Shiro stepped out of her house into the night, the cool air providing a refreshing contrast to the warm, humid air of the bedroom. Yet another unsuccessful night with Arti - it was almost noble, how completely unaffected he seemed to be by his inability to perform lately. However little he cared about it, every successive night left her more and more pent up. 

She needed some air. 

The Gardevoir walked lightly down the dimly lit street, her feet barely making a sound as she padded towards the river that cut through town. The settlement was small enough that they’d never put in streetlights: the stars and the moon were enough for anyone still out and about this late. 

As she approached the river, she heard a second set of steps join her own. That was odd… who else would be out so late? Even the taverns were closed. She stopped walking.

Whoever was out there stopped walking too.

“Who’s out there?” Shiro said. “You’re being a creep, you know that?”

“Oh, I know.” A deep, rumbling voice. The other set of footsteps started up again, rapidly approaching. With it came a heavy cloud of stench that cloyed and overwhelmed her sensitive nose. By all accounts she should have ran, screamed, anything! Yet that smell somehow kept her right where she was.

She slowly turned around and saw a shadowy figure approaching her. Judging by the outline, it was a Hypno. And judging by the stench, it was…

Her eyes widened.

“Shiro, I’ve been wanting to meet you.” The hypno’s low voice set her at ease somehow, and she had to fight to keep herself wary. He stepped even closer, forcing his smell upon her. “Shall we talk?”

——

Arti smiled at the fresh, familiar air of B-End Caverns as it rushed over him. The cold damp air carried the scent of nostalgia and excitement; it certainly beat the sweaty stench of worried newbie explorers he’d just waded through. The Zoroark had to remind himself how scared he’d been as a brand new explorer, walking into these caves with a beginner’s badge and the real fear of injury heavy in his heart. If he’d been told to evacuate the tunnels due to a wanted criminal being spotted, he’d have been just as worried as they were.

He’d probably have been just as awed by the veteran adventurers sent in to clean up the mess, too. The hero’s welcome he’d been given played over again and again in his mind, and he couldn’t help but grin to think of it. ‘Arti’s here!’ they whispered among themselves. ‘He’ll clear it out in no time!’. Arceus, could he ever have imagined this when he’d just started out?

“Arti, be serious,” Shiro admonished behind him. “We’re going into a dangerous zone! After this morning, this is no time to be cocky. You can jack off over your fans’ admiration later.”

“What did I say about reading my mind?” Arti shot his Gardevoir girlfriend a glance. “Stop it, it weirds me out!”

“I didn’t have to read your mind to know what you were thinking, Arti! This happens every time we get called in on one of these things. I just…” Shiro sighed and turned away from Arti’s glare. “I thought you’d at least take it a bit more seriously this time. It’s Team Knockout, team! It isn’t Arti and the Knockouts.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah alright, fine. Team Knockout, not Arti and the Knockouts. You’re right.” Although that wouldn’t be a bad name. Both Shiro and Lulu, the Lopunny brawn of the team, were knockouts in their own rights with generous busts and bodies only hard training could sculpt. Arti probably qualified more than them though: he looked down at his generous bulge and thanked Arceus for his gift. As the latest human-turned-pokemon, Arti remembered little about his past, but whoever his father was had to have a little Mudsdale in him. A little extra junk in the trunk was a small price to pay for his obscene cock.

“Oh, get your mind out of the gutter!” Shiro snapped. “If only you were as turned on by me as you are by yourself.”

“So you were reading my mind!” Arti crossed his arms and turned to face his girlfriend. “And what exactly is that supposed to m-”

“Hi guys! Sorry I’m late, what’d I miss?” Lulu trotted up from behind them, interrupting their fight before it began. “Are we all ready to start off?” 

Shiro forced a smile and nodded. Arti couldn’t help but notice Lulu return the smile just a little too eagerly. They’d all been friends for ages, but early on Lulu and Arti both had competed for Shiro’s affections. Those days were long gone, but it was an emotional splinter that still irritated Arti from time to time. 

“RIght,” Arti sighed. “Let’s begin. There’s too many young explorers training right now to let Akumin interrupt it, especially given his, uh… proclivities.”

This, at least, was something everyone agreed on. Akumin was a Hypno that was almost as famous as Arti for all the wrong reasons. While everyone saw Arti as a kind-hearted explorer and hero, one who’d saved the community on countless occasions, Akumin was known for how disturbingly filthy he was. The ugly bastard always wore as little as possible in public, often just a yellowed jockstrap that did nothing to hide his hefty balls and turgid, disgusting cock. He’d been caught jacking off in public fifteen times in the last week, often near playgrounds and parks, but he had proven frustratingly difficult to catch. The running theory was that he’d used his psychic powers to make people forget where he’d gone.

This time, however, Arti had some real motivation. Apparently the filthy hypno had confronted Shiro late last night, while she was taking her usual post-sex walk. Through a psychic retelling, Shiro showed them the vile pervert as he waddled out of his spot in the bushes and exposed himself to her, uttering all sorts of vile, explicit threats on what he’d do to her given a chance. There was no way Arti would let him walk free after offending his girl like that!

The Guildmaster offered to go in his stead, saying something about Arti being emotionally unstable enough to be a liability, but the cocksure zoroark dismissed him out of hand. Sure, they really only needed Shiro’s psychic power to keep Akumin busy until Lulu could wrestle him to the ground, but what was a team without its leader? He had to be there!

As they traveled deeper and deeper into the caverns, a certain stench hung in the increasingly stale air. Something mainly sour, but cloying with a deep, earthy undertone. The humidity only caused the smell to grow stronger, and before long, the trio were gagging with each breath. Something slick and slimy dripped down the walls and pooled on the floor. Their footsteps echoed through the dark tunnel.

“Do you think it’s from Akumin?” Lulu asked quietly. She glanced towards Arti, but it was Shiro who answered. Arti was still lost in his jealousy, fingering his Expert Explorer’s Badge and glaring at nothing. His badge was one of the few things that calmed him, a physical reminder of his expertise and glory.

“It seems more than likely,” Shiro said as she dragged a finger across the wall. The slime built up on her pointer, sticking to her like wet tar. “We found something similar at all his other sightings. I don’t really want to think about what it actually is… it may be part of why we can’t seem to catch him.”

Lulu smiled. “That makes sense. That’s why you’re the brains here, Shiro!” 

Shiro smiled back, but was too preoccupied with the slime to say anything. “Something about this bothers me… there’s a lot more of this than before. If he knows we’re coming, he might have had time to set up a trap. We should exercise extreme caution if we see-”

“Akumin!” Arti yelled, pointing down the tunnel. Their leader’s sudden outburst startled the two girls, but they quickly recovered themselves. There he was: Akumin stood at a fork in the tunnels about thirty feet away, wearing nothing but an ill fitting jockstrap. The greasy Hypno idly pumped his cock as he watched the team, waggling his hips at them.

“C’mon, Team Muckout! Aren’t you going to come get me?” His low voice echoed through the halls, sounding as if it came from all around them.

“Alright team, let’s stay together!” Shiro said. “This is obviously a trap, teamwork is th-”

“I’ll go get him!” Arti had already sprinted halfway down the hall before he bothered to tell them what he was doing. Akumin chuckled and dashed down one of the passageways, quickly disappearing from sight.

“Arti, no!” Shiro cried, but it was too late. The foolhardy leader of Team Knockout had already charged down the hall like a fool, disappearing after the Hypno. 

The Gardevoir sighed as she shook her head. “That dumbass… this stuff is really going to bite him in the ass someday.” Lulu laid a supportive hand on her friend’s shoulder, and they listened to the fading echo of Arti’s steps together. 

“He’ll be fine,” Lulu said. “He always is, isn’t he?”

—--

 	Arti sprinted through the winding tunnels, determined to avenge Shiro and capture the vile Akumin. The sleazy bastard always seemed to be one step ahead of him though: each time the Arti got close to him, the tunnel curved and the hypno disappeared around the bend. By the time Arti reached the turn, Akumin somehow was twenty paces ahead yet again. That alone should have tipped Arti off that something was wrong, but his dogged determination to defend his woman (and prove his worth to the team) overrode any caution he might have once had. 

	Finally, Arti rounded one more corner to find a dead end. Akumin stood at the end of it, back against the wall like a cornered rat. 

	“Finally!” Arti crowed. “You can run fast, but there’s nowhere for you to go. It’s over, Akumin!”

	Akumin growled in annoyance, though his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. “Alright, fine,” he gasped. “Fuck it, ya got me. Ya happy, ya fuckin perv?”

	The zoroark tipped his head. Where in the world did Akumin get off on calling him a pervert? It was the hypno standing there, near naked and dripping smegma from his sweaty cock, not him! 

	He shook his head. It didn’t matter what the pervert thought once he was behind bars. “Alright Akumin, you know how this goes. Put your hands out in- fuck!”

	As Arti took a step forward, reading the  rope to tie Akumin up, he stepped on something that sent a burst of foul smelling gas right into his face. He yelped in surprise and stumbled back, accidentally sending his Expert Explorer’s Badge clattering across the floor. It came to rest at Akumin’s greasy feet, and the hypno gently stepped on top of it. 

Whatever the gas was, it smelled awful, and it left an almost damp residue on his fur. The urge to immediately clean himself was overwhelming, but that urge was smothered just as quick by this… this other feeling. Something… off. His disgust turned to confusion, but the confusion cleared before he could explore the strange feeling.

	What was he doing?

	Oh, right. Akumin had sprayed him with some sort of stink bomb. Arti gagged a little at the lingering smell. 

	“Great,” he rolled his eyes. “Now I’m going to smell like shit til I get a shower. Are you happy, perv?” Arti chuckled a bit at his own wit, having turned Akumin’s insult right back at him, and stepped forward to tie the pervert’s hands in front of him. 

	“Aren’t you supposed to tie my hands behind my back?” Akumin asked. “Some explorer you are, can’t do your job right. Must be a newbie, eh?”

	Arti tilted his head. “Newbie? Akumin, you know who I am. Even if you didn’t, my badge states plain as day that… that I’m…”

	The zoroark looked down at his scarf to find that his precious badge had been knocked off. He glanced around the room. He’d been sure he had it on during the chase, which meant it had to have fallen off when he was blasted with that mystery gas. After a little searching, he found a badge in the opposite corner of the room. It was a little dirty, but no worse for wear: had he inspected it closely, he might have found it to be ever so slightly different from his actual badge, but Arti didn’t think to question it. What other Expert Explorer’s Badge would even be down here? Akumin certainly didn’t have one.

	While his captor’s back was turned, Akumin bent down and grabbed the real badge from under his feet, sliding it into his jockstrap, pressed right against his taint. The grease there acted like a glue, keeping it snug against him. There was no danger of anyone looking there until it was far, far too late. 

	“Arti!” 

	Both Arti and the Akumin jumped a bit at the echoing call, which was quickly joined by the heavy thud of footsteps coming down the tunnel. Arti rushed towards Akumin and grabbed him by the wrist, donning a shit eating grin as he tugged his captive ahead. “Guys!” he called out. “Come in here, quick! I got the bastard!”

	Shiro and Lulu quickly rounded the corner to see Arti in his full triumph, both of them gasping with wide eyes. The zoroark assumed they were just awestruck about how easily he apprehended such a reprehensible villain, and that perception held… for a moment. Then they started to snigger.

	Arti frowned. “What? What’s so funny?” he asked, a little hurt evident in his voice. He looked at Akumin, thinking perhaps it was something to do with him, but the hypno was snickering alongside his teammates.

	The snickers turned into full-blown laughter. Lulu fell to her knees, wheezing between laughs, and Shiro doubled over, clutching her stomach as she struggled to get herself under control. “You… you peed your pants?” Shiro asked between peals of laughter. Lulu laughed even harder at this, pointing at Arti’s crotch.

	The zoroark looked down in shock. His brown adventurer’s pants had a rapidly spreading dark stain on their crotch, one that quickly traveled down the leg of his pants. Urine pooled at his feet as he desperately tried to hide his shame, struggling and failing to cut off the stream. The hiss of his piss intensified against his will, and he whimpered in humiliation. Laughter continued to pour out from his friends, tears streaming down their faces as they tried to catch their breath. Even Akumin joined in, like he was part of the group!

	“Oh, come on,” Arti grumbled as the stream finally ended. “Don’t… don’t make such a big deal about it, I, I just… well, I got hit by a cloud of gas coming in here!” Despite it being the truth, his words only elicited another bout of laughter from his team. Arti’s cheeks burned, and he blinked away something he refused to acknowledge were tears. “Shut up! It’s true! Stop laughing and help me!”

	Finally, Shiro managed to calm herself just enough to stand up and approach her boyfriend. “I’m, I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “It’s just, uh… just I didn’t expect to see that when I came around the corner. Don’t worry, it’s funny! Okay?” 

	Arti sure didn’t feel like it was funny… but his girlfriend’s arm wrapped around his shoulders gave him a measure of comfort. “Okay, okay,” he said, “maybe it was a little funny. Let’s just get this figured out. Can you grab my extra set of clothes from my pack?”

	Shiro nodded and dutifully unzipped Arti’s back, rummaging through his gear and provisions. After a few moments, she furrowed her brow and tilted her head. “I uh… I don’t see them,” she said.

	“C’mon, they’re under the rope and claw. Here, let me look!” Arti grabbed the bag from her, perhaps a little roughly, and the gardevoir stood by the side as he sifted through his things. True to her word, Arti couldn’t find a single article of clothing there.

	“Strange,” he murmured. “I… I swear I packed it. I always do.”

	“Of course you do,” Shiro soothed him. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure that out later. For now, what are we going to do? We can’t have you coming out looking like you pissed yourself, and I don’t believe there’s any water pools in these caves to take a dip in to hide it.”

	Lulu, finally recovered from her laughter, searched her own pack but found nothing useful. The three discussed it for a few moments, tension building, before Akumin’s low, rumbling voice cut through their conversation.

	“I got something y’all could use,” he said. “There’s some diapers in my bag. Put some on the piss-pants boy and let his pants dry out. You can swap them out before we leave the cavern.”

	Arti shot him a strange look. Why was he being so helpful, in his own, perverted way? Lulu burst out laughing again, but Shiro managed to keep it to an amused snicker before going to Akumin’s bag. It was as he said: partially covered by the sea of dildos and other toys Akumin kept on his person, there were a few white diapers in Arti’s size, extra padded.

	She pulled them out and tossed them to Arti. “Here!” she said. “Put these on and change out of your wet clothes, alright?”

	He caught them with a deep blush. The annoyed growl in his voice did little to hide his embarrassment. “I’m not going to wear these… these things!” he said, tossing them to the ground. “Akumin might have done something to them! Besides, I-I… I can’t risk being seen in a diaper! It’s beneath me!”

	It was a good point. Akumin was tricky: it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that he’d sabotaged the diapers somehow. Shiro turned to Akumin and closed her eyes, probing his mind with her psychic powers. “Akumin, did you do anything to these diapers that could harm Arti?”

	“No,” he answered. “And honestly, your lack of trust hurts me!”

	Shiro scoffed and shook her head. “You don’t deserve our trust, pervert!” She turned towards Arti with a sympathetic smile. “But uh… well, I could sense he was telling the truth, Arti. There’s nothing wrong with these diapers: just big, puffy, normal diapers for perverts like Akumin. You’re safe to put them on.” The zoroark opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again as Shiro shot him a death glance. “Don’t be a child! Put them on and let’s get this over with. We have a hypno to turn in.”

	Fuck. Arti sighed and shook his head as he undid his pants. This adventure was fucked from the beginning, and this didn’t help… but at least he caught the bastard. Whatever else might happen, he always had that to hold on to. He was worthwhile and helpful as anyone else on the team!

	Akumin whistled as Arti’s pants fell to his feet. “Damn, Arti! Had no idea you were packin’ like that. What are you, half Mudsdale?”

Arti couldn’t help but grin at the comparison, even from a guy like Akumin. It really was hard to deny, wasn’t it? He swung his substantial meat towards Akumin, giving him a smirk. “Yeah, one of the many blessings of this body of mine. Bet yours isn’t nearly as good as mine. Must be why you’re such a pervert - you couldn’t pull pussy like Shiro if you tried!’

	Shiro gasped and glared at Arti, but he didn’t notice. Akumin returned Arti’s grin and pulled his jock to the side, difficult as it was with his hands tied up. Everyone on the team, Arti included, gasped as Akumin’s cock flopped out and to the side. His balls were titanic, almost as big as Arti’s, and judging by the way they churned, they held much, much more spunk than the zoroark’s. Akumin’s cock was smaller than Arti’s by a few inches, but it was much thicker. If it weren’t covered in smegma and pubic hair, even Arti could have admitted it was a nice cock. 

	“Arti!” Shiro finally admonished her boyfriend. “Stop perving out with Akumin and get your diaper on! We need to get moving already.”

	Arti turned a furious red. “W-What? I’m not the pervert here! He’s the cock-looking son of a-”

	“Arti!” Her words cut like steel through Arti’s sentence, leaving him silent and glowering. “Put the diaper on already. We don’t want you to have an accident, do we?”

	Lulu and Akumin laughed at the soft teasing. Arti grumbled to himself, but did his best to put the diaper on. It was odd, taping himself up while in midair, but there was no way he’d lay down on the grimy cave floor to do it… and especially no way he’d ever ask for help. After a minute’s awkward struggling, one mostly filled with the snickers of his team and the crinkling of his padding, Arti finally got it to stay on his body well enough to move in. 

	“There we go, buddy,” Akumin said with mock gentleness. “And you got it on all by yourself! Can’t have a kiddo like you hanging out all exposed, can we?”

	Arti growled, but a glance from Shiro shut him up. “It’s funny, okay?” she hissed at him. “Take a joke. You’ve been in a bad mood all day, and you need to lighten up. It’s no big deal!”

	He stood there in silence for a few moments, well aware of their gazes resting on him. This was the most humiliating thing he’d had to do in his life. “...alright,” he said finally. “Let’s just take the back exit and get this over with.”

	The group moved out with Lulu in the lead, then Shiro and Arti. Akumin followed close behind, pumping his cock through his tied up hands. The schlicking of smegma and grease filled the air, but no one made a comment. Shiro and Lulu didn’t seem to notice, and Arti wasn’t going to bring it up if they wouldn’t. He’d provoked his woman enough for one day.

— — — 

The group continued their trek through the winding caverns, Arti's crinkles echoing off the stone walls. Normally, this part of the journey through B-End would be filled with the trio laughing and joking together, reminiscing about their times as novices trembling their way through the narrow paths. This time, however, the heavy scent of filth hung in the air, and the wet sounds of Akumin dickcheese plopping on the ground were covered by Lulu and Shiro's lightly teasing jokes.

		"Aw, what's wrong, kiddo?" Shiro said as Arti let out a sullen sigh. “Are you upset you haven’t had a change yet? Eager for a real woman to take off those diapers and give you a little relief? Don’t think I don’t see that tent there!”

	Arti flushed red and crossed his arms, chest puffed. “I don’t have a tent! You admitting to a fetish of your own, Shiro?” He sounded confident enough, but Shiro burst out laughing. It was hard to take him seriously with that puffy cloud of plastic hanging off his waist. He growled and rolled his eyes. ”Whatever. Let’s just get this over with, okay? This is beneath an explorer like me!”

	Lulu giggled and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. “Aw, c’mon big guy! It’s okay, all of us have weird things we’re into. I’m not judging at all!”

	The zoroark shot her a glare that could set fire to her fur with its intensity, but she just gave a happy smile and shrugged. The two girls kept at him mercilessly as they walked on, and Arti grew more and more flustered. They acted like it was all in good fun, despite Arti’s obvious distress. 

	With every joke from the girls and every angry retort from Arti, Akumin’s cock twitched. It grew harder and harder, and pretty soon he was openly thrusting into his bound hands at the end of the line. If they weren’t so distracted, one of the group might have made him stop, but Arti was busy defending his honor, and the girls seemed strangely oblivious. With every pump of his cock, the room grew damper and warmer. Soon enough, everyone was dripping sweat. 

	"Aw Arti, don't worry! I promise I won't tell anyone of your secret fetish!" Shiro promised with mock sincerity. "Your secret is safe with me."

	"And me!" added Lulu.

Akumin chuckled. "Not here though," he said. "You're lucky no one would believe me anyways."

	"It doesn't matter if they'd believe you!" Arti growled. "I’m not walking out of here with this… this thing on me, and not until we figure out what’s going on. Something’s off and you two keep acting like it’s some kind of joke!”

	Both girls paused for a moment, exchanging a long look. 

	“Well… I mean, yeah. Obviously, Arti. What do you expect us to do?” Lulu replied. They started walking again. “Like, the Guildmaster told you that you’d be a liability with your emotions and stuff, and Shiro totally was saying it looked like a trap before you ran right into it.”

	Shiro nodded. “Yeah, seriously. Our leader ignores us, falls for some basic trap, and gets mad at us for joking about it? You’re probably just having a reaction to some powder.” As she spoke, Shiro fell back to the end of the line, behind Akumin. She put a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him a little. “We caught Akumin, and you got your just desserts for jumping the gun. It could be worse. So count your blessings and let’s get this over with! We’ll deal with your little problem once we find the exit.”

	Arti’s eyes flashed. “No, we’ll deal with it right n-”

"Uh, guys?" Lulu stopped suddenly and pointed ahead. Arti and Shiro followed her gaze: rather than the stone bridge which usually stood here, they saw nothing but a ravine. Arti groaned in annoyance, while Shiro approached the edge.

	"Pretty deep," she said. "Must have been an earthquake recently. It's funny - the bridge was made pretty well. You'd think that any quake that could collapse it would be noted on the surface."

	"I don't really care why it's down," Arti said. "I just wanna get across. Don't worry though, I've got just the thing!"

	The zoroark pulled out his pack with a grin. This was much more his speed. Less talking, more adventuring! His mood lifted a bit at the prospect of having an actual challenge today... only to immediately crash as he unzipped his pack.

	"But... but I... what?"

	Shiro frowned. "What's wrong? Did you leave something behind?"

	Arti opened the bag fully and showed it to his group. Instead of the usual rations, tools and rope he'd have stuffed in his gear back til it threatened to rip, the only thing in there were diapers, powder, and an obscene amount of dildos and cock rings. Many of them were even bigger than Arti: he couldn't imagine ever taking a cock that size, even if he was gay.

	He spun towards Akumin with an accusing finger, but before he could say a thing Shiro groaned. "Arti! What the hell? You forgot everything again!"

	Again? What in the world was she talking about? He turned towards her with a tilted head. “I… what? I’ve never forgotten things. It’s one of my best qualities, you even said so on our last team eval!”

	The gardevoir crossed her arms. “Yeah, right. Why would I lie on the evals? You know how seriously I take reports like that!” It was true: the analytical Shiro would never falsify information. 

	“I-I… I mean, you’re right, but… but even if I forgot my gear - which I never do - why would I bring a bag full of diapers and dildos instead? What kind of fucking pervert do you-”

	A sudden pang ran through Arti’s belly. He let out a groan and squatted a bit to relieve the pressure. What the fuck was that? He started to speak again, but the sensation came back even stronger. The pressure moved down from his belly, traveling through his groin before building just behind his tailhole. Wait, could that be..? 

	No. No, not no. No, no, no no nononono-

	“Fuck!” Arti cried out as a wet, rancid burst of gas blasted out into his diaper. That relieved the pressure for a moment, but it built back up immediately. The zoroark started to whimper at the pain of keeping it in, until finally his tailhole just gave out. Log after fat log of firm, greasy shit plopped into the bottom of his diaper, quickly filling it and pressing up against his ass. There was nothing he could do about it. Noisy crackles filled the air as the other three stared in shock - or with a grin, in Akumin’s case. 

	A loud hiss joined the crackling filling the air: without even realizing it, Arti had begun wetting himself again. It should have been a warning sign: after all, he'd just pissed himself. Where was all this coming from? In fact, how was he even shitting this much?

	He might have noticed had the logs of shit not reached his balls and cock. It was perverse, he knew, but the slimy texture of his own shit felt amazing on his genitals. Without quite even realizing, the zoroark let out a little moan, giving himself to the pleasure of the moment.

	The only thing that hid his erection from the team was the sheer bulk of his ruined diapers. Akumin's sensitive nose could make out the additional scent of arousal added to the mix, but Shiro and Lulu remained blissfully unaware... if one could be blissful, staring at their glorious leader shitting and pissing his diapers.

	While it felt like he could push out an infinite amount of piss and shit, there were some limits to how much he could produce. Before long, the stream of piss died off, the logs stopped pushing out, and the waves of pleasure stopped with them. All that was left was a deafening silence.

	“I, uh…” Arti stared at his feet. What was there to say after what just happened? He’d just destroyed his diapers like a hyper-shitting pervert in front of everyone. He’d be lucky if they only teased him over it.

	But no teasing came. No teasing, no mocking, not even a disgusted remark. Arti furrowed his brows and looked up to find that he was standing entirely alone. Shiro, Lulu and Akumin were standing on the other side of the divide: a makeshift bridge spanned the gap, made of rope and a few anchors. It was exactly the idea he had in mind… if he had brought his stuff.

	“Guys?” Arti’s confused, almost hurt voice echoed across the chasm. “When did you, uh… why did you leave me here?”

	Shiro’s body language conveyed impatience perfectly, even from such a distance. “About the start of your little potty break, lil guy! Akumin had some tools in his pack, so we used them to make this bridge.”

	Arti approached the gap and walked onto the rope bridge, bracing himself and slowly hobbling over. His diaper swung with each movement, accentuating his stinky humiliation. “Th-that’s uh… that’s nice, it’s… it’s weird that Akumin had all this in his pack though, right?”

	Lulu giggled. “I mean, like, not really. Akumin likes coming down here, so of course he’d have gear!”

	That made sense… It felt wrong, but it made sense. If Akumin was down here all the time, why wouldn’t he have the safety gear on him? He could have sworn the hypno’s bag was full of diapers and dildos the first time he saw it, but apparently he’d misremembered or something. Still, something wasn’t right… it hadn’t been since he’d got hit in the face with that weird gas. 

	Arti let out a sigh of relief as he made it to the other side, smiling as his feet touched solid ground. Normally crossing a rope bridge like that wouldn’t phase him, but the strangeness of the day had him a little off kilter… yeah, that had to be it.

	“You could have at least waited for me,” Arti groused as the group moved on. Each step made his heavy diapers swing and crinkle, and the sounds of mushy shit plopping around filled the air. Akumin led the way, with Shiro and Lulu walking beside the waddling zoroark. It felt like they were his parents escorting him, holding onto his hands so he wouldn’t fall over.

	“Oh, we just noticed you were really invested in your potty time is all!” Shiro said. “We didn’t want to bother you, so we went ahead and crossed while you were finishing up.”

	A flush reddened Arti’s cheeks, but no retort came to him. He was enjoying it after all, wasn’t he? Something felt wrong about that too, but the wet crinkles of his diapers kept derailing his train of thought. It just sounded so nice… wrong, but so, so nice. Akumin’s cock throbbed to the noise, and the hypno shamelessly rubbed his shaft.

	What a fucking pervert. Even now, captured by Team Knockout, Akumin was a shameless, disgusting perv. Far from begging forgiveness, trying to escape, or even just sullenly accepting his fate, that bastard was jerking it to literally just the sound of a poopy diaper! Arti struggled to imagine there was a way Akumin could stoop even lower than this. 

	Arti glanced towards Shiro, ready to complain, but caught her openly ogling Akumin’s cock and balls with a hungry glint in her eye. Lulu looked much the same. Was everyone on this team going mad?

	Maybe it was the scent. Akumin’s smegma made the air foggy and stinky enough, his full diaper couldn’t be helping with that. “I think I should get changed,” Arti said. “I’m stinking the place up worse than that slob up there. Shiro, could you get a diaper out of my pack?”

	Once, a mere suggestion from Arti would send Shiro scrambling to do whatever he said. Now, the gardevoir glanced at Akumin for permission. The fuck was up with that?

	Akumin grinned and turned around to face the group. “I dunno,” he mused. “I feel like you can fit a lot more in there. Why waste a good pair of diapers, amiright?”

	He growled. “We don’t take orders from you, scum. You don’t get a say in— mnnffffuck!” 

	Arti’s offended retort was cut short as Akumin leaned down and groped at the zoroark’s poofy crotch. The hypno’s gropes sent shivers down his spine, and the shit oozing against his cock threatened to force another moan out of him. His knees weakened, and it was all he could do to stay upright. 

	“Yep, just what I thought,” said Akumin with a nod. “You got plenty of room left in there now. Lulu, Shiro, you want a grope? It looks like our friend here’s filling out his diapers a little less than he used to.”

	Before he could even think about what that comment was supposed to mean, both Shiro and Lulu groped at his loaded diaper. This time, he couldn’t help but let out a long, needy moan. Fuck! Those greasy logs of shit felt amazing brushing against his throbbing cock. Why did it feel so goddamn good?

	He jerked away with an embarrassed whimper, crossing his arms and staring at his feet. The humiliation distracted him enough that he didn’t even realize he really was filling his diaper out less: his once glorious cock had shrunk to almost half its size. By most measures it was still a hefty dick, but it was nowhere near where it once was.

	“Yeah, no, I think Akumin’s right,” Shiro said. “You don’t have to get a change yet. We’ll give you another diaper check before we leave the cave, ‘kay sweetie?”

	Before they left the cave? There was no way Arti would stew in his own filth for that long, no matter how good it felt! “I’ll just change it myself, jeez!” Arti grumbled. He grabbed at his tapes, ready to pull them off and let his shame plop to the ground, but… but he couldn’t. 

	His head shot up at the sound of snickering. Lulu, Shiro and Akumin all were struggling and failing to keep in their laughter. Arti shot them a glare. “What’s so funny? Help me!” 

The zoroark tugged at his diapers in another attempt to pull them off, but his hands didn’t obey him. They fumbled with his tape, pulled at his waistband, but still the diaper didn’t come off. Why wouldn’t they come off?

	Wait. How ‘did’ diapers come off, anyways? 

	Shouldn’t he know this?

	The other three let out another burst of giggles, and Arti looked up to see Shiro concentrating on him. She wore the same expression she had when using her powers against… her… enemies…

	“Shiro? Are you..?” Arti looked down at his diapers and tried again. Surely, she would never…

	“I’m just usin my powers for a prank, sweetie!” Shiro giggled and waggled her hips. “Aku- er, um, I thought that it would be funny if you forgot how to take off your diapers is all. And it was! It’s super funny!”

	Lulu burst into full on laughter, doubling over before falling on her butt. “You look so silly!” she giggled as she pointed at Arti. “You’re, you’re like a big baby! You don’t even know how to take off a diaper!”

	Arti’s face burned a deep red at his team’s mocking laughter. “It’s… it’s not funny! Let me remember, please!” It was difficult to keep the hurt from his voice. The attempts to undo his diaper continued, but it was increasingly obvious all was in vain. At some point he stopped even working at his waistband, instead mushing the greasy shit slurry up against his cock and balls. Not that he knew that was the wrong way to do it. 

	His desperation grew with each time he tried and failed to pull off his diaper. With each tug, each pull, frustration grew and hope dwindled. It wasn’t just this that was out of his control: it was everything! His team was falling apart, everything felt all wrong, and it felt like if he had the strength to fight through Shiro’s mind games and take off his diaper, things would go back to normal. Shiro would respect him, Lulu would stop acting weird, and Akumin would know his place. All he had to do was just pull the diaper off!

	After a few more minutes of this, Lulu and Shiro’s giggles grew quiet. The only sound was Arti’s restrained whimpers and the squishes of his poopy diaper mushing against his privates. Boredom had settled in on the girls, but Akumin was still enjoying the spectacle. His cock throbbed heavily in the air, smegma and drool dripping to the ground. 

	The hypno glanced to his left and saw Shiro’s uninterested yawn. Very well: he could do this all day, but there were still things to be done. “Arti.” 

	Arti froze at Akumin’s commanding voice. 

	“Arti, give up. It’s time to go. Don’t you have to take me in?”

	The clouds growing in Arti’s mind grew darker, thicker. Yes, he did have to take Akumin back, didn’t he? It was the whole point of them being down here. Still, the thought of having to wear this mushy diaper the whole way didn’t appeal, and after some hesitation he began his attempts again.

	“Arti, come ooonnn!” Shiro whined. “Don’t we have to go? I’m bored! Akumin’s idea was, like, super super good. Let’s just forget about your big baby diapers and go back. Pleeease? For me?”

	Despite those clouds in Arti’s mind, something felt off about Shiro’s plea. It wasn’t that she was complaining - she was always the impatient type - but that she was so, so… ditzy. The gardevoir was always the brains of the group, and several times when they’d been hit with poison, she was the only one who remained cognizant enough to get them through it. Whatever was fucking with Shiro’s mind obviously had something to do with the wrongness of everything else, and he was never going to figure out what it was fiddling with his warm, mushy diaper. 

“...a-alright,” Arti said with a sigh. “We’ll move on, and when we get near the entrance you’ll turn me back to normal, right Shiro?”

Shiro grinned and nodded. Arti didn’t trust that grin, but there was little else he could do. With one last forlorn look at his sagging diapers, Arti waddled on, and the team came along with him.