. Pirate had such an alluring scent that Falund would get a little excited just hearing his thick pamps crinkling close to him, and he had shamefully thought about stealing one or two pamps from his pail and huffing it more directly...his own didnāt have the same scent that Avians had, snoofing those just wouldnāt do...the only trouble was, their separate pails were in the living room where the pheagle spent most his time, slept on the sofa, and hung out there. Pirate would absolutely see if that dragon was nicking a pamp or two...and the ridicule Falund would get was not fun to think about.
But it was impossible to ignore the scent. It was getting harder every day to resist the urge to slam snout-first into those poofy, yellowed diapers whenever the pheagle would casually walk by with his morning wetting scenting up the room. He tore it off and threw it on top of the overflowing pile that was his pail, the thick padding hitting with an audible squelch...the scent was immense, Falund had to keep his mouth closed, else he would drool on his shirt. Why did he have to have such a love for that warm, musky bird scent? Why Pirateās? He had to keep both hands on the front of his own diaper, else his arousal would be visible to the pheagle.
Pirate changed back into a dry diaper and lifted up the heavy pail effortlessly. āBet yer glad Iām emptyinā this, eh lad? I know you dragons whinge a lot over bad smells.ā he said, making his way to the door. Falundās mind was racing with lustful thoughts, and none of them with any reason in front to stop the momentum. Words came out of his mouth that he instantly regretted: He asked Pirate if he could have one, because in fact, he actually kind of liked it. There was a sudden tense silence, quieter than the grave as the two looked at each other in disbelief. Even the black scales on Falundās face didnāt stop Pirate from seeing Falund blushing with deep shame at having said that. And ever present as the silence, was the wonderful scent still filling the room...now there was quietness, Pirate could notice the dragon subtly sniffing the air, almost instinctively drawing his scent into his lungs.
Pirate just smirked at the sudden reveal: āNo way mate. Thatās just fuckinā disgustinā, hahaha! This lot is goin ināt bin where it belongs...bloody dragons...ā
Pirate started walking away, about to tip Falundās musky bounty into the trash. Falund clenched his fists and whined quietly. Even as Pirate walked away he could smell it just enough to be so teasing to him, fading away as Pirate went off with the heavy pail in his arms. He didnāt want it any more. He NEEDED it. Even against his sense of shame and better judgement, once again he said something humiliating:
āWAIT! I-IāLL PAY YOU!ā he blurted out, that familiar feeling of shame and regret rushing back stronger, yet he didnāt care all that much. Pirate stopped where he was and placed the hefty pail down with a thump. He turned to the dragon and grinned: āGo on then, get yer wallet.ā he sighed, almost bemused by Falundās patheticness. The dragon almost tripped over himself running to go grab it, running entirely on his arousal rather than logic. He practically collapsed in front of the pail, offering all the notes inside...if only so that he could finally sniff the pheagleās musky, well-soaked diapers.
Pirate took every advantage he could to humiliate the dragon as he did: Even changing Falund out of his own diaper and slapping on the pamp he just threw in so that the dragonās cock would reek like birdpiss...but it was heavenly to Falund. Even after cooling down for a few minutes, Falundās cock was still wrapped in the soft and warm padding, all the while Pirate kept that dragonās muzzle pressed deeply into the pail with his talons. Falund didnāt even care for the sounds of the pheagle stuffing note after note into his own diaperās elastic. Falund was too busy being in heaven to care, or even to do anything other than lightly hump the wet diaper and feel it smother his cock in wet, warm, squishy padding. Along with pleasuring himself with the pheagleās wet diapers, he was taking long, slow draws in of the birdās scent. So far away it was always lingering, teasingly brushing on the dragonās senses...up close, with the mix of pamps old and new, it was an entirely different (and quite overwhelming) experience.
Falund kept mindlessly humping the wet diaper, lubricated even further by his rock-hard cock now spewing strands of precum, making the piss-soaked diaper slimy and pleasing to the dragon. Falund was humping away, not even caring to listen to Pirate who was bleeding his wallet dry. If anything, the shame had now melted into a forbidden sort of pleasure, the type you donāt admit to yourself that youāre feeling. The sheer humiliation of mindlessly sniffing up used, musky diapers all while paying for the honour was somehow becoming as arousing as it was the scent and feel of the pamps themselves. Falund nuzzled his snout into the pail, pressing further into the murky, dark, musky cave of squishy pamps, needing every breath to be filled with the smell of bird wetting. He was getting closer and closer, the perfect warmth milking him and the scent driving him closer to the edge...then he screaming into the pail, a powerful orgasm squirting load after load into those soaked diapers, cumming harder than heād ever done before to the experience.
Pirate dropped the empty wallet onto Falundās head, silently walking away with his diapers stuffed full with notes. All of Falundās free money was spent just to sniff some soaked diapers...and as the afterglow throbbed and echoed throughout his tingling body, his only wish was that he had even more to give for the next weekā¦
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