Team Agrimony - Mansion Village Exploration File



"Why..." the word was punctuated by an involuntary grunt, her complaint broken up by further huffing as she strained, "... why do we... have to keep... bringing that... that dumb kid on m-missions!"

Karasel looked upward to her best friend with pained, sympathetic eyes, "I know..."

The Illumise, Perka, was flying along in erratic bobs; panting as she further filled out her pastel-pink diaper with a large, hard mass of waste.

"A-all he does... is s-set off traps!  One after... a-another!" with the loudest grunt yet she finally emptied the last of the mess into her plastic garment, which strained to contain it all.

Around a corner ahead, a muffled explosion and mix of laughter and coughing demonstrated her complaint.  Alerts from their badges popping up markers for "material contaminant" on the portraits of the three other members of their team.

Karasel noded slowly with a soft sigh, "I know..."

The diminutive Seasel wasn't in much better shape, a too-small 'Legendary Hero Arceus' print diaper was stretched tightly over her rear.  A bulge in the back showing off the solid load wedging her anus painfully open, which the tightness of the diaper was preventing her from expelling; only made more noticable by how awkward it caused her every step to be.

When the pair finally caught up with their companions a long few moments later, the three were still laughing and brushing glittery dust off eachother.

Perka stared at them, having such a carefree time, and let out a dejected sigh before placing tiny hands to hips, "Would you please be more careful for just ten seconds?  Is that too much to ask?"

"No need to be so uptight, auntie~" the 'dumb kid' in question, a Skymin named Brioche, responded with a quick, bright grin.

With an easy laugh, the first of his parents caressed a large golden flipper over the child's head, turning a soft smile to the irate firefly, "Now son, don't be so crude.  Miss Perka is just concerned about us."

Perka sighed again, she knew Fenway did care about all of them as the leader of their team, but it was difficult to take the imposing Ampharos seriously when they were so cheerfully sporting a damp, Minior-candy-print diaper because of their spoiled son.

"Why are there even traps here in the first place?" Perka gestured wildly at the mansion around them, "Wasn't this key-code supposed to take us to a 'village'?  There's no one here, and nothing but these weird traps, it can't be a village!"

"Maybe they're um... at a big party?.." Karasel added weakly, not even believing it herself.

"Oh!  I love parties!" Brioche grinned again, even wider, wagging his stubby tail, "Look, another pressure plate!  Maybe that means the party's that way!"

Karasel blinked; staring as the Skymin and his other parent, their final team member, a land-forme Shaymin named Macaron, raced off down a hallway.  It wasn't his misplaced enthusiasm that alarmed her, rather, the way his statement of 'I love parties' had been quietly echoed by another voice.

There were no life-signs registering on the mini-map though.  No viral reaction either.

Odder still, no one else had seemed to notice, so Karasel did her best to swallow the growing panic.  The accumulation of stress had finally gotten to her and she was just hearing things, that was the only reasonable explanation.

Moments later an alert went off from their badges, making her jump.

"Clean-up Roulette Trap Activated"

The two friends friends shared a teary, pleading glance as a selection crystal appeared on their displays, cycling between everyone's portraits.

Of course, when it stopped a few seconds later, it was on Brioche.

More loud laughter echoed down the hallway as the Skymin bounded back, prancing and wagging his butt to show off for Fenway.  The sleepy-time-Mareep-print briefs he had been wearing since the start of the mission were still pristine, now not even bearing a drop of sweat.

Brioche's grin practically oozed from his words, "Looks like I'm still the only 'big boy' on the team today, Rena~!"

As their son pranced back off to find the next unexplored room, Fenway offered a gentle, knowing smile to their companions, "Please, just give him a bit more time?  Brioche really is a good boy, he just... has a lot to learn still."

With a defeated groan Perka scrubbed her face then threw her arms out wide, turning away.  Karasel merely nodded along.

"Thank you both, really.  I know I don't say it enough, but everything you both contribute to our team is very important.  We never could have gotten this far without eachother."

Fenway's small smile was genuine, but not nearly as much of a comfort as they hoped.

Leaving the two friends to have a quiet moment together, Fenway waddled off after their spouse and son.

"Perka... d-did..." Karasel started, but cut herself off as her friend whipped around.

"I swear to Mother... if he gets me with one more... just one more of those dumb traps!" Perka's fist, such as it was, was clenched, shaking with barely contained indignation.

Before either could continue, a soft "peep" came from their mini-maps, a room a short distance off lighting up with blue lines chasing around its border.

From that direction, Fenway's voice carried down the hall in a cheerful shout, "Perka, Karasel!  Come on, I think this might just brighten your mood a bit!"

Sharing another few moments glance, Perka finally gave an exhasperated sigh and swung around slowly, "I guess we'll go take a look..."

Karasel nodded, even though her friend wasn't looking, and followed after at her slow, awkward pace.

When they finally reached the room, it was quite obvious why Fenway had been so excited.  Seeing it filled, stacked nearly floor to ceiling in places, with LAST containers, even Perka found herself smiling.  This might just make it worth the trouble after all.

Fenway welcomed the pair into the room with a sweep of their flipper, "Nice, huh?  Why don't each of you take a corner..."

"Honey-bun and I have got this one!" Macaron interjected with a smile and wave of their paw from where they had already gotten started with their son.

"... and work your way to the right, gathering anything useful." Fenway finished with a firm nod.

With two nods of acknowledgment in return, they split up and each engrossed themselves in the task of unsealing and emptying each of the hundreds of LAST containers, one at a time.

Karasel allowed herself a small smile of comfort as she made her way through the first part of her corner.  So far hers had nothing but protein and carbohydrate bars.  Hardly anything exciting, but at least it meant everyone at the Hall would get to have some satisfying meals for a good while.

Plus, she thought to herself happily as she slid another seal into the LL slot on her pack, raising the counter on her badge display up to 2933; just a little more and she'd finally be able to get the Bright Powder that Perka had been wanting for the past year.

Her moment of joy was cut short though, as the border of the room on the mini-map suddenly switched to bright yellow, multiple alert markers popping up in the doorway.

"Room lockdown engaged"

Panic gripped at Karasel's chest as she frantically checked the map, "N-no viral reaction!"

"What did you do this time!" Perka glared across the room at Brioche; who merely looked back with a degree of confusion, more occupied with the LAST container he was currently attempting to fit his entire muzzle inside rather than any alarm.

Fenway stepped to the center, their tail-sphere at full power and painting the room in a calming, pale-blue light, "It's okay, let's all just take a slow breath.  Okay?  Macaron?"

Their mate nodded, waiting a moment before speaking, "Team Wisteria has reported on villages reverse-engineering the room lockout devices found in dungeons, that is why it seems so familiar.  There should be a key in one of these containers that will disengage it."

"Alright, so nothing has really changed.  Let's stick with the plan, get out, and get home!"  Fenway nodded confidently, looking into the eyes of each member of the team in turn.

"I just knew it, you all are going to be so fun to play with."

The voice came from behind Karasel, making her jump, her body breaking out in a cold sweat.  It was the same voice as before.  It had to be.

Karasel tried to call out to the others, to stammer some kind of warning, anything, but nothing would move; not a single sound came out.  The faint prickling of an electrical field tracing up her back and across her lips let her know why.

"Oh good, that still works~" the voice was practically giddy as it spoke from inside her, "It's been such a long time since I've had anyone to play with, I was worried I might be out of practice~  Let's try something a little more difficult then!"

With increasing panic, Karasel was forced to watch, not even being allowed to blink, as a faint purple spark launched from her chest.  Weaving a jagged, flickering path through the air, in an instant it had already disappeared into Fenway's tail.

A few moments later a quiet crack was quickly followed by a yelp from Fenway, as the tip of the Ampharos' tail was bent sharply to the side.  They were not given long to process what had happened though, as in the next few moments their tail was roughly bent five more times, each unnatural motion eliciting a pained cry.  The light in their jewel sphere flickering out after the second time.

Everyone was looking now.  Panic and confusion setting in.

The entity inside Karasel was grinning, "Hey~ wanna see something fun!?"

Fenway heard the voice this time too, eyes going wide.  They weren't given a chance to respond though before the entity took their body in its power and folded the Ampharos over backward, their back letting out a loud, clear crack that elicited gasps from Macaron and Perka.  Not through with its plan, the force also gripped Fenway's head and twisted it sharply around with another quieter snap, stuffing them face-first firmly up against their own padded bottom.

As the "Fainted" marker flashed onto the badge display, and their health meter plummeted, Fenway was only able to manage a weak "N-nooo..." through the pain as their body reflexively, uncontrollably emptied, flooding the back of their diaper with a torrent of warm, soft mush that caused the padding to swell around their head.  The sight, sound, and smell the last thing they were allowed to experience.

"Wh-what's going on, that's not a trap!  Traps don't do that, r-right?" Perka shouted.

"No, they don't!" Macaron responded before the Illumise had even finished, panic overwhelming them both.  "It's... I don't know!  We have to find the key and get out, now!"

Brioche was blinking in confusion, looking slowly between his Rena in the middle of the room and the rest of the panicking team, "Is... is Rena okay?  That... uh..."

His speech trailed off as yellow light welled up from within the fainted parent's jewels, the electrical current already fixing Karasel in place spreading throughout the room.

With an equally loud crack, Fenway's body wrenched suddenly back upright.  Empty eyes flickering to life with the glowing, split-ovals of a Rotom as their head swiveled back around.

"That was fun!" the voice, the Rotom, called out through Fenway, beaming a grin as it giggled.

It was done hiding now.  There was no need anymore.

"Wh-wha... who a-are..." Macaron struggled against the paralysis, their typing giving some advantage, but not nearly enough.

Ghostly chains wrapped around the little land-Shaymin, lifting them through the air with ease; right into the waiting flippers of their possessed spouse, which squeezed down on them alarmingly tight.

Macaron was able to get out a bare squeak of surprise, panic churning their stomach as they stared up into what should have been their love's eyes.

"Hello~  I'm the owner of this place, and you now~  But that's nothing you have to worry about, toys don't need to be concerned with who is playing with them, after all~"

The Rotom was so cheerful with its announcement that it took Macaron a few seconds to realize what it was saying, tears welling in their eyes as they did.

"Aw, you look upset!" the voice taunted, the forced grin on Fenway's face growing as it loomed closer, "Here, why don't you let your lover console you~"

Overwhelmed with fear, Macaron wet the plain white diaper they had been stuck in from earlier.  Uncaring, or perhaps even spurred on because of it, the Rotom pressed the faces of the lovers together, forcing them to share a long, intimate kiss.

Macaron struggled weakly the entire time, only finally gaining a bit of traction as the kissing didn't stop, their lungs crying for a breath.

Enjoying their struggle, the Rotom didn't relent until several agonizing moments later, when it finally had Fenway pull back, allowing Macaron to gasp loudly and take several precious, hard-panting breaths of air.  Air that tasted like Fenway's filled diaper, making their stomach turn even more with each gasp.

After only moment, not nearly enough, the kissing resumed; flippers grasping even tighter as the fainted Ampharos sloppily made out with their love, even forcing their tongue past barely resistant lips to violate their tiny mouth even further.

Perka shook with growing rage and indignation as she watched, yet Brioche merely looked on with continued confusion as his parents kissed.

"Say, big boy~  Your 'Rena' and 'Nomy' are having their 'private time', so do you want to help them get out of here?  Maybe there's a pressure plate that will open the door~"

Despite everything about this situation that he couldn't understand, the mention of a pressure plate made Brioche's eyes sparkle, unease vanishing as giddiness welled up inside the child and the paralysis released him.

"You know what, I think that may even be it over there!"

There was no need for the Rotom to say anything, he already knew, could sense it; whipping around, Brioche spotted it immediately.  It definitely hadn't been there before, but he didn't really care.

"Yay, I can help!  Pressure plate!" the Skymin called out happily as he bounded for it.

With a triumphant stomp, Brioche triggered the plate.  The Iron Ball which teleported in over his head as a result bounced off of it with a resounding clack, leaving the Skymin seeing stars swirling around his head.

Twitching a little, he suddenly whipped around.  There was another one.

"Oh, my bad, that wasn't the door lock at all.  Maybe it's this one?"

Pouncing at the tile, Brioche's cheerful cry of "pressure plate" became a squeak of surprise and then rapid silence as the trap catapulted the Skymin straight up into the ceiling with a dull thud.

As he hung there, face plastered to the overhead surface, a damp spot grew on the front of his pristine briefs; quickly soaking through as he involuntarily emptied the contents of his bladder onto the storeroom floor.  Despite the seriousness of their situation, the sight did give Perka a little pang of satisfaction.

Drifting down from the ceiling like a feather, Brioche touched onto the floor with shakey paws; taking small steps from side to side as he wobbled, eyes swirling as the little Mareep from his undies chased the stars circling him.

"Goodness... looks like our 'big boy' could use some more toilet training after all!"

Sadistic joy filled the Rotom's voice as Brioche continued his wobbly dance, babbling quietly in a nonsensical reply.  As he lifted one paw, listing further to the side, a new pressure plate popped up underneath it.  When his paw came down and depressed the plate with a cheerful click his head jerked upright again.  Just in time to be nicely set up for the toilet that teleported in above him, which impacted with a sickening snap, sending a crack snaking up through the porcelain as Brioche's health meter plummeted to critical.

The final squeeze of pee left in him pattered onto the floor as the toilet slid off Brioche's head with a loud crash; his left eye a tiny swirling dot and the other a jittery star, joined by an unnaturally large, dopey smile.

"There, much better!  Oh, and look..." the Rotom continued happily, and when the senseless Skymin didn't follow his directions a ghostly leash traced around his neck to guide him, "The door's open now!  Why don't you go check it out, big boy~"

The large wooden door which had sealed the room was in fact not open, yet Brioche allowed himself to be lead towards it anyways.  Macaron wasted precious moments of breathing to try and gasp out a warning before they were silenced again, yet even if they had managed, their child was beyond being able to comprehend it.

As Brioche drew closer the door did slowly open inward.  Urged gently forward by the leash, he leaned out the opening, allowing the door to be slammed on his head with the loudest crack yet.

Brioche's hips jerked straight up, tail high in the air as the the incredible pain forced his body to empty; soggy undies tenting and then rapidly filling out with a firm mess that stretched the fabric enough to hide all his little sheepies beneath the brown that showed through.

A few agonizingly long minutes later, the door was opened just enough to allow his fainted body to slump down to the floor in a heap.

Hopping back up to his paws almost immediately, Brioche was still smiling just as wide, but his eyes were now lit from within by the Rotom's same split-ovals as his Rena.

"Oh this is great!" the Rotom grinned through Brioche as it walked him back towards his parents, "Now the real family fun can begin~"

Sauntering past Perka, who was struggling harder against the electrical field holding her, the Rotom wagged Brioche's bottom, making the lump of mess in his undies sway, "Don't worry, I'll get to you soon enough.  I just want to finish with these toys first~"

Pulling back from the latest burst of making out, Fenway's body grinned before spinning Macaron around and slamming them to the floor.

The tiny Shaymin let out a pained yelp from the force of the impact, even with such a fluffy, grassy coating.  Then, as they were trying to recover from having what little breath they had left being knocked out of them, the body of their son climbed across to straddle their torso; and without any hesitation, slammed down as hard as the Rotom could make him sit.

Yelping even louder, Macaron gasped, trying to breath against the weight of their son.  Any air they managed to get though was so heavily scented with his mess though that they retched, muscles squeezing and making their stomach churn.

Then Rotom lifted Brioche back up, and Macaron thought they might be spared, only for the possessed Skymin to slam right back down, his underwear squelching from the impact.  There was a new point of impact too, and Macaron could feel the Rotom's grin as they realized it; their son's errection, augmented by the Rotom's power to be much larger and heavier.

Panic gripped Macaron as their son's member began to hammer away at their chest, but even that they weren't allowed to entirely focus on, as with just as little warning Fenway's face was back pressed against theirs, making out even more forcefully.

Many drawn out minutes of humping later, the Rotom slammed down its hardest yet, eliciting a pained, muffled cry from the Shaymin as tiny snaps came from their chest.  Digging Brioche's paws into his Nomy's stomach, the Rotom climaxed.  With enough force that the sodden material of Brioche's undies did nothing to contain it, it painted Macaron's chest, stomach, and diaper in a flood of thick, goopey cum.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, the Rotom grinned through the Skymin and immediately started humping again, even harder.

Karasel sobbed internally as she was forced to watch it all, seeing Macaron's health meter slowly chipped away.

The electrical field holding her gave a jolt down her ear, making her jerk against it.

"You know..." the Rotom's voice was soft, almost tender this time, it made Karasel even more anxious.

Another jolt traveled down her neck to shoulder as it continued, "... I was planning to just let you watch as I had fun with all of your friends... but~ I think I don't want to leave you out after all~"

Karasel's heart stopped at its statement.

"D-don... don't you d-dare..." Perka forced out through the paralysis, but Karasel wasn't given any time to appreciate her best friend's plea.

In the next moment her arms were being raised out straight to her sides.

If she had been able, she would have screamed at the top of her lungs as another moment later they were stretched out to nearly three times their normal length.  Then again as they were wrapped back around her body to a series of snaps; and a sequence of much louder, sharper snaps as her claws were tied into a knot at the wrists and left to dangle uselessly at the front of her chest like a bow.

Tears streamed down her face as Karasel's eyes were nothing but pin-pricks of agony.

"S-stop...  Don't you...  Don't you dare hurt her like that!" Perka shouted, finally reaching her limit as her anger burst through the paralysis.

"You mean... like this?"

Karasel managed the barest strangled squeak as she felt ghostly hands stirring around inside her.  Gripping her bladder, her intestines.  Squeezing.

The sound of pee splashing onto the floor was immediate as the forced wetting gave her undersized diaper no chance to absorb even the little it could until much too late.  Her eyes trembled as the hands kept squeezing; forcing the poop wedging her open to move despite resistance from the diaper and her already sore ring.

Searing pain lanced through her bottom as the force from the hands finally overwhelmed the paper garment holding in her waste, tearing the sides of the diaper so that the massive hard load could push it away.  Yet it didn't go far, more ghostly hands grabbed onto and held it, catching the waste that was being milked out of the Sneasel.

"Stop!!" Perka screamed, her Rage fueling a glowing blade of energy, "Come out and fight you coward!"

The fragment of Rotom popped out of Karasel, twirling in the air above her with a grin, "Okay!  Go ahead and take-"

It didn't even finish its taunt before a beam of energy flashed through the space it had occupied the instant before.

Flickering back into view, it put itself right in front of Karasel's head, "Gosh, you're so protective, almost like a lover~"

Another blade instantly formed in Perka's outstretched hand, "Shut up!"

"You should be more careful where you're aiming though~"

For the briefest moment, Perka and Karasel's eyes met past the Rotom.  There was an instant of hesitation as Perka realized that her friend was directly in the line of fire for her attack.

It wasn't any hesitation the Rotom actually needed; but it did relish in the pain of realization.

In the next moment, before Perka could react further, the Rotom had already closed the distance between them, and then it was inside her.

"Goodness, no wonder you're so cranky, look at how badly you need to be changed!"

Despite her fury, Perka couldn't help blushing, between the comment and the way the Rotom twirled her body around, examining her.  Then it slowly drew her legs up, forcing her into a squat, "Here, why don't we just get these out of the way~"

Perka started a heated protest that was cut short by a pair of snaps and her scream, as her legs were pushed up further, too far.

Shakey, muttered insults were ignored as ghostly hands tenderly peeled the overloaded diaper free and balled it up, wiped the firely down nice and clean, and applied a light dusting of powder.  Finally she was wrapped in a new diaper, this one a soft, pastel yellow.

"Hmm... but what to do with your old diaper though, we can't just leave it laying around...  Oh, I know~!"

Karasel was turned around unceremoniously, legs spread, butt sticking out to put her aching bottom on display for her friend.

However, Karasel's gaping anus was quickly blocked from Perka's view by the balled up, massively filled pink diaper she had been wearing.

"D-don't... you..."

Karasel got out a muffled squeal of pain as the plastic package was forced against her hole, spreading it even wider as it gradually entered.

More and more of the diaper disappered back into the Sneasel, until several agonizing minutes later when the last of the stretched out ball slipped past her ring, still very visible as it lodged in place, preventing Karasel's anus from closing entirely.

"There, perfect~"

"I... I swear... to Mother... I'll tear you into... such tiny pieces..." Perka spat between gasps of pain.

"What?  You're still so cranky?  I thought for sure the change would help...  Maybe you need some more cheering up!"

Without warning her flight was cut, and Perka dropped to the floor with a loud slap.  The pain of impact radiating through her underside and broken leg-joints was yet overshadowed by the soft click and slight depression of the pressure plate beneath her.

A new alert immediately popped up on their displays, "Ultra-High-Speed Constipation Trap Activated".

In the time it took to read the message, Perka could already feel the effect; a massive weight settling in her lower body, making her stomach swell above the new diaper.  She groaned, exhaling hard as the weight pressed on her injuries.

"Now you don't need to worry about pooping your pants and needing to be changed anymore, you'll just hold it without even trying~  Are you happier now?"

"... g-going to... shove you... in... calculator... dro... drop in volcano..." Perka spat, anger pushing her back gradually to control.

"No no... this just won't do at all." the Rotom tisked, lifting Perka up and slamming her back to the ground.  The diaper barely softened the impact, and a muffled cracking could still be heard behind Perka's alarmed cry.

And another soft click.  Permanent Constipation Trap Activated.

"That's a good start.  I think since you (probably) won't be using this diaper though, you're not going to need it changed, right?"

Squeezing down on the firefly with its electrical field, to hold her tighter in place, the Rotom brought up an inventory of everything in the LAST containers filling the room and began looking it over.  Finding the two items it wanted, it grinned wider.

One container was brought before Perka and unsealed, revealing a large bucket with a picture of a cheerful blue Shellos on it.

The bucket's lid was removed, revealing a thick, gooey white substance inside; which was subsequently poured out into the pulled-open front of Perka's diaper.  Filling it nearly to the top, some of the substance was brought up to smear over her hips and then the diaper was allowed to spring back closed, pressing it in tight.  With still more than half left in the bucket, it was brought around behind her, and the same was done with the back of the diaper; the weight of the goo filling it out and making it droop.  Smeared all up her back, past where the waistband would settle, when the bucket was finally emptied the diaper was allowed to close again and the weight pulled in firmly against her body.

Ghostly hands smoothed it over, pressing down firmly.

When they were done, the diaper was bulging, heavy, and mostly importantly, clinging to her body like a second skin.

"'Sticky Hold Glue' is such a marvelous invention~  I'm particularly fond of this soft-set variant, and I think you'll like it too~ not that you get a choice." the Rotom snickered, enjoying the panic setting in through the pain on Perka's face.

"Now... about that 'potty mouth' of yours though..."

Perka was lifted and brought over to the toilet that had been dropped on Brioche earlier.  It had been set upright, and the last of several large, colorful plastic bottles had just finished emptying into the bowl.

It didn't allow her any further time to prepare or think about what was happening, merely shoving her face-first into the frothy liquid.

Panic burned through her, and Perka struggled as much as the paralysis allowed, as much as she could while trying to hold her breath.

The Rotom simply pressed her further into the toilet, keeping her head submerged in the pearlescent fluid.  Just as she was reaching the very end of her limit, it pulled her up.

Gasping desperately, Perka inhaled some of the fluid streaming from her face as she was held upright, and immediately regretted it.  Retching and coughing hard, she was horrified to find that the fluid didn't come out, but rather a small stream of delicate bubbles.

She wasn't given long to consider the implications before the Rotom shoved her back into the bubble-fluid-filled toilet bowl.

There was less force behind Perka's struggling now, and the Rotom could tell she wouldn't last much longer, yet it was not content to wait.

Waddling over, Fenway's body stared down at the scene for a moment, then whipped around, bringing its tail-jewel swinging down onto Perka's spine with a loud crack.

Reflexively opening wide and inhaling to scream from the sudden, overwhelming pain, her lungs instead filled with the bubble-fluid.  As her health meter plummeted and darkness swallowed up her vision, the Rotom pulled Perka from the toilet, allowing her last sight to be of bubbles drifting past her best friend's face.

Eyes trembling, Karasel slowly looked between the limp body of her friend which had been dropped to the floor, and their companions across the room.  From a further alert on her display, Macaron had finally been allowed the mercy of unconsciousness, as the strain of fellating their son through his sodden briefs proved to be too much.

That meant Karasel was the only one left.

A slow, cheerful snickering from the Rotom made twinges of pain run through her arms, her bowels squeezing.

The electric anomaly flickered in front of her face, grinning, "Well I think our time is about up, but~ what do you say to a little surprize for your lover later?"  It didn't give her any option to respond before continuing, "Perfect!  I knew you'd agree!"

Forced into a squat, leaning forward, she soon felt a warm, solid mass press up against her nethers.  Her head swam with panic and disgust as the crinkling of her former garment brought realization.

Unable to resist, Karasel could merely sob inwardly as her excrement was deliberately pushed back into her with alarming ease.

As more and more entered her, the tip finally touched the opening of her womb, making her eyes go even wider with terror.

Still, there was nothing she could do, and so the poop spread her innermost self with a dull stab of pain.

Creeping into her, the Rotom finally softened the waste just enough to bend; allowing inch after torturous inch to coil up inside her womb without pause.

By the time the last of the load slipped past her inner ring, Karasel's stomach was severely distended, giving her every appearance of an expecting mother.

"There you go~  Now you'll be able to 'give birth' to two happy little 'eggs' for your love~"

Tears streaked Karasel's face, the pain, the weight in her lower body was too much.

Not content to leave it at that, the Rotom grinned again.

The ghostly hands carrying her former, too-small diaper, brought it back up to press against Karasel's nethers; the padding just soiled enough to give an unpleasant squish on contact.

Bringing the sides back around her waist, the Rotom's power mended them back together; and then shrank it.

Karasel got out the barest indignant squeak of pain as the already too-tight paper garment suddenly became even smaller and tighter.  The front crushing her aching nether-lips together; the back wedgied up between her cheeks to plaster against her painfully-stretched anus, cradling and pressing on the bulge of Perka's diaper within, leaving it with no room to even budge.

"Well... maybe I'll let you 'give birth' eventually~" the statement coincided with the appearance of a Rotom-styled lock on the bottom of her display.

Suddenly, Karasel found herself on the floor, the impact to her wound-up arms making her scream in pain as the absense of the paralyzing field finally allowed it.  Sobbing, trembling, she curled up instinctively, though it did nothing to help.

A sharp tug on her ear pulled her head up, and brought Karasel to stare into the Rotom's eyes again.

"That was fun!  But now I need to rest, and you need to go take your team home and get them revived so we can play again later~!"

With that, the Rotom flickered and disappeared, the border of the room on the mini-map switching back from yellow to blue, the alert markers gone, as though nothing had heppened.

Laying in her puddle, surrounded by the bodies of her team, Karasel allowed herself a minute to just cry for everything that had happened.

The realization she was wasting precious time to try and get away from the Rotom made her finally stop and sit herself up.  Blinking away the tears as best she could, Karasel fought through the pain; she knew she was everyone's only hope, and so she desperately tried to figure out how she could somehow get them all back to the gate.

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Perched at the desk in her office, Albion carefully copied figures from the week's mission reports into the guild log.

Reaching the one from Team Agrimony's previous expedition the Absol couldn't help letting out a soft, sympathetic sigh.

While it hadn't been a total failure, the dungeon had ended up costing them far more resources than it had yielded.  Unquestionably it would have gone better if Fenway and Macaron hadn't brought their son along.

Albion chided herself for momentarily thinking of the child as a burden.  He was inexperienced, yes, but lacking a proper instructor in their village, the only way he would ever be able to learn and mature would be through hands-on experience.

Until that finally happened though, they'd just have to do their best to minimize the impact of any shortages.

Moving on to a report from the more successful Team Hawthorne, Albion was in much better spirits by the short time later that the melodious chimes of the gateway signaled an incoming connection.

She sighed again, in relief this time as she recognized the key-code from Team Agrimony's mission.  Moving from her desk over to the large window separating her office from the main hall, she watched as the rest of the keys lit up, a portal swirling to life within the framework.  It was about time, they had been due to return hours ago.

Albion couldn't decide between being furious or jumping through the window to give each of them a big hug; so she quickly settled on a warm 'welcome back'.

Even those mere two words froze on her lips as Albion took in the sight of Karasel struggling to pull along Fenway like a makeshift sled, piled up with the lifeless bodies of the rest of their team.

It took the feline several moments to compose herself enough to cry out, "What in the name of Helix happened!?  You were supposed to be a simple diplomatic mission!  Diplomatic!"

Letting the reins drop from her mouth, Karasel panted from a mixture of exhaustion and pain, "S-sorry... there... there was... this... a... it did..."

The familiar prickling of electricity up her spine interrupted Karasel's babble, making her heart stop and eyes go wide.

"It's later!" the Rotom shouted cheerfully as it zipped out from behind her, tracing a jagged line through the air looking all around the room, "Gosh what a nice place you have~"

Albion flinched backward slightly, blinking in surprise, "Um, yes, thank you?..  Can I help..."

Before she could finish the question, the Rotom was up right in front of her face, beaming an even bigger smile, "Oh!  Are you the 'mayor' here?  Say!  Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be an incontinent mayor!?"

In the time it took her to comprehend what the Rotom had just said, the anomaly had already flashed forward and merged into Albion's body.

With impossible ease, she was lifted and flipped around; hips slammed hard into the window sill so that her privates were on full display for Karasel outside.

Groaning from the force of the impact and trying to get out some kind of protest, Albion's babble quickly switched to an indignant yelp as the Rotom carried right along without pause.  Its ghostly powers pushing her nether-lips apart and stretching open the ring of her anus, exposing even deeper parts of her.

It was only the beginning though, as the feline quickly felt a large, solid pressence prodding at her open hole.  She tried harder to stammer out a protest, but couldn't manage a single coherent word before the dick that wasn't really there thrust deep into her waiting anus.  Being penetrated by pure energy, there was no way she could resist, nothing to keep it from plunging to the very depths of her bowels in a single stroke, sending waves of pain through her bottom.  Then it pulled out, and slammed back in even harder.  Hard enough she felt a slight cracking in her pelvis.

Just when she couldn't imagine it getting worse, Albion felt a similar force pressing against her urethra.  She was given just enough time to consider the implication before it was penetrated as well, making her shriek as the delicate hole was violated.  On the second thrust she felt it impact the opposite side of her bladder.

Albion was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face as she hoarsely begged the Rotom between cries of pain, "S-stop...  You're t-tearing me apart..."

"That's the idea!  But you need to be a good little soon-to-be diaper-dependent mayor and stop being so noisy~"

Crying out as the thrusts continued to grow in intensity, pounding her hips against the unyielding wall with repeated crunching noises, she didn't know what to make of it when there was a sudden pause, the force violating her bladder vanishing.  Albion barely realized she was peeing, mostly that the weight the intruder had been churning up inside her bladder was suddenly decreasing.

With the hardest thrust yet the force returned, making her feel as though it was trying to push her bladder out through her stomach.

Albion opened her mouth to scream, and the Rotom took that opportunity to shove something inside.  It was large, plush, reeking of long days of sweat, and freshly soaked with urine.  Had she been thinking clearly, Albion would have immediately recognized it as the cushion from her chair; as it was, she choked on it, struggling futilely as the Rotom gradually shoved it futher and further down her throat.

Hammering away at the feline's holes with renewed enthusiasm, the Rotom stretched them open even wider, giving Karasel a clear view of their depths.

"Now, little toy-Sneasel... you'd better stop admiring your village's newest baby and run to quartermaster right away~  You have a lot of Revives and clean diapers to get, and the longer you take, the more I'm going to break little-miss-former-mayor."

To emphasize, it increased the size again of the ghostly dicks ruining Albion's insides, eliciting a muffled scream through the cushion and further breathless sobbing.

Karasel paled, trembling, and with just seconds to collect herself, took off at a frantic, pained run to collect the demanded supplies.

The Rotom gave a happy little sigh, turning its full attention back to Albion, "You have such wonderful subordinates, former-mayor~  Oh, but she is taking too long... let's see..."

Ghostly hands gripped onto Albion's paws, she tried weakly to shake her head in protest, but the Rotom ignored it.

"I suppose... now that I'm going to be the mayor, and you're just the guild baby... you're not going to be needing these~"

The hands squeezed tighter, and Albion's muffled scream was accompanied by four sharp snaps, one after another.