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"Over here! Quickly!" Milo shouted, fiercely skidding to a stop. Oshawott had only a brief moment to look for his friend before he was threatened to lose the basketball, but reacted on time. He bowled the ball high into the air, to which Milo had to reposition a bit to catch it.

It bounced off the Tepig's nose, letting him skilfully knock it up high again. He followed after it and knocked it flying with Ember, earning the team a stylish three-pointer.

Deep in the woodlands of a forested village, this basketball court was set up and free for Pokémon to use. It wasn't caged in or have much in the way of spectator seats, but it did have two artificial tree trunks set at both ends to provide the basketball hoops. The floor was kept regularly clear of leaves and mess, while the markings of the court were drawn into the soft, mossy floor with bright, white, Smeargle ink. And right now, this engaging game was going on between a local team and some rivals from the mountains beyond the forest where the court was hidden.

"Score! As if we needed a higher lead," Milo cheered, bouncing on his hind legs for a moment. The Snivy on their team came and celebrated too, high-fiving the trio.

Well, Ben wanted to celebrate with them. He was the Oshawott of their little casual basketball team, but he rarely played in a real game due to his weakness: his reliance on diapers. And even now when they were deep into a game with another casual team, he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about it. He was playing alright, but he was amongst Pokémon who were probably judging him for wearing that big, pink, puffy thing taped tightly around his waist.

But it wasn't the plain embarrassment of being seen by strangers while wearing them. He actually couldn't help but actually need to use them. The ones he wore stretched out to maybe twice his width naturally, providing for plenty of durability. How did he play a sport like basketball with them?

No one knew, not even himself, but he played it well regardless. Pokémon Basketball was easier than normal basketball since the ball was strong enough to take the full brunt of Pokémon attacks, and they weren't as strict on the rules about the ball being held. So even with a big diaper obstructing his steps a bit, he was still as much of a threat as an Oshawott could be. His Razor Shell made for easy steals while doubling as a wicked tech for scoring with dunks.

All that aside, this wasn't the full the reason he was so nervous right now. The real reason, well, he felt his stomach rumble bad enough to make him moan and rub it, pushing his diaper into his crotch. He needed to go, and he needed to go bad. It had to be mess of all things, too. The way he needed to go now, he was sure it'd be a big one. But with an important game being played and Pokémon judging him on the opposing team, he really didn't want to do it with them around.

"Okay, next play. Let's go you slackers, time for the epic comeback!" one of the rival Pokémon shouted, a Geodude. He raised his fist and his team responded with equal cheers. They were down 25 - 10, but with spirits that high, Ben's team couldn't let up.

Ben was too shy to ask to stop the game, too. With less than half the match time left, he could make it, right? All he'd have to do is stall for time, win, let the rock types leave, and then he could dump his undies as much as he wanted. Milo and Evan, the Tepig and Snivy that made up their trio, were perfectly fine with changing him. He just had to last.

Yes, he just had to last. That's what he kept telling himself once he realised. He felt uncomfortable down there, but he just had to last. It was that simple.

With the call to return to the game, he took his position on the field. Geodude faced him in the centre, while a Cranidos and Gligar took the left and right respectively. A surrogate referee, a local Raticate, held the ball at the ready to toss it into play. Now was the time to focus.

Geodude was slow but strong and could stretch those arms far with surprising force, making him ideal for tackling. That was why they put him in the middle. Cranidos was equally as surprising when it came to dashing right up in someone's way, while Gligar could cross the field and dunk faster than anyone in the game, even on Ben's team. But the three rivals were all slow in hindsight, and that was their advantage.

It was almost like he could physically see their strategy. He'd get barged out of the way, they'd pass to Gligar, who would then shoot down the field for an easy dunk while Geodude and Cranidos blocked Ben's team. Their routes, possible ways of achieving that, and all else lit up in Ben's eyes, like glowing lines of prediction that told him where they were going to go. But there was an oversight in their plan - in Pokémon basketball, attacks could only be launched at the ball and not the Pokémon. If an attack physically knocked a Pokémon down when they weren't carrying the ball, it would count as a foul. Also, the one with the ball couldn't use an attack unless it was for the purpose of shooting or dunking.

This meant that he could let Geodude take it and get off an easy pass, and then steal it from Gligar. From there, Evan the Snivy could just get clear, and then they'd have an easy counterattack. That was his plan until just before the whistle was blown, as his stomach rumbled again. He clenched his teeth and rubbed it, unable to avoid passing a loud puff of wind. He glanced up the moment he did, certain that Geodude heard him.

In his moment of embarrassment, he didn't realise that the play had begun. Geodude heard him for sure, but it didn't seem to care. The Rock type launched himself off the ground to catch the ball and tossed it to Gligar, while Cranidos made straight for Milo, stopping the Tepig from making any easy moves. It went exactly as Ben predicted, but without him moving, his team were already a hundred steps behind.

"B-Ben, do something!" Evan cried out. The Snivy was doing his best to try and steal from Gligar, who was already just behind the range of a two-pointer. Any closer and he'd be going for a dunk for sure. Gligar floated on the wind to keep himself nimble, while also making it a nightmare for Evan's Vine Whip to take him out.

All of that was going on, yet Ben could only watch in shock. Geodude stood in his way perfectly and Milo was practically pinned to the spot by that annoying Cranidos. The moment he looked back up at the game, Gligar had slipped past and flicked the ball up with his tail, chasing it before slamming it down through the hoop. The whistle was blown.

"Heh. That ought to knock the wind outta ya, huh Ben?" Geodude laughed. Ben went completely red at the double meaning of the remark. His stomach rumbled again, and he began to get a feeling of just how much he really did need to let out. His ass felt like it was going to burst, not urgently, but that if he didn't focus on holding right now, he'd have an accident.

"Ben, what happened? You just stood there like a lemon!" Milo said, rushing over to him. Ben blinked at him and then shivered hard, having to rub his tummy again. "H-huh? You okay?"

"G-guys... I gotta um... you know," he moaned.

"Oh, why didn't you just say something? We'll just call the game off and--"

"No! Don't do that, then they'll know that I," Ben squeaked, tiddling his feet. His stomach rumbled yet again, making him rub his bottom as if to try and sooth himself. Milo and Evan exchanged unsure glances. "If we just like, stall the game out, then we'll win. Then they'll leave and I can go."

"You really think you can hold it?" Evan asked.

"There's like what, a minute or two left, right? S-sure," Ben said, still squirming.

"But then we have to not score. 'Cos the time does stop when someone scores," Milo said.

"Then we'll just have to hold the ball until then. That's easy, right? We're faster than them," Ben smiled cheekily.

"Shot clock," Evan pointed out. Ben's smile instantly turned into a frown. "Next play's about to start. We can stall for as long as possible, but be prepared for us to have to score again."

And so the game resumed. Ben's team changed their strategy so that he wasn't the one in the centre, helping him to hide his necessity. But in the short time left, it was like his need was brewing by the second, like the faeces he needed to let out were growing in his gut. His tummy was inflating, rumbling with discomfort more frequently than before, tightening his diaper until it actually was uncomfortable to walk.

Only about a minute left, and it was gruelling. He still had to take part in the game, but every moment where he wasn't squeezing his butt cheeks together to help hold it were where he really felt it. It was like his ass was going to burst and he was going to embarrass himself at any moment. And even then, he had to make sure that no one was looking at him when he held it, sneaking out farts and squirms in the short moments where he could. None of the enemy team were commenting on the stalling tactics or his needy movements, so he must've been well hidden, right?

But of course, the game went on for far longer than that minute. Geodude's team were playing for keeps even though it was a mere friendly. Ben's team were able to steal and stall, but it was almost as if they were being punished for that tactic. Points had to be scored, and that meant more breaks and more time spent waiting for the next play. Each one was agonizing. Ben was certain that every time that ball went through the hoop, a new lump of stuff was forming in his gut, trying to push out the rest of the mess out with it.

By the time the game was actually over, his stomach was almost to the exact width his diaper was and it barely fit him as a result. Ben's team had won 40 - 27, but he didn't want to dance and hug - he did it anyway, straining to hold it in so much that his face was scrunched the whole time during their congratulations and his lower body actually hurt. But he put up with it, farting quietly while shaking hands, high-fiving, and patting the backs of his opponents.

"C'mon, c'mon already," he whined in his head as Geodude and Cranidos rambled on about how impressed they were with his team and their performance. It was all the usual rabble of a friendly rivalry, and he always appreciated swell sportsmanship like that. But he could tell that he was seconds away from literally exploding right there and then, so for the first time, he wanted them all to just shut up and end it. That was until a bit of a saving grace occurred, and his stomach growled aloud, loud enough for Geodude to hear.

"You okay there?" Geodude finally asked.

"I- uh, um..." Ben staggered, clutching his stomach. It felt like it was going to slip free whether he wanted it to or not now, and he could tell. He could feel it. The feeling of all that much brewing in his lower tummy, stretching it out and threatening to burst from him, he just couldn't hold it anymore. He had to go now, or else. "I-I need to be excused! I gotta go now, I'm sorry!"

"Whoa, uh, okay?" Geodude said, only able to raise an arm before the Oshawott was off. He turned that shock into a cheerful wave. "We'll be back. And next time, we'll be stoppin' ya from scoring even one!"

"Ben!" Milo and Evan cried, sticking an arm out as well.

Ben barely heard them. He just knew he needed to get free of the basketball court as soon as he could. He sprinted, leaned forward with hands clenching his bottom tight, ignoring the pain all that brought him. He barely made it a few trees beyond the court before his tummy gave a long, low growl, and he felt his strength give way.

"Oh no," Ben whined, coming to a complete stop. He squirmed by a trunk that was thankfully thick enough to hide him from the view of anyone immediately nearby, and then finally leaned back, sitting down to let loose.

He didn't even have to push; his mushy mess just began to slip free of his insides on its own. And oh how good it felt to finally relieve after holding it so long and hard. It wasn't unhealthily runny or dense, it was natural, sticky, and mushy, but it came out of his ass with little effort anyway. At the same time, a few farts came free with it whilst his member began to let loose and soak his front, to his surprise. The Oshawott let out an arousing moan as he felt his pains dissipate into nothing, his guts emptying and warming his diaper all over.

Even though it was too late to care if anyone was watching him, he couldn't help but blush at the lengthy results of his messing. Thirty seconds later and he was still unloading it all, so much thick, squishy mess filling into his diaper that the backside couldn't accommodate it all. It made his bottom look really fat as well as feel extra soft and feel hot, but it was soon overflowing through to the front of the diaper, where even as he stopped peeing, it filled the front and began to inflate it. He laid his hands on top of it to try and squish it down, but it just kept coming, the feeling of mushy heat surrounding him on all sides from the waist down, it all made him feel so good that he began to squirm and whine.

He tried to resist feeling aroused by it, but the relieving feeling of it all built up until he was breathing hotly and he shut his eyes to revel in it. His hands went from rubbing the surface of that diaper to squishing into it as much as they could, playing with the mush from the outside to try and shift and churn it all around the tight space of his heavy diaper. It all rubbed against him, a bit sloshy and weighty, exchanging all that heat and feeling all over his body. Soon enough, he arched his back and let out a loud, cute moan of pleasure, hitting a dry orgasm from the joy of it all. He kept playing with it the whole time his head was raised too, long after he had stopped messing, revelling in the feeling and riding out that orgasm for as long as possible. It felt so good to relieve after holding it this long, and it felt even better to have his underwear be this thick, full, and all of natural, stinky things. He eventually sat back into it and relaxed in content, even though he still felt his tummy wasn't empty or anything. He blushed again, surprised to see that he had let out so much that pink of his diaper had begun to fade into brown, hinting of the heavy amount of mush within. On top of that, the diaper struggled to condense it all, stretching out so much that it lifted him higher off the ground a bit.

But it still managed to hold it all. He patted his messy mush with a goofy wiggle of a smile on his face, shaking his feet a bit. The diaper still wrapped around his legs tightly, and the tape around his waist wasn't exactly tight or ripping. But the lower puffiness was now taut and failed to retain a round shape, becoming a mushy mountain of pink with a tint of brown wrapped around him. Now that he was looking at it as well, churning it around felt all the hotter as he could see it all shift shape and weight to where he was trying to shift all the mess, and all magically without a threat of ripping or overflowing at all.

"Naughty baby," Evan said, making Ben yelp. The Snivy and the Tepig came from around the tree with snarky smiles on their faces. Evan ignored Ben's shock and embarrassment, going straight for him. He laid a leafy hand softly on that filled diaper. "Mmm... you had to go more than I thought. Good thing you said to leave, huh?"

"I--" was all Ben could stutter.

"Something tells me you didn't let it all out, though. It isn't the worst we've changed," he snickered, looking up at Ben. He still didn't know what to say or do, staring back at his two friends. "C'mon Milo. Let's make him feel all better before we change him, huh?"

"B-boys?" Ben staggered. His face flushed with heat as the duo edged closer to him, practically climbing up the mountain of mess he'd made in his underwear to get closer to him. He shut his eyes in expectation of the worst, but they merely began to rub his tummy instead, pressing down and massaging it to try and relax him. "G-guys, ah..."

It didn't take long for the effects of his friends' massaging to come through. His tummy rumbled yet again, but not out loud or of desperate need, but that he was so relaxed and soothed now that he could let it all out if he tried. Him and his friends had done this skit before, and although it embarrassed him slightly, deep down he loved it. They wanted him to fill his already full nappy until it was bursting at the seams, and then the trio could play with it and feel good together. Normally this was only safe to do indoors where nobody could find them, but right now, Ben felt far too good to care about that.

He played along with his friends' movements with pleasured moans and happy squirms, and then tensed up to push out the rest of his mess. His tongue lolled out as it came free, and his hands wasted no time in trying to squash down that diaper all the more. He let out a lot more than he thought he could in that little moment, enough to bloat up his diaper by another inch or two, further lifting him off the ground.

"B-boys," Ben whined, looking down at his mess.

"You good to go?" Milo giggled.

"We er, really shouldn't have done this here. I mean, maybe the other Pokémon are scared off by the smell, but, er," he said, pushing himself forwards to stand and walk. Him and his friends went bright red at the amount of mess he'd bloated his diaper with, as it refused to let him stand in every way possible. The puffy diaper pushed his feet apart as the mess spilled out to the front, while the back of his diaper was bigger, mushier, and weightier than a Munchlax. Just about.

Either way, it was difficult to walk in - not because it was heavy, sticky, or shapely, but because every step churned all that poop around his waist, making him want to play with it more. But he knew he needed to get home for that, so he'd have to hold it in and resist for now.

"I just realised I don't actually have any spares. So we'll have to get home in this. I hope no one sees," he said, looking away.

"Oh. Whoops. See, maybe we should've called the game off from the start," Evan replied, rubbing the side of his face.

"Think of it on the bright side. If we're heading home to change you anyway, we... might as well have a bit more fun when get there?" Milo said, looking away as well.

There was quiet at that statement. But maybe the Tepig was on to something. Relieving himself this way, overfilling the diaper so much and still having it nowhere near close to ripping or failing on him, how much more could it hold? Perhaps when they were there, they could find out...