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As Shifty struggles with code, Barty suggests the perfect solution, at least to him. But Shifty isn't one for forcibly being pampered, and teaches Barty a firm, and long overdue lesson. Itorian agrees, but not even he is safe from Shifty's newfound sub collecting spree. And avid readers of my work know that Puro is certainly not safe! What will come of the other three now that Shifty is on the prowl for diapered subs?!

A birthday gift for my partner in crime, fellow lewdster, and dear friend greatbignothing. I've roped him into the Realm Between the Pages, and he's making his mark on it, even if it's me doing the writing and not him.

Also featuring thatguywholikesfood and assgoredreemurr

PDF is recommended for this one: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62240822/", "writing": "Turnabout is Fair Play\n\nThe clicking and clacking of a keyboard echoed through the empty space as Shifty worked. “That’s not it either. What’s causing the error?” He scrolled up and down the file, filled to the brim with poorly put-together code. “This is the last time I volunteer to fix someone’s coding work.” It was all spaghetti! By some miraculous chance, all of it worked together, aside from one, single, code-breaking line. But where was it?\n\n\n }\n export function compressNums(base: number, ...nums: number[]) {\n let res = 0;\n let place = 0;\n for (const num of nums) {\n res += num * base ** (nums.length - place);\n place++;\n }\n return res;\n }\n export function expandNum(base: number, pos: number, num: number) {\n\nIt all seemed to fit. Even the simplest commands looked well put together! “BLAST IT!” The plush slammed his desk furiously, only to have a cute squeak sound meet his ears. “I’ll come back to this later!” He spun around in his chair and jumped out. “I need to vent.” His phone pinged, but he didn’t want to check it. If anything, he wanted to be alone. Alone with himself and his frustrations. Nothing would be better than to sit on the bed, find some good goon material, and fap for the next few hours. But… he checked his phone anyway.\n\nfitzjolt\nI can hear you struggling from my office.\nWhat’s going on?\n\nShiftingSheeps\nCoding stuff, fitz. I don’t believe you would understand if I tried to explain. I know how you are with technical things.\n\nfitzjolt\nHey now\nGive me some credit\nTry me\n\nShiftingSheeps\nAlright. You asked for it\nSo there’s a data bank that accepts groups of small-base numbers\nSay, base 2, binary, or base 8, octal\nThe numbers you put in are combined as a single number, which saves on storage space.\nNow, you don’t just want the information to be lost, so…\nOf course, there’s a way to get out what you originally put in.\nBut it’s not working!\nLet’s say I put in 1, 0, 0, 1 and press save. The four numbers are converted to “0b1001” or “9” in decimal, which is the normal number system.\nIf I go to reopen that data, I should get 1, 0, 0, 1 back out again.\nBut instead, I get 0, 1, 0, 0, 1!\nI checked the number stored in the data bank, and it turned the 9 into an 18. So I thought it might be doubling the value somewhere, but so far, I’ve found nothing to give me reason to suspect that.\nThere’s something I’m missing…\n\nfitzjolt\nOh god….\nBrain.exe has experienced an error and needs to reboot…\n\nShiftingSheeps\nNow you understand. It’s so irritating. I need a break, but I fear I don’t know if I want to goon or not. Any ideas?\n\nQuick as a whip, Barty entered his apartment, the door swinging open. He stood there, his pants already down and cock fully erect, a smirk on his face. “I have an idea.” A diaper suddenly appeared in his hand, so soft and crinkly. “Come here, you plush little,” he couldn’t think of a third word, “thing.” He entered the room uninvited.\n\nShifty knew that face. He was in a mood again. He must have PM’d Shifty during a goon session. “Oh dear, uh, Barty,” he started to say. “I don’t know if I’ve told you, but I don’t fancy forced pampering.” He backed up, hitting his bed. “I know what you’re like when you get an idea, but do listen for once.” His voice was urgent, trying to get into the mammal's head. Barty wasn’t having it. His boner was rock solid and dripping with precum. “BARTY!”\n\n“Now, now, Shifty~” Barty attempted to tease as well as Shifty did. “Let Daddy try to relieve you of your stress.” He reached the bed and pinned Shifty underneath him.\n\n“You aren’t listening to me, Barty!” There was no choice. Barty was Goon-mad!\n\nAn idea entered Shifty’s mind. “Perhaps you can help me, Barty.” He reached for Barty’s head and drew him in closer.\n\nAm I gonna make out with Shifty?! Barty asked. He drew his lips forward and closed his eyes, eager to calm his friend down with a kiss. However, what awaited him was not a kiss.\n\nInstead, it was a brilliant flash of pink and purple.\n\nEverything went blank.\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\n“...”\n\n“Wha?”\n\nBarty’s eyes opened as he found himself in a dark room of some kind. A thick, hazy purple fog surrounded him, and he could swear there was a small sound of static coming from nearby, just past the obfuscating mist.\n\n“What is this… place?”\n\nThe musclegut otter got up off the floor and walked around, though he felt… sleepy. The purple fog and the static seemed to be keeping him from fully waking, holding him somewhere between a dream and a daydream.\n\n“Hello?”\n\nBarty’s voice echoed through the space as if he’d shouted into the Grand Canyon, with no reply coming back his way. What was I doing before this? I can’t…\n\n“You wanted it so badly, didn’t you?” teased Shifty.\n\nBarty turned to face the substitution doll directly behind him, a small shock passing over the otter from the doll’s sudden appearance. Now, it was Barty who was backing away.\n\n“Oh no, you don’t.” Shifty walked forward, closing the distance to the otter and grabbing him by the shoulders. His touch carried an immense weight unlike anything Barty had felt before, and in just a few moments, Barty was pushed gently but firmly to his knees.\n\n“You can’t force me into being pampered, Barty. Not unless I give you permission.\"\n\n“But I…” Barty contested, somewhat remembering what happened now. As it turns out, he was still just as horny, too. “But I just wanted to…”\n\n“Look at me, Barty.”\n\nShifty raised a plush paw to Barty’s chin, urging him to stare in the substitution doll’s direction. Barty hesitated, still fighting for control with what little power he had here.\n\n“Look at me,” repeated Shifty, almost whispering this time, “if you want your reward.”\n\nBarty hesitated a little more before finally heeding the command. As soon as he did, a wonderful shiver traveled down his spine, somewhat calming him down. He swore it was Shifty who caused it, but he wasn’t sure. Barty’s and Shifty’s gazes were locked now, though Shifty’s eyes appeared to remain closed.\n\n“Very good~” Shifty cooed.\n\n“Now then, Barty…”\n\n“Let’s just get right to the point.”\n\nShifty leaned into the dazed otter and continued. “Answer this next one correctly, and you’ll get an even bigger reward~”\n\nBarty’s horny mind couldn’t help but be enticed by that. But what was the question? Shifty paused for a few agonizing moments before posing it.\n\n“What is it that you need before you pamper me?”\n\nBarty knew the answer. “Per…”\n\nNo, this is wrong… Barty thought to himself. He was hard as a rock; he didn’t need permission! He just needed an opportunity! And then he’d get to be pampered…\n\nWait, no, Shifty would be the one pampering.\n\nNo, no, I’d be the one getting-\n\n“What’s the matter, Barty?”\n\n“Shifty, can you…” Barty couldn’t think straight in this place. He knew he wanted something badly earlier, but what was it?\n\n“Can you… take care of me?” The words just came out. It’s not what he wanted to say, but it’s what he was thinking. It felt… right, somehow. It just felt right.\n\n“Oh? Does Barty want to wear the diaper now~?” teased the plushie.\n\n“I’ll need one thing from you first, then. You know what it is, don’t you?”\n\n“I-I do,” stuttered the sleepy otter.\n\n“Then say it~”\n\nAs Barty’s last ounce of willpower left him, and new desires overcame him, he finally gave in.\n\n“Permission.”\n\nBarty collapsed to the ground as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, completely blanking out any other thoughts. His body in the Realm Between the Pages collapsed on the bed as well, and Shifty exited his mindspace to get him ready for the next step.\n\n“There, there, Barty...”\n\n“I’ll get you all padded up in no time~”\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nIn his chambers, Itorian lay on his enormous bed. Thanks to the interdimensional nature of this realm, he could warp this space of his into whatever he desired. A sparkling clean kitchen was occupied by a latex-covered Lucaio drone that he had picked up in his travels between dimensions. The hypno-visor on his face kept him obedient as he washed the dishes, mopped the floor, or performed any other tasks that Itorian simply hated doing. The desk on the other side of the room was dirty; however, it was occupied with mugs, bowls, and other junk that shouldn’t be on a computer desk. \n\nThe bed that he rested on could easily hold himself, his three friends – Barty, Shifty, and Puro – and several clones of each of them. Purple, satin sheets cradled his rear as he rested on the perfectly soft mattress. Currently, the canopy curtains of the bed were closed, as he was mid-goon-session, and did not want to be disturbed. Not a grunt or moan escaped him as his three-fingered hands stroked his cock, mighty and long. With powers like his, he did not need a device to view pornography; he could simply imagine it. Feel it. Live it.\n\nToday’s content? Why, none other than his friends. Being dominated and turned into his clones. Puro submitted quickly, of course, the shy creature more than eager to please his master. The musclegutted otter put up somewhat of a fight, but all he needed to surrender was some sexual stimulation. What a creature of habit.\n\nHowever, he took special care with the substitution doll. Grasping the thing in his arms, he delicately lowered Shifty onto his cock and stretched the doll’s hole wider than it’d ever been stretched before. Savoring the little grunts and groans from Shifty as he slid him up and down his thick, meaty cock, he watched as he morphed and transformed, quickly becoming another furry MewTwo. The four of them started fucking each other like rabbits.\n\nItorian was close now.\n\nHe could feel it.\n\nHis member was throbbing with need.\n\nknock knock\n\nThe massive wooden doors echoed through the white room. He struggled to keep his fantasy going. He was SO CLOSE. \n\nknock knock “Itorian? It’s me.” A familiar voice spilled through the door. “There’s something you’d like to see.”\n\nA rare, ever-so-silient moan escaped Itorian’s maw. It was Shifty! Cum started spewing from his cock like a geyser. He clutched at the sheets as Shifty knocked once more. There had been more undignified moments that Shifty had walked in on, but this was certainly not one of them. \n\n“Come in,” he struggled to say without his voice wavering. The doors creaked as Shifty pushed them open. It reeked of cum and musk in the room. The stank hit Shifty’s nostrils immediately. \n\n“Am I interrupting something?” Shifty asked with a chuckle.\n\n“No, I just finished,” Itorian said behind the curtains. He panted, seeing just how badly his fur was caked with his own seed. “Hop on the bed. It’s comfier.”\n\nA crinkling sound got louder as Shifty approached. “Wait here, you naughty boy,” Shifty whispered to someone before he opened the curtain and crawled up onto the tall mattress. “Hello, ugh, Itorian,” he groaned as he reached the top. “Seems you were gooning, too.” He smirked. “Everyone’s been gooning today.”\n\n“What else is there to do?” Itorian asked. “I have my Lucario take care of everything else.” He felt how his member was getting a bit harder once more. “I mean…”\n\n“Oh, I know,” Shifty interrupted the unwarranted justification. “When I’m bored, I goon as well. But it seems Barty was going mad with it.”\n\n“Again? He needs to learn some moderation.”\n\n“... he tried to pamper me.”\n\n“Oh, oh no,” Itorian reacted, knowing full well that that wasn’t something you do to Shifty. “He didn’t know, did he?”\n\n“I don’t think he did. However, he certainly paid the price.” Shifty turned. “You can come in now.”\n\nWordlessly, the curtain opened, and Barty crawled onto the bed. Clad in nothing but a diaper, he sat down with his legs spread out and waited obediently for orders from his master. Pink and purple swirls filled his eyes, his mouth drooling mindlessly.\n\nItorian looked at the otter with concern. “Barty?” He didn’t respond.\n\n“Shifty, what have you done?”\n\n“Oh, nothing~” Shifty smiled. “I simply taught him a thing or two about consent and what happens when you don’t get it~” He reached for the diaper around the otter’s waist and pushed his nubby hands into it. The crinkles bounced around the curtains. Barty moaned submissively. “What did we learn, Barty?”\n\nTo always ask permission when wanting lewd.\n\nBarty replied so swiftly with a silly tone that Itorian was taken aback. “Wow…” Itorian was impressed. “How did you manage to do that?” He analyzed Barty with an inquisitive eye. “He never listens when he wants lewd.” The swirling patterns in his eyes attracted his attention. “Did you,” he paused, “hypnotize him?”\n\nShifty sighed. “I did indeed.” He climbed onto the bed, standing no taller than Itorian or Barty was when sitting up. “Isn't he a cutie?” He pet Barty, running his nubbed hand through the otter's spiked hair. “Who's an obedient bab? Yes, you are.” Barty held his chin out for scritchies. “Good boy.”\n\n“Hold on a second.” Itorian held up his three fingered hand. “I don't usually ask this, but did he consent to this?”\n\nShifty gazed in his direction giving a knowing look. Impressive without any open eyes. “What do you think?” His face shifted to a smirk. “Sometimes, one needs to learn a lesson the hard way, Itorian. Besides, he writes noncon and dubcon all the time. He's clearly into it.”\n\n“Barty is into everything!” Itorian exclaimed. “And I don't think it counts if he's hypnotized. It's like asking a drunk if he wants to bungee jump. They'll agree to anything!”\n\nShifty's trademark three note chuckle. “Sure it counts. Especially if he learns what consent is. This silly boy loves to just force himself on us because he's the master of this universe.” Itorian stared at Barty, whose eyes looked blank. “His mistake for giving us control, right?” Ito crossed his arms sternly. He had a habit of becoming the father of the group. All he needed as a button up and keys jingling from a carabiner on his belt loop. The look he gave was powerful. When his eyes started to glow, you knew you fucked up. Shifty, however, didn't care. “Besides, this is all fiction.” He turned to face you, the reader. “Just a story. It doesn't matter.”\n\n“It does matter! Don't you use that as an excuse!” Itorian kept his gaze locked on the stuffie. Usually he would agree. Fiction was fiction, but not when it came to his friends. “This is noncon.”\n\n“Let's prove it then.” Shifty returned his gaze to Itorian. “Why don't you join him and see if you can break free as you wish? Just look at me for a second, wouldn’t you?”\n\n“NO!” Itorian teleported away with a brilliant flash of purple light. \n\nShifty turned to Barty. “Stay here while I find him, won’t you?” Barty nodded slowly. He kept nodding as Shifty vanished in a puff of red, demonic smoke. He started kneading the front of his diaper, moaning and begging for release.\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nThe flow of words came to an end. Puro watched as Barty’s cursor remained stagnant on the Google Doc. “Did he fall asleep or something?” He had been working on this particular story for weeks and was more than eager to be done with it. It had even backed up the flow of work that Puro had! He waited for the last bit to be done, but all progress had suddenly stopped. “What’s going on?”\n\nPuro stood up and sauntered over to the fridge. “Maybe he’s taking a short break.” Pulling a burrito from the bottom freezer, he pulled it from the plastic wrapping and shoved it into the microwave. “Maybe I should go upstairs?” He had been down there for a few weeks now, only occasionally stepping outside to take in some fresh... void, since that’s what was outside instead of air. Barty had come down to see how things were going, but he hadn’t left at all. “Yeah, I probably should.” He thought about it for a while. “But I don’t wanna bug him if he’s sleeping.” \n\nWhat if he isn’t, though? He’s not gonna be mad. He’d be happy to see me. Probably give me a hug and… maybe nuzzle me into his chest and… god, his scent… \n\nHe was getting as hot as the burrito in the nuker behind him. \n\nSuddenly, a purple flash filled the room. “PURO!” He turned around. There was Itorian, frantically breathing and looking around. Puro screamed. “Puro, there’s trouble.”\n\n“Huh?” Puro backed against his fridge. “What are you-?”\n\nA flash of red and Shifty suddenly appeared. “Hello, Puro.” He wrapped his arms around Itorian. “Don’t mind us, we’re playing Teleport Tag.”\n\n“Don’t listen to-!” \n\nFOOM\n\nThe two vanished.\n\n“What… just happened?” \n\n…\n\nbeeeeeep. beeeeeep. beeeeeep.\n\nPuro’s food was ready.\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nBack in Itorian’s room, the two friends slammed onto the bed. Barty was unperturbed, continuing to massage the front of his diaper like a needy diaperslut. His voice was far louder than it would usually be, moaning, eager to cum if Shifty allowed it.\n\n“What’s wrong, Itorian?” Shifty asked, pinning the MewTwo to the bed. “You’re so jittery.”\n\n“I know what you're trying to do, Shifty!” Itorian shouted. “I’m not as gullible as he is!” He pointed to the otter on the bed, pleasuring himself with his diaper.\n\n“Oh no, you’re absolutely not,” Shifty replied honestly. “That’s why I asked. Consent, right?” His body got heavier. No matter how Itorian squirmed or wriggled, he couldn’t escape. “Barty did gift me with the powers over this realm of his. I said I wouldn’t use it for evil, but,”\n\nHe sighed. “Let’s not be dramatic. Not evil per se, but just my own nefarious desires.” He stared at Itorian as violet tentacles sprouted from his back and wrapped around Itorian's torso, all wet and slimy. They started to glow. \n\nItorian groaned as it felt like his energy was being drained. “You’re no better than Barty,” Itorian smirked. \n\nShifty let out his trademark three-note chuckle. “I suppose if you rile me up enough.” He leaned forward, whispering into Itorian’s earholes. “I do believe you have. You can’t even teleport anymore.” His body was ripped apart, down the middle to reveal the mass of tentacles that made up the demonic being’s body. The horrendous sound that was released for that short time was unlike anything Itorian had heard during his journeys through dimensions. It re-formed; a black and red body, several times larger than his original vessel. A long, red stream of hair held together by a light blue orb at the end. The pointed face was laced with red along the eyes and mouth like stage makeup. “Trickery is my specialty, after all.”\n\n“Not fair,” Itorian claimed. “Using that form to toy with me.”\n\n“But don’t you like Zoroark?” The voice teased. “You’re the one who came up with it. Had our good friend here write it.” He gestured with his head toward Barty, who was still gooning with his diaper, heeding them not. “I rather enjoyed the idea.”\n\n“This is getting far too meta for my tastes, thank you,” Itorian complained.\n\n“Let’s consent, damn you!” The tentacles that protruded from Shifty’s back squeezed Itorian. He had no choice now. The MewTwo nodded and opened his eyes. “Good boy.” Zoroark stared directly into the MewTwo’s purple eyes with his own, ocean-blue irises. They were quickly filled with the pink and purple swirls. \n\nThere was no hope for Itorian. His gaze matched Zoroark's in a matter of seconds. “You put up a struggle, didn’t you? Well, we’ll fix that. Trickery is my specialty.”\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nThere was static. It was far off, but just loud enough to wake him from this fresh hell.\n\n“Oh…” Itorian moaned as he sat up. “Where am I?” \n\nA purple mist filled the space, blocking everything from view. There weren’t any key details that he could use to pinpoint his location. The mist-filled void seemed to be his new locale.\n\n“How cliche.” \n\nItorian stood, looking for anyone else. There was a faint crinkling sound that mingled with the static in the distance. Better than nothing, but he knew it would be best to avoid weird static sounds.\n\nIt felt like hours went by as he hovered through the dark, misty abyss, until…\n\nA dark figure hiding in the mist. Someone familiar. “Hello?” He approached it. Whatever it was, it turned to face him, then stood. The closer it got to him, the clearer it became.\n\n“Itorian?” A round-bellied otter entered his vision fully. Clad in only a diaper, he looked worried. “Oh no, he got you, too.”\n\n“Got me? No, I'm proving a point.” Itorian placed his hands on his hips. “Why aren't you gooning in your diaper?”\n\n“I’m what’s left. The original. What you see up there,” he pointed to the sky, “is nothing but an obedient husk.” He glanced down at the padding around his waist. “And well, you see this.” He sank his hand into the poofy padding. It was yellow around the front. “Can't say I'm complaining though.”\n\n“I bet.” Itorian gazed around the empty void. “Well, all I have to do is prove that he will let us free if we want to.”\n\n“He won't do that.” Barty seemed sure as he sat down. “Were trapped until he's content with himself.”\n\n“No, he will.”\n\nA familiar, three-note chuckle echoed in the darkness. “Will I?” From behind Itorian, white arms reached around; with three fingers and fur along the entirety, it could be no one else.\n\n“Seems you've found your new buddy.”\n\n“Itorian!” Barty shot to his feet and lunged for the two, but it was too late. They were drawn into the darkness and vanished, leaving him behind. But that didn’t matter to Barty. He dove after them, grabbing the first thing he got his hands on. He pulled what felt like Itorian back into the light, falling backwards and locking the MewTwo on top of him with his powerful arms. “I’ve got you, Food.”\n\n“Let me go, Barty. You’ve got the wrong one!” Itorian squirmed. \n\n“Don’t listen to him, Barty. He’s trying to fool you!” Itorian’s voice called from the darkness.\n\n“What?” Barty stared at what clearly looked like Itorian in his arms. There was no way it couldn’t be him. The fur, the three fingers on each hand, the purple lower body that he was never sure was like a pouch but not a pouch, or maybe all MewTwos just had big butts…\n\nAnother Itorian emerged from the darkness. “Oh, please no,” Barty begged. “Not this. This is so stupid!”\n\n“Then you'd better choose the right one,” the captured Itorian spat. “Why would I lie to you?”\n\n“Indeed, Barty. Why would I lie to you?” the other Itorian spat back. “Don’t let him go!”\n\n“LET ME GO!”\n\n“DON’T LET HIM GO!”\n\n“GAH! STOP!” Barty shouted. He set the Itorian in his arms free, and he immediately clambered to his feet. “There’s only one way to tell which one of you is real.”\n\n“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!”\n\n“Because he knows who the real one is.”\n\n“I thought you were my friend, Shifty!”\n\n“I thought so too, Shifty!”\n\n“I’m not Shifty, you are!”\n\nItorian lunged for Itorian and rolled around on the ground. “Let us go!”\n\n“NEVER!”\n\nBarty was helpless. He stood there and watched the two Itorians tussle on the floor, occasionally rolling into the darkness and back out again. There was no point. It was better to ride it out. They’d figure it out eventually.\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\n“It’s quiet.” Puro took off his headphones. His sub senses were tingling. “Something is wrong.” He got up and looked around the ceiling of his basement dwelling. He couldn’t hear the jostling and thumping from Barty’s constantly shaking leg, Itorian stomping around, or even Shifty’s chair rolling against the hardwood floor. “What’s going on?” \n\nThe goo-wolf dared to venture up the stairs. Maybe he was just worried for nothing. His Sub Senses weren’t always accurate, but he could tell when one of his friends was up to no good. Barty’s forest green office greeted him. However, he wasn’t there. “Oh wow,” Puro was shocked. “Something must be happening.” Barty was barely away from his desk. He had gone on record stating, in fact, ‘Only a few things take me away from my desk: You three, Tynsel, or Sleep.’ Half the time, he slept at his desk, ever the workaholic. \n\nTurning to his right, he knocked on Shifty’s door, which was right next to his. “Shifty?” No answer. He tried again. “Shifty? You working?” No response. Not even the slightest sound. Going upstairs to Itorian’s room, he found the massive doors open. “Oh, that’s not good.” Itorian of all people valued his privacy, especially if he was gooning.\n\nA faint crinkling sound came from inside. Is he padded? Puro thought. He felt so bad about intruding, but he couldn’t find anyone else. “Itorian?” He called. “Sorry, but I’m coming in.” He took a cautious step into the white room, expecting to hear an objection, but no. \n\nThe crinkling sound was coming from his bed, and the curtains were drawn. “Hey, uh, if you’re gooning, I can leave. Um, grunt or something if you want me to leave.” All he heard was faint, strained breathing, in time with the crinkling. He felt so nervous entering the room. He stood out like a sore thumb in the clean, luxurious space. As Puro reached the bed, he pulled back the curtain and nearly fell backward. \n\nPuro covered his mouth just in time before he shouted his name. “BARTY!” There he was. On his knees and attacking his soft, padded front with his hands. Shirtless, his body glistened with sweat. He was really going for it. “Oh my god, I,I,uuuuuh, I-I-I-I,” he looked away. But he didn’t know why. Puro had seen Barty naked before, and vice versa. Why was now so different? No one liked being interrupted. Even the four of them, best friends as they were, had a personal rule not to walk in on each other while gooning on purpose. \n\nNext to him, though, was Itorian and, well, a Zoroark. Who was that?! And whoever it was had tentacles protruding from their back like some kind of alien! Something about those tentacles was familiar, though. What was it?\n\nSuddenly, Barty’s head snapped in Puro’s direction. The pink and purple swirling patterns were very clear.\n\nPuro\n\nBarty released his grip on his diaper, revealing the tent that was previously hidden. \n\nWant to join us?\n\nHe crawled toward Puro, stopping a few feet away from him. “Uh…” his face was red. “Who’s that?” He pointed to the Zoroark. They weren’t moving. The two of them seemed to be trapped in some kind of mental duel or staring contest.\n\nNo worry about that.\n\nBarty’s voice seemed so flat and distant. He took another step forward.\n\nDoes Puro consent to fun with me?\n\nWhat kinda talk is that? Puro was sure that something had happened. But he had no idea. The subby, cute, goo-wolf had to be brave if he was going to figure it out. Why were Barty’s eyes so swirly? Who was coiling Itorian in his tentacles? \n\nHe took a deep breath.\n\n“Sure, Barty.” He wasn’t sure if this was the right course of action. \n\nThat was all that Barty needed. He grabbed Puro and pulled him onto the bed. \n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nThe two MewTwo’s were sprawled out on the ground, panting like they had run a mile. “There…” one of them said. “Can you tell who’s who now?”\n\n“Clearly, I’m the real Itorian,” the other said.\n\nBarty had accepted to just sit and watch while they rolled around like the closet lovers they were. “Are you done?” He asked plainly.\n\n“Only if you choose me, the real Itorian!” The Itorian on the left said. “It’s obvious, Barty.”\n\nBarty thought about how to identify the Itorians while they duked it out. Now was the time. “Why don’t we get Ice cream after this?” He asked.\n\n“Vanilla,” The Itorian on the left said.\n\n“Are we getting Ice cream?” The other asked. “Yummo! What flavor, though? I like coconut, but mango’s good too. Oh, chocolate. Really, it depends on what’s the best value. I don’t really have a favorite. But it’s got to be cheap. ONLY once in a while will I get the expensive one.”\n\n“...”\n\n“...”\n\n“That’s the real one,” Barty said flatly.\n\n“Low blow, Barty,” the left Itorian snickered. His body started turning hazy, warping into another. “Using my particulars with food against me.” A Zoroark replaced the false Itorian. “I suppose the gloves come off now.”\n\nZoroark vanished before them, but immediately, two of them reappeared! One pinned Barty to the ground, while the other took Itorian. “Seems you both need some reconditioning~” they echoed in unison.\n\n“Let me go, SHIFTY!” Itorian scowled. \n\n“I beg to differ. I need another obedient, subby bab for my collection. And who better than my dear friends~?” Zoroark stared into Itorian’s eyes, but the MewTwo resisted by shutting them firmly. “Don’t fight. It’s only a matter of time~” Another shadow clone spawned from Zoroark’s body and stood behind Itorian’s head, using his claws to pull Itorian’s eyelids open. “Besides, you consented.”\n\nIt was working. \n\nZoroark’s eyes were filled with the hypnotic pattern. Try as Itorian might, there was no fighting it. One look was all it took. His eyes matched Zoroark's within seconds. \n\nYou should join Barty in being pampered~\n\nThe voice echoed around Itorian’s head. He was helpless to resist, the hypnotic influence taking over. “I should join Barty in being pampered,” he parroted.\n\nYou want to be my little diaper pet, along with Barty.\n\n“I want to be your little diaper pet, along with Barty.”\n\n“You know,” Barty said with snark that could rival Shifty at his saltiest. “For re-educating me about consent, you sure aren’t getting any yourself!”\n\nShifty turned, his light blue eyes staring at Barty with a knowing look. “What are you going to do? Punish me? You know I like DubCon~” He chuckled mischievously.\n\nThe Zoroark that pinned Barty glared at him with a hypnotic look. Barty fell for it again.\n\nYou will be a subby little diaper pet for me.\n\n“I will be a subby little diaper pet for you.”\n\nZoroark stood and watched as Itorian was put into a diaper. “How fitting, Itorian. I always knew you were a cute little diaper boy~” He chuckled. “As for you, Barty. You put up more of a fight than I imagined.” The two new pets sat up, staring at their master. “Now, you two play nice. I have to find our subby little goo-wolf next.” Leaping into the air, Zoroark vanished.\n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\n“Barty, please,” Puro gasped and moaned. “What’s gotten into you?” All words had ceased to flow from Barty. Instead, he was hugging and smothering him with kisses. Puro’s Sub Senses were going wild. Barty had never done this before! “Please, what’s going on?!”\n\nNo words, only lovin’. \n\nSmooch smooch smooch.\n\nBarty ground his diaper into Puro’s groin, feeling the hardening, gooey girth dig into the padding. \n\nPuro’s face was hot. Barty never showed his affection like this! Sure, a kiss here and there, but never a bombardment of them! He melted beneath Barty’s uncharacteristic affection, moaning, words failing to find him. And yet, something still didn’t feel right… \n\n“You two really are inseparable.” A voice teased. A distinctly familiar voice. \n\nPuro tried to look around, but he was pinned down by Barty. “Shifty?”\n\n“You’ve certainly saved us the trouble of hunting you down.” A crinkling sound filled the room as Barty made his wet smooches. “I was going to pad you up, but watching Barty smother you with kisses has given me a delightful idea.” Puro felt the bed shift as a Zoroark stood on the sheets, looming above him with a smirk. Itorian stood behind him, the diaper around his waist so wide and poofy that his legs were spread farther apart than usual. His eyes were filled with the same hypnotic swirls that Barty’s were. “Keep him pinned, Barty.”\n\nThings were starting to make sense now. “You changed forms again?” Puro’s eyes darted left and right, wondering if he should try to escape.\n\n“All for a reason, of course,” Shifty snickered. “I know just how to tease Itorian into a little wad of goo.” He sank a clawed hand into Itorian’s diaper, feeling the bulge that Itorian didn’t bother to hide. Itorian didn’t moan, but his breathing intensified, thrusting his groin forward to savor his master’s touches.\n\n“I see you read that story Barty wrote the other day.” Puro struggled to focus.\n\n“I will admit,” the Zoroark began, “that his influence has infected me a bit.” It was so unusual to see Shifty with open eyes. Even with the light blue eyes of a Zoroark, who’s to say that they were truly his? He knelt and spoke directly to Puro. “His hubris has been his undoing.”\n\nAt that moment, Barty’s kissing stopped. He started to whine. Thrusting his rear into the air, his body shook. “Does someone need to fill their diaper~? Well, well…” Barty struggled and struggled to push out his load, but it was going to take a little more than that. Zoroark put his paws against Barty’s belly, “There, there. Just give it another good push in 3… 2… 1…”\n\n“Zero.” And pushed hard as Barty pushed himself. A momentous load shot from his rear, filling his diaper and emptying his bowels. Shifty chuckled; the formerly dominant otter, acting submissive, was quite a decadent sight. “All better, little otter?” Barty nodded, just as another load left him. The smell filled the room instantly. “Good boy. A thunder cloud on your chart today~” Barty shoved his face into Puro’s chest, unloading everything into his padding. It was dark brown already, and near the brink of bursting. \n\n“I didn’t know Barty messed that much,” Puro said in awe as he ran his gooey hand through Barty’s hair. “Or he was this cute being hypnotized…” Puro couldn’t resist. Did that make him the dom now? No, he couldn’t be. He was far too indecisive and subby to be the dom.\n\nAn ominous chuckle left Shifty’s mouth. “Oh, I wouldn’t get too comfortable, Puro.” A dark aura surrounded Barty’s diaper as it untaped itself and pulled away from Barty’s body. Barty panicked, naked. Muck coated his rear, down to his cock, which was itself smothered in brown. However, a new diaper instantly appeared, calming him. “You will be taking care of these.”\n\n“Me?” Puro asked. He rose. “But how? You can just make them vanish.” The messy diaper flew to Puro’s body, wrapping itself around his waist. “GOOOOOOOH!” Puro fell to his knees. It was so warm and wet. Barty’s shit is touching me!\n\n“We’ll need a diaper pail for these babs. I know that someone in particular likes to wet until he leaks. Don’t you?” Shifty poked Itorian’s snoot. Itorian responded by wetting his diaper a bit, the yellow stain spreading over the front of his pure white diaper. “I know you’ll be up to the task.”\n\nShifty’s words barely reached Puro. The goo-wolf’s lust was overcoming him. He hesitated, his paws reaching for the diaper now awound his body. I shouldn’t. But… I really want to. Puro placed his hand on the padding, feeling the squish against his body. MDNVKSDFNGN. His other paw shot to the back and began digging into it in rapid succession, spreading Barty’s mess over his body. IT’S SO WARM! IT’S SO SQUISHY! IT’S SO GROSS! \n\nI LOVE IT!!!!\n\nPuro’s boner agreed, rock-hard and already on edge.\n\n“I don’t think I’ll need to use my hypnosis on you.” Shifty released his grip on Itorian’s diaper and stood before Puro. “You will obey willingly, won’t you, Puro? Always such a good, obedient boy~”\n\n“Yes, I’m a good boy!”\n\n“A cute, diaper-loving boy~” No response. “Say it for me.”\n\n“I’M A GOOD, CUTE, OBEDIENT, DIAPER-LOVING BOY!” \n\nHis cock couldn’t take it anymore. Cum began to spray, coating the inside of the diaper, turning the already-soiled brown fabric to Vanta Black. Puro panted wildly, like the good boy he was, running his paws over the front of his diaper, stimulating himself further. Not aware of what was happening, the diaper was slowly being assimilated by his cum. The soft, padded material was lost in the gooey spunk, becoming what it was absorbing. \n\n“Well, that is new.” Shifty watched as the diaper around Puro’s waist puffed in size, resembling a large nullbulge, encompassing all of Puro’s pelvis, upper thighs, and hips. “All the better for our diaper pail.”\n\n“Yes~ YES~ GIVE ME MORE~” Puro cried. His paw was shot from the gooey-diaper. “I want more!”\n\n“So eager~” Shifty cooed. “You will have more as soon as these two use them.” He placed his clawed footpaw on Puro’s gooey belly. “Why don’t you add a little more to that diaper?” Shifty pressed deeper, feeling it sink into the gooey flesh beneath him. “Let go~”\n\n“Hooooooo,” Puro moaned. The pressure was displacing the mass within him, \n\n\n________________________________________\n\n\nPuro no longer kept track of time. It didn’t matter anymore. Master Shifty took good care of him, always giving him soiled diapers to absorb into his body. At some point, he grew too big for his basement, but that didn’t matter much. In Barty’s universe, he could do whatever he wanted. His goo diaper was as large as the house, sure, but he could always create a computer that could float in front of him, a screen that was able to maintain its position before his eyes, and food that would fly into his mouth. He could take care of himself. \n\nShifty would bring Itorian and Barty to come see him, of course. Barty would always hug his diaper with his entire being, while Itorian would look on and wonder why Puro’s pamp was bigger than his own.\n\nOne day, though, it all came to a crux.\n\nShifty brought Barty and Itorian with him as usual, but he had a smirk on his face. Whenever that Zoroark smirked, it was never a good sign. “Puro, I’ve decided.” Puro turned his holo-screen off and tried his best to look at his company. But it was rather difficult to do so when your body was normal size, and your diaper was the size of a house. “I tire of changing diapers. It’s your job now. I’ve tried asking Barty how to undo all this, but all he does is babble. I’ve gone too far.” He shrugged. “You could say I’ve... pulled a Barty.”\n\n“But how am I supposed to-” He didn’t get to finish his question. Shifty grabbed his charges by the waist and threw them toward Puro. They phased into Puro’s gooey body effortlessly, like diving into a pool. \n\n“They’re your responsibility now, you understand?” There was a pause. “Puro? Puro, can you hear me?”\n\nHe couldn’t. The moment Barty and Itorian entered his body, something happened.\n\n…\n\n…\n\nThe grey void rumbled. “What’s going on?!” Itorian shouted. Through the fog, a sloshing, gooey sound filled the space.\n\n“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one with psychic powers.” Barty shouted back.\n\n“You’re the one who rules over this stupid meta-realm!”\n\n“Do I look like I’m in charge right now?!”\n\n“STOP FIGHTING!” A voice called from the darkness. Two small lights appeared in the void, and they were getting closer. ”Where even are we?”\n\n“Puro?!” The two diapered prisoners asked simultaneously.\n\nIn the lit space, black goo flooded the floor, surrounding their feet. The level didn’t seem to be rising, but it shook Barty all the same. “No, not again!”\n\n“Wonderful,” Itorian sarcastically crossed his arms. “Shifty got you, too. Took him long enough.”\n\n“I’m sorry, ok?” Puro approached them both, his gooey black diaper normal-sized and jiggling with each step. “He’s just so, um…”\n\n“Hypnotic?” Itorian suggested.\n\n“British?” Barty suggested.\n\n“TEASY!” Puro covered his face. “What even is this place? Looks like that one episode from Farscape where Scorpious talks to the remnant John Chrichton in his own head.” A pair of confused expressions met the goo-wolf, not quite nerdy enough to understand his reference. “Like a,” he snapped his fingers, thinking of a word, “Limbospace.”\n\n“Heh, more like Bimbospace.” Barty chuckled wildly.\n\nItorian sighed. “Not now, you smut-brain.” He turned to Puro. “We’ve been trapped here ever since he hypnotised us.” \n\nBarty mumbled. “That little bugger. I’m the dom here.” Barty sat down, his diaper crinkling in the goo, and crossed his arms.\n\nItorian snorted. “Well, you’re not right now, are you? You’re anything but that.”\n\nBarty pouted in response before Puro interrupted the bickering pair. “What do we do? If we’re trapped, is there any escape?”\n\n“Nope,” Itorian said calmly. “Our powers don’t work here. We just have to wait.”\n\n“For what?”\n\n“Anything?” Barty suggested.\n\n…\n\n…\n\n“What now?” Shifty kept prodding at Puro, but he wasn’t responding. “What would Barty do?” He crossed his arms and turned away, thinking.\n\n“He’d probably just ‘end the story’ or something,” Shifty said in a pretentious tone. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Turnabout is Fair Play

The clicking and clacking of a keyboard echoed through the empty space as Shifty worked. “That’s not it either. What’s causing the error?” He scrolled up and down the file, filled to the brim with poorly put-together code. “This is the last time I volunteer to fix someone’s coding work.” It was all spaghetti! By some miraculous chance, all of it worked together, aside from one, single, code-breaking line. But where was it?


 }
 export function compressNums(base: number, ...nums: number[]) {
     let res = 0;
     let place = 0;
     for (const num of nums) {
         res += num * base ** (nums.length - place);
         place++;
     }
     return res;
 }
 export function expandNum(base: number, pos: number, num: number) {

It all seemed to fit. Even the simplest commands looked well put together! “BLAST IT!” The plush slammed his desk furiously, only to have a cute squeak sound meet his ears. “I’ll come back to this later!” He spun around in his chair and jumped out. “I need to vent.” His phone pinged, but he didn’t want to check it. If anything, he wanted to be alone. Alone with himself and his frustrations. Nothing would be better than to sit on the bed, find some good goon material, and fap for the next few hours. But… he checked his phone anyway.

fitzjolt
I can hear you struggling from my office.
What’s going on?

ShiftingSheeps
Coding stuff, fitz. I don’t believe you would understand if I tried to explain. I know how you are with technical things.

fitzjolt
Hey now
Give me some credit
Try me

ShiftingSheeps
Alright. You asked for it
So there’s a data bank that accepts groups of small-base numbers
Say, base 2, binary, or base 8, octal
The numbers you put in are combined as a single number, which saves on storage space.
Now, you don’t just want the information to be lost, so…
Of course, there’s a way to get out what you originally put in.
But it’s not working!
Let’s say I put in 1, 0, 0, 1 and press save. The four numbers are converted to “0b1001” or “9” in decimal, which is the normal number system.
If I go to reopen that data, I should get 1, 0, 0, 1 back out again.
But instead, I get 0, 1, 0, 0, 1!
I checked the number stored in the data bank, and it turned the 9 into an 18. So I thought it might be doubling the value somewhere, but so far, I’ve found nothing to give me reason to suspect that.
There’s something I’m missing…

fitzjolt
Oh god….
Brain.exe has experienced an error and needs to reboot…

ShiftingSheeps
Now you understand. It’s so irritating. I need a break, but I fear I don’t know if I want to goon or not. Any ideas?

Quick as a whip, Barty entered his apartment, the door swinging open. He stood there, his pants already down and cock fully erect, a smirk on his face. “I have an idea.” A diaper suddenly appeared in his hand, so soft and crinkly. “Come here, you plush little,” he couldn’t think of a third word, “thing.” He entered the room uninvited.

Shifty knew that face. He was in a mood again. He must have PM’d Shifty during a goon session. “Oh dear, uh, Barty,” he started to say. “I don’t know if I’ve told you, but I don’t fancy forced pampering.” He backed up, hitting his bed. “I know what you’re like when you get an idea, but do listen for once.” His voice was urgent, trying to get into the mammal's head. Barty wasn’t having it. His boner was rock solid and dripping with precum. “BARTY!”

“Now, now, Shifty~” Barty attempted to tease as well as Shifty did. “Let Daddy try to relieve you of your stress.” He reached the bed and pinned Shifty underneath him.

“You aren’t listening to me, Barty!” There was no choice. Barty was Goon-mad!

An idea entered Shifty’s mind. “Perhaps you can help me, Barty.” He reached for Barty’s head and drew him in closer.

Am I gonna make out with Shifty?! Barty asked. He drew his lips forward and closed his eyes, eager to calm his friend down with a kiss. However, what awaited him was not a kiss.

Instead, it was a brilliant flash of pink and purple.

Everything went blank.


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“...”

“Wha?”

Barty’s eyes opened as he found himself in a dark room of some kind. A thick, hazy purple fog surrounded him, and he could swear there was a small sound of static coming from nearby, just past the obfuscating mist.

“What is this… place?”

The musclegut otter got up off the floor and walked around, though he felt… sleepy. The purple fog and the static seemed to be keeping him from fully waking, holding him somewhere between a dream and a daydream.

“Hello?”

Barty’s voice echoed through the space as if he’d shouted into the Grand Canyon, with no reply coming back his way. What was I doing before this? I can’t…

“You wanted it so badly, didn’t you?” teased Shifty.

Barty turned to face the substitution doll directly behind him, a small shock passing over the otter from the doll’s sudden appearance. Now, it was Barty who was backing away.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Shifty walked forward, closing the distance to the otter and grabbing him by the shoulders. His touch carried an immense weight unlike anything Barty had felt before, and in just a few moments, Barty was pushed gently but firmly to his knees.

“You can’t force me into being pampered, Barty. Not unless I give you permission."

“But I…” Barty contested, somewhat remembering what happened now. As it turns out, he was still just as horny, too. “But I just wanted to…”

“Look at me, Barty.”

Shifty raised a plush paw to Barty’s chin, urging him to stare in the substitution doll’s direction. Barty hesitated, still fighting for control with what little power he had here.

“Look at me,” repeated Shifty, almost whispering this time, “if you want your reward.”

Barty hesitated a little more before finally heeding the command. As soon as he did, a wonderful shiver traveled down his spine, somewhat calming him down. He swore it was Shifty who caused it, but he wasn’t sure. Barty’s and Shifty’s gazes were locked now, though Shifty’s eyes appeared to remain closed.

“Very good~” Shifty cooed.

“Now then, Barty…”

“Let’s just get right to the point.”

Shifty leaned into the dazed otter and continued. “Answer this next one correctly, and you’ll get an even bigger reward~”

Barty’s horny mind couldn’t help but be enticed by that. But what was the question? Shifty paused for a few agonizing moments before posing it.

“What is it that you need before you pamper me?”

Barty knew the answer. “Per…”

No, this is wrong… Barty thought to himself. He was hard as a rock; he didn’t need permission! He just needed an opportunity! And then he’d get to be pampered…

Wait, no, Shifty would be the one pampering.

No, no, I’d be the one getting-

“What’s the matter, Barty?”

“Shifty, can you…” Barty couldn’t think straight in this place. He knew he wanted something badly earlier, but what was it?

“Can you… take care of me?” The words just came out. It’s not what he wanted to say, but it’s what he was thinking. It felt… right, somehow. It just felt right.

“Oh? Does Barty want to wear the diaper now~?” teased the plushie.

“I’ll need one thing from you first, then. You know what it is, don’t you?”

“I-I do,” stuttered the sleepy otter.

“Then say it~”

As Barty’s last ounce of willpower left him, and new desires overcame him, he finally gave in.

“Permission.”

Barty collapsed to the ground as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, completely blanking out any other thoughts. His body in the Realm Between the Pages collapsed on the bed as well, and Shifty exited his mindspace to get him ready for the next step.

“There, there, Barty...”

“I’ll get you all padded up in no time~”


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In his chambers, Itorian lay on his enormous bed. Thanks to the interdimensional nature of this realm, he could warp this space of his into whatever he desired. A sparkling clean kitchen was occupied by a latex-covered Lucaio drone that he had picked up in his travels between dimensions. The hypno-visor on his face kept him obedient as he washed the dishes, mopped the floor, or performed any other tasks that Itorian simply hated doing. The desk on the other side of the room was dirty; however, it was occupied with mugs, bowls, and other junk that shouldn’t be on a computer desk.

The bed that he rested on could easily hold himself, his three friends – Barty, Shifty, and Puro – and several clones of each of them. Purple, satin sheets cradled his rear as he rested on the perfectly soft mattress. Currently, the canopy curtains of the bed were closed, as he was mid-goon-session, and did not want to be disturbed. Not a grunt or moan escaped him as his three-fingered hands stroked his cock, mighty and long. With powers like his, he did not need a device to view pornography; he could simply imagine it. Feel it. Live it.

Today’s content? Why, none other than his friends. Being dominated and turned into his clones. Puro submitted quickly, of course, the shy creature more than eager to please his master. The musclegutted otter put up somewhat of a fight, but all he needed to surrender was some sexual stimulation. What a creature of habit.

However, he took special care with the substitution doll. Grasping the thing in his arms, he delicately lowered Shifty onto his cock and stretched the doll’s hole wider than it’d ever been stretched before. Savoring the little grunts and groans from Shifty as he slid him up and down his thick, meaty cock, he watched as he morphed and transformed, quickly becoming another furry MewTwo. The four of them started fucking each other like rabbits.

Itorian was close now.

He could feel it.

His member was throbbing with need.

knock knock

The massive wooden doors echoed through the white room. He struggled to keep his fantasy going. He was SO CLOSE.

knock knock “Itorian? It’s me.” A familiar voice spilled through the door. “There’s something you’d like to see.”

A rare, ever-so-silient moan escaped Itorian’s maw. It was Shifty! Cum started spewing from his cock like a geyser. He clutched at the sheets as Shifty knocked once more. There had been more undignified moments that Shifty had walked in on, but this was certainly not one of them.

“Come in,” he struggled to say without his voice wavering. The doors creaked as Shifty pushed them open. It reeked of cum and musk in the room. The stank hit Shifty’s nostrils immediately.

“Am I interrupting something?” Shifty asked with a chuckle.

“No, I just finished,” Itorian said behind the curtains. He panted, seeing just how badly his fur was caked with his own seed. “Hop on the bed. It’s comfier.”

A crinkling sound got louder as Shifty approached. “Wait here, you naughty boy,” Shifty whispered to someone before he opened the curtain and crawled up onto the tall mattress. “Hello, ugh, Itorian,” he groaned as he reached the top. “Seems you were gooning, too.” He smirked. “Everyone’s been gooning today.”

“What else is there to do?” Itorian asked. “I have my Lucario take care of everything else.” He felt how his member was getting a bit harder once more. “I mean…”

“Oh, I know,” Shifty interrupted the unwarranted justification. “When I’m bored, I goon as well. But it seems Barty was going mad with it.”

“Again? He needs to learn some moderation.”

“... he tried to pamper me.”

“Oh, oh no,” Itorian reacted, knowing full well that that wasn’t something you do to Shifty. “He didn’t know, did he?”

“I don’t think he did. However, he certainly paid the price.” Shifty turned. “You can come in now.”

Wordlessly, the curtain opened, and Barty crawled onto the bed. Clad in nothing but a diaper, he sat down with his legs spread out and waited obediently for orders from his master. Pink and purple swirls filled his eyes, his mouth drooling mindlessly.

Itorian looked at the otter with concern. “Barty?” He didn’t respond.

“Shifty, what have you done?”

“Oh, nothing~” Shifty smiled. “I simply taught him a thing or two about consent and what happens when you don’t get it~” He reached for the diaper around the otter’s waist and pushed his nubby hands into it. The crinkles bounced around the curtains. Barty moaned submissively. “What did we learn, Barty?”

To always ask permission when wanting lewd.

Barty replied so swiftly with a silly tone that Itorian was taken aback. “Wow…” Itorian was impressed. “How did you manage to do that?” He analyzed Barty with an inquisitive eye. “He never listens when he wants lewd.” The swirling patterns in his eyes attracted his attention. “Did you,” he paused, “hypnotize him?”

Shifty sighed. “I did indeed.” He climbed onto the bed, standing no taller than Itorian or Barty was when sitting up. “Isn't he a cutie?” He pet Barty, running his nubbed hand through the otter's spiked hair. “Who's an obedient bab? Yes, you are.” Barty held his chin out for scritchies. “Good boy.”

“Hold on a second.” Itorian held up his three fingered hand. “I don't usually ask this, but did he consent to this?”

Shifty gazed in his direction giving a knowing look. Impressive without any open eyes. “What do you think?” His face shifted to a smirk. “Sometimes, one needs to learn a lesson the hard way, Itorian. Besides, he writes noncon and dubcon all the time. He's clearly into it.”

“Barty is into everything!” Itorian exclaimed. “And I don't think it counts if he's hypnotized. It's like asking a drunk if he wants to bungee jump. They'll agree to anything!”

Shifty's trademark three note chuckle. “Sure it counts. Especially if he learns what consent is. This silly boy loves to just force himself on us because he's the master of this universe.” Itorian stared at Barty, whose eyes looked blank. “His mistake for giving us control, right?” Ito crossed his arms sternly. He had a habit of becoming the father of the group. All he needed as a button up and keys jingling from a carabiner on his belt loop. The look he gave was powerful. When his eyes started to glow, you knew you fucked up. Shifty, however, didn't care. “Besides, this is all fiction.” He turned to face you, the reader. “Just a story. It doesn't matter.”

“It does matter! Don't you use that as an excuse!” Itorian kept his gaze locked on the stuffie. Usually he would agree. Fiction was fiction, but not when it came to his friends. “This is noncon.”

“Let's prove it then.” Shifty returned his gaze to Itorian. “Why don't you join him and see if you can break free as you wish? Just look at me for a second, wouldn’t you?”

“NO!” Itorian teleported away with a brilliant flash of purple light.

Shifty turned to Barty. “Stay here while I find him, won’t you?” Barty nodded slowly. He kept nodding as Shifty vanished in a puff of red, demonic smoke. He started kneading the front of his diaper, moaning and begging for release.


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The flow of words came to an end. Puro watched as Barty’s cursor remained stagnant on the Google Doc. “Did he fall asleep or something?” He had been working on this particular story for weeks and was more than eager to be done with it. It had even backed up the flow of work that Puro had! He waited for the last bit to be done, but all progress had suddenly stopped. “What’s going on?”

Puro stood up and sauntered over to the fridge. “Maybe he’s taking a short break.” Pulling a burrito from the bottom freezer, he pulled it from the plastic wrapping and shoved it into the microwave. “Maybe I should go upstairs?” He had been down there for a few weeks now, only occasionally stepping outside to take in some fresh... void, since that’s what was outside instead of air. Barty had come down to see how things were going, but he hadn’t left at all. “Yeah, I probably should.” He thought about it for a while. “But I don’t wanna bug him if he’s sleeping.”

What if he isn’t, though? He’s not gonna be mad. He’d be happy to see me. Probably give me a hug and… maybe nuzzle me into his chest and… god, his scent…

He was getting as hot as the burrito in the nuker behind him.

Suddenly, a purple flash filled the room. “PURO!” He turned around. There was Itorian, frantically breathing and looking around. Puro screamed. “Puro, there’s trouble.”

“Huh?” Puro backed against his fridge. “What are you-?”

A flash of red and Shifty suddenly appeared. “Hello, Puro.” He wrapped his arms around Itorian. “Don’t mind us, we’re playing Teleport Tag.”

“Don’t listen to-!”

FOOM

The two vanished.

“What… just happened?”

…

beeeeeep. beeeeeep. beeeeeep.

Puro’s food was ready.


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Back in Itorian’s room, the two friends slammed onto the bed. Barty was unperturbed, continuing to massage the front of his diaper like a needy diaperslut. His voice was far louder than it would usually be, moaning, eager to cum if Shifty allowed it.

“What’s wrong, Itorian?” Shifty asked, pinning the MewTwo to the bed. “You’re so jittery.”

“I know what you're trying to do, Shifty!” Itorian shouted. “I’m not as gullible as he is!” He pointed to the otter on the bed, pleasuring himself with his diaper.

“Oh no, you’re absolutely not,” Shifty replied honestly. “That’s why I asked. Consent, right?” His body got heavier. No matter how Itorian squirmed or wriggled, he couldn’t escape. “Barty did gift me with the powers over this realm of his. I said I wouldn’t use it for evil, but,”

He sighed. “Let’s not be dramatic. Not evil per se, but just my own nefarious desires.” He stared at Itorian as violet tentacles sprouted from his back and wrapped around Itorian's torso, all wet and slimy. They started to glow.

Itorian groaned as it felt like his energy was being drained. “You’re no better than Barty,” Itorian smirked.

Shifty let out his trademark three-note chuckle. “I suppose if you rile me up enough.” He leaned forward, whispering into Itorian’s earholes. “I do believe you have. You can’t even teleport anymore.” His body was ripped apart, down the middle to reveal the mass of tentacles that made up the demonic being’s body. The horrendous sound that was released for that short time was unlike anything Itorian had heard during his journeys through dimensions. It re-formed; a black and red body, several times larger than his original vessel. A long, red stream of hair held together by a light blue orb at the end. The pointed face was laced with red along the eyes and mouth like stage makeup. “Trickery is my specialty, after all.”

“Not fair,” Itorian claimed. “Using that form to toy with me.”

“But don’t you like Zoroark?” The voice teased. “You’re the one who came up with it. Had our good friend here write it.” He gestured with his head toward Barty, who was still gooning with his diaper, heeding them not. “I rather enjoyed the idea.”

“This is getting far too meta for my tastes, thank you,” Itorian complained.

“Let’s consent, damn you!” The tentacles that protruded from Shifty’s back squeezed Itorian. He had no choice now. The MewTwo nodded and opened his eyes. “Good boy.” Zoroark stared directly into the MewTwo’s purple eyes with his own, ocean-blue irises. They were quickly filled with the pink and purple swirls.

There was no hope for Itorian. His gaze matched Zoroark's in a matter of seconds. “You put up a struggle, didn’t you? Well, we’ll fix that. Trickery is my specialty.”


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There was static. It was far off, but just loud enough to wake him from this fresh hell.

“Oh…” Itorian moaned as he sat up. “Where am I?”

A purple mist filled the space, blocking everything from view. There weren’t any key details that he could use to pinpoint his location. The mist-filled void seemed to be his new locale.

“How cliche.”

Itorian stood, looking for anyone else. There was a faint crinkling sound that mingled with the static in the distance. Better than nothing, but he knew it would be best to avoid weird static sounds.

It felt like hours went by as he hovered through the dark, misty abyss, until…

A dark figure hiding in the mist. Someone familiar. “Hello?” He approached it. Whatever it was, it turned to face him, then stood. The closer it got to him, the clearer it became.

“Itorian?” A round-bellied otter entered his vision fully. Clad in only a diaper, he looked worried. “Oh no, he got you, too.”

“Got me? No, I'm proving a point.” Itorian placed his hands on his hips. “Why aren't you gooning in your diaper?”

“I’m what’s left. The original. What you see up there,” he pointed to the sky, “is nothing but an obedient husk.” He glanced down at the padding around his waist. “And well, you see this.” He sank his hand into the poofy padding. It was yellow around the front. “Can't say I'm complaining though.”

“I bet.” Itorian gazed around the empty void. “Well, all I have to do is prove that he will let us free if we want to.”

“He won't do that.” Barty seemed sure as he sat down. “Were trapped until he's content with himself.”

“No, he will.”

A familiar, three-note chuckle echoed in the darkness. “Will I?” From behind Itorian, white arms reached around; with three fingers and fur along the entirety, it could be no one else.

“Seems you've found your new buddy.”

“Itorian!” Barty shot to his feet and lunged for the two, but it was too late. They were drawn into the darkness and vanished, leaving him behind. But that didn’t matter to Barty. He dove after them, grabbing the first thing he got his hands on. He pulled what felt like Itorian back into the light, falling backwards and locking the MewTwo on top of him with his powerful arms. “I’ve got you, Food.”

“Let me go, Barty. You’ve got the wrong one!” Itorian squirmed.

“Don’t listen to him, Barty. He’s trying to fool you!” Itorian’s voice called from the darkness.

“What?” Barty stared at what clearly looked like Itorian in his arms. There was no way it couldn’t be him. The fur, the three fingers on each hand, the purple lower body that he was never sure was like a pouch but not a pouch, or maybe all MewTwos just had big butts…

Another Itorian emerged from the darkness. “Oh, please no,” Barty begged. “Not this. This is so stupid!”

“Then you'd better choose the right one,” the captured Itorian spat. “Why would I lie to you?”

“Indeed, Barty. Why would I lie to you?” the other Itorian spat back. “Don’t let him go!”

“LET ME GO!”

“DON’T LET HIM GO!”

“GAH! STOP!” Barty shouted. He set the Itorian in his arms free, and he immediately clambered to his feet. “There’s only one way to tell which one of you is real.”

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!”

“Because he knows who the real one is.”

“I thought you were my friend, Shifty!”

“I thought so too, Shifty!”

“I’m not Shifty, you are!”

Itorian lunged for Itorian and rolled around on the ground. “Let us go!”

“NEVER!”

Barty was helpless. He stood there and watched the two Itorians tussle on the floor, occasionally rolling into the darkness and back out again. There was no point. It was better to ride it out. They’d figure it out eventually.


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“It’s quiet.” Puro took off his headphones. His sub senses were tingling. “Something is wrong.” He got up and looked around the ceiling of his basement dwelling. He couldn’t hear the jostling and thumping from Barty’s constantly shaking leg, Itorian stomping around, or even Shifty’s chair rolling against the hardwood floor. “What’s going on?”

The goo-wolf dared to venture up the stairs. Maybe he was just worried for nothing. His Sub Senses weren’t always accurate, but he could tell when one of his friends was up to no good. Barty’s forest green office greeted him. However, he wasn’t there. “Oh wow,” Puro was shocked. “Something must be happening.” Barty was barely away from his desk. He had gone on record stating, in fact, ‘Only a few things take me away from my desk: You three, Tynsel, or Sleep.’ Half the time, he slept at his desk, ever the workaholic.

Turning to his right, he knocked on Shifty’s door, which was right next to his. “Shifty?” No answer. He tried again. “Shifty? You working?” No response. Not even the slightest sound. Going upstairs to Itorian’s room, he found the massive doors open. “Oh, that’s not good.” Itorian of all people valued his privacy, especially if he was gooning.

A faint crinkling sound came from inside. Is he padded? Puro thought. He felt so bad about intruding, but he couldn’t find anyone else. “Itorian?” He called. “Sorry, but I’m coming in.” He took a cautious step into the white room, expecting to hear an objection, but no.

The crinkling sound was coming from his bed, and the curtains were drawn. “Hey, uh, if you’re gooning, I can leave. Um, grunt or something if you want me to leave.” All he heard was faint, strained breathing, in time with the crinkling. He felt so nervous entering the room. He stood out like a sore thumb in the clean, luxurious space. As Puro reached the bed, he pulled back the curtain and nearly fell backward.

Puro covered his mouth just in time before he shouted his name. “BARTY!” There he was. On his knees and attacking his soft, padded front with his hands. Shirtless, his body glistened with sweat. He was really going for it. “Oh my god, I,I,uuuuuh, I-I-I-I,” he looked away. But he didn’t know why. Puro had seen Barty naked before, and vice versa. Why was now so different? No one liked being interrupted. Even the four of them, best friends as they were, had a personal rule not to walk in on each other while gooning on purpose.

Next to him, though, was Itorian and, well, a Zoroark. Who was that?! And whoever it was had tentacles protruding from their back like some kind of alien! Something about those tentacles was familiar, though. What was it?

Suddenly, Barty’s head snapped in Puro’s direction. The pink and purple swirling patterns were very clear.

Puro

Barty released his grip on his diaper, revealing the tent that was previously hidden.

Want to join us?

He crawled toward Puro, stopping a few feet away from him. “Uh…” his face was red. “Who’s that?” He pointed to the Zoroark. They weren’t moving. The two of them seemed to be trapped in some kind of mental duel or staring contest.

No worry about that.

Barty’s voice seemed so flat and distant. He took another step forward.

Does Puro consent to fun with me?

What kinda talk is that? Puro was sure that something had happened. But he had no idea. The subby, cute, goo-wolf had to be brave if he was going to figure it out. Why were Barty’s eyes so swirly? Who was coiling Itorian in his tentacles?

He took a deep breath.

“Sure, Barty.” He wasn’t sure if this was the right course of action.

That was all that Barty needed. He grabbed Puro and pulled him onto the bed.


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The two MewTwo’s were sprawled out on the ground, panting like they had run a mile. “There…” one of them said. “Can you tell who’s who now?”

“Clearly, I’m the real Itorian,” the other said.

Barty had accepted to just sit and watch while they rolled around like the closet lovers they were. “Are you done?” He asked plainly.

“Only if you choose me, the real Itorian!” The Itorian on the left said. “It’s obvious, Barty.”

Barty thought about how to identify the Itorians while they duked it out. Now was the time. “Why don’t we get Ice cream after this?” He asked.

“Vanilla,” The Itorian on the left said.

“Are we getting Ice cream?” The other asked. “Yummo! What flavor, though? I like coconut, but mango’s good too. Oh, chocolate. Really, it depends on what’s the best value. I don’t really have a favorite. But it’s got to be cheap. ONLY once in a while will I get the expensive one.”

“...”

“...”

“That’s the real one,” Barty said flatly.

“Low blow, Barty,” the left Itorian snickered. His body started turning hazy, warping into another. “Using my particulars with food against me.” A Zoroark replaced the false Itorian. “I suppose the gloves come off now.”

Zoroark vanished before them, but immediately, two of them reappeared! One pinned Barty to the ground, while the other took Itorian. “Seems you both need some reconditioning~” they echoed in unison.

“Let me go, SHIFTY!” Itorian scowled.

“I beg to differ. I need another obedient, subby bab for my collection. And who better than my dear friends~?” Zoroark stared into Itorian’s eyes, but the MewTwo resisted by shutting them firmly. “Don’t fight. It’s only a matter of time~” Another shadow clone spawned from Zoroark’s body and stood behind Itorian’s head, using his claws to pull Itorian’s eyelids open. “Besides, you consented.”

It was working.

Zoroark’s eyes were filled with the hypnotic pattern. Try as Itorian might, there was no fighting it. One look was all it took. His eyes matched Zoroark's within seconds.

You should join Barty in being pampered~

The voice echoed around Itorian’s head. He was helpless to resist, the hypnotic influence taking over. “I should join Barty in being pampered,” he parroted.

You want to be my little diaper pet, along with Barty.

“I want to be your little diaper pet, along with Barty.”

“You know,” Barty said with snark that could rival Shifty at his saltiest. “For re-educating me about consent, you sure aren’t getting any yourself!”

Shifty turned, his light blue eyes staring at Barty with a knowing look. “What are you going to do? Punish me? You know I like DubCon~” He chuckled mischievously.

The Zoroark that pinned Barty glared at him with a hypnotic look. Barty fell for it again.

You will be a subby little diaper pet for me.

“I will be a subby little diaper pet for you.”

Zoroark stood and watched as Itorian was put into a diaper. “How fitting, Itorian. I always knew you were a cute little diaper boy~” He chuckled. “As for you, Barty. You put up more of a fight than I imagined.” The two new pets sat up, staring at their master. “Now, you two play nice. I have to find our subby little goo-wolf next.” Leaping into the air, Zoroark vanished.


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“Barty, please,” Puro gasped and moaned. “What’s gotten into you?” All words had ceased to flow from Barty. Instead, he was hugging and smothering him with kisses. Puro’s Sub Senses were going wild. Barty had never done this before! “Please, what’s going on?!”

No words, only lovin’.

Smooch smooch smooch.

Barty ground his diaper into Puro’s groin, feeling the hardening, gooey girth dig into the padding.

Puro’s face was hot. Barty never showed his affection like this! Sure, a kiss here and there, but never a bombardment of them! He melted beneath Barty’s uncharacteristic affection, moaning, words failing to find him. And yet, something still didn’t feel right…

“You two really are inseparable.” A voice teased. A distinctly familiar voice.

Puro tried to look around, but he was pinned down by Barty. “Shifty?”

“You’ve certainly saved us the trouble of hunting you down.” A crinkling sound filled the room as Barty made his wet smooches. “I was going to pad you up, but watching Barty smother you with kisses has given me a delightful idea.” Puro felt the bed shift as a Zoroark stood on the sheets, looming above him with a smirk. Itorian stood behind him, the diaper around his waist so wide and poofy that his legs were spread farther apart than usual. His eyes were filled with the same hypnotic swirls that Barty’s were. “Keep him pinned, Barty.”

Things were starting to make sense now. “You changed forms again?” Puro’s eyes darted left and right, wondering if he should try to escape.

“All for a reason, of course,” Shifty snickered. “I know just how to tease Itorian into a little wad of goo.” He sank a clawed hand into Itorian’s diaper, feeling the bulge that Itorian didn’t bother to hide. Itorian didn’t moan, but his breathing intensified, thrusting his groin forward to savor his master’s touches.

“I see you read that story Barty wrote the other day.” Puro struggled to focus.

“I will admit,” the Zoroark began, “that his influence has infected me a bit.” It was so unusual to see Shifty with open eyes. Even with the light blue eyes of a Zoroark, who’s to say that they were truly his? He knelt and spoke directly to Puro. “His hubris has been his undoing.”

At that moment, Barty’s kissing stopped. He started to whine. Thrusting his rear into the air, his body shook. “Does someone need to fill their diaper~? Well, well…” Barty struggled and struggled to push out his load, but it was going to take a little more than that. Zoroark put his paws against Barty’s belly, “There, there. Just give it another good push in 3… 2… 1…”

“Zero.” And pushed hard as Barty pushed himself. A momentous load shot from his rear, filling his diaper and emptying his bowels. Shifty chuckled; the formerly dominant otter, acting submissive, was quite a decadent sight. “All better, little otter?” Barty nodded, just as another load left him. The smell filled the room instantly. “Good boy. A thunder cloud on your chart today~” Barty shoved his face into Puro’s chest, unloading everything into his padding. It was dark brown already, and near the brink of bursting.

“I didn’t know Barty messed that much,” Puro said in awe as he ran his gooey hand through Barty’s hair. “Or he was this cute being hypnotized…” Puro couldn’t resist. Did that make him the dom now? No, he couldn’t be. He was far too indecisive and subby to be the dom.

An ominous chuckle left Shifty’s mouth. “Oh, I wouldn’t get too comfortable, Puro.” A dark aura surrounded Barty’s diaper as it untaped itself and pulled away from Barty’s body. Barty panicked, naked. Muck coated his rear, down to his cock, which was itself smothered in brown. However, a new diaper instantly appeared, calming him. “You will be taking care of these.”

“Me?” Puro asked. He rose. “But how? You can just make them vanish.” The messy diaper flew to Puro’s body, wrapping itself around his waist. “GOOOOOOOH!” Puro fell to his knees. It was so warm and wet. Barty’s shit is touching me!

“We’ll need a diaper pail for these babs. I know that someone in particular likes to wet until he leaks. Don’t you?” Shifty poked Itorian’s snoot. Itorian responded by wetting his diaper a bit, the yellow stain spreading over the front of his pure white diaper. “I know you’ll be up to the task.”

Shifty’s words barely reached Puro. The goo-wolf’s lust was overcoming him. He hesitated, his paws reaching for the diaper now awound his body. I shouldn’t. But… I really want to. Puro placed his hand on the padding, feeling the squish against his body. MDNVKSDFNGN. His other paw shot to the back and began digging into it in rapid succession, spreading Barty’s mess over his body. IT’S SO WARM! IT’S SO SQUISHY! IT’S SO GROSS!

I LOVE IT!!!!

Puro’s boner agreed, rock-hard and already on edge.

“I don’t think I’ll need to use my hypnosis on you.” Shifty released his grip on Itorian’s diaper and stood before Puro. “You will obey willingly, won’t you, Puro? Always such a good, obedient boy~”

“Yes, I’m a good boy!”

“A cute, diaper-loving boy~” No response. “Say it for me.”

“I’M A GOOD, CUTE, OBEDIENT, DIAPER-LOVING BOY!”

His cock couldn’t take it anymore. Cum began to spray, coating the inside of the diaper, turning the already-soiled brown fabric to Vanta Black. Puro panted wildly, like the good boy he was, running his paws over the front of his diaper, stimulating himself further. Not aware of what was happening, the diaper was slowly being assimilated by his cum. The soft, padded material was lost in the gooey spunk, becoming what it was absorbing.

“Well, that is new.” Shifty watched as the diaper around Puro’s waist puffed in size, resembling a large nullbulge, encompassing all of Puro’s pelvis, upper thighs, and hips. “All the better for our diaper pail.”

“Yes~ YES~ GIVE ME MORE~” Puro cried. His paw was shot from the gooey-diaper. “I want more!”

“So eager~” Shifty cooed. “You will have more as soon as these two use them.” He placed his clawed footpaw on Puro’s gooey belly. “Why don’t you add a little more to that diaper?” Shifty pressed deeper, feeling it sink into the gooey flesh beneath him. “Let go~”

“Hooooooo,” Puro moaned. The pressure was displacing the mass within him,


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Puro no longer kept track of time. It didn’t matter anymore. Master Shifty took good care of him, always giving him soiled diapers to absorb into his body. At some point, he grew too big for his basement, but that didn’t matter much. In Barty’s universe, he could do whatever he wanted. His goo diaper was as large as the house, sure, but he could always create a computer that could float in front of him, a screen that was able to maintain its position before his eyes, and food that would fly into his mouth. He could take care of himself.

Shifty would bring Itorian and Barty to come see him, of course. Barty would always hug his diaper with his entire being, while Itorian would look on and wonder why Puro’s pamp was bigger than his own.

One day, though, it all came to a crux.

Shifty brought Barty and Itorian with him as usual, but he had a smirk on his face. Whenever that Zoroark smirked, it was never a good sign. “Puro, I’ve decided.” Puro turned his holo-screen off and tried his best to look at his company. But it was rather difficult to do so when your body was normal size, and your diaper was the size of a house. “I tire of changing diapers. It’s your job now. I’ve tried asking Barty how to undo all this, but all he does is babble. I’ve gone too far.” He shrugged. “You could say I’ve... pulled a Barty.”

“But how am I supposed to-” He didn’t get to finish his question. Shifty grabbed his charges by the waist and threw them toward Puro. They phased into Puro’s gooey body effortlessly, like diving into a pool.

“They’re your responsibility now, you understand?” There was a pause. “Puro? Puro, can you hear me?”

He couldn’t. The moment Barty and Itorian entered his body, something happened.

…

…

The grey void rumbled. “What’s going on?!” Itorian shouted. Through the fog, a sloshing, gooey sound filled the space.

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one with psychic powers.” Barty shouted back.

“You’re the one who rules over this stupid meta-realm!”

“Do I look like I’m in charge right now?!”

“STOP FIGHTING!” A voice called from the darkness. Two small lights appeared in the void, and they were getting closer. ”Where even are we?”

“Puro?!” The two diapered prisoners asked simultaneously.

In the lit space, black goo flooded the floor, surrounding their feet. The level didn’t seem to be rising, but it shook Barty all the same. “No, not again!”

“Wonderful,” Itorian sarcastically crossed his arms. “Shifty got you, too. Took him long enough.”

“I’m sorry, ok?” Puro approached them both, his gooey black diaper normal-sized and jiggling with each step. “He’s just so, um…”

“Hypnotic?” Itorian suggested.

“British?” Barty suggested.

“TEASY!” Puro covered his face. “What even is this place? Looks like that one episode from Farscape where Scorpious talks to the remnant John Chrichton in his own head.” A pair of confused expressions met the goo-wolf, not quite nerdy enough to understand his reference. “Like a,” he snapped his fingers, thinking of a word, “Limbospace.”

“Heh, more like Bimbospace.” Barty chuckled wildly.

Itorian sighed. “Not now, you smut-brain.” He turned to Puro. “We’ve been trapped here ever since he hypnotised us.”

Barty mumbled. “That little bugger. I’m the dom here.” Barty sat down, his diaper crinkling in the goo, and crossed his arms.

Itorian snorted. “Well, you’re not right now, are you? You’re anything but that.”

Barty pouted in response before Puro interrupted the bickering pair. “What do we do? If we’re trapped, is there any escape?”

“Nope,” Itorian said calmly. “Our powers don’t work here. We just have to wait.”

“For what?”

“Anything?” Barty suggested.

…

…

“What now?” Shifty kept prodding at Puro, but he wasn’t responding. “What would Barty do?” He crossed his arms and turned away, thinking.

“He’d probably just ‘end the story’ or something,” Shifty said in a pretentious tone.
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