The group surveys the entrance as they make their way inside. It was.. Strange to say the least. The digidestined had been following after this new menace to the digital world for quite some time now. This strange Impmon with unbelieve power who just appeared out of nowhere. They didn’t quite understand it themselves but they couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. Despite having run into this impmon so many times he never wanted to fight. It was almost like he was simply watching the group. They figured he was just a regular impmon spreading rumors around for the first few encounters at least. Eventually the group had gotten tired of this impmon, deciding to teach him a lesson in humility they fired off a few blasts at him. Yet the Impmon simply smacked them away, even when they digivolved nothing. They weren’t able to hit him no matter what they tried. That was when the Imp finally introduced himself as Tox. Claiming to be a new type of digimon. His mad grin still burned into their minds as he mocked them for being unable to stop him. From then on he didn’t come to meet him directly, instead opting to send various digimon after the tamers. They were quite hard to deal with all things considered, even the rookie levels. For once in a long time the group had been struggling to fight against their enemies.


But all of that ended today, it had taken some time all things considered. But they finally managed to pinpoint the Impmon’s location but this place.. Something about it didn’t seem right. Crossing his arms Tai sighs while looking around. “This is where the mastermind’s been hiding, looks like some run down stage…” He remarks, rubbing the back of his head. Matt simply shakes his head making his way further inside while Izzy takes a better look around the entrance.


“Well, to be fair he’s not exactly the huge master mind we thought he was.. He’s just a small Impmon who got this power and has been using it to cause chaos. This base is probably just something he scraped together while trying to build up a stronger place for him and his allies.” The boy explains taking out his laptop as he takes a quick scan over the area, checking for traps or anything that could be used against them. Though he found nothing. “Looks like we’re safe, no traps or anything around here.. It’s weird though.. Something about all of this feels weird. It’s too open. We should try to stay together as a group. If we split up.” He pauses looking up to Matt who was already walking away, but upon hearing that he stops and looks over his shoulder. “Then he could easily pick us off one by one. If there’s one thing we’ve seen it’s that this Impmon is a schemer. He watches and plans, so we can’t fall for anything here, as empty and pointless as it seems. It’s like scraped together, but it’s probably filled with areas for him to hide as well.”


As he explains that the rest of the group look to one another. They had worked against clever villains like this in the past but not one like this. Most of the enemies that they had gone against were those that were larger enough to see for miles. A tiny imp like this was something new to them. Something they all knew they had to be careful about. They just weren’t sure how exactly to deal with it. Something with the size of a rookie but the power of a mega. As they consider this they all nod to one another and push forwards as a group, moving deeper into the halls of the building. Keeping to themselves close together they hold on tight to their digimon. As they slowly descend into the belly of the beast.


While they’re walking however TK begins to see faint outlines within the shadows of the room. Something that kept him from properly focusing. In fact before he knew it he was alone. Snapping out of his trance he quickly starts to look around jumping a bit in surprise. “H-huh? G-guys?” The young man calls out, looking around for anyone, just any one of his friends who could have been near him. But as he continued to look around the vast empty area he quickly began to realize he was all alone. “Crap… this… This isn’t good.. I have to find the others.” He thinks to himself as he looks down towards Patamon. “Hey Patamon.. Did you see what happened?” He questions the small digimon seemingly in his own trance. Suddenly snapping out of it he looks up towards TK.


“H-huh? Er.. Sorry I-I think I might have zoned out for a moment there..” He explains looking down and wiggling his tiny legs around a few times before sighing. “I’m sorry TK but I don’t really know what happened.” His frown only deepens as he explains that but TK simply smiles and pats him on top of the head.


“Don’t worry too much, it happens and we’ll deal with it when needed~” He explains the best he can. Offering a warm smile down to his digimon partner. “We just have to find them and keep our wits about us okay?” He smiles down to Patamon who perks up and stares before smiling back with a quick and eager nod. So with that the two of them start to push on forwards. Making their way through the darkness and deeper into the halls. He held Patamon close, keeping as quiet as he could. Trying to keep his breathing steady. He couldn’t let anyone hear him, he didn’t know where the impmon could be hiding and at this point he didn’t want to know. He just had to find his friends, once he did that everything would be okay. He just had to find them first, this place couldn’t be too large right?


After walking for what only had to be a few moments, but began to feel like hours, TK eventually stumbled across a rather large building within the already large building. “What in the? Wait..” He pauses for a moment and once again begins to take in everything around him. The vast emptiness lay around him, along with the fake wooden props and cardboard foliage that lined the walls he began to remember another sector they had wandered into the first time they arrived here. A toy town made up of various kinds of toy digimon. He couldn’t help but be reminded of that while he was here. Could this be another toy sector as well but if that were the case the question was.. Where were everyone, all of the digimon that should live here, none of it made any sense. Shuttering he holds a hand up to his chest before looking down at Patamon. “Hmm do you feel that at all Patamon?”


The small winged pig digimon looks up with a confused look on his face not quite understanding what TK meant as he looks around himself. “What do you mean TK? Is there something wrong?” He asks squirming a bit to try and get a good look around them. Trying to understand what TK was so worried about. But he didn’t see or feel anything, eventually he shakes his head and looks back up. “Hmm I don’t feel anything..” He says with a frown. But TK nods.


“Don’t worry too much about it. It’s probably just in my head..” He says mostly telling himself that as he looks up towards the building seeing a giant sign simply labeled “TOYS” In large blocky letters. It was childish to say the least, but crossing his arms he exhales softly. “Alright. You ready for a fight if we have to bud?” He asks, smiling down to Patamon who nods and looks back up with a smile of his own. As they make their way into the room he looks around the entrance hall. The inside of the shop was a lot smaller than he thought, or at least the entrance hall was. It was filled to the brim with various toys, train sets, puzzles, model kits and just about everything he could imagine was around there. However what stood out the most were the massive amounts of puppets lining the walls of each and every side. All of them various digimon that stare down at TK with a blank wide smile on their face.


“Keheheh, so how can I help a nice boy like yourself?” A familiar voice from behind the counter. An impmon suddenly hopping up onto the counter looking down at TK with a grin. Right away he noticed the marking on his stomach, but also the black and white gloves and black necktie around his neck.  There was no doubt about it. TK knew this digimon. It was Tox, the impmon they had been hunting for so long now. The man blushes slightly at being called “boy”


“I-I.. Where are my friends?” He questions, tightening his grip around his Patamon, keeping him safe as he looks over the digimon in front of him. But Tox simply relaxes, leaning back as he smiles.


“Ah they’re somewhere around here~ Just kinda hanging out. I’m sure you’ll find them soon enough. But hey why not have a bit of fun here huh?” He questions looking over the human. “You’re the kid of the group yeah?~ Wouldn’t you like to play with some toys while you wait?” He questions, resting a hand on his hip as he winks to the man. “You are.. One of the younger ones in the group yeah?” He questions suddenly leaning forwards to look at TK.


TK blushes even deeper and looks away. Though he was fully unaware of the changes starting to spread across his lower body. Slowly bit by bit he began to shrink down, growing just a bit smaller with each passing moment. Oddly enough neither he or Patamon seemed to notice, in fact Patamon was feeling weird himself, pretty bloated, actually a little bloated around the stomach area and how it just seemed to make him a bit light headed. Letting go of Patamon he just seems to be floating there. Not even needing to flap his wings as he hovers in place. Slowly wobbling around before glancing downwards with a bit of confusion. But with the light headedness he just couldn’t figure out what was wrong.


Meanwhile TK was reaching down, trying to hold up his pants that were quickly growing baggy on his body. Tilting his head he blushes even deeper and shakes his head. “H-huh? W-what’s happening? What is this?” He questions biting his lip. “When did.. My clothes get so big?” He finds himself asking while he attempts to adjust his clothing, looking up to Tox and the counter that now towered over him. As he lets go of his pants they start to fall but are soon caught as his hips begin to balloon and fill out. Growing nice and plump as he looks back and wiggles his rump around. “G-grrf? What are you doing?” He questions feeling a small giggle building up in his throat. Tox’s grin growling a bit wider as he summons forth a strange looking puppet. Another Impmon, though it’s form was a lot more cartoonish, wide pear shaped body with massive hips.


“Ah don’t worry too much about that, but check out this guy. Pretty cool puppet yeah? A nice fun impmon~ Seems pretty cool huh?” He questions bouncing it up and down a bit sloppily. Tox certainly wasn’t the best puppeteer. TK up to it, oddly drawn into the Impmon puppet. He wasn’t sure why it looked familiar, almost like he knew what it was. Who it was meant to be. He just couldn’t remember the name. “His name is Stinky the Impmon~ A fun loving Impmon who likes to entertain his master Tox~” As he explains this TK only fell deeper and deeper into that trance. Watching the Impmon curiously finally letting his pants fall to the ground. The only thing still on his body were his boxers. Which were quickly starting to change themselves, shrinking and clinging to his fat ass turning into a pair of tighty whiteys. Then puffing out. Growing larger and thicker puffing out within a few seconds into a pair of pull ups. “Bet he sounds familiar doesn’t he?”  Tox questions grinning looking over the shrinking and now padded man in front of him.


Leaning on his hand he looks TK over while he continues to transform, his skin turning a deep, shiny purple. Ears twitching slightly as they slowly start to move up towards the top of his head. A small chuckle leaving his mouth as he blushes, raising a hand to his head. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt rather naked. Which would have made sense because he’s not wearing anything aside from a sweaty pull up between his massive thighs, which were practically squeezing the small padding around his lower body. His mind was still swimming, confused and admittingly pretty horny. He could feel his cock stirring, pulsing and throbbing hotly, licking his lips with a small huff. He wasn’t sure why he felt like this. In fact he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this. A part of him deep down knew this was wrong, but yet he couldn’t find the will to fight against it. He could only feel his cock swelling and growing harder in those pull ups. Tenting the front out pushing out the wetness indicator which when dry appeared to just be a normal Impmon smiley. Though as it soaked up more of his sweat it began to turn green around the edges reflecting Tox’s stomach marking in nature. 


With each passing moment he could feel his head spinning harder, it was getting so much harder to hold any form of rational thought within his head. The only things flowing through his mind were the strange confusing swirls of fun, toys and laughter. A wide grin spreading across his face as his eyes begin to swirl.”M-mrrff~ It kinda sounds a bit more familiar~” He muses aloud with another giggle leaving his mouth, intelligence slowly draining from his head. Pouring right into his stomach, though the first thing to go with his IQ draining is his bladder control. Already hard cock letting loose a jet of piss right into the padding causing the pull ups to swell in size. The indicator on the front slowly turns more and more green, spikes forming along the edges as it takes on more Toxic aspects.


During all of this Patamon was trying to reorientate himself. For whatever reason if he stood still too long his body would slowly force itself into an upright position. Given his swelling gut it was much, much more comfortable to just float like that. But he knew that he wasn’t supposed to float like this. Wiggling around he does his best to push himself back into his normal position but finds himself just getting forced back up again and again. Each time with a hiss of air pours through his body suddenly filling with another puff. His body inflating, legs pushing out to either side as his small tail seems to thin out, slowly growing longer and longer. Within moments he could feel his mind filling with a strange fuzzy lightheadedness that makes him feel actually quite happy. The smile on his face grows wider and wider as he puffs up, his face pushing in on itself flattening out as he finds himself unable to to stop smiling, and no longer able to blink as he just kinda squirms and struggles around. Puffing up larger and larger. His body creaking and straining as his skin shines. Turning to shiny yellow and tan rubber, his features becoming painted on as he slowly rounds out into a proper balloon.


“Keheheh~ Of course it’ll seem familiar to you. We both know what that is, yeah?” Tox asks, but TK can only tilt his head as his stomach rumbles loudly. A hand moving down towards his stomach. Lightly rubbing at his bloated gut as he looks up to the Imp who was still putting on a very entertaining show. “Well because it’s you sTinKy~” He remarks with a grin that only spreads wider. As those words hit his ears he shutters heavily, his stomach glowing brightly as a Tox-like mark is branged across his stomach. It was almost identical to Tox’s marking but instead of the normal eyes and mouth instead his eyes were swirling and the smile on his face was dopey, wavy and had a hint of drool dribbling down the side. A giggle escapes his mouth as he spreads his legs apart. Starting to squat down.


“M-mrrff yeah I guess that was pretty silly of me~” The now almost fully impmon states as a dumb grin spreads across his face. “How could I possibly forget who I am~ After all I am the g-great~” He pauses to grunt again, pushing once more as the pull ups start to swell once more. This time however not taking in piss but instead they were transforming yet again. Growing into an absolutely massive pamper wrapped around his fat ass. With one last grunt he rips a massive *PLLLLRRRRBBBBTTTT* As a huge log of filth pushes out into the back of his pampers. Resting his claws on his knees he lets out a pleased, and childish “Keshishi~” As the back of the diaper bloats out with filth, the indicator now fully transforms into a Tox marking. Though he still felt really nude, and it was kinda annoying. Though he wouldn’t have to do much with it, because within a few moments the Patamon balloon finally bursts, scattering rubber to the air that flies around Stinky before wrapping around his hands, and neck. Forming into a proper tan and yellow neck tie and gloves. Stinky the Impmon looks over himself, and then up to his lovely master Tox. He couldn’t wait to show him what he had planned.


Tai frowns as he makes his way through the darkness of the building. He had no idea just where he was or what had happened. He had looked away for one second and upon turning back both the team and Agumon were gone. He was on his own and had ended up in a place he wasn’t at all familiar with. “What… Happened, this shouldn’t have happened?” He mutters crossing his arms while looking around the main area. Obviously at a loss for his situation he realized he had no other choice than to just keep going. Figuring that he could at least find his way out and contact the others. He thought to get a hold of them through their digivice messaging system. However upon opening it up he was met with no possible signal. It left him at a loss for a few moments. But being the headstrong leader he was he couldn’t help but grin. “Nah I got this, we got this. We’re getting out and we’re going to stop this imp. No doubt he has something to do with this.” He remarks crossing his arms with a small nod. Knowing he had to keep focused and make his way deeper into the building.


As he walks he keeps his eyes out for any of his friends. While he didn't see them, what he did quickly see were the growing amounts of puppets that seemed to surround him the deeper into the room he wandered. Various toy digimon all stare down at them. Most of them were made out of wood but there were some plastic puppets and even cloth puppets all of them sitting patiently staring and watching his every step. While he never saw them move he swore he could see them watching him. Eventually there’s a small thumping against the ground, as a soccer ball slowly tumbles out in front of him. He pauses for a moment, staring down at it before taking a look around. “Where did..” He trails off slightly as his head grows ever so slightly cloudy. He barely even noticed the strings descending from above him. A shadowy impish figure hiding in the rafters as they connect all over his body.  Slowly he starts to move against the strings, walking on his own closer towards the soccer ball. “Hmm, kinda reminds me of the one back home.” He mutters, sliding his foot under the edge he kicks the ball up, knocking it into the air as he bounces it from foot to foot, knocking it around with a grin. It had been a bit since he properly played soccer, but as he toys with the ball, knocking it around it almost felt like he was moving smoothly, almost like he was floating off the ground ever so slightly.


Swaying around slightly he hears a giggle high above him. “Feels pretty good huh? I’m sure you barely even noticed, yeah?” The voice sounded vaguely familiar but Tai was having a hard time remembering as his body seems to start shrinking, growing smaller and shorter as he tries to keep up with the ball. Though with his diminishing legs he couldn’t exactly do the same trick kicks that he was doing moments ago. “You know you really shouldn’t worry about it, moving around. Having your own free will, wouldn’t it be better just to give in?” The voice asks once again. It was childish in the way it spoke. But once again there was that sense of familiarity.


“Give in?” Tai questions looking down towards his limbs the more he thought on it the more stiff his limbs began to feel. It was hard to properly move for some reason. In fact it took quite a bit of effort to lift one stiffening claw.. Or finger? No it was most certainly a claw. A pointed wooden claw. Had he always had these?


“Of course you have!” Stinky remarks chuckling softly. Though I have to say, Tai isn’t a very fitting name for a cool Agumon like you, wouldn’t you agree?” He asks the transforming creature as his face steadily starts to push out, forming into a blocky wooden muzzle, eyes and nose becoming painted on as Stinky starts to move him just a bit more. Lightly pushing him forwards, closer to the soccer ball. He could feel his cock stirring slightly, hardening into a nice wooden stiffy. “Now no need to talk, or even think now yeah? So much easier to let me think for you~ After all a big smelly jock like yourself doesn’t have much need for thoughts yeah?” He asks, leaning down just a bit more. Pamper squishes loudly as pencil markings start to appear across the Agumon’s body, imitating Body hair as the slightly damp wood gives off a strong, smelly musky stink that fills the air around him. 


Slowly as the Agumon’s changes come to an end a grin spreads across Stinky’s face, lights flickering on around the new puppet, revealing the audience watching his little show. An agumon, gabumon, tentomon. In fact all of his friends’ digimon were watching on, already transformed into puppets as the Agumon puppet glances around. His mind totally empty, allowing for his owner to mold him as he saw fit. “Heheh! What a long day of playing with my wonderful soccer ball.” He gauffs, mouth moving up and down with the words Stinky gave him holding the ball which by now was almost half his size. “I’m sure coach Tox wouldn’t mind me having one last quick session of practice!~” He grunts and groans softly as he pumps and humps against the soccer ball. A few squeaks and creaks echoing through the air as his wooden cock grinds up against the side of the ball.


“That’s right Agumon, doesn’t it feel so much better to just relax, and give in.” Stinky the Impmon remarks. “No need to think for yourself, or worry about anything. All you have to do is just sit there, let me control you. You don’t even have to think~” He says, moving his hands to turn the puppet Agumon to face the crowd. Or rather the one other digimon watching on. Another puppet Agumon lay slumped over, not moving too much. But as the puppet formerly known as Tai looks over he feels his body drop. For just a moment he tries to support himself but as he does something flashes through his mind telling him he didn’t need to stand up or really do anything for himself. So as the strings droop, so does he. Only to see the other puppet Agumon raise his claws, clacking them together happily showing his enjoyment and praise. As he goes slack Soccer Agumon slowly is picked back up. The joyous, pleasurable feeling pouring through his body makes him grin even wider. Though that was simply Stinky pulling his strings as well. As the lights dim around him Both Agumons are slowly lifted up. The last of their consciousnesses fade, nothing more than a pair of puppets. One of them is a lot more hairy, and smelly than the other.


Matt grunts as he trips over a raised area of the ground, landing with a grunt as he thuds against the ground. Shakily picking himself back up he finally snaps out of his confusion. Gritting his teeth with a short angry huff. “Dammit… Where.. Where the hell is everyone?” He questions, finally coming back to his senses, finding himself standing in the middle of a stage. Looking on ahead he stares at the area in front of him. Three shadowy figures watch on, while he couldn’t see their eyes, he could practically feel their gazes landing on him, feeling his body shuttering in surprise as he looks up seeing a series of strings dangling right above him. Along with that a strong, foul stench slowly starts to fill the room. The stink pouring into his nose makes him cough softly, holding a hand up to his mouth. Trying to block it out. Unaware of the thin, barely visible strings that begin to connect across his body. In specific a good handful of them seem to move downwards, wrapping around his ass. “Okay, come on Matt, get your shit together.. We have to find the others.” He tells himself as he goes to walk off stage, only to suddenly be yanked back not hard or anything. More like he was slowly picked up and swiftly pulled back, feeling his body shoot back before suddenly coming to a halt. 


“Aww come on Matt, you can’t end the show this early~ You’re not one to get nervous during a big show~” A familiar voice echoes around him. The man glances around, trying to find the source as he tries to figure out who the voice belonged to. During this the puppeteer controlling him used his moment of weakness to start to move him around against his will. Humming slightly, the voice works his hands, Taking off his shirt, pulling down his pants as the strings begin to push a strange digital energy into Matt’s lower body. It doesn’t take long for realization to dawn on him. Perking up in surprise as he looks up towards the source. Or at least he tries. But whenever he attempts to look up towards the ceiling his head is quickly jerked back down.


“T-TK is that you?” He finally asks, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see him, he could at least try to figure things out. Not even realizing he was nude yet while the data fills his ass, causing it to bloat and fill out with every moment that passes. 


“Hehe~ Well that sounds like a familiar name. Can’t say I know it though~” The voice remarks, making Matt reach back, groping and squeezing his swelling cheeks, before clapping them back together, though upon doing so they plump out even further, suddenly taking on a plush or toy like appearance. Almost like the two massive orbs he was sporting were made from some kind of fabric. A pleased giggle escapes the voice above. “Come on now. You must feel pretty tired. Walking around for some long. I could help take you to your friends. All you have to do is just give in. Just relax, give up control, and let me lead you~” The voice explains as Matt’s feet transform, turning into large, blocky Gabumon paws, rectangular and made of wood. 


Slowly the wooden transformations creep up his legs, his body and every inch of his form. As the changes spread Matt looks over his shoulders, staring at his massive ass. The voice wasn’t wrong. It did get pretty tiring carrying that massive thing around all day. The familiar voice did seem nice too. Maybe it would be rude to not accept the offer. He shook his head, trying to clear out his mind as that thought moved across it. But they only come back stronger as his now shrinking body begins to plump up. Growing fatter along with turning wooden. As hsi face starts to push out he hears the voice giggle from up above. “Hehe~ Feels pretty great huh? No thoughts in that big wooden head of yours. Free for me to mold and change how I want~ Doesn’t that feel good?” Stinky remarks his words still working into his mind as he sends a small felt pelt down the strings. A toy gabumon pelt that drapes over Matt’s head and down his back, stopping right above his ass, the edges of the pelt tinted a deep brown. The brown seemed to spread down his asscrack, making up what had to be mock shit stains. “After all you’re just a silly little Gabumon, one who can’t even clean himself up. Not that you’d even want to~ We both know how much my silly toy likes to stink, and show people how dirty his ass is, yeah?”


Matt nods along slowly, with what little control he had. He did really like those things after all. He couldn’t deny it, and it did feel pretty good to let the Impmon control his body. Move him, and really let him shine. After all he knew him better than anyone, even himself! Spinning around he bends over wiggling his dirty rump around to the shadowy crowd. “Ohhhhh my I really hope someone will help me with my big dirty ass~ I really need someone to eat it out right about now!~” He exclaims happily,  his plush ass wobbling and jiggling around, one of the members of the audience slowly raises back up. The Gabumon’s body slouching over ass high in the air as another Gabumon, the human’s old partner waddles up onto stage, and without a word shoves its head into the other Gabu’s ass, Stinky above making mock slurping and moaning sounds for the both of them as one Gabumon “cleans” the other’s ass. Though within a few moments the lights dim once more, sending the strands into darkness as the puppets are slowly pulled up, fading into the shadows as Stinky adds another two friends to his collection.


“G-guys?! Gomamon?! W-where did you all go?!” Joe calls out into the surrounding area, shivering and blushing deeper. He hated how terrified he got during these situations. Even after all these years, he thought he’d be used to it by now. But no, no matter how long he fought as a digidestined he always found himself terrified when left alone. Then again, who could blame him! The Digital World was filled with massive monsters who could easily tear him apart. He was right to be scared of them. Shaking his head he exhales softly. “Just collect your thoughts Joe.. Calm down, and figure a way out of this.”  He tells himself, trying to calm himself down as he looks around the area. He quickly noticed he was at what appeared to be a beach of sorts. Well not a real beach of course. The sand was low quality and very cheap; the water was simply painted on to a backboard that lay directly in front of him. Slipping a hand into his pockets he quickly notices a strong scent laying in the air. A strong, wet fishy smell. Almost like an ocean musk but this was stronger. Much much stronger than the scent you’d find at any other ocean.


He remembered the smell or something similar to it. When the group had gotten stranded in a desert. After a while the musk coming off of Gomamon was something like this. It made him gag from how strong it was, shaking his head he reaches a hand up to his nose and continues on. The stink was almost unbearable but he found himself swaying a bit, moving from side to side, trying to keep himself up. But the stench was making it harder to think. Moving down the beach he spots something off in the distance. A small raised area with something propped up against the painted backboard. As he nears it he climbs up onto the raised stage, approaching the object he could now fully see as a surfboard stood right in front of him. He wasn’t sure why but he felt a draw to it. A strong need to walk up and grab it. While that thought danced across his mind he couldn’t help but move forwards, almost like his body was moving on its own.


He didn’t even notice the strings descending from the rafter, connecting to his limbs as he felt his entire form growing warmer. Hotter.. It was getting harder to think clearly. With his judgement clouded he bends over to pick it up, barely even feeling his form bulking up as he lifts it up. Shrinking down as within a few moments the plank is soon towering over him, like a proper surfboard should. “Looking pretty cool down there Gomabro~” A voice remarks from somewhere in the shadows. Joe jumps in surprise at the sound of the voice, looking all around as he blushes even deeper. “Heh, don’t worry too much just calm down, you don’t like being scared after all do you? I could help with that, you know~” The voice explains. Joe gulps slightly, he knew the voice was probably that of an enemy.. But something about it felt calming in a way. Nice and relaxing. He couldn’t help but smile.


“H-help me out? I-I guess it doesn’t sound too bad.” He explains as his feet suddenly burst out of his shoes, revealing large wooden flippers, the bottoms of which appeared to be drenched in some kind of liquid, which gave off the same musky fishy stench as the air around him. It didn’t seem to bother him much anymore, he hated to admit it but he was growing to like it. Doing as the voice asks he starts to relax. Leaning back a bit, he would have fallen down if the strings didn’t keep him up. Slowly his stomach starts to rumble, pushing out a few inches, forcing his shirt up as it shifts on him, turning into a tight, swim shirt, despite it hugging his body close it did nothing to contain his swelling gut.  Which was quickly pushing out in front of him. “H-huh? W-what’s happening?” Joe questions staring down at his belly. His glasses now sit at a much larger size on his smaller head. Though he was trying to relax he just couldn’t as he watched his body transform before his very eyes.


“It’s nothing to worry about, come on, just go with the flow. It’ll make things a lot easier. After all, I know how much you really just want to be cool. You don’t have to worry about anything else. Just don’t worry, and I’ll help make you what you’ve always wanted Gomabro~”  The more the voice speaks to him the harder it gets to think. All thoughts turning to the haze of stink that his body had begun to put out. The wood his body was turning into was ever so slightly damp with what was either sea water, sweat or more likely both. Either way his body was giving off that same musky stink. As the transformations spread up his lower body he could feel his ass starting to expand, while he normally would be horrified by this he couldn’t help but grin, reaching a hand back which he plants firmly on his now fat wooden cheeks. Rubbing the smooth orb as his hand drifts a bit to the side, brushing up against his now gaping hole. After all, puppets didn’t have stretchy holes. If he wanted people to use him, he’d have to have a nice constant gape. Of course the inside was soft and plush for any cock or fist that would get jammed up there.


“Almost there, just gotta get rid of those last few thoughts in your head. No worries about who you were, your individuality, your humanity~ None of that is needed after all.” He explains with a small laugh. “You’re just a slutty lil Gomamon puppet, no real personality aside from what I put into you. So why don’t we just get to that?~ And I can help you relax and just forget about everything that’s bothering you okay?” He questions those words clouding his thoughts even further. Erasing any minor sense of resistance that still lingered within his mind. Slowly his body moves on its own, grabbing the surfboard as he picks it up, holding it under his swampy wooden pit as his face stretches out, slowly turning into a proper wooden Gomamon snout. Hair shifting and spiking up into a nice large wooden mohawk. Reaching a hand up he runs his hand across his new hair. 


“Haha~ Damn I feel pretty good~” Gomabro “says” with Stinky just speaking in a slightly lower voice talking like a proper surfer bro as he picks up a pair of novelty shades, resting them on his muzzle as he makes his way over to the edge of the stage, looking out into the audience as taps a flipper against the ground with a loud audible clack. “You know things can get so boring around here~ It’d be nice to have someone I could have some ‘fun’ with~” He remarks stretching out. Turning around as he goes to bend over showing his well used, sweaty hole to the group of puppet digimon watching on. A chuckle leaving his mouth with a happy murr. “I mean gotta have a few bros who could give me a good pounding~” As he’s talking about this another Gomamon in the audience gets up and slowly plods onto stage, like Gomabro he was still pretty hefty, though was quite a bit more bottom heavy than the other. If Gomabro was still whoever he was before he might recognize this Gomamon as his former partner. But by now it was just another puppet to be controlled. No real thoughts for either of them, just whatever Stinky the Impmon put into their heads. Slowly scooting forwards the Gomamon suddenly jams his entire toy cock deep into his bro’s ass, riding him as Stinky makes various moaning and groaning noises, even as they rut the lights slowly start to fade around the group is pulled up again, waiting for the next lovely friend to arrive.


After getting separated from the group Izzy kneels down, taking out his laptop as he starts a scan of the area. Hoping to at least find one of his friends nearby. After all this place couldn’t be that big, his scan should at least pick up one of them, or Tentomon. With a slight hum he raises a hand to his chin and keeps up his work. As the device lets out a soundless ping sending a scan across the area searching for anyone on his team. Oddly enough two groups appear on the scan. One closer by and one that was much deeper in. It seemed if everyone got separated there were two teams that managed to find a few others. The closer option seemed like the best choice so gathering his things he stands up, and starts to make his way towards the closest group. 


As he made his way through the vast darkness that made up the surrounding area he couldn’t help but notice a strong smell that hung in the air, one that made him gag in disgust. It was strong, earthy and very potent. Likely the smell of bodily waste if he had to guess. But he couldn’t be bothered to think about it as he climbed up onto some kind of stage. Oddly enough it said everyone was right there. All of the dots were surrounding his area. Yet he didn’t see anyone. “Could this place have multiple stories? Or is my device picking something else up?” He wonders lost in thought as a set of strings descend from the ceiling and wrap around his body, slowly merging with his form. They were razor thin so even as he comes out of his thoughts he doesn’t even notice them. Shaking his head he looks around the stage, taking note of how it looked like some kind of sports field. He wasn’t the most knowledgeable on sports but it certainly didn’t look like anything he knew. While looking around he hears a small chuckle from above him. As his eyes dart up he steps back, high above him is a set of catwalks, sitting on the edges of them are various digimon puppets. In the center of all those puppets is a strange looking Impmon, a wide grin set on his face as he stares down at Izzy.


Izzy looks over the imp in front of him, scanning his body as he tries to make heads or tails of the imp in front of him. He didn’t say anything quite yet, unsure if this imp was Tox at first or not. But upon seeing the mark on his stomach and the massive well.. Diaper around his waist there was no doubt this wasn’t the same imp. So did that mean there were more? “So Tox has more imps on his side?  I don’t think I’ve seen anything like you before.” He replies looking towards the puppet digimon on either side. “A puppeteer maybe?” But Stinky the Impmon just chuckles, leaning down on one hand as he stares down at Izzy. 


“Keheheh well you’re right about that!~ I’m nowhere near as good as master Tox, but don’t underestimate me either~ I’m not one to be messed with either~ Even if I mess myself.” He remarks with a wink as all of the puppets surrounding him start to laugh at his disgusting joke. Though Izzy could clearly see him pulling the strings on all of them. Somehow managing to make it sound like all of them were laughing in different voices at once. It was rather disturbing to say the least but even he felt a strange chuckle escape his mouth at the joke. Though he was unaware of it. Shaking his head to clear the confusion he stared up at the impmon already he was feeling rather strange, his head was starting to spin ever so slightly as the stench wafting off the Impmon filled his nose. A slight cough leaves his mouth, raising a hand to try and cover it but it’s quickly yanked back down, forcing a surprised gasp out of his mouth.


“W-what? What the heck are you? What did you do?” He questioned, gritting his teeth as he tried to move his limbs once more, doing his best to fight against the stink. But each time he tried to move the strings now connected to his limbs would pull them back down. As he stared up at Stinky he could see him manipulating the strings with a malicious glee. 


“Come on Izzy, aren’t you just tired of doing this, of thinking so hard and so much. It must get annoying being the brains of the team. Why don’t you just let someone else take charge for once?” Stinky offers with a laugh, letting those words work deep into Izzy’s head. Working over his thoughts and corrupting more and more of his mind. Clouding his thoughts as Stinky continues. “After all, wouldn't it be so much better to be something else~ Something so much better? Say like a dumb, empty headed jock of a bug~” He questions, as that thought suddenly dances across his mind Izzy smiles slightly and nods. That did sound pretty good after all. He wasn’t sure why it sounded so good. But he was tired of always being the smart one, tired of always being asked of what to do. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to just give in and listen to what he had to say.


As he thought about that his eyes began to glaze over, body bulking up while he shrinks down. Losing a few good inches at a time as he grows stronger. Despite shrinking down because he was growing so strong and muscular his clothing was just growing tighter around his form before suddenly shredding with a loud SSSSHHHRRRRRPPPP Clothing bursting off of his new jock-like body, while his skin took a light red color, one that he would easily recognize as the same red as Tentomon. In fact he swore he remembered seeing another Tentomon puppet sitting with Stinky. Oh, so that’s where the others were. It made him wonder who was left. But those thoughts were quickly fading along with most other forms of higher thoughts, All being replaced with simple thoughts like “stink” or “Obey” he didn’t need all too much, when his master did most of the thinking for him.


Chuckling softly, Stinky slowly starts to move Tentojock around, making him flex his arms, and show off his strength. His head steadily rounding out at the red wood takes over his head, making it more insectoid and rounded as his hair merges back into his head, smoothing out into a proper hard head a jock like him would have. “There ya go~ Feels good not to think, all you have to do is just sit there and be smelly~ Stink up the place with your musky jock self.” He explains as he tosses a jockstrap down from the rafters. One that was absolutely drenched in sweat. As it lands on the ground Stinky turns the bug jock’s head over to it before slowly stompy his way over. Moving slowly but uncoordinated. Perfect for a big strong jock like him.


Reaching down he slowly picks up the jockstrap. Stretching it slightly as he looks it over with a pleased grin. His feet shifting into large wooden claws. His back swelling out as he grows a pair of two wooden wings. Completely useless but put out a nice hypnotic buzz when clacked together. As he grabs the jockstrap and slowly starts to pull it up the changes only seem to quicken, spreading further across his body. The wood covering his entire form as his hands merge into two wooden pincers. Of course rounded at the edge so he couldn’t cause any harm. Not that he would (or wood) of course. He was just a dumb smelly jock, even for a puppet he was probably the dumbest character Stinky had made, no brains and it even made him feel quite dumb for playing him. But he knew Tox would probably love to see something like that. A small chuckle escapes the impmon’s mouth as he pulls Tentojock up as well. There were a few loose ends he had to tie up. Shouldn’t take too long, and then he could properly put on a show. 


Tox yawns slightly as he picks himself up. Having gotten in a nice little nap on the mountain of plushies that may or may not have been former digidestined.  It had been a good bit since he transformed Stinky into his true form. So he should be getting back any moment now. As he makes his way back to the main area of the shop he looks around at all of the toy digimon that were all hanging around. A wide grin on his face as he chuckles slightly. “Mmm what a nice place this was~ Might have to reuse it for somethin~” He muses aloud to himself, crossing his arms. “Probably keep the toy aesthetic.. Why don’t I just give it to my new little imp~ He would be perfect for this place~ Hmm well if he’s doing a good job. Keheheh it’s always fun having someone like this, someone to do the hard work for me.” As he mummers this to himself he hears the doors open, the bell above it jingling as he glances over to see a familiar Impmon walking in with an absolutely packed pamper. To a normal person it would be a surprise that he could still walk. “Ah, welcome back Stinky~ How did your little mission go?” He questions holding his hands together.


Taking a bow and pushing out another load into his pants the puppetmaster Impmon giggles and stands back up. “It went perfectly sir!~ In fact I have something I’d love to show you sir. Now that I’ve finished your little test for me~” He explains with an eager nod. Tox nods and smiles but holds up a hand. 


“Keheheh~ Of course. But well, there’s still one last thing we have to do first~” Tox explains pointing a hand to the brown and yellow bean bag around Stinky’s waist. “Can't Really do too much with a pamper packed like that~” He remarks, though in reality he just wanted to get some alone time with it. Give it a few huffs and just squish it around. Maybe use it as a pillow. He led Stinky down to get a change, and then once they were done it’d be onto the show.


After a little bit of time the both of them would make their way out of the shop and back towards the massive stage which now held a rather generic looking background. Nothing too specific for any of the puppets Stinky had, perfect for a massive show he was to put on. Crossing his arms and taking a seat Tox looks over to Stinky, offering a short nod. “Alright~ Ready when you are bud~” He remarks with a thumbs up. Stinky nodding eagerly as he waddles up onto the stage.


“Lovely Impmon, tonight we have a wonderful show for you starring our favorite puppets Tentojock, Aguslut, Gabuass, and Gomabro. I would also like to thank another group of humans for helping out with the outfits~” He explains looking towards the side where the remnants of the girl digidestined’s gear laid. Having been transformed into clothing for his puppets. With that he climbs up a ladder backstage, slowly making his way up with a few grunts before hopping onto the catwalks as the lights begin to dim. Lights right in the center flicker on as Aguslut and Gabuass slowly float down, Aguslut laying down with Gabuass sitting right on top of him. His filthy plush ass smothering the orange puppet as he grinds and humps against his soccer ball.


“Mmm~ Thanks Aguslut, always nice to have someone eat out my fat filthy ass!~” He exclaims loud enough to make sure everyone could hear it. While they continued their own fun Gomabro strives onto stage, adjusting his shades a bit with his usual shit eating (Both literally and figuratively) grin.


“Daaaaamn bro~ You guys are really gettin it on huh?” He questions in his usual surfer tone, reaching a flipper down as he rubs at the null spot on his crotch. “Mmm Fuuccckk~ It’d be real cool if I had someone who could give me a nice pounding ya know?” He questions looking around a bit, Aguslut letting out a low muffled moan. As if he was trying to say something. But buried under that fat Gabuass it couldn’t be understood. Though as if to answer Gomabro’s question there’s a series of sudden, and very loud stomps that echo throughout the room. Causing the puppets the rattle and shake. Suddenly a large, muscular Tentojock slowly moves onto stage. “Yo! Tentojock~ How did practice go?” Gomabro asks, head leaning down slightly to stare at that fat jock bulge he was sporting. The tent of the jockstrap mere inches away from his face.


“Mrrf.. Practice went good.. Horny now.” He remarks in a dull, dumb tone. Gomabro laughing happily with a nod. Turning around as he gives his wooden ass a firm smack.


“Welll bro I got the perfect thing for you here!” He remarks showing off his fat hole. Tentojock gives a slow nod as he removes his jockstrap. Without another word he wraps it around Gomabro’s snout making sure to tighten it before lifting him up and slamming his toy cock deep into his bro’s ass pressing him down on the ground as he eagerly pumps his shaft in and out of the plush toy. All of the other puppet digimon arrive as they all go into one massive puppet orgy. All of them grinding, fucking (If they had dicks) Or eatting out Gabuass. Meanwhile Tox leans back, chuckling softly as he reaches a gloved hand down, stroking at his shaft lovingly, licking his lips as he watches the foul, perverted show in front of him. Leaning on his hand as he nods slightly. This was a good choice to make. Stinky the Impmon would be known across the digital world soon enough~ Perhaps once he corrupted another town or two, or maybe even three, no matter what he was interested in seeing how far the Imp would go.