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The Padded King began his steady siege of the Digital World only two weeks ago and in this small window of time has brought an estimated 40 percent of the Digiworld's inhabitants under his control. Where he comes from, what he, or it, looks like and how it is so powerful no digimon knows. No digimon who is able to speak intelligently of the king after a run in with him, that is. Village by village the 'king' spreads his rotten influence. His followers were overwhelming in number at the outset of his campaign, but over time his numbers have swelled to an outrageous number. Innocent digimon are converted to his cause and become his transformed envoys. When a village realizes that they are targeted it's already too late for them. The king and his followers have them in their grip.

The Chosen Digimon, those eight who worked with their human counterparts to save the Digital and the real world, were quick to react to this new menace, but even their strength and ingenuity was overwhelmed. The digimon fell out of touch with one another as the Padded King's minions overtook communication hubs. They then lost contact with their human partners as well for unknown reasons that could surely be traced back to the Padded King if they had the luxury of time for research. Engaging the enigmatic king's dopey and innumerable servants proved unproductive. There were always more of the goons and walloping such simple-minded ... creatures didn't feel just. The chosen Digimon decided individually that the problem of the Padded King would have to be dealt with using diplomacy. If no one has seen him in person, who could say that cooperation isn't an option? Maybe the king is misunderstood, they thought.

Agumon and Gabumon live in nearby villages. Their villages are of the dwindling few that have not been taken over by the padded king, and they quickly met up to tackle the padded threat. One of the rumors that spread quickly near the beginning of the Padded King's takeover was that a strange castle had appeared suddenly by Lakeblue Lake. Details regarding the castle were sparse, but the coincidence of its appearance with that of the Padded King made it the most likely place to find the enigmatic character. And so Agumon and Gabumon approach the lake with hopes of discovering who the Padded King is, what he wants, and how to stop him.

The Padded King's castle is where it is supposed to be. Gabumon and Agumon step from a long row of identical looking trees to find a looming piece of architecture that looks like it was lifted out of a children's book. The building has no hard edges, the walls dip and bend in a cartoonish way and are brightly colored. One of the castle towers is made to look like building blocks. The building looks unusual even by the standards of the Digital World.

"Hey Agumon. Is this where you pictured the Padded King living? I thought he would live in some kind of black tower. You know, like most bad guys do?" Gabumon says, gawking at the goofy building.

"Yeah, this is really weird. Looks like it was made for a giant baby." Agumon says. He ogles for a moment longer before shaking out of the surprise and slapping Gabumon's arm. "Come on, we can't waste time staring! Let's go talk with the king and find out what this is all about." Gabumon nods, looking a bit apprehensive.

The two small digimon depart from the trees and make their way to the castle's enormous gate. It looms high above them even from a distance, and as they approach they find the cartoonish look of the building makes it seem larger than it had before. The digimon try to act casually and unthreateningly. They are on enemy grounds and want to solve the problem peacefully more than they want to barge in blasting. Though when they are nearly through the castle gate two of the king's transformed servants appear and approach the pair from both sides.

"Oh no." Agumon mutters.

The Padded King commands some influence over the Digital World's workings at an elemental level. The process of his infiltrating a village begins with the king distributing diapers to the digimon residents. They are forced to wear these by his many minions, but are otherwise left alone. After a period of a few days the Padded King uses his powers to change the village's residents into walking, talking diapers themselves. Transformed, they retain the general look of their former bodies. A hurried scan by some of the now 'padded' digimon revealed that the digimon affected by the Padded King are transformed down to their very bytes. The new servants lose a great deal of their intelligence and conversely gain a great appreciation for both their new forms and their Padded King. They derive great pleasure in peeing and pooping themselves, which manifests as a yellow and brown swelling of their groin area. Many of them are happy to do nothing all day but grope and fill themselves and each other. They grind their crinkling privates endlessly and thus far there is no way to convert the diaper digimon to their original forms. And at the rate the Digital World is being overthrown it is unlikely that a cure will be found in time for one to be useful in turning the tables on the king.

The diaper digimon approach Agumon and Gabumon with affable expressions. Their faces are basically featureless. Two hollow pits where their eyes ought to be and a mouth of a similar affect. They walk with a light crinkle. Gabumon and Agumon recoil when they realize that the digimon's groin areas are swollen and yellow. Their scent wafts strongly as they come to stand before the pair. They stand quietly and expectantly.

"Uhh, hi! We're here to talk with the Padded King." Agumon says. The diaper creatures look at one another and broad smiles crawl across their faces. More than a little disturbed, Agumon and Gabumon shoot one another questioning looks. The digimon quickly grab Gabumon and Agumon by their arms and begin to drag them into the castle. In spite of their cushy forms they are very strong.

"Ung! Hey what are you dirty diaper creeps doing?" Agumon shouts, trying to tug his arm free. Gabumon follows his digimon's lead sheepishly.

"We take you to 'da king now silly." The digimon holding Agumon says. When the diaper turns his head Agumon realizes that the digimon looks familiar. He had been trying to avert his eyes from it since it first appeared, but now that he is close he learns that the creature is Gatomon, or it was anyhow. One of the other Chosen Digimon and a close friend of his. She is nearly unrecognizable now with her bloated bottom half. Sagging and yellowed. Her proximity also makes her stench unavoidable. She along with the castles interior reeks of piss and poo along with the strange, plastic-like smell apparently normal of diapers. Not that Agumon or Gabumon would recognize it.

"Is that Gatomon?" Gabumon asks, tugging feebly at the diaper's grip.

"Hey! Gatomon? Gatomon, it's Agumon, hello?" Agumon says, trying to catch Gatomon's attention. The smelly diapermon walks along oblivious to Agumon's pleas. Gatomon's only response is a loud, wet fart which causes her browned backside to rumble. She giggles and continues to drag her former friend down the castle's main hallway.

"She's gone." Gabumon says solemnly. Agumon sighs. The Padded King must be reasoned with. If he and Gabumon can't succeed all of the digimon they know will become mindless, walking diapers, just like Gatomon.

As the group walks down the hall, presumably toward a throne room, Agumon and Gabumon take note of the castle's interior. The inside of the castle is in keeping with the childish appearance of its exterior. It looks like a nursery. The floors are soft and cushy, the walls are all pastel in color. The digimon occasionally manage to steal a peak through a cracked door and inside they find playrooms, bottle feeding stations, and rooms filled with cribs. These rooms are filled with diaper digimon and hundreds more roam the halls. Some of them approach Agumon and Gabumon curiously and some are at play. Most however are in pairs or piles enjoying themselves. They sit on one another's faces, mess themselves loudly and hump, all while giggling like barely intelligent children.

"Ewww." Agumon groans. He tries not to watch as a nearby pair of diapermon in a sixty nine position happily sniff the other's bloated, crinkly groin. "This is disgusting."

"Agumon come on. They used to be our friends." Gabumon says.

"What is this guy planning anyway? What does he get out of all this?" Agumon says angrily.

"Maybe he just likes diapers. You know, like -really- likes them?" Gabumon says thoughtfully.

"Gabumon, that's disgusting!" Agumon says. The diaper digimon have dragged them to a pair of large doors. The pair finally release their arms and stand dumbly on either side of the entrance.

"King's in there." The Gatomon diaper says. Agumon and Gabumon step forward without hesitation.

"We're going to fix this Gatomon. Promise." Agumon says, holding his former friend's fingerless mitts.

"Heehee, who's Gatomon?" She says. She pulls her hands free and joins the other guard. They walk arm in arm down the hallway from whence they all came each patting the other's diaper. They giggle and skip until out of sight. Agumon who had been shocked by the development, turns to Gabumon and nods. He nods back and in unison they shove open the throne room's heavy doors.

Agumon and Gabumon are met with a blast of particularly pungent air. The entire castle reeks, but the odor that meets the pair upon entering the throne room is nearly unbearable. Joining the now unfortunately familiar smell of waste is a distinct stench that neither of the digimon can place. When their eyes stop stinging Agumon and Gabumon see the Padded King, for the character in front of them could be no one else. Sitting on a large cushion and surrounded by other, lesser diaper digimon is a giant padded Gargomon. It lacks the digimon's gun-arms, but its long ears and diaper tapes mimicking the digimon's distinct facial pattern give it away. The two digimon approach cautiously and try not to block their nose in fear of offending the king. The smell worsens as they near him. Lying about the Padded King are some diaper followers, presumably his favorites as they all have especially bulbous diapers and seem particularly dim. These underlings caress the king all over and hardly notice Gabumon and Agumon's entrance. A padded Impmon appears from behind the king and walks toward the pair with purpose. The two digimon stand uneasily before the giant Gargomon. Agumon summons some resolve and stands resolute as the Impmon speaks.

"Welcome to 'da Castle of 'da Padded King! You may bow." He says in a normal, lucid voice. Agumon and Gabumon exchange a knowing glance and refuse to bow.

"We need to talk to the king." Agumon says firmly to the Gargomon.

"What?! Hey, you want 'ta talk to 'da king you gotta do it through me, buddy." The pampered Impmon says stamping, and sloshing, up to Agumon who recoils more from his smell than the threat of violence.

"Impmon please, this is important." Gabumon says. Impmon ignores his comment and scowls. His anger mounts visibly until he is quieted by a booming fart from the Padded King. As it resounds the king's cadre moan and bury themselves further in the browned wrinkles of his pear-shaped bottom.

"It's OK Impmon. Let them talk." The Padded King says. He speaks with a normal voice as well. Are these the only diapers who have a trace of their former intelligence? The king stands, disappointing his well-padded companions who lay in a smelly pile in his absence. The king lives up to his title. When he stands Agumon and Gabumon see that his diaper is enormous, like a thick, crinkling balloon of waste around his waist. He walks with booming and squelching steps. "So little ones, what can I do for you?"

"We want to know why you're doing this, why you're taking over the Digital world. And... how you're doing it." Agumon says. Gabumon nods along.

The Padded King stands confidently, and despite his apparent intelligence bears the same dim-looking expression as his followers. "I'm not taking over the Digital World. Really, I'm just showing all these digimon a peaceful, tame existence. I suppose you enjoy a life of constant battle where the haves and the have-nots fight for power? Or are you one of those silly digimon that love to fight? Diapers don't need to fight, we don't need to eat or even breathe. If you give me some time, I think I can show you that you'll be much happier as one of my padded friends." Agumon does not like how the Padded King repeatedly said 'you' in a definite sense, as opposed to referencing digimon as a whole.

"But this is... What you do isn't right! You can't take away a digimon's free will even if you have a good goal. Doing that makes you no different than Devimon or any other evil monster." Agumon says.

"Well, I don't know Agumon. There hasn't been any fighting since he started to take over. None of the trouble-makers want to fight at all. Maybe we should hear him out." Gabumon says meekly. The Padded King smiles down at him.

"Gabumon, how can you say that?" Agumon says before turning to the king. "Will you please undo what you've done? The digimon don't want to be... what you turn them into. You need to let them decide how to live." The Padded King rubs his chin, it crinkles at his touch.

"I'll think about it Agumon." The Padded King says, awaiting the digimon's next question.

"T-thank you." Agumon says, beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. The overpowering smell of the king and the other diapers is getting to him. "But how do you do it? How do you c-change the digimon in-into..."

"Into diaper slaves?" The king finishes. Agumon nods, swaggering. "Well, I think you are learning the answer to that question riiiight now." As the king finishes speaking Agumon and Gabuon hear a simultaneous hissing and a rumbling in their bellies. As the stench seems to invade their very consciousnesses they begin to pee and poop themselves, only the sensation feels abnormal. Instead of releasing themselves onto the soft ground their cocks and asses slowly fill and merge with their groin in one soft, warm mass.

"Nnnnhh. Peeeing." Agumon groans in confused surprise. "No. What is happening?" The transformation continues and their groins are soon encased in a thick, soft diaper, already partly soiled by their piss and shit. Their penis and anus are gone and the diaper material is spreading quickly, changing their leathery skins into plush, absorbent material. The Padded king approaches.

"Diaper digimon have no need for genitals. You will receive pleasure from wetting yourself, from filling your insides with poop, and from serving myself of course. A simple life." The king says, enjoying the writhing of the digimon as they lose themselves to the spreading white material. Agumon has a flash.

"Gabumon, urrgh. It's the s-smell! You have to get away from the king." Agumon says, turning to crawl away. It is a difficult task as his legs and feet have already changed. His big tow claws changed into dull, soft nubs. He crawls with his new padded butt wagging in the air. Even as he escapes he can't deny that the warmth that comes with wetting himself is very comfortable. He quickly looks back at Gabumon to find that he isn't faring very well. The king has reached Gabumon and is standing above him and practically smothering him with his big, brown diaper. Gabumon is almost completely transformed and as Agumon watches Gabumon's face is consumed and attains the dumb, babyish look of the diaper servants. His own diaper portion is extremely swollen and yellow. Gabumon brings his mitts to the king's diaper and caresses it lovingly.

"Ahhh, very good Gabumon. It looks like you were meant to be one of my poo-brained little servants. Doesn't that feel better? Hoohoo, somebody made a big peepee." The Padded King coos to his prey. He reaches a massive mitt down to Gabumon and gently squeezes his yellow bulge which pleases the new diaper greatly.

"G-gabumon, no." Agumon groans. The padding has reached his neck. He falls and rolls onto his bum, squishing its contents loudly. He looks down at his hands, changed as well. He loses track of time like this. Watching his diaper fill and his feet crinkle as he clenches them. The transformation is scary, but he is more worried about his mind. He can't force himself to flee any longer, and with every second the heady, fecal stench of the padded King begins to seem like a pleasant perfume. "I-I don't wanna be a diaper. You can't d-do this to me. Me... big, poopy, wet poopy diaper head. Me feel stinky... Haha." He mutters. He can't remember what he was running from moments ago. He looks around in confusion as his face is transformed. Sunken hollow eyes peering out over a soft white snout. He finds that The Padded King, his king, is standing above him.

"Very good Agumon. Tell me how you feel." The Padded King says, standing above Agumon with Impmon and Gabumon beside him.

"Me feel all warm inside, your majesty. Look I did peepees!" Agumon says, cupping the yellowed front bulge of his diaper.

"You sure did. What a good diaper you are." The king says, bending over to pat Agumon's head with his massive mitt. Agumon giggles happily at his master's praise. The king then pats his backside firmly to assess his fecal performance.

"Agumon! Yay!" The diapered Gabumon shouts, before running up to his friend with loud, squishing steps. He throws his arms around Agumon who does the same and they hug tightly. Their new, smooth bodies are very soft and the pair remain in the hug for nearly a minute. Just when they begin to rub and prod one another intimately, or as intimately as the genital-less diapers can, the king interjects.

"I'm glad you enjoy your new changes. Don't you understand now why we need to spread my gift to the entire Digital World?" The king says.

"Oh yah. This is so good." Gabumon says, squeezing Agumon's waist tightly, rubbing his nose into his friend's smelly mound.

"I want to stay like this forever." Agumon says proudly.

"Good. I have a job for you two." The king says.

"Really?! What is it what is it?" The two say, nearly in unison.

"I'm sending you back to your former villages with some of these special diapers Impmon has here. Give them to all your old friends. Every one of them. In a few days they will turn into retarded diaper slaves like you and you can spend the rest of your days playing with them."

"Ohhhh wow. Me like that idea your majesty." Agumon says.

"Somehow I knew you would. Haha. You like to be used don't you." The padded king says. Agumon and Gabumon nod, then stand and accept the satchels Impmon prepared for them.

"Do you have to make them so dumb, your majesty?" Impmon asks with his perennial snarkiness.

"I like them better that way." He says. "Besides, you don't see them complaining do you?" Impmon's gaze drifts to Gabumon whose diaper his hissing as he pees himself. He grins blankly and rubs his padding.

"No, sir. I guess I don't." Impman says. The Padded King turns Agumon and Gabumon around and gives them both a firm slap on their bums causing them to chuckle loudly.

"Now get out there and spread my padding to your villages!" The king says. The two new diaper mons run happily out of the throne room with their bags of transformative diapers. Their concerns from their prior lives have vanished and even if they could be recalled would be completely beyond their comprehension. Why would anyone -not- want to be a diaper? The pair run past their comrades in padding. The smells that had been so disgusting to them before are now a welcoming, happy scent. The scent of happy diapers using themselves. As they run they pass a trio of regular digimon. Agumon vaguely remembers their names. A Veemon, Armadillomon, and Hawkmon walk cautiously down the hall led by two diaper mons. They pay this little mind and continue on their special mission. Everyone whole Digital World will become diapers, like them. And it's their mission to make it happen.