Digby was being hypnotized. Mr Creampie had bragged about it in front of him to his biker friends. Ever since Digby had started working for Mr Creampie, he had been conditioning the fae like a pet. And now that his spell was completely cast, Digby co...

Closing time had come and gone, but Digby was still on the clock. Mr Creampie had invited friends over tonight and needed his employee to wait on them. Mr Creampie had been kinder to Digby over this last month. Sure he still called him Piggy and had...

After sulking on the diner floor for an hour, Digby pulled himself together and got to work. He wriggled into a seated position, then shifted onto his knees. He looked down on the paddling pool filled with leftovers, the enormous spread of mess aroun...

"Please master Come-come Creampie! OINK OINK! I'm really really sorry about the cream! OINK OINK! Please have mercy master! OINK OINK! PLEEASE!" "Are you gonna be a good little piggy?" "Yes! I promise!" "Say it!" "I'm gonna be a good little piggy...

Digby hung suspended by his creamy pink panties for more than a few hours. His unfortunate boner had throbbed mercilessly the entire time. At one time he overheard whispers from a couple who had spotted it. Fortunately it went no further. The dessert...

Digby hung suspended by his creamy pink panties for more than a few hours. His unfortunate boner had throbbed mercilessly the entire time. At one time he overheard whispers from a couple who had spotted it. Fortunately it went no further. The dessert...

Mr Come-come Creampie took his hand away at last, but the pie clung perfectly to poor terrified Digby's face. His body wouldn't move, and so the chubby fae was forced to lick the rancid dessert around his lips before he could breathe properly. But as...

Digby Digging-Dance had been red-faced and weak-kneed all day. Today's humiliating dress resembled a French maids outfit, but with more frills, matching high heels, and a yellow, white and pink colour scheme. That and a silly hat made to look like a...

Digby Digging-Dance, the plump and porcinesque fae dandy, was praised as connoisseur of cakes and a prince of pastries. Or at least he was back home. Here in The Loomy Gloom, the fae undercity and capital of hedonistic desire, Digby was nothing more...