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A gift from a mysterious benefactor brings chaos into his life however, dragging his servants and some old enemies in with him! Stranded on an island, and trapped in an diaper, and with his powers blocked, he tries to make the best of the situation. However, as he and his fellow stranded Pokemon discover, the diapers are slowly sapping away their brains, regressing them to stupid, diaper-loving Pokemon. Can Itorian save them all or will he end up no better than a brainless, diaper-messing Mew?\n\nHAPPY BIRTHDAY Thatguywholikesfood! As a fellow lewd author, and fan of all things lewd, I felt the need to write him a story for his birthday. This story took a lot of research. And by research, I mean reading all the stories that he has written with his Mewtwo sona Itorian, and jerking off because of how hot they are! This story doesn't require prior knowledge of his universe and lore, but it would help. Here are some links of the ones that you'd really need to know to understand every bit of this story, as this is a celebration of all the work that he's put into the Itorian Multiverse and linking them all together\n\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48663228/]Itorian Ref[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49544014/]A Mew Universe to Conquer[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49773324/]Mew FurrGetful Maid[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50637639/]Snivy'd and Saucy Strippers[/url]\n[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50868539/]Dancing Defeated as Snivy'd Strippers[/url]\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58392985/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Itorian is enjoying his time at his club, relishing what his limitless psychic powers have wrought. A gift from a mysterious benefactor brings chaos into his life however, dragging his servants and some old enemies in with him! Stranded on an island, and trapped in an diaper, and with his powers blocked, he tries to make the best of the situation. However, as he and his fellow stranded Pokemon discover, the diapers are slowly sapping away their brains, regressing them to stupid, diaper-loving Pokemon. Can Itorian save them all or will he end up no better than a brainless, diaper-messing Mew?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Thatguywholikesfood! As a fellow lewd author, and fan of all things lewd, I felt the need to write him a story for his birthday. This story took a lot of research. And by research, I mean reading all the stories that he has written with his Mewtwo sona Itorian, and jerking off because of how hot they are! This story doesn't require prior knowledge of his universe and lore, but it would help. Here are some links of the ones that you'd really need to know to understand every bit of this story, as this is a celebration of all the work that he's put into the Itorian Multiverse and linking them all together

Itorian Ref
A Mew Universe to Conquer
Mew FurrGetful Maid
Snivy'd and Saucy Strippers
Dancing Defeated as Snivy'd Strippers

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58392985/", "writing": "[center]Itorian’s Diaper Disaster[/center]\n\n“Master Itorian! Master Itorian!” A voice echoed through the hallway as a maid ran through them. The Furret had a loose maid dress that flowed behind her as he ran, his bulge bobbing up and down underneath the dress as he ran. In his hands was a package wrapped in yellow paper and purple ribbons. He stumbled into the main chamber. It had changed since he had been there last. It resembled more of a nightclub now. The purple neon lights lined the walls, illuminating the place in a soft glow. A fully stocked bar in the center of the room, but it was only for show, as Lord Itorian never drank such libations. Three stripper poles stood against the south-facing wall, two of which were currently used by a pair of Snivys. Master Itorian sat in a comfortable chair in front of the poles, stroking his lengthy and powerful dick, the Snivys providing ample entertainment for his pleasure session. Dance music played through speakers, the bass reverberating through the floor.\n\n“Master Itorian!” The Furret ran toward him.\n\nHowever, he was stopped by two Pokemon thrusting their arms in her way. “Hold it, maid.” The Dewott had an hourglass figure with a bust to rival the Snivys on the stripper poles. Her thighs could smash a watermelon between their thicc, powerful size, and her ass cheeks could often be seen bouncing on Master Itorian’s dick. Meanwhile, the Espeon was a fit femboy. Powerful muscles across his legs gave rivals pause, until they gazed upon his upper body. Slim and feminine, he was an anomaly. Enough power to kick opponents into next year, but feminine charms to woo them into a false sense of security. Bright, sparkling eyes attracted anyone who gazed into them.\n\n“What’s in your hand, maid #74?” Espeon asked, placing hands on his hips. His red gem glowed on his forehead.\n\n“We received a package from an unknown benefactor. They told me to bring it to Master Itorian right away.”\n\n“Let me inspect it.” Espeon closed his eyes, the gem glowing brighter. A frustrated expression came across his feminine face. “I’m having trouble seeing what this gift could be. Something is preventing me from seeing it with my psyche vision.”\n\n“You idiot!” Dewott snatched the gift from the maid’s hands. “What have we told you about random gifts? You call us to inspect the Pokemon first!” Itorian paused his jerking and glimpsed in the direction of the scene. “What if there was a bomb in this? Another Pokemon waiting to pop out of it?” Dewott paused as a hand was placed on her shoulder. She quivered, knowing the feeling of the hand that touched her. “Master Itorian!” Dewott turned to face her master. “I apologize, Master Itorian. We didn’t mean to interrupt your pleasure session with the Snivy Twins.”\n\nItorian only looked at the group with a stern gaze, saying nothing. Suddenly, the gift hovered from the maid’s hands and into his. “Are you sure, Master Itorian? It could be dangerous.” Espeon clasped his hands as if begging. “If anything happened to you because we failed to-“\n\n“Worry not,” Itorian spoke calmly. “I sense a familiarity in this package.” He glared at the gift in his one hand as if analyzing it. “Sometimes, surprise is the spice of life.” There was something about this gift that urked him. Was it the fact that Espeon couldn’t sense its contents? Could it be that a powerful psychic type sent it, and they placed a block on it? “Or maybe it was so simple that great minds such as he and Espeon could not detect it, only due to thinking too highly of it? Either way, the package must be opened to inspect the contents. \n\n“Very well.” Dewott reached for her shells at her thighs. “I’m ready.”\n\nUsing his abilities, he pulled the ribbon elegantly away from the package. The lid flew off, gently floating to the floor. Inside the package was a Pokeball. This wasn’t unusual. Occasionally, he would receive new minions or enemies inside a Pokeball sent to him by someone who responded to a hit he had put out. This one, in particular, though, was odd. This Pokeball was unique rather than the usual design of a standard, great, or ultra ball. Swirled blue and pink colors with the black seal across the middle and white button in the center. \n\n“Oh, has someone responded to another hit?” Espeon wiggled her rear excitedly. “Who was it this time?” \n\n“I bet someone finally caught that damn Blaziken that’s been breaking into our warehouses.” Dewott crossed her arms, squishing her breasts into her torso. \n\nThe ball hovered inches above Itorian’s hand. Something was off about this Pokeball. It wasn’t the color; Pokemon tended to customize them nowadays. There was an energy coming off of it. A very similar energy. Despite his better judgment, Itorian pressed the button in the center, opening the ball. Instantly, a sparkling, white smoke billowed from it, filling the room. The ball seemed to have an infinite amount, as their legs were quickly covered with it. The maid, who had remained present, began coughing. The shortest of the bunch, he received the strongest blast of the smoke, pouring directly into his lungs. “Master *cough* Itorian…” He fell, his furry body thudding on the tiled floor.\n\n“Lock down the doors!” Dewott shouted as she jumped over the bar, knocking over several glasses. “Open the vents!” She pressed a button behind the bar, and sliding doors sealed all entrances to the club. Espeon held out his hands as his gem glowed. Vents above the windows slid open. “Master Itorian! Grab the twins, I’ll…” Dewott suddenly grew faint, “I’ll grab…” She fell behind the bar.\n\nEspeon wasn’t faring any better. Diving for the Furret maid, he lunged for Master Itorina, the only time that he dared to touch him without his permission. He ran for the windows, hoping the excess weight would shatter them, but he didn’t make it. The three of them slammed to the floor as his legs gave out. The Snivy twins continued dancing as if in a trance, unaware of the situation, until they, too, fell to the floor.\n\n“It cannot be…” Itorian held out a hand, reaching in vain for the lever that opened the windows. His energy was drained, thanks to the smoke. Consciences left him.\n\n\n\n\nIt was hot. Sweat made Itorian’s fur glisten. With a groan, he rose to his knees. It was too bright for him to see anything. He dove into his psychic ability to gain his bearings and analyze his surroundings. There was nothing in the immediate area. Currently he sat in a large grassy field on top of a hill. The sun was in the center of the sky, the hottest part of the day. On top of that, he was surrounded by water wherever he was! As far as his psychic vision could see, anyway. The smoke must have had something to do with this, but what?\n\nItorian carefully rose to his feet but found it difficult to keep his legs together, nor could he hover as he liked. The gems on his collar were even cracked. Looking down at his body, he nearly fell to the ground. A thick, patterned, poofy diaper was wrapped around his legs. The front of the diaper was pink with rescue team badges printed across it, and the rear of it was as purple as his tail. “This is unpleasant.” Forgoing his psychic abilities, he grasped it and pulled it off. A new diaper reappeared around his waist; the one he ripped off remained in his hand. He groaned. “Very well.” He tossed the old diaper away and carefully waddled down the hill in the island's center as he couldn’t float above the ground. All the while, he kept his senses tuned for anyone else.\n\nThe island itself seemed to be tropical. Dense clusters of palm trees filled the forest areas. He didn’t see any wildlife but plenty of small insects. They buzzed around him as he waddled through the thick, tall grass. Hours passed. He reached the shore of the island. Itorian paused and watched the waves, his body sinking into the sand. The constant crashing of the waves calmed him and steadied him for this sudden change. The cold water rushing over the shore brought him back to reality, though. \n\nAuras appeared in his psychic range. Itorian darted to his left, waddling as fast as he could. More auras appeared the closer he got. Two at first, then three, now five! Could it be the other five Pokemon from his mansion? If only he could hover! Waddling in the sand was taking much longer than waddling through the tall grass. \n\nAs Itorian got closer, he could see structures. Small huts, seeming the size of one occupant, littered the island's eastern side. The auras were around him now, but he couldn’t see any of them. He reached out to them. [i]Where are you? Come to me.[/i] Immediately, doors from five huts burst open, and out waddled four Pokemon. Excitedly, they surrounded him with mixed emotions of happiness and concern. None of them were familiar to him, yet they seemed to know him. They all shared a diaper like he had, but larger, and there were signs of use. \n\n“Master Itorian!” An Oshawott bounced up and down on a slightly doggy diaper. Rescue team badges were printed across hers as well.\n\n“We thought you were lost!” An Eevee stared at him with large, glittering eyes. A diaper dragged behind her, also used.\n\n“WHAT DID YOU DO?! A Riolu pointed an accusatory finger at Itorian. His feet barely touched the ground.\n\n“You have a lot of nerve coming back after what you did!” Pichu glared and sparked as he sat on his diaper like a beanbag.\n\nItorian dove into their minds, not one for awkward conversations. These four were his servants at the nightclub. The smoke made his bodyguards devolve. As with the Pichu and Riolu, it had also undone his transformation to their bodies. “I see. Where is the fifth?”\n\n“Hey, Itorian!” From another hut emerged a Mew. Much like the others he had encountered across the multiverses, this Mew was cheery as ever. The key difference with this one is that this Mew had a large, pink diaper on his body. It was struggling to maintain its distance from the ground. “Long time, no see.”[i] As I feared[/i], Itorian thought. The Furret maid that brought the gift was [i]that[/i] maid. “Did you do all this?” Itorian shook his head.\n\n“Is this where you kept Mew?” Riolu rolled forward onto his feet, his diaper dragging behind him as he slowly trudged toward Itorian. “You kept Mew here so everyone forgot about him, didn’t you?” His angered expression was on the verge of exploding into fury. “Well, we found him! And when we get back, we’re gonna tell everyone what you did!”\n\n“Let’s calm down!” Eevee bounded in between Itorian and Riolu, his diaper bouncing as it hit the ground. “Master Itorian did not send us here; it was that smoke!”\n\n“You’re one of his cronies! I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”\n\n“Try it then.” Eevee bent his four legs, expecting Riolu to pounce on him. The diaper weighed him down; otherwise, Riolu would have the instant he was challenged.\n\n“Hey, fellas. That’s enough.” Mew floated over, landing to the side of them. “Itorian didn’t do anything.” He grasped the two with psychic energy, keeping them apart. “I just,” he paused, thinking of how exactly to word it, “took a surprise vacation.”\n\n“Wait a second.” Oshawott bounced over to them, the diaper crinkling as it was used as a mode of transport. “Where’s the Furret Maid?” Mew blushed. “No… did Master Itorian’s magic get you?”\n\n“Accidentally.” He released Riolu and Eevee. “But first thing’s first. We have to get off this island.”\n\n“Piiii…” The group paused and turned. Pichu, already immobile from his diaper, was filling it more. The group watched as his diaper filled, growing darker with mush. “It’s getting harder to hold it.”\n\nThe group looked at their diapers, worrying about using them again. Itorian, however, being the only one who hadn’t used his diaper yet, didn’t worry. As much as it pleased him to see the rebel Pichu in a tight spot, it was not ideal for the current situation. Reaching out with his psychic ability, he grasped the mess in Pichu’s diaper, and with a snap, it vanished. Pichu fell to his padded rear. “There.”\n\nRiolu glared at Itorian. “Don’t think you can woo us over. Did you forget why we infiltrated your ca-“\n\n“Thank you!” Pichu ran up to Itorian and hugged his leg. “I thought I’d be stuck there forever.”\n\nRiolu drew breath through his nose sharply. “Again. Don’t think you’ll fool us.” He dragged his diapered butt closer, snagged Pichu, and waddled away to the huts. “Come on, we to find a way out.” To spite him, Itorian snapped his fingers, instantly relieving Riolu of his massive load. “GAH! I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” The two waddled away to their huts, slamming the door.\n\n“So, what now, Itorian?” Mew turned to him.\n\n“We find a method of escape.”\n\n\n\n\nWeeks passed. Itorian made several attempts to contact any other Pokemon with his psychic abilities. Even trapping himself in a hut, focusing his mind, and locking everyone out didn’t do the trick. Whoever had sent them here knew exactly how to clip his wings.\n\nThe others weren’t faring any better either. Pichu and Riolu put themselves on foraging duty and constantly brought back fruits for the group to eat. The two tried everything they could to establish contact with the outside world as well. With Riolu’s psychic abilities dampened, the best he could do was levitate objects and detect auras nearby. Itorian still had superior power.\n\nRiolu came running back from a foraging trip. “It’s Pichu!” He held a bundle of bananas and coconuts in his arms, tossing them into the spare hut they used as storage. “He’s acting funny!” Itorian awkwardly ran over, his diaper half full. Everyone gathered around. “I don’t know what happened. One moment, he stopped to take a bathroom break, filled his diaper to the brim, and then he was acting stupid!” \n\n“Hold on,” he walked forward, sashaying his hips. “what’s happening?”\n\n“I just told you!” He pounded his fist. “He’s, acting, dumb.”\n\n“Where is he then?” Oshawott asked urgently.\n\n“His diaper was so big I couldn’t even drag him.”\n\n“Very well.” Itorian ran, sensing Pichu’s presence only a mile away. Everyone followed as best they could, but their smaller legs couldn’t keep up. Riolu was the closest, his athletic body allowing him to stay moving for hours on end.\n\nThere was Pichu bouncing up and down on a massive diaper, towering over all of them. Itorian froze; even his stern eyes went wide. How could such a small creature have so much waste in its body? Riolu caught up, huffing and puffing. Running at full speed with a half-full diaper was not easy. He nearly fainted when he saw the size of Pichu’s diaper. “HOW DID YOU GET BIGGER?!” It was easily twice as tall as Itorian.\n\n“Pii like my diapee.” Pichu happily bounced up and down on the mountain of waste.\n\nItorian placed a hand on the diaper. Its warmth was pleasant, but the smell was off-putting. Could he clear this much at once from a diaper with his limited powers? Something caught him off guard. Something he failed to see before. Within all the hot mush in the diaper was an intense aura. He could sense the very being of Pichu within the diaper. Throughout the diaper, strands of Pichu’s soul were scattered in high density. “Riolu, come.” \n\n“What? I’m not touching that.” Itorian glared at him. “Fine.” Shuddering in disgust, he placed a hand on his friend’s massive diaper. Within seconds, his eyes widened. “No…” His jaw dropped, realization hitting him. “Is he,” he didn’t know how to say it, “shitting his soul away?” \n\n“Yes, and we are unable to replace it.” Itorian placed both hands on the diaper. The others caught up to them and saw that the two were touching the massive diaper with Pichu still on top of it. Riolu removed his hand and explained it to them, holding back his tears. \n\n“You mean to say,” Mew said hovering over, touching it for himself, “his aura and soul were removed through his mess?” He closed his eyes to sense it for himself. “Arceus above…”\n\n“We can’t leave him like that,” Oshawott said, covering his eyes as she strained to see Pichu atop the mountainous diaper. “Do you have to change him?”\n\n“Yes,” Itorian said calmly. \n\n“NO!” Riolu shouted. “I won’t let you! You’ll practically kill him!”\n\n“Hold on,” Mew said, floating to Riolu. He landed in front of him. “He won’t be dead. But he won’t be the same.” Riolu’s head was down, hiding his emotions. “And if this fate has hit your friend, then I fear this fate awaits us all.” Mew placed both paws on his shoulders. “You may change him, Itorian.”\n\n“NOOOO!” Riolu screamed but was held in place by Mew, using his psychic power.\n\nItorian placed his hands on the diaper once more. He had no attachment to Pichu. This would not effect him in the slightest. Coursing his psychic powers through the diaper, he sent the mess away to another dimension. Instantly, the diaper snapped to regular size, and Pichu fell from the sky, landing on his padded rear. \n\n“Pii!” He stood up, wobbling from the drop. “Yay! I is clean!”\n\n“Pichu!” Riolu ran for his friend and partner. “Are you alright?”\n\n“I is good, Rio.” He cocked his head. “Why are eyes wet?” Riolu wiped his face, unable to respond as he held back sobs. All he could do was throw his arms around Pichu.\n\n“Let’s give them some time,” Mew suggested as he started floating away. “Itorian, let’s talk when we get back. This is a situation.” The group turned and gave the two privacy. \n\n\n\n\nTime continued to pass with no hope of escape. Riolu was completely different after the near loss of Pichu. He was more protective than ever, making sure everyone was ok. He refused to use his diaper as well, afraid that one wrong release would lead to him losing his mind as well. That didn’t stop everyone from messing their diapers, though. Itorian and Mew couldn’t think of a way to prevent this from happening to anyone else, as their powers were muffled differently. They could tell it was a gradual change, but they didn’t know what caused the ‘Brain Dump’ as they referred to it.\n\nOne morning, Eevee woke everyone with a fright as his entire house exploded. Everyone ran out of their houses to find that Eevee had Brain Dumped. So, the castaways lost another one. It was all lost on Eevee, of course. To him, it was all fun and games. He and Pichu, rather, Vee and Pii, were having the time of their lives. They were able to mess their diapers with reckless abandon, be doted on, and have no care in the world. \n\nIt wasn’t long before Oshawott joined them. She was helping Riolu forage for food rather than Pichu, who had proved to be more of a hindrance in his new state. As the two came back, Oshawott froze in place; his face stuck in a derpy expression. His diaper rumbled and exploded in size. Riolu screamed and hid behind a hut, experiencing a comrade Brain Dump a second time. He stayed in his hut for a few days after that, trying to recover from the mental trauma. Having the Brain Dumped members try to visit him only made it worse. \n\n“Itorian.” Mew approached Itorian one day after being changed. “It’s only a matter of time before we fall victim, you know?” Itorian grunted in agreement. “One can only wonder what cruel being would do this.” Mew sat up, now unable to hover above the ground. He had to constantly walk on the edges of his feet due to his diaper being so large. “I want you to know something, alright?” He turned, a big smile on his face. “I’m not mad at you for anything. It’s not your fault I found that duster.” Itorian considered his words silently. “Besides, I’m willing to bet you treated me well as a maid.”\n\n“You were my best one,” Itorian said with a smirk. He remembered how many of the Furret Maids in his mansion failed to take heed of the small details. However, Furret Maid #74 always paid attention. He knew all the ins and outs of being Itorian’s maid.\n\n“That’s what I thought.” Mew giggled.\n\nA rumble sounded, shaking the ground. The two of them knew exactly what it was right away. “Riolu!” Mew shouted as he ran out of the house. One of the huts was now in pieces. Riolu sat on top of an inflating diaper in the middle of the rubble, and it was only getting bigger. The three brain-dumped Pokemon were staring at Riolu and cheering, watching him go higher and higher like it was a carnival ride. Mew and Itorian knew better, though. Riolu reached Pichu's size when he brain-dumped and continued to create the largest diaper of the three so far. Higher and wider. They could only watch. Riolu gurgled with delight as he soared to the sky, his mind already gone. \n\nThey watched as he soared and soared, reaching double the size of Pichu, the ground rumbling continuously. Finally, the diaper stopped filling. The stink of used diapers surrounded them, more potent than ever before. “WHOA! RIO, YOU SO BIG!” Pichu shouted loudly so Riolu could hear. If Riolu did hear him, they didn’t hear him shouting back.\n\n“Think you can do it?” Mew asked as he stood there, craning his head back, trying to see the top. \n\nItorian nodded and waddled forward. Placing both hands on the massive diaper, he focused his energy on shifting all of Riolu’s mess and aura out of this dimension. His eyebrows furrowed as the purple light surrounded his hands. Rather than disappearing immediately, it took a minute. That was not a good sign. However, after the delay, Riolu’s diaper emptied and he fell to the ground, caught by the three previously brain-dumped Pokemon. \n\n“Tanks, Ito!” Riolu waddled over and clutched Itorian’s leg, not letting go. The other three followed suit, going for his other leg and arms. \n\nGroaning, Itorian allowed them to hug him. Mew laughed. “Seems you have a fan club now, Itorian.” He jokingly wondered when he’d be joining, but a nagging voice in the back of his head told him it wouldn’t be long.\n\n\n\n\nNow that everyone but the two psychic Pokemon had brain-dumped, Itorian and Mew were doing everything themselves. They tried partnering up with one of the ‘dumped’ as they referred to them now, but they were often a distraction and required constant maintenance. Instead, they locked them in one of the huts while they went out to forage, get water, or any other task that required them to be away from the village. \n\nItorian and Mew returned that day with loads of bananas. Dumping them into the food hut, they opened the hut that contained their four friends. They poured out of the door, spilling over themselves. “Ito’s back! MewMew!” Their diapers had been filled once more, leaving the hut smelling like something died inside. One by one, Itorian touched each of their diapers and focused on clearing it out. It had become harder and harder as the weeks went by. It took longer to empty their diapers now. It didn’t help either that once you’ve been dumped, you lost all control of your bowels completely, and didn’t even know you were messing your diaper until you couldn’t walk anymore.\n\n“Tank you, Ito!” Oshawott gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Wuv you!” She ran off, blushing, only to fall on her face. Pichu came to her aid. \n\n“We can’t keep this up, Itorian.” Mew looked exhausted. He fell into his diaper, using it as a seat. “Sometimes I envy them, you know that?” Itorian gazed with worry at Mew, then at the four dumped Pokemon. They were holding hands, spinning in a circle. “Not a care in the world. What’s gonna happen when we get dumped?”\n\n“That won’t happen.” Itorian said as he placed his hand on Mew’s diaper, seeing it needed to be changed. “We will find a way off this island.”\n\n“It’s been months, Itorian!” Mew shouted, flailing his arms. “We still don’t know who sent us here!”\n\n“Remain positive, Mew.” Itorian sighed. “If a Legendary Pokemon caves in, what hope do they have?”\n\n“They don’t care.” Mew stood, interrupting Itorian’s cleaning. “It’s a lost cause at this point.” That nagging voice told him it was too late now. His stomach grumbled violently, visibly shaking. “Oh no.” Itorian sprung to action. He Grasped Mew’s head, focusing on preventing any of his aura from funneling through his body and into his diaper. His hands glowed brighter than they ever have these past weeks, pouring all of his energy into preventing Mew from dumping. “It-ori-an,” Mew said weakly. “It’s, too late.”\n\n“Focus, Mew!” He grasped Mew’s skull so tightly that he left circular imprints on his temple. “We are the only ones left.” Mew reached for Itorian’s wrists, weakly grasping them. Itorian stopped, his aura disappearing. With a final wink, Mew shut his eyes, finally at ease. Calm. A wet, sloppy noise sounded from inside his diaper. Exploding in size, Mew rocketed into the air. \n\nThe four dumped Pokemon stopped dancing as a shadow covered them. “Wat dat?” Eevee asked.\n\n“It MewMew!” Riolu shouted. \n\nItorian fell to his knees, exhausted from his efforts to prevent Mew from dumping. Sweat made his fur glisten in the sunlight. He panted heavily. “Have I always been this weak?” He pounded the sandy ground beneath him, grains sticking to his wet fur. Mew called from atop his diaper, wanting to be assisted. Mew slowly, feebly, placed a hand on the diaper and tried to disperse the mess to another dimension. He could feel the diaper reducing, but only bits at a time. It would take forever at this rate.\n\n[i]You are a tough one, Itorian.[/i]\n\nThe voice echoed in his mind. It wasn’t his, but it was. \n\n[i]You have lasted longer than I expected. I should have known better. You are me, after all.[/i]\n\n“Who are you?”\n\n[i]Has the exhaustion clouded your mind?[/i] The voice sounded arrogant.[i] I am the one who punished you. I am the one who sent you to this pocket dimension[/i]. It paused for a brief moment. [i]I am Itorian.[/i]\n\nEverything started to make sense now; How his powers were perfectly muffled, how the diaper could come off, but not truly disappear, how not even Mew could see beyond the island with his aura. It all came together. Who else could clip the wings of Itorian other than Itorian? “How could you do this to me?” He panted, whispering in a low, rasping voice. Staring at the sand, it was as if it was twisting and swirling together, sucking him in.\n\n[i]You were too overzealous, Itorian. I had no choice but to lock you away. So what if you have some company? Do us all a favor and let go.[/i]\n\nOf course, the Itorian speaking to him should have known that Itorians don’t give up easily. What could he do to catch Itorian off-guard? An idea came to him. It was risky, but he needed to take that chance. “Very well.” He reached into his mind and willed the unthinkable. His stomach rumbled, head pounded, and he knew this was his only chance.\n\nItorian’s asshole opened wide. From it, thick, long logs shot out like a canon. It felt warm and comforting. The feeling of letting go was welcoming, but he had to focus. His diaper filled to the brink of bursting, but it defied logic and began expanding. It swelled and swelled, thrusting his legs outward. More beanbag than a diaper, he shot toward the sky, rivaling Mew’s aura-filled messy diaper. All he had to do was maintain enough of his brain to keep his plan intact.\n\nUnexpectedly, his entire body began to tingle. As he shot closer to the sky, he felt smaller and smaller. “What going on?” His speech was already deteriorating; he had to focus. Suddenly, his leg vanished into the diaper. His toes shrunk and feet extended, fingers also shrinking into small nubs on his hands. His bony body became softer as he started to resemble Mew. “I no devolve!” His blunt horns and tube connecting head to spine remained. Chest and shoulder plates shrank, becoming lost under a layer of fur and flesh.\n\nThis was it. Itorian was at level with Mew, who was still waiting for Itorian to empty his diaper. If what he theorized was accurate, He could leap out of his diaper and pull Mew out of his. Pulling the tapes away from the front, he jumped. “MewMew!” His new lighter body wasn’t taken into account. He flew farther and faster than he expected. However, Mew caught his hand, only to be pulled out of his forcefully, sending the two flying away together.\n\nThe four other dumped Pokemon watched fearfully, seeing their friends flying away. They landed on the roof of one of the huts, collapsing through the straw and falling to the sandy floor. Their friends waddled to the door. “MewMew! Ito!” Opening the door, they looked inside, the dust clearing. \n\nMew landed on top of the transformed Itorian. It would have been difficult to tell them apart by silhouette. They looked so similar now. The key differences being Itorian kept his blunt horns and maintained his color scheme. “Owwie.” Mew mumbled as he rubbed his side. “Everyting hurts.” As the dust cleared, he looked at what had happened. Some weird-looking Pokemon he had never seen before broke his fall. On top of that, they were in clean diapers again, somehow.\n\nThe weird-looking Pokemon shifted underneath Mew, prompting Mew to move. “Where is I?” It asked, looking around as it stood up again. “Where the diaps?”\n\n“Wat?” Ohsawott asked, watching the Pokemon look around frantically.\n\n“Move! I feel my brain slipping!” He ran for the door, shoving everyone aside. A couple of feet away were two gigantic diapers pressed against each other. His plan was working. Awkwardly running in its diaper made way for the gigantic diapers. \n\n[i]What are you doing?[/i] The Itorian from another universe asked angrily. [i]This was not planned![/i]\n\n“I is coming out on top.” Placing his small hands on both diapers, Itorian focused on what little brain power he had left. “Come on. Come on!” He could feel the aura teeming with life within both diapers. Reaching out with the remaining whisps of psychic power that remained with him, he took hold of the auras within the diapers. “Wast chance, Ito…” He focused. The auras began funneling into his body, a steady stream of purple aura glowing as it flowed through his arms and into his body. \n\n[i]No! It can’t be![/i]\n\nItorian ignored the shouting voice in his head. The more of both his and Mew’s Aura he sucked in, the more powerful he felt. That emptiness that he had felt for months was finally being filled. It coursed through his veins. “Yes.” He smirked. “Yes!” \n\n“Wat it doing?” Eevee asked worriedly.\n\n“He doing it.” Mew sat there with wide, sparkly eyes. “GO ITO!”\n\n“Dat’s Ito?” Pichu asked, pointing to the miscolored clone of Mew. “No way.” \n\n“I no know wat he doing,” Rio sat on his padded butt.\n\n“He finding a way out,” Mew shouted excitedly, jumping up and down. “Go, Ito go!” The lot of them began cheering him on, not fully understanding what was happening.\n\nHalf of Itorian’s body was engulfed in a purple aura, slowly consuming him. His plan was working, and his friends were there to cheer him on.\n\n[i]You shall not escape your pocket dimension, Itorian.[/i]\n\n“Wanna bet, meanie head?” He hated how regressed his language had become, but sacrifices had to be made. The auras were nearly absorbed now. His power level had doubled now that he had both his and Mew’s power at his disposal.\n\n[i]You have forced my hand. [/i]\n\nImmediately, a flash of purple light blinded him. The Itorian from the other dimension, the one that had trapped them, teleported to the pocket dimension. A swift kick to Ito’s chest sent him flying backward, spiraling out of control. He stood there with his dick at full mast, aroused by the idea of eradicating a pest. \n\n“Another Ito?!” Mew shouted from behind a hut. The others hid as well, not wanting to catch the gaze of this new, scarier-looking Itorian.\n\nWith his telepathy, Irotian continued to speak to Ito.[i] I should have done this myself months ago.[/i] Ito, however, did not land on the ground. He stopped his momentum midair and crossed his arms. [i]WHAT?![/i]\n\n“Too late, me.” Ito crossed his arms, smirking, looking as tough as possible, which wasn’t much at all. A short Mewtwo, morphed to resemble Mew, and wearing a poofy diaper, could only look so tough. “Take a look.” He pointed to the diapers with his tail. \n\nItorian grasped them, checking for any traces of Auras. [i]That’s impossible! How did you absorb all of it?[/i]\n\n“You know how.” Ito lowered his arms. “I’m Itorian.” His eyebrows furrowed, and the smirk disappeared. Without warning, he zoomed toward Itorian. With a gasp, Ito clutched a tiny hand around his throat. “Now, your power is mine.” He absorbed Itorian’s aura and psychic abilities with the power of a black hole. Itorian’s body glowed with purple light, its radiance slowly fading. Ito’s body, however, absorbed the aura only adding to his power. \n\nItorian struggled in vain. [i]There are others. You know that well![/i] Itorian opened his mouth to speak, “Pest.”\n\n“Let them come.” Ito released his grasp on Itorian, who fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He landed and glared at Itorian. “But first,” he placed his hand on Itorian’s purple underbelly. In mere seconds, a bright flash of light flashed across the area. Once it faded, Itorian was gone. In its place, a clone of Ito—another off-colored Mew. A massive diaper with a purple underbelly and pink rescue team badge print covered its lower body. “You’ll go say hello first.”\n\nThe new Ito blinked, still partially blinded by the flash. “O’tay!”\n\n“And,” the original Ito continued, pressing his hand to the clone’s head. “Anyone you touch will become just like you.” He bestowed the necessary powers unto his clone.\n\n“O’tay!”\n\n“Now, go say hi to the Council of Legendaries for me.”\n\n“O’tay!” The clone teleported away.\n\n“Ito?” The dumped Pokemon emerged from behind the huts, cautiously approaching. Oshawott dared to speak, “Wat was dat?”\n\nIto sighed. “It was a meanie from another dimension that came to stop us from escaping.” He said this calmly as could be. “But I stopded him and made him our friend.”\n\n“We safe?” Rio inquired.\n\n“We safe.” Ito spread his arms out. “Huggies?” Everyone cheered and they huddled together for a group hug. “From now on, I takes care of us.”\n\n“Where other Ito go?” Mew asked nervously.\n\n“Other Ito is saying hi to legendary friends. We’ll have friends everywhere.\n\nPichu suddenly broke the moment with a loud [i]gurgle[/i] as his diaper exploded in size. He wasn’t able to stand anymore. “Uhh… Ito?”\n\nIto bent his knees and let his own mess shoot from his rear, filling his diaper to the brim as well. Everyone else followed suit, the group now resting on their filled diapers like bean bags. There wasn’t any worry about losing themselves or auras anymore. Ito could keep both his and Mew’s aura without losing it. They could all have fun on the island while messing their diapers as much as they wanted. \n\nIto wondered how it was going with Clone Ito and the Council of Legendaries. Maybe he’d find out soon?", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Itorian’s Diaper Disaster


“Master Itorian! Master Itorian!” A voice echoed through the hallway as a maid ran through them. The Furret had a loose maid dress that flowed behind her as he ran, his bulge bobbing up and down underneath the dress as he ran. In his hands was a package wrapped in yellow paper and purple ribbons. He stumbled into the main chamber. It had changed since he had been there last. It resembled more of a nightclub now. The purple neon lights lined the walls, illuminating the place in a soft glow. A fully stocked bar in the center of the room, but it was only for show, as Lord Itorian never drank such libations. Three stripper poles stood against the south-facing wall, two of which were currently used by a pair of Snivys. Master Itorian sat in a comfortable chair in front of the poles, stroking his lengthy and powerful dick, the Snivys providing ample entertainment for his pleasure session. Dance music played through speakers, the bass reverberating through the floor.

“Master Itorian!” The Furret ran toward him.

However, he was stopped by two Pokemon thrusting their arms in her way. “Hold it, maid.” The Dewott had an hourglass figure with a bust to rival the Snivys on the stripper poles. Her thighs could smash a watermelon between their thicc, powerful size, and her ass cheeks could often be seen bouncing on Master Itorian’s dick. Meanwhile, the Espeon was a fit femboy. Powerful muscles across his legs gave rivals pause, until they gazed upon his upper body. Slim and feminine, he was an anomaly. Enough power to kick opponents into next year, but feminine charms to woo them into a false sense of security. Bright, sparkling eyes attracted anyone who gazed into them.

“What’s in your hand, maid #74?” Espeon asked, placing hands on his hips. His red gem glowed on his forehead.

“We received a package from an unknown benefactor. They told me to bring it to Master Itorian right away.”

“Let me inspect it.” Espeon closed his eyes, the gem glowing brighter. A frustrated expression came across his feminine face. “I’m having trouble seeing what this gift could be. Something is preventing me from seeing it with my psyche vision.”

“You idiot!” Dewott snatched the gift from the maid’s hands. “What have we told you about random gifts? You call us to inspect the Pokemon first!” Itorian paused his jerking and glimpsed in the direction of the scene. “What if there was a bomb in this? Another Pokemon waiting to pop out of it?” Dewott paused as a hand was placed on her shoulder. She quivered, knowing the feeling of the hand that touched her. “Master Itorian!” Dewott turned to face her master. “I apologize, Master Itorian. We didn’t mean to interrupt your pleasure session with the Snivy Twins.”

Itorian only looked at the group with a stern gaze, saying nothing. Suddenly, the gift hovered from the maid’s hands and into his. “Are you sure, Master Itorian? It could be dangerous.” Espeon clasped his hands as if begging. “If anything happened to you because we failed to-“

“Worry not,” Itorian spoke calmly. “I sense a familiarity in this package.” He glared at the gift in his one hand as if analyzing it. “Sometimes, surprise is the spice of life.” There was something about this gift that urked him.  Was it the fact that Espeon couldn’t sense its contents? Could it be that a powerful psychic type sent it, and they placed a block on it? “Or maybe it was so simple that great minds such as he and Espeon could not detect it, only due to thinking too highly of it? Either way, the package must be opened to inspect the contents.

“Very well.” Dewott reached for her shells at her thighs. “I’m ready.”

Using his abilities, he pulled the ribbon elegantly away from the package. The lid flew off, gently floating to the floor. Inside the package was a Pokeball. This wasn’t unusual. Occasionally, he would receive new minions or enemies inside a Pokeball sent to him by someone who responded to a hit he had put out. This one, in particular, though, was odd. This Pokeball was unique rather than the usual design of a standard, great, or ultra ball. Swirled blue and pink colors with the black seal across the middle and white button in the center.

“Oh, has someone responded to another hit?” Espeon wiggled her rear excitedly. “Who was it this time?”

“I bet someone finally caught that damn Blaziken that’s been breaking into our warehouses.” Dewott crossed her arms, squishing her breasts into her torso.

The ball hovered inches above Itorian’s hand. Something was off about this Pokeball. It wasn’t the color; Pokemon tended to customize them nowadays. There was an energy coming off of it. A very similar energy. Despite his better judgment, Itorian pressed the button in the center, opening the ball. Instantly, a sparkling, white smoke billowed from it, filling the room. The ball seemed to have an infinite amount, as their legs were quickly covered with it. The maid, who had remained present, began coughing. The shortest of the bunch, he received the strongest blast of the smoke, pouring directly into his lungs. “Master *cough* Itorian…” He fell, his furry body thudding on the tiled floor.

“Lock down the doors!” Dewott shouted as she jumped over the bar, knocking over several glasses. “Open the vents!” She pressed a button behind the bar, and sliding doors sealed all entrances to the club. Espeon held out his hands as his gem glowed. Vents above the windows slid open. “Master Itorian! Grab the twins, I’ll…” Dewott suddenly grew faint, “I’ll grab…” She fell behind the bar.

Espeon wasn’t faring any better. Diving for the Furret maid, he lunged for Master Itorina, the only time that he dared to touch him without his permission. He ran for the windows, hoping the excess weight would shatter them, but he didn’t make it. The three of them slammed to the floor as his legs gave out. The Snivy twins continued dancing as if in a trance, unaware of the situation, until they, too, fell to the floor.

“It cannot be…” Itorian held out a hand, reaching in vain for the lever that opened the windows. His energy was drained, thanks to the smoke. Consciences left him.




It was hot. Sweat made Itorian’s fur glisten. With a groan, he rose to his knees. It was too bright for him to see anything. He dove into his psychic ability to gain his bearings and analyze his surroundings. There was nothing in the immediate area. Currently he sat in a large grassy field on top of a hill. The sun was in the center of the sky, the hottest part of the day. On top of that, he was surrounded by water wherever he was! As far as his psychic vision could see, anyway. The smoke must have had something to do with this, but what?

Itorian carefully rose to his feet but found it difficult to keep his legs together, nor could he hover as he liked. The gems on his collar were even cracked. Looking down at his body, he nearly fell to the ground. A thick, patterned, poofy diaper was wrapped around his legs. The front of the diaper was pink with rescue team badges printed across it, and the rear of it was as purple as his tail. “This is unpleasant.” Forgoing his psychic abilities, he grasped it and pulled it off. A new diaper reappeared around his waist; the one he ripped off remained in his hand. He groaned. “Very well.” He tossed the old diaper away and carefully waddled down the hill in the island's center as he couldn’t float above the ground. All the while, he kept his senses tuned for anyone else.

The island itself seemed to be tropical. Dense clusters of palm trees filled the forest areas. He didn’t see any wildlife but plenty of small insects. They buzzed around him as he waddled through the thick, tall grass. Hours passed. He reached the shore of the island. Itorian paused and watched the waves, his body sinking into the sand. The constant crashing of the waves calmed him and steadied him for this sudden change. The cold water rushing over the shore brought him back to reality, though.

Auras appeared in his psychic range. Itorian darted to his left, waddling as fast as he could. More auras appeared the closer he got. Two at first, then three, now five! Could it be the other five Pokemon from his mansion? If only he could hover! Waddling in the sand was taking much longer than waddling through the tall grass.

As Itorian got closer, he could see structures. Small huts, seeming the size of one occupant, littered the island's eastern side. The auras were around him now, but he couldn’t see any of them. He reached out to them. Where are you? Come to me. Immediately, doors from five huts burst open, and out waddled four Pokemon. Excitedly, they surrounded him with mixed emotions of happiness and concern. None of them were familiar to him, yet they seemed to know him. They all shared a diaper like he had, but larger, and there were signs of use.

“Master Itorian!” An Oshawott bounced up and down on a slightly doggy diaper. Rescue team badges were printed across hers as well.

“We thought you were lost!” An Eevee stared at him with large, glittering eyes. A diaper dragged behind her, also used.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?! A Riolu pointed an accusatory finger at Itorian. His feet barely touched the ground.

“You have a lot of nerve coming back after what you did!” Pichu glared and sparked as he sat on his diaper like a beanbag.

Itorian dove into their minds, not one for awkward conversations. These four were his servants at the nightclub. The smoke made his bodyguards devolve. As with the Pichu and Riolu, it had also undone his transformation to their bodies. “I see. Where is the fifth?”

“Hey, Itorian!” From another hut emerged a Mew. Much like the others he had encountered across the multiverses, this Mew was cheery as ever. The key difference with this one is that this Mew had a large, pink diaper on his body. It was struggling to maintain its distance from the ground. “Long time, no see.” As I feared, Itorian thought. The Furret maid that brought the gift was that maid. “Did you do all this?” Itorian shook his head.

“Is this where you kept Mew?” Riolu rolled forward onto his feet, his diaper dragging behind him as he slowly trudged toward Itorian. “You kept Mew here so everyone forgot about him, didn’t you?” His angered expression was on the verge of exploding into fury. “Well, we found him! And when we get back, we’re gonna tell everyone what you did!”

“Let’s calm down!” Eevee bounded in between Itorian and Riolu, his diaper bouncing as it hit the ground. “Master Itorian did not send us here; it was that smoke!”

“You’re one of his cronies! I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

“Try it then.” Eevee bent his four legs, expecting Riolu to pounce on him. The diaper weighed him down; otherwise, Riolu would have the instant he was challenged.

“Hey, fellas. That’s enough.” Mew floated over, landing to the side of them. “Itorian didn’t do anything.” He grasped the two with psychic energy, keeping them apart. “I just,” he paused, thinking of how exactly to word it, “took a surprise vacation.”

“Wait a second.” Oshawott bounced over to them, the diaper crinkling as it was used as a mode of transport. “Where’s the Furret Maid?” Mew blushed. “No… did Master Itorian’s magic get you?”

“Accidentally.” He released Riolu and Eevee. “But first thing’s first. We have to get off this island.”

“Piiii…” The group paused and turned. Pichu, already immobile from his diaper, was filling it more. The group watched as his diaper filled, growing darker with mush. “It’s getting harder to hold it.”

The group looked at their diapers, worrying about using them again. Itorian, however, being the only one who hadn’t used his diaper yet, didn’t worry. As much as it pleased him to see the rebel Pichu in a tight spot, it was not ideal for the current situation. Reaching out with his psychic ability, he grasped the mess in Pichu’s diaper, and with a snap, it vanished. Pichu fell to his padded rear. “There.”

Riolu glared at Itorian. “Don’t think you can woo us over. Did you forget why we infiltrated your ca-“

“Thank you!” Pichu ran up to Itorian and hugged his leg. “I thought I’d be stuck there forever.”

Riolu drew breath through his nose sharply. “Again. Don’t think you’ll fool us.” He dragged his diapered butt closer, snagged Pichu, and waddled away to the huts. “Come on, we to find a way out.” To spite him, Itorian snapped his fingers, instantly relieving Riolu of his massive load. “GAH! I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” The two waddled away to their huts, slamming the door.

“So, what now, Itorian?” Mew turned to him.

“We find a method of escape.”




Weeks passed. Itorian made several attempts to contact any other Pokemon with his psychic abilities. Even trapping himself in a hut, focusing his mind, and locking everyone out didn’t do the trick. Whoever had sent them here knew exactly how to clip his wings.

The others weren’t faring any better either. Pichu and Riolu put themselves on foraging duty and constantly brought back fruits for the group to eat. The two tried everything they could to establish contact with the outside world as well. With Riolu’s psychic abilities dampened, the best he could do was levitate objects and detect auras nearby. Itorian still had superior power.

Riolu came running back from a foraging trip. “It’s Pichu!” He held a bundle of bananas and coconuts in his arms, tossing them into the spare hut they used as storage. “He’s acting funny!” Itorian awkwardly ran over, his diaper half full. Everyone gathered around. “I don’t know what happened. One moment, he stopped to take a bathroom break, filled his diaper to the brim, and then he was acting stupid!”

“Hold on,” he walked forward, sashaying his hips. “what’s happening?”

“I just told you!” He pounded his fist. “He’s, acting, dumb.”

“Where is he then?” Oshawott asked urgently.

“His diaper was so big I couldn’t even drag him.”

“Very well.” Itorian ran, sensing Pichu’s presence only a mile away. Everyone followed as best they could, but their smaller legs couldn’t keep up. Riolu was the closest, his athletic body allowing him to stay moving for hours on end.

There was Pichu bouncing up and down on a massive diaper, towering over all of them. Itorian froze; even his stern eyes went wide. How could such a small creature have so much waste in its body? Riolu caught up, huffing and puffing. Running at full speed with a half-full diaper was not easy. He nearly fainted when he saw the size of Pichu’s diaper. “HOW DID YOU GET BIGGER?!” It was easily twice as tall as Itorian.

“Pii like my diapee.” Pichu happily bounced up and down on the mountain of waste.

Itorian placed a hand on the diaper. Its warmth was pleasant, but the smell was off-putting. Could he clear this much at once from a diaper with his limited powers? Something caught him off guard. Something he failed to see before. Within all the hot mush in the diaper was an intense aura. He could sense the very being of Pichu within the diaper. Throughout the diaper, strands of Pichu’s soul were scattered in high density. “Riolu, come.”

“What? I’m not touching that.” Itorian glared at him. “Fine.” Shuddering in disgust, he placed a hand on his friend’s massive diaper. Within seconds, his eyes widened. “No…” His jaw dropped, realization hitting him. “Is he,” he didn’t know how to say it, “shitting his soul away?”

“Yes, and we are unable to replace it.” Itorian placed both hands on the diaper. The others caught up to them and saw that the two were touching the massive diaper with Pichu still on top of it. Riolu removed his hand and explained it to them, holding back his tears.

“You mean to say,” Mew said hovering over, touching it for himself, “his aura and soul were removed through his mess?” He closed his eyes to sense it for himself. “Arceus above…”

“We can’t leave him like that,” Oshawott said, covering his eyes as she strained to see Pichu atop the mountainous diaper. “Do you have to change him?”

“Yes,” Itorian said calmly.

“NO!” Riolu shouted. “I won’t let you! You’ll practically kill him!”

“Hold on,” Mew said, floating to Riolu. He landed in front of him. “He won’t be dead. But he won’t be the same.” Riolu’s head was down, hiding his emotions. “And if this fate has hit your friend, then I fear this fate awaits us all.” Mew placed both paws on his shoulders. “You may change him, Itorian.”

“NOOOO!” Riolu screamed but was held in place by Mew, using his psychic power.

Itorian placed his hands on the diaper once more. He had no attachment to Pichu. This would not effect him in the slightest. Coursing his psychic powers through the diaper, he sent the mess away to another dimension. Instantly, the diaper snapped to regular size, and Pichu fell from the sky, landing on his padded rear.

“Pii!” He stood up, wobbling from the drop. “Yay! I is clean!”

“Pichu!” Riolu ran for his friend and partner. “Are you alright?”

“I is good, Rio.” He cocked his head. “Why are eyes wet?” Riolu wiped his face, unable to respond as he held back sobs. All he could do was throw his arms around Pichu.

“Let’s give them some time,” Mew suggested as he started floating away. “Itorian, let’s talk when we get back. This is a situation.” The group turned and gave the two privacy.




Time continued to pass with no hope of escape. Riolu was completely different after the near loss of Pichu. He was more protective than ever, making sure everyone was ok. He refused to use his diaper as well, afraid that one wrong release would lead to him losing his mind as well. That didn’t stop everyone from messing their diapers, though. Itorian and Mew couldn’t think of a way to prevent this from happening to anyone else, as their powers were muffled differently. They could tell it was a gradual change, but they didn’t know what caused the ‘Brain Dump’ as they referred to it.

One morning, Eevee woke everyone with a fright as his entire house exploded. Everyone ran out of their houses to find that Eevee had Brain Dumped. So, the castaways lost another one. It was all lost on Eevee, of course. To him, it was all fun and games. He and Pichu, rather, Vee and Pii, were having the time of their lives. They were able to mess their diapers with reckless abandon, be doted on, and have no care in the world.

It wasn’t long before Oshawott joined them. She was helping Riolu forage for food rather than Pichu, who had proved to be more of a hindrance in his new state. As the two came back, Oshawott froze in place; his face stuck in a derpy expression. His diaper rumbled and exploded in size. Riolu screamed and hid behind a hut, experiencing a comrade Brain Dump a second time. He stayed in his hut for a few days after that, trying to recover from the mental trauma. Having the Brain Dumped members try to visit him only made it worse.

“Itorian.” Mew approached Itorian one day after being changed. “It’s only a matter of time before we fall victim, you know?” Itorian grunted in agreement. “One can only wonder what cruel being would do this.” Mew sat up, now unable to hover above the ground. He had to constantly walk on the edges of his feet due to his diaper being so large. “I want you to know something, alright?” He turned, a big smile on his face. “I’m not mad at you for anything. It’s not your fault I found that duster.” Itorian considered his words silently. “Besides, I’m willing to bet you treated me well as a maid.”

“You were my best one,” Itorian said with a smirk. He remembered how many of the Furret Maids in his mansion failed to take heed of the small details. However, Furret Maid #74 always paid attention. He knew all the ins and outs of being Itorian’s maid.

“That’s what I thought.” Mew giggled.

A rumble sounded, shaking the ground. The two of them knew exactly what it was right away. “Riolu!” Mew shouted as he ran out of the house. One of the huts was now in pieces. Riolu sat on top of an inflating diaper in the middle of the rubble, and it was only getting bigger. The three brain-dumped Pokemon were staring at Riolu and cheering, watching him go higher and higher like it was a carnival ride. Mew and Itorian knew better, though. Riolu reached Pichu's size when he brain-dumped and continued to create the largest diaper of the three so far. Higher and wider. They could only watch. Riolu gurgled with delight as he soared to the sky, his mind already gone.

They watched as he soared and soared, reaching double the size of Pichu, the ground rumbling continuously. Finally, the diaper stopped filling. The stink of used diapers surrounded them, more potent than ever before. “WHOA! RIO, YOU SO BIG!” Pichu shouted loudly so Riolu could hear. If Riolu did hear him, they didn’t hear him shouting back.

“Think you can do it?” Mew asked as he stood there, craning his head back, trying to see the top.

Itorian nodded and waddled forward. Placing both hands on the massive diaper, he focused his energy on shifting all of Riolu’s mess and aura out of this dimension. His eyebrows furrowed as the purple light surrounded his hands. Rather than disappearing immediately, it took a minute. That was not a good sign. However, after the delay, Riolu’s diaper emptied and he fell to the ground, caught by the three previously brain-dumped Pokemon.

“Tanks, Ito!” Riolu waddled over and clutched Itorian’s leg, not letting go. The other three followed suit, going for his other leg and arms.

Groaning, Itorian allowed them to hug him. Mew laughed. “Seems you have a fan club now, Itorian.” He jokingly wondered when he’d be joining, but a nagging voice in the back of his head told him it wouldn’t be long.




Now that everyone but the two psychic Pokemon had brain-dumped, Itorian and Mew were doing everything themselves. They tried partnering up with one of the ‘dumped’ as they referred to them now, but they were often a distraction and required constant maintenance. Instead, they locked them in one of the huts while they went out to forage, get water, or any other task that required them to be away from the village.

Itorian and Mew returned that day with loads of bananas. Dumping them into the food hut, they opened the hut that contained their four friends. They poured out of the door, spilling over themselves. “Ito’s back! MewMew!” Their diapers had been filled once more, leaving the hut smelling like something died inside. One by one, Itorian touched each of their diapers and focused on clearing it out. It had become harder and harder as the weeks went by. It took longer to empty their diapers now. It didn’t help either that once you’ve been dumped, you lost all control of your bowels completely, and didn’t even know you were messing your diaper until you couldn’t walk anymore.

“Tank you, Ito!” Oshawott gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Wuv you!” She ran off, blushing, only to fall on her face. Pichu came to her aid.

“We can’t keep this up, Itorian.” Mew looked exhausted. He fell into his diaper, using it as a seat. “Sometimes I envy them, you know that?” Itorian gazed with worry at Mew, then at the four dumped Pokemon. They were holding hands, spinning in a circle. “Not a care in the world. What’s gonna happen when we get dumped?”

“That won’t happen.” Itorian said as he placed his hand on Mew’s diaper, seeing it needed to be changed. “We will find a way off this island.”

“It’s been months, Itorian!” Mew shouted, flailing his arms. “We still don’t know who sent us here!”

“Remain positive, Mew.” Itorian sighed. “If a Legendary Pokemon caves in, what hope do they have?”

“They don’t care.” Mew stood, interrupting Itorian’s cleaning. “It’s a lost cause at this point.” That nagging voice told him it was too late now. His stomach grumbled violently, visibly shaking. “Oh no.” Itorian sprung to action. He Grasped Mew’s head, focusing on preventing any of his aura from funneling through his body and into his diaper. His hands glowed brighter than they ever have these past weeks, pouring all of his energy into preventing Mew from dumping. “It-ori-an,” Mew said weakly. “It’s, too late.”

“Focus, Mew!” He grasped Mew’s skull so tightly that he left circular imprints on his temple. “We are the only ones left.” Mew reached for Itorian’s wrists, weakly grasping them. Itorian stopped, his aura disappearing. With a final wink, Mew shut his eyes, finally at ease. Calm. A wet, sloppy noise sounded from inside his diaper. Exploding in size, Mew rocketed into the air.

The four dumped Pokemon stopped dancing as a shadow covered them. “Wat dat?” Eevee asked.

“It MewMew!” Riolu shouted.

Itorian fell to his knees, exhausted from his efforts to prevent Mew from dumping. Sweat made his fur glisten in the sunlight. He panted heavily. “Have I always been this weak?” He pounded the sandy ground beneath him, grains sticking to his wet fur. Mew called from atop his diaper, wanting to be assisted. Mew slowly, feebly, placed a hand on the diaper and tried to disperse the mess to another dimension. He could feel the diaper reducing, but only bits at a time. It would take forever at this rate.

You are a tough one, Itorian.

The voice echoed in his mind. It wasn’t his, but it was.

You have lasted longer than I expected. I should have known better. You are me, after all.

“Who are you?”

Has the exhaustion clouded your mind? The voice sounded arrogant. I am the one who punished you. I am the one who sent you to this pocket dimension. It paused for a brief moment. I am Itorian.

Everything started to make sense now; How his powers were perfectly muffled, how the diaper could come off, but not truly disappear, how not even Mew could see beyond the island with his aura. It all came together. Who else could clip the wings of Itorian other than Itorian? “How could you do this to me?” He panted, whispering in a low, rasping voice. Staring at the sand, it was as if it was twisting and swirling together, sucking him in.

You were too overzealous, Itorian. I had no choice but to lock you away. So what if you have some company? Do us all a favor and let go.

Of course, the Itorian speaking to him should have known that Itorians don’t give up easily. What could he do to catch Itorian off-guard? An idea came to him. It was risky, but he needed to take that chance. “Very well.” He reached into his mind and willed the unthinkable. His stomach rumbled, head pounded, and he knew this was his only chance.

Itorian’s asshole opened wide. From it, thick, long logs shot out like a canon. It felt warm and comforting. The feeling of letting go was welcoming, but he had to focus. His diaper filled to the brink of bursting, but it defied logic and began expanding. It swelled and swelled, thrusting his legs outward. More beanbag than a diaper, he shot toward the sky, rivaling Mew’s aura-filled messy diaper.  All he had to do was maintain enough of his brain to keep his plan intact.

Unexpectedly, his entire body began to tingle. As he shot closer to the sky, he felt smaller and smaller. “What going on?” His speech was already deteriorating; he had to focus. Suddenly, his leg vanished into the diaper. His toes shrunk and feet extended, fingers also shrinking into small nubs on his hands. His bony body became softer as he started to resemble Mew. “I no devolve!” His blunt horns and tube connecting head to spine remained. Chest and shoulder plates shrank, becoming lost under a layer of fur and flesh.

This was it. Itorian was at level with Mew, who was still waiting for Itorian to empty his diaper. If what he theorized was accurate, He could leap out of his diaper and pull Mew out of his. Pulling the tapes away from the front, he jumped. “MewMew!” His new lighter body wasn’t taken into account. He flew farther and faster than he expected. However, Mew caught his hand, only to be pulled out of his forcefully, sending the two flying away together.

The four other dumped Pokemon watched fearfully, seeing their friends flying away. They landed on the roof of one of the huts, collapsing through the straw and falling to the sandy floor. Their friends waddled to the door. “MewMew! Ito!” Opening the door, they looked inside, the dust clearing.

Mew landed on top of the transformed Itorian. It would have been difficult to tell them apart by silhouette. They looked so similar now. The key differences being Itorian kept his blunt horns and maintained his color scheme. “Owwie.” Mew mumbled as he rubbed his side. “Everyting hurts.” As the dust cleared, he looked at what had happened. Some weird-looking Pokemon he had never seen before broke his fall. On top of that, they were in clean diapers again, somehow.

The weird-looking Pokemon shifted underneath Mew, prompting Mew to move. “Where is I?” It asked, looking around as it stood up again. “Where the diaps?”

“Wat?” Ohsawott asked, watching the Pokemon look around frantically.

“Move! I feel my brain slipping!” He ran for the door, shoving everyone aside. A couple of feet away were two gigantic diapers pressed against each other. His plan was working. Awkwardly running in its diaper made way for the gigantic diapers.

What are you doing? The Itorian from another universe asked angrily. This was not planned!

“I is coming out on top.” Placing his small hands on both diapers, Itorian focused on what little brain power he had left. “Come on. Come on!” He could feel the aura teeming with life within both diapers. Reaching out with the remaining whisps of psychic power that remained with him, he took hold of the auras within the diapers. “Wast chance, Ito…” He focused. The auras began funneling into his body, a steady stream of purple aura glowing as it flowed through his arms and into his body.

No! It can’t be!

Itorian ignored the shouting voice in his head. The more of both his and Mew’s Aura he sucked in, the more powerful he felt. That emptiness that he had felt for months was finally being filled. It coursed through his veins. “Yes.” He smirked. “Yes!”

“Wat it doing?” Eevee asked worriedly.

“He doing it.” Mew sat there with wide, sparkly eyes. “GO ITO!”

“Dat’s Ito?” Pichu asked, pointing to the miscolored clone of Mew. “No way.”

“I no know wat he doing,” Rio sat on his padded butt.

“He finding a way out,” Mew shouted excitedly, jumping up and down. “Go, Ito go!” The lot of them began cheering him on, not fully understanding what was happening.

Half of Itorian’s body was engulfed in a purple aura, slowly consuming him. His plan was working, and his friends were there to cheer him on.

You shall not escape your pocket dimension, Itorian.

“Wanna bet, meanie head?” He hated how regressed his language had become, but sacrifices had to be made. The auras were nearly absorbed now. His power level had doubled now that he had both his and Mew’s power at his disposal.

You have forced my hand.

Immediately, a flash of purple light blinded him. The Itorian from the other dimension, the one that had trapped them, teleported to the pocket dimension. A swift kick to Ito’s chest sent him flying backward, spiraling out of control. He stood there with his dick at full mast, aroused by the idea of eradicating a pest.

“Another Ito?!” Mew shouted from behind a hut. The others hid as well, not wanting to catch the gaze of this new, scarier-looking Itorian.

With his telepathy, Irotian continued to speak to Ito. I should have done this myself months ago. Ito, however, did not land on the ground. He stopped his momentum midair and crossed his arms. WHAT?!

“Too late, me.” Ito crossed his arms, smirking, looking as tough as possible, which wasn’t much at all. A short Mewtwo, morphed to resemble Mew, and wearing a poofy diaper, could only look so tough. “Take a look.” He pointed to the diapers with his tail.

Itorian grasped them, checking for any traces of Auras. That’s impossible! How did you absorb all of it?

“You know how.” Ito lowered his arms. “I’m Itorian.” His eyebrows furrowed, and the smirk disappeared. Without warning, he zoomed toward Itorian. With a gasp, Ito clutched a tiny hand around his throat. “Now, your power is mine.” He absorbed Itorian’s aura and psychic abilities with the power of a black hole. Itorian’s body glowed with purple light, its radiance slowly fading. Ito’s body, however, absorbed the aura only adding to his power.

Itorian struggled in vain. There are others. You know that well! Itorian opened his mouth to speak, “Pest.”

“Let them come.” Ito released his grasp on Itorian, who fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He landed and glared at Itorian. “But first,” he placed his hand on Itorian’s purple underbelly. In mere seconds, a bright flash of light flashed across the area. Once it faded, Itorian was gone. In its place, a clone of Ito—another off-colored Mew. A massive diaper with a purple underbelly and pink rescue team badge print covered its lower body. “You’ll go say hello first.”

The new Ito blinked, still partially blinded by the flash. “O’tay!”

“And,” the original Ito continued, pressing his hand to the clone’s head. “Anyone you touch will become just like you.” He bestowed the necessary powers unto his clone.

“O’tay!”

“Now, go say hi to the Council of Legendaries for me.”

“O’tay!” The clone teleported away.

“Ito?” The dumped Pokemon emerged from behind the huts, cautiously approaching. Oshawott dared to speak, “Wat was dat?”

Ito sighed. “It was a meanie from another dimension that came to stop us from escaping.” He said this calmly as could be. “But I stopded him and made him our friend.”

“We safe?” Rio inquired.

“We safe.” Ito spread his arms out. “Huggies?” Everyone cheered and they huddled together for a group hug. “From now on, I takes care of us.”

“Where other Ito go?” Mew asked nervously.

“Other Ito is saying hi to legendary friends. We’ll have friends everywhere.

Pichu suddenly broke the moment with a loud gurgle as his diaper exploded in size. He wasn’t able to stand anymore. “Uhh… Ito?”

Ito bent his knees and let his own mess shoot from his rear, filling his diaper to the brim as well. Everyone else followed suit, the group now resting on their filled diapers like bean bags. There wasn’t any worry about losing themselves or auras anymore. Ito could keep both his and Mew’s aura without losing it. They could all have fun on the island while messing their diapers as much as they wanted.

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