Itorian was rather bored at the moment, floating through a place in space where only he alone existed. From here, he could do as he pleased as he tried to think of what might be fun for him. He desired something that could not only entertain him but also involve others. In his mind, he concocted a possible plan for which he might enjoy. When he settled on one idea, a smile formed on his face, as he disappeared in an instant.
        
        “So are we in agreement that Mew is the best Mythic Pokemon?” Steven asked.
        “I mean, Mew is certainly the best legendary from the Gen 1 at least,” Paul replied.
        “True, honestly, I like Mew a lot more than a lot of the other legendaries.”
        “Yeah, I also enjoy their appearance in the first movie.”
        The two were having friendly banter on a nice day. Neither had work today and so they had done some digging in the attic of Steven’s home. Both were sitting on the couch and staring down into a box they had found which contained a stash of older Pokemon goodies. Primarily, an old cartridge of Pokemon Blue, a wide assortment of little figures, a dusty stack of classic cards from the TCG, and a copy of the first Pokemon movie on VHS. Certainly a trip down memory lane from the late 90s to early 2000s for the two.
“You think the cartridge still works?” Paul asked.
“Possibly, I do have my Gameboy Advance, but I’m gonna assume the save battery is dead.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything important,” A third voice said.
Both Steven and Paul were startled to hear the voice of a strange as both looked up from the box. They were even more baffled when they saw a strange creature standing before them in the living room. Neither knew what to exactly describe it as. The creature looked like a dog or some other kind of canine standing on two legs. Yet it possessed a strange set of attributes that made it, unlike anything they had seen before.
With gray fur that almost looked purple under certain lighting, he also had a large bit of deep purple chest fluff. On the backside of his hands, or were they paws, there was another oddity. A yellow circle of sort, laid on the back. And then there was the tail, or rather tails, as it seemed this creature possessed two of them. Each tail curved in on itself near the tip, which circled around a floating orb the same color as what was found on the back of the hands. It left Steven and Paul so stunned both were unable to say anything.
“Sorry to startle you both like that, I am Itorian.”
He chuckled after introducing himself. Both were still having a hard time believing what they were seeing was real. Yet they knew that this wasn’t a strange dream, as it was Steven who first tried to speak.
“Alright, well uh Itorian was it, what are you, and why are you here in my living room?”
A smile formed on Itorian’s face.
“Ah, as for the first question, I am actually one who can take on many forms, perhaps, I shall change myself into one you two would be more familiar with.”
Itorian’s body glowed for a moment before revealing a new form, this time he now looked like a Mewtwo, albeit one with slight alterations such as an abundance of fur and fluff. Steven and Paul were amazed to see the Mewtwo change forms like that.
“Now about why I am here, well simply put, I have decided to go out and become acquainted with some of the denizens of your world, and it so happens to be you two. If you’d like, I’d be happy to let you enjoy a sampling of my abilities.”
“So if I asked for wealth, you’d provide it?” Paul asked.
“If you wanted, though, I feel you and your friend have more heartfelt desires than that.”
“Ok then, what if I wanted to change into a new body? Can you do that?” Steven asked.
“But of course, almost anything you’d like, that goes for both of you.”
“Hm, so if I wanted to be a Mew in the world of Pokemon, you’d do it?”
“Oh happily. It’s funny you should mention that because I can sense you both have the same question for me.”
Paul and Steven looked at each other a little surprised but turned back to look at Itorian. He continued to smile as he waited for the two to make a decision.
“What’s the catch? Isn’t there typically a catch, like you’ll turn me into a Mew Pokemon card?”
Paul pointed a finger at the Mew.
“No catch, no tricks, I guarantee, that you’ll both find great pleasure from what you desire.”
“Fine then, what do we have to do then to obtain this desire?”
Steven stood up and took a step towards Itorian.
“You and your friend just have to accept the contract, and touch the Pokeball to agree to the terms and conditions.”
After saying that, a Pokeball materialized from thin air, waiting for a decision.
Paul also stood up and nodded, before stepping forward and placing a hand on the Pokeball. After that, Steven decided to do the same thing, placing his hand on it with Paul. Itorian’s smile turned into a full-blown grin.
“Well, that settles it. To the Pokemon world, we go.”
A flash of bright light blinded the two humans and when their vision recovered, they were no longer in Steven’s home, but instead in a grassy field that was rather beautiful. Itorian remained before them, now floating a few feet above the grass.
“Now then, just one moment before you two can enjoy your new forms.
When Itorian finished speaking, the two humans were suddenly surprised to find fur growing out all over their bodies. Though Steven had the standard pink fur of a Mew, Paul had the light blue color a shiny Mew typically displayed. It didn’t long for them to feel the fur expand and grow out to every bit of their bodies, leaving nothing untouched. Of course, it wasn’t just the growth of new fur, either.
“Woah,” Steven yelped.
Both he and Paul found their clothes rather loose on their bodies as they were shrinking down in size. They had to ditch their clothes, instead opting to be covered by their new fur. Their proportions and general appearance also changed to match that of a Mew’s. With hands and feet becoming paws and even the growth of a new tail. The transformation was certainly moving quickly, but not at a rate that left the two overwhelmed or anything else like that.
There was a little bit more, as the two of them were, in general, amazed at their transforming selves. It left them eager to see the end results, as their bodies were nearly that of any Mew. When the transformation finished up, Itorian looked down at the two Pokemon with a smile.
“Since you’re both Mews, you have all the powers one would have.”
Upon saying that, both realized that meant they could float and fly as they ascended off the ground and into the air.
“Oh my gosh, this is incredible!” Paul cheered, doing a small loop in the air.
“We really get to be Mews in the Pokemon World!”
“Yep, unfortunately, this is the part where I take my leave. I’ll be sure to check up on you two, eventually. In the meantime, have all the fun you want. I’m certain you’ll enjoy it.”
With that, Itorian disappeared, leaving the two new Mews by themselves to do whatever. So much excitement and wonder that the two didn’t even know where or what to begin with. The world was theirs to explore. And to top it all off, they got to do so in the form of an incredible Pokemon such as Mew. But before they get too carried away, they heard a bubbly voice behind them.
“Hi there!”
The voice was chipper as both Steven and Paul turned around to see of all things another Mew! But it wasn’t just one additional Mew, but a small posse of them, as four more appeared, out of nowhere, using some kind of illusion power, no doubt. The two former humans were surprised to meet more Mews so quickly after just transforming.
“Hehe, we didn’t expect to find two more of us out here.”
“Yeah, but we’re always happy to have more join us!”
Neither knew what to say, as the bubbly Mews seemed to be very friendly towards them.
“Though I do think you two need to be trained on the way us Mews do things?”
“Training?” Paul asked.
“Heh, yep, it’s super duper important. You know all the proper Mew procedures and whatnot!”
“Like uh, what?” Steven asked.
“Huh, well, for starters, where are your Pampers? every one of us keeps our pampers around our waists at all times! Even if others can’t see them.”
In an instant and out of thin air poofed in a pair of pampers around the waist of the Mew crew. Each pamper was poofy and very soft looking. Steven and Paul were stunned at the sight of the sudden diapers as neither knew what to say. They knew Mew or in this case Mews could be a trickster of sorts, so perhaps it was some kind of prank. But the Mews seemed awfully comfy in their pampers as they looked at the two expectantly.
“Do you guys not wear pampers?” One of the Mews asked.
“Uh, no or at least not recently.”
The group of Mews were a bit surprised to hear this as they gasped.
“But why, they’re the best! Ever good Mew knows to not go long without their diaper, perhaps you two could be done some good by getting some training from our group.”
Steven and Paul were about to figure out the best way to get away from these Mews, when they found themselves surrounded.
“Although if you’re going to join our crew, we’ll need to fix the color of your fur, all of us Mews are supposed to be as similar as can be!”
The Mews were referring to Paul, the only one who was a shiny. His blue fur contrasted with the pink of the other Mews. What exactly they meant to do to change his appearance was beyond the knowledge of both former humans. Perhaps teach him how to shapeshift, or something along that line. But they would quickly find out that it would be something wildly unexpected as the Mew crew suddenly summoned a bucket from out of nowhere.
As Mews, the bucket was rather large in comparison to their bodies, as it seemed to contain some sort of pink liquid. Suddenly, two of the Mews held Paul in place as he squirmed and struggled to no avail. The rest of the Mews part of the group carried the bucket and brought it above his head. Before Paul could break free or struggle anymore, they flipped the bucket over, unleashing a torrent of pink paint upon Paul.
Instantly, as the paint came down like a waterfall, it covered him completely. His light blue body was lathered in a layer of the substance. For some of the parts that didn’t receive as much coverage as the rest, such as his underarms, or his crotch, especially, the Mews that constricted him, helped with that. They worked on spreading the paint around, making sure to rub it in nicely all over. What made things worse for Paul was the nature of the paint, something about left him feeling permanently sensitive to feelings. Every touch felt no matter how slight, subtle, or brief, felt tremendously greater than it would have been.
A moan could be heard from him even if it was muffled by the paint covering his face. Steven could only watch stunned, unsure how or even if he should try to help his friend. So instead he only hovered in place watching as the paint continued to be applied. When the Mews holding Paul started to rub and apply the paint to his crotch, his moans grew exponentially in volume. Clearly, the pleasure must have been immense when considering the new paint as the Mews giggled and laughed at it.
Finally, after a few minutes, the Mews seemed to be satisfied with what they had done as the finished pouring the paint and holding Paul in place. They backed away to admire their work as he had been fully coated in the paint. He was panting loudly, clearly recovering after so much moaning. But the two Mews didn’t get much time before they were thrown into the next odd situation. Now that they all looked alike in terms of fur color the Mew group could move on to the next part.
“Now then, we need to get you two some perfect poofy pampers around your waists.”
The Mews were hasty on getting to work as they created two diapers just like the ones they wore. Of course, neither Steven nor Paul wanted to wear a diaper for a multitude of reasons considering they were supposed to be grown adults. But they were held in place by the Mews as they worked on securing the diapers around their tiny waists. When they did up the tapes, they found the large and poofy diapers to be snugly secured, clear that they were not going anywhere.
Both cringed at the feeling of soft padding snugly pressed into their waists, doubly so for Paul. His sensitive pink paint put him in a position where every crinkle from his diaper caused the need to stifle a moan. He fidgeted as a result of this which only made things more challenging. But the rest of the Mews hardly seemed to care as they ogled the two Mews. Smirks on all their faces enjoying the sight.
For them taking the diapers off was an impossibility as the other Mews had done something to make the tape with extremely durable adhesive. It would take an obscene amount of effort to even get one removed let alone the rest. Couple that with their tightness, they couldn’t simply slide them off either. These diapers were a long-term item, instead of something to simply be discarded after a few hours. How long exactly though, neither Paul nor Steven could tell. A cause of concern for both, but especially Paul as another part of his particular predicament unable to catch a break for a single moment.
“Now you both have perfect diapers pretty and poofy like the rest of us, aren’t they wonderful?” The Mews asked.
Yet neither answered, both hesitating to even feign enjoyment, it didn’t take long for the Mews to pick up on this as they all frowned slightly.
“Oh jeez, it seems like you two need a switch up in attitude, all of us Mews need to be happy as can be. Don’t worry, once we’re finished, you’ll be as bubbly as the rest of the bunch.”
Neither of them liked the sound of that whatsoever, it was time for them to flee before the situation could further worsen. Though they didn’t speak or give any tell, both Paul and Steven had the same idea as the two tried to fly away. Despite their ease in floating and hovering before, now with these new diapers adding on to their weight hindered them significantly. In contrast the long-time diaper adoring Mews had no issue catching up in just a few seconds. They dogpiled both leaving them at the bottom of a mound of poofy pamps crinkling all around them
“Hehe, we can’t play tag just yet you two.”
All of the Mews giggled, and laughed, while Paul and Steven were filled with nothing but dread, trapped. For the next few minutes, their senses were overwhelmed with the smell of baby powder, unsurprising considering all the diapers involved in this dog pile. Their ears could only hear the giggling of bubbly Mews. And their bodies, the softness of the diapers, pressing into them, brushing against, smushing into their own diapers. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement, it was dominating, invasive, and inescapable. Even one with an iron will would have submitted to such a scenario. And even if they could withstand it, for any in Paul’s situation they would have broke within mere moments.
A fraction of a second had passed before the pink paint smeared across Paul had multiplied the sensation. His body emitted a moan that never paused for air, it droned on in partnership with the laughing. Even if it was muffled beneath the bodies and the pampers, it could still be heard as his mind-breaking pleasure. But his mind wasn’t broken, if it was broken it meant there was a chance even if minute, it could still be salvaged, saved, repaired, restored, to a state prior. No, Paul’s mind wasn’t being shattered, decimated, or pulverized, it was being eradicated. For Steven, he couldn’t begin to process what his friend might have been enduring, as he had his own mind to try to hold together. Every moment felt like multiple seconds, every second like a minute, and every hour like a week. The concept of time didn’t matter right now, regardless if they had the mental capacity to understand it.
All the warmth and rubbing, it had another effect, as within their own diapers, their cocks grew stiff. Erect and hard, pent up with pleasuring bubbling slowly rising to a boiling point, or at least for Steven. Paul didn’t take long, even in the mess they were in, Steven could clearly make out Paul bucking his hips and wriggling intensely before his body spasmed as the moan increased for a moment before continuing. Steven’s build-up was a bit slower but by no means sluggish, his face cringed, eyes closed, and he bit his lips as his body shuddered. He could feel the need to spurt into the padding of his diaper and it was one aggressive push from another Mew’s pamper into his own that had done it.
“Ooh,” Steven moaned.
His Mew cock shot out a load of cum the sticky and warm semen soaked up by the pamper as Steven could only wonder how much longer he and Paul would be stuck here. Thankfully for them both it wasn’t much longer, as they could feel the weight being lifted off of them as they could see light again. The two were dazed from what had just transpired as both could only lay there on the ground trying to recover.
All the other Mews were giggling with glee enjoying the fun time they had just experienced. They all waited expectantly of their two new friends to get up. Slowly they did as Paul and Steven got up, they had blank stares as their minds had been irrevocably damaged by the experience. Neither said anything as their pamps now sagged ever so slightly.
“Hehe, now you two are ready for the real training.”
“Yeah, don’t worry it's loads of fun.”
“We’re all sure you’ll love it even more than this.”
“Yep, and you’ll be so much happier when you’ve finished your training!”
The two former humans were whisked away by the Mews, as they had no idea what they planned next. They had already started on the process. For Paul, his mind had been tore down, demolished, and bulldozed while Steven only clung to his last remaining bits of mental integrity. But now it was time for the Mews to continue and start forming their minds into something new and much more desirable. Steven had a tiny bit of his will, his resistance left in him, but Paul was certainly far gone, a result of his pleasure increasing paint that was smeared across his entire form.
After a minute of flying, the Mews placed the two underneath the shade of a tree, having them lay on the ground looking up. Steven worried they were going to another dog pile, but it seemed instead to be something else. However, both Paul and Steven found themselves being held down by one Mew each, while another Mew hovered closely above them. The two were forced to have their limbs extended out as neither knew what was about to happen.
“Now then, we need to make sure you two are always having a great giggling time. And there is certainly no better way than giving you guys a nice tickle session!”
Steven was horrified to hear this but Paul didn’t seem to react, or at least initially. As a Mew descended upon each of them with their paws at the ready. When the Mews started to tickle Paul and Steven, there was a burst of laughter and also moaning from Paul. The Mew tickling every part of the paint-coated body sending shockwaves of both pleasure but also the tingling feeling of tickles. Paul simply could not hold it in as he spasmed and twitched, his diaper loudly crinkling as he did so. He would kick his feet and bob his head up and down his high pitched squealing almost deafening in volume.
But Steven couldn’t even worry for his friend as he himself also had to contend with a barrage of tickling. He tried his hardest to keep it in, to not burst out laughing, to keep his body under control. Yet the feeling of the Mew’s feet paws being tickled by another Mew’s soft paws was too much. The feeling was divine for Steven, his face cringed as he felt the dam starting to crack. What pushed him over the edge however was when the Mew reached up to Steven’s waist and tickled his cock through the pamper.
“Ooohh!”
That was it for Steven as his mind succumbed to the pleasure of being tickled. His body violently snapping and spasming as he was held down forcefully to keep his squirming to a minimum. His last bits of sanity chiding him for giving in like this to a tickling of all things, but that part of him was soon wiped away, gone forever as the overwhelming sensation of tickling took everything Steven had left and disposed of it. Even though his mind was now a blank state due to the tickling, it was time for the tickling to come in and rebuild it. No more complex thoughts, that seemed to be the first mandate when it came to this new state of mind.
A Mew didn’t need to have worries about the future, concerns were so unlike them. Why would a Mew ever want to be sad, and not be happy? So instead that was exactly what his new mind was shaping up to be. Steven was certainly far dumber and more ignorant than he had ever been as a human, but in Steven’s mind he wasn’t Steven and he certainly wasn’t human, to ever be a human would be so weird, humans don’t get to have fun with their Mew Crew buddies, humans have to worry about boring things, humans have to worry. Mews don’t have to worry, because Mews shouldn’t have to worry and so they don’t. It was better not to worry, and so it was better to be a Mew.
And when a Mew doesn’t have to worry they can instead have so much fun doing other things. But sometimes a Mew might feel unsafe, and if a Mew feels unsafe, that means they need to worry, and a Mew doesn’t worry. So to feel safe and never have to worry, a good Mew should wear a diaper on them at all times. When a Mew wears a diaper, they feel safe, and when they feel safe they don’t have to worry, and a Mew doesn’t have to worry. And that meant Steven and Paul or what was once and also never Steven and Paul knew that they loved their diapers, it kept them safe and meant they never had to worry, because they as Mews should never worry.
To never worry means a Mew is happy because worrying makes a Mew sad and being sad means a Mew is worried. And because a Mew never worries they should never be sad, that’s why a Mew should always be having fun. Making sure to have fun is good because a good Mew is always having fun and never worrying because good Mews never worry. For this, Mews should always be giggling and bubbly, because a giddy and bubbly Mew is a Mew who is having fun and a Mew having fun is a Mew who never worries.
But there has to be some kind of fun for a Mew to have, because if they aren’t having fun then they aren’t giggling, and if they aren’t happy they might be sad, and being sad means a Mew is worried and a Mew is never worried. So to have fun, Mews in their good Mew Crews should always have fun with each other and to have fun Mews can always be creative. Lust or horniness are also good emotions because acting on those emotions with your other Mews ensures fun and by having fun a Mew is a good Mew because they are having fun and not worrying. Good Mews never worry.
For Steven and Paul, the implication they had a life of themselves in the past was wrong, very wrong. To have a past life, especially one as a human and not a Mew was bad. It meant that Steven and Paul had worries, worries from their past life and that was bad, Mews never worried. This was needing to be fixed, otherwise, Steven and Paul might worry and not be happy, and if they aren’t happy they might not giggle, or feel horny. A mistake to be rectified it would be changed so that Mew Steven and Mew Paul would never worry forevermore. Wipe away everything that might make them worry, wipe away their human selves not just for themselves but for anyone, everyone, and everything.
To change the mind would only be a minor fix, patchwork while the larger problem lingers and festers. No matter how well the mind is cleaned, if it is left at that then there is always a possibility for worry to be caused. A memento from the past whether it be person, thing, or just a random memory. If one of those springs up then it can cause Mew Steven and Mew Paul to spiral down. For if they spiral down they may stop being happy, they may stop giggling, they might start to be sad and then will worry, and a Mew never worries. So never it the word, never is a word to describe the state of Mew Steven’s and Mew Paul’s lives. It was never to begin with; it was never from the start, and it was never a concept or thought by anyone or anything. They never existed, and any evidence for their existence was also never there.
        It didn’t matter how minute the evidence may have been, a random strand of hair, a discarded bottle cap, it was gone and nothing. Mew Steven and Mew Paul would never care, they could never care about a life they had never had, Mew Steven and Mew Paul were Mews. Good little Mews enjoying their training. They loved their training so much they loved their New Mew friends and all the fun little tricks and games they had in store. Both adored being good Mews, good Mews following through with their training. Mew Steven and Mew Paul needed to be good little bubbly Mews, giggling and having so much fun.
        When the tickling stopped, neither Mew had mentally survived. No more Steven and no more Paul. Especially the case for Steven, the shiny Mew who had been coated over in paint. The extra sensitivity reconditioned him fully and then some even. He was certainly a bit more bubbly, giggly, cheery, ditzy, and dumber than Paul. His mind had been damaged thanks to the overstimulation, but that didn’t matter. It was no issue if the painted Mew was extra of all those things, it just made him an even better Mew,
        But Paul hadn’t gotten off lightly either his mind had been reconditioned as well. He was now just like Steven and all the other Mews. He was a ditzy, giggling, bubbly, Mew. Paul had always been this and he loved it so much, much more than anything else ever. The pack of Mews looked at their newest members and newest friends, they all smirked watching them still giggle and occasionally twitch long after they had stopped tickling. Their training was complete, Mew Paul and Mew Steven were Mew’s just like the rest of the group.
        Good Mews, Mews who had completed their training, but it didn’t mean training was finished. To signify the end of their mind-breaking mind-reshaping reality altering transformation into Mews, there was to be an initiation. Only then would these two be fully integrated with the rest. Initiation was to be a somewhat familiar game, as the two had finally settled down, only for the Mews once more pile on to them. It wouldn’t be tickling but instead a game filled with lust and horniness.
        Both pinned down, the Mews started to stroke the two for their initiation, letting pleasure build at a rapid rate, the two Mews thought they were going to be brought to spewing out cum in moments. But the expectation of cumming never came, as pleasure accumulated so did a growing pressure. They had done this before, shooting their load into their diapers before, but this time it was different in a crucial aspect. The stroking never ceased, never changed in pattern or speed it was consistent. And it was consistent at making sure both Mews would never do anything more than helplessly dribble pre.
        “Ahh!”
        The squealing of both Mews was loud, but not as loud as the giggling from the rest. Both Mews wanted to cum, they needed to cum, but they couldn’t. They would never finish no matter how desperate they got, no matter how loud their high-pitched cries were, no matter how much they thrashed and spasmed, their diapers crinkling. It was lucky that the two had already been re-conditioned, no human mind, no matter how iron-willed, could ever endure such torture. But that was the point. This initiation was almost like the final filter, to weed out and do away with any pesky non-Mew thoughts. This was their initiation into truly becoming Mews.


As the sun got close to setting, the two continued to struggle. Never did their bodies or minds grow numb to this stimulation. They were exhausted but the Mews on top continued to giggle bursting with energy that would never exhaust. But then they were finally granted it, not release, but relief. The Mews backed away, leaving the two finally free but unsatisfied, their cocks begging and quivering to unload, but they couldn’t. Both had been edged and blue-balled as they would not cum. As the sun started to set, they were finally Mews, their initiation finally complete after three grueling weeks.


 Mewn silently hovered, doing their best not to giggle, concealed just out of sight. Their prey was unaware and clueless. As they waited for the right time to strike, their tail flicked side to side with anticipation. He had to be careful he didn’t want the crinkling of his diaper to give away his position. His target moved to Mewn’s right by a few feet and then he seized the opportunity. With quick speed, he lunged forward, his small little limbs outstretched as all four clamped onto his target.
        With his target down beneath him, Mewn could loudly giggle as he gazed into the eyes of his pinned prey. That prey, a fellow Mew, Muw, could only giggle and squirm as a form of futile resistance, his diaper pressed against Mewn’s as the two were ready to have some fun together. Their new diapers resembled Pokeballs with a red half and a “white half” although it hardly stayed as that color, instead quickly discoloring. These two Mews were the most recent initiates, and it seemed that things were more or less equal. There was somewhat of a hierarchy.
        Of the four members prior to their joining, there were Mews, Mewli, and Mewa, whose diapers were that of a Great Ball. Then there was Mew, Mewmi, who had an Ultra Ball diaper. And of course last was Mew, Mew, who had the sole Master Ball diaper. The hierarchy wasn’t very strict, after all they all just wanted to have fun in the end, but for the two with only standard Pokeballs, it meant they had to be quite aware and on their toes, never suspecting when a prank might occur.
        Just like Mewn as he looked down at the trapped Muw, the painted over Muw who was already feeling the increased sensitivity start to have an effect on him. But before Mewn had the opportunity to have some real fun, he suddenly jerked his head at the sound of mass crinkling. To his shock and horror, it seemed the tables had turned as the rest of the pack leaped towards the two. It seemed like Mewn was now going to be the victim of a prank along with Muw as they were buried beneath the massive diapers of their fellow Mews.
        This wasn’t all that surprising. In the thirty-six years with this group, they had been a part of many such dogpiles. Never knowing when to expect one, sometimes they were on top, but more often than not stuck at the bottom, a place where they admittedly adored. Such a pleasant place that it was easy to get lost in the sensation, and they knew this from experience. From what they could recall the longest the group had ever spent in a dog pile was quite lengthy. Of course they could never be exactly accurate, but it was around ten months from start to finish.
        Of course, Mewn and Muw had no issue about this at all. They loved being Mews. They had known no life other than their lives as Mews and all the pleasure it brought them. As a Mew, there was never a sad day, only days filled with fun and more. As they wiggled and squirmed beneath the pile, the two had no idea how long they would be stuck there, but that didn’t worry them, because they were having fun and it was all a part of the fun as well. To be a good Mew was the best thing they could ever ask for.


        And so even if the two had completely forgotten Steven and Paul, and even if all of reality had forgotten Steven and Paul, one thing didn’t. He smirked as he finished checking up on the status of the two Mews. A devious smile appeared on his face as he figured he would check in again after a few dozen decades. Itorian floated in the space between nothing, the pinnacle of nothing where only he and whatever else he wanted existed. It was time to move on as he spoke to himself.
        “I did guarantee those two a great amount of pleasure, after all.”