An Outing with Mattock

The lines at the grocery store stretched halfway back to the deli, giving me plenty of time to count the reasons I was itching to get back home to my mates.

Most pressing was that my diaper was soggy to the point of sagging, and I had to keep pulling it up to keep it from dropping down to my knees.

Beyond that, my otter and my roo were both actually home, which was a rarity — Matty spent most of his time on the road and Darkwater, well…that was a complicated story; you’ve heard it elsewhere.

I was hungry, I was horny, and being trapped between shopping carts and moving at the speed of zero gave me no hope of getting either of those drives sated anytime soon.

By the time I finally made it to the cashier I tried to mask my irritable lack of patience with a subtle imitation of the oiiiink-gotta-pee dance, but to no avail; the giraffe behind the counter insisted on doing smalltalk, somehow managing a friendly probe into my life that extended as far as asking how that nice Mr. Thalarkoudaki was doing before I got my bags and receipt and waddled home.

“Musky!” My otter pounced me as soon as I got in the door, splashing me with green slime as he did. Darkwater had been spending a lot of time in a hybrid, mostly-slime form since he came home and to be honest I was kind of liking it. We might’ve needed to make a few extra passes with the mop every now and then, but intimacy with my mate more than made up for it. “Ready for a good time?”

“Always,” I said, handing over the groceries — enough food to feed us all for a week, though in this case it was just going to be my food for the weekend. “You ready to change me? I’m losing containment here.”

“Mattock’s going to take care of you.”

Invisible paws encircled my waist as my roo came up behind me, nuzzling at my neck. “C’mon tubby, let’s get you taken care of.”

He led me up to our room as Darkwater started putting the groceries away.

Our bed felt a lot bigger these days, since Rockwell left; the difference between the almost-seven-foot rat and the maybe-four-foot otter left a yawning space in our bed that my urge to grow was itching to fill.

My boys had been helping me out with my gaining. And every weekend, we’d practice me being a blob of skunk who filled the bed and couldn’t move under his own weight.

Now, I know quite well that real immobility is a lot harder than our playacting; even the bit of magic that played with the shape of my body had to be renewed every few hours. Mattock would tease me about bringing someone in to make it permanent at some point, which usually made my poor buried cock rock hard. After all, while I was in that state, how could I stop him? And I knew how much he loved the idea of using his stealth to abduct someone away…

But today as the kangaroo changed my padding — making his red-furred hands visible in the air so he could see what he was doing — there was no teasing or joking, or even much affection at all.

“What’s wrong, Matty?”

“Nothing.”

It’s hard to read the expression on an invisible face, but some evasions don’t have to be visible to be telegraphed.

I grabbed him with my legs, pulling him against my new diaper. “Nothin’ you can’t tell me?”

“Musky…”

“Tell me.”

“Do you remember how we met?”

“Mmm…it was the gym, wasn’t it? You caught me riding a toy in the locker room. I mean, there was that time you wore me as your diaper, but I don’t think that counts as meeting.”

Mattock blinked. “I…what? No, never mind. But…we used to do adventures a lot, and it’s been a while since we’ve done anything fun like that. I know I’ve been away a lot, but…”

I sat up. “Well…you got something in mind?”

“Maybe,” he said, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket. “Just let me…”

He sprayed my snout with something that smelled blue.

“Matty…?” My head went a bit woozy, and then I conked out.

I woke up in a dark room — or rather, I thought it was a dark room, till I noticed I was blindfolded.

And bound, spread-eagle. And gagged, but not tightly enough that I wouldn’t be able to form a word or two around the cloth if I needed to — always gotta make room for a safeword.

Still clothed and diapered though.

My roo’s voice was at my ear. “You’re in an extremely public place,” he said. “I know you’re tied up and all, but just so you know — in case you try anything visible that might offend.”

Somehow I’d never thought about how much time Mattock spent naked in public with his invisibility on, and suspected it might be quite often.

“This time, we’re going to fatten you up on display for everyone to see. There’s already people taking video for the internet of what’s going to be a magical bloating skunk.”

His paw moved to my chest where my morphichron was, the pocketwatch-like amulet that acted like a remote control for anything one might do to me — and my dick stiffened with anticipation as this game we’d played many times before took on new meaning in front of who-knows-how-many people.

Only but when he activated it, I didn’t feel the familiar change begin. “Mmf?”

“Gonna make you put a bit more work into it this time,” he said. A tube or maybe a funnel slid in behind my gag, shortly followed by a flow of cola through it.

Ah, there’s the stuff. I swallowed it down, then switched to bigger gulps as it started pouring in faster than it could drain into me on its own.

My stomach started to feel heavier as it filled — more so than just the beverage would suggest. Must be set to grow me slow, I thought.

The cola came to an end and was followed up by an orange soda, then grape. My gut sloshed from the fluids, but my body was converting the sugar to fat in quick time, my belly continuing to swell as Mattock filled me.

After a pause, the funnel was refilled with a much thicker calorie source — the cool savor of melted vanilla ice cream. My stomach started to fill up again — I could feel the impossible growth swelling, my gut spilling over my diaper and partway down my thighs, the weight of my growing chest fat shifting as my belly pushed it back as well.

Mattock rubbed a paw through the now-exposed fur of my belly. “Good skoink.” Then that paw slipped down the front of my diaper, searching for my poor buried member in the slightly-sodden padding.

I mmmfed at the thought of the public display, but he anticipated my objection: “Don’t worry — nobody can see me.” I could only squirm as he rubbed his paw over the head of my cock, making me leak even more. My alarm raised even further as his cock slid in through the hole in the diaper that let my tail through, the roo’s length finding my hole as it had practiced many times before.

Yet when I attempted to protest, my funnel was refilled with a load of chocolate pudding and my belly resumed swelling.

I admit, the feel of being filled at both ends with cock and desserts in front of who knows how many people was exciting; I hoped the bulge of my arousal against my padding wasn’t too salacious a display for wherever we were.

Mattock, though, didn’t seem to care — once he’d slid his thickness in, he lifted my legs over his shoulders with all the strength it takes to push that much gut back and just started pounding in like a guy who knows he can’t be caught on videotape.

I trusted his sanity, at least, and didn’t try to protest; maybe there weren’t really that many people watching after all. I just swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of pudding and shake and whatever else he fed me, feeling my belly rip through my shirt and grow to sizes entirely incommensurate with my intake.

By the time Matty was panting that he was going to blow his load in my ass, I already had trouble feeling my own shaft — it was buried somewhere in the growing pad of fat that was threatening to burst my poor wet padding.

He grunted low, slammed in deep, and his cock pulsed against my inner walls as he deposited his load.

He pulled out and moved to my head, breathing heavily as he recovered — and I hoped that when my legs went back down, my diaper had slid back to cover my leaking hole in the meantime as well.

The stream from the funnel changed from more ice cream to something I’m sure was root beer; my belly was encroaching on my knees, and I knew there’d be no way I could get up even if I weren’t tied down.

Another blue-smelling spray hit my face and I fell out of consciousness again.

When I woke up, I was back in my bed, no longer bound but still entirely immobilized by the new fat. I recognized Mattock’s touch between my legs, one hand holding back my mountain of flab as the other was stroking the cock buried under padding and flab.

Darkwater was lying next to me, ready with a bowl of fruit to keep me full. “Hey there sleepybutt. I heard you boys had a nice little outing,” he said. “Enjoy yourself?”

I chuckled, before he stuffed a handful of grapes in my muzzle. “It was great,” I said, once I’d swallowed down enough to answer. “But I know you guys didn’t really take me anywhere at all.”

My roo stopped rubbing my cock. Even though my belly blocked my view, I could hear the smirk on his face as he said, “Is that so?”

“I mean, it was a nice fantasy, but the giveaway was that I couldn’t hear anybody else. I would’ve heard those crowds you were talking about!”

“I’ll have to think of that next time,” he said, his paw resuming its work. “Next time, for sure. And maybe the others will get turns with you too.”

The thought of really being publically used got me hard again and it wasn’t too long before, with a mouthful of banana supplied by my otter, I managed to shoot my load in the damp padding.

“Rrrh,” I said. “Thank you, babe.”

“Anytime,” he said, wiping off his paws. “Your turn, otter.”

I looked up, expecting a different kind of mouthful, but he was only grinning down at me.

“Oh dear,” I said. “You’re going to show me live footage of me getting fed and screwed somewhere in town, aren’t you?”

He laughed, feeding a dick of green slime into my muzzle. “Don’t be silly, skoink.” His paws worked over my belly. “After all, live footage would show you here in your bed getting a face full of cock. We might have some recorded for you though…”

My reaction was drowned out by a snoutful of ottercock: “Glrk!!”

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