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Usually, this part of the adventure was Arti's favorite. Once the villain had been caught and the obligatory last minute major obstacle had been cleared, Team Knockout were always in high spirits, joking and laughing with each other while their captured villain lagged behind, spurred on by an occasional tug on the rope binding his arms. It made him feel close to his girls, it made him feel accomplished, and most importantly it reminded him why all of his work was worth it.

He felt no such thing now. Lulu and Shiro acted the same as always, laughing and joking up ahead, but in his place stood Akumin, who filled his role quite naturally. The hypno never missed a beat, always pushing jokes to their limit but never crossing, reminding the girls of the best parts of the adventure, building anticipation for their inevitable hero's welcome. It was Arti who lagged behind the group. Though Akumin was bound and Arti held the rope that held him, it felt as if he were the villain being pulled along instead.

The jokes were also different. Arti could admit to a mean-spirited barb at their captured villain every once in a while. In fact, he'd actually had a few planned specifically for Akumin once they'd captured him! But for the most part, the jokes were always silly, lighthearted, and fun... this time, however, Arti got to know what it felt like to be the butt of the joke.

"Pretty sure he's gonna leak if he pushes out any more," Akumin said.

Lulu giggled. "Like, you think? Oh my god that's so gross, guys!"

"Oh, Akumin knows, don't you, you big ol' villain?" Shiro said with a smile, groping at Akumin's balls. "And you can't keep it in, can you, ya big baby?" she called back to Arti.

The poor zoroark fumed: the joke felt more like a straight insult, but more than that, the slut was literally groping at their prisoner!

"You can say what you want about my diaper," he snapped, "but at least I'm not the one groping a disgusting pervert! Where do you get off doing that to him? Fuck, and in front of me, too!"

Lulu squealed. "Oh, we're groping Akumin now? I want in, I want in!" The lopunny leapt to the hypno's side and shamelessly ran her hand up and down his shaft. Akumin groaned, biting his lip as the lopunny's delicate touch sent shivers up his spine. The scent of filth grew heavier in the air, making Arti a little woozy.

Shiro, on the other hand, furrowed her brow. Why 'was' she groping the prisoner? A part of her said it was obviously to make him feel good, but... but another part of her said that was wrong. That she shouldn't be doing that.

Her growing confusion was obvious to both Arti and Akumin, but it was the hypno that took advantage of the lapse in Shiro's thoughts. "Diaper check!" he declared.

Shiro was shocked out of her train of thought. The group stopped, and before Arti knew what was coming, the hypno walked up to him and roughly groped at his massive, nasty diaper. His knees buckled at the sensation, forcing him to lean on the hypno for support as his hands explored every inch of it.

"Aw, I knew you were a bit of a diaper slut, but you seem to be enjoying this," Akumin teased. Arti's face grew redder, but the moans slipping out of his mouth interrupted any retort he might have come up with. His cock felt insanely sensitive, and his balls ached as if he hadn't came in weeks. It wasn't his fault if the warmth and the grease of the logs just felt good!

He felt a pressure building in his balls and behind his dick, and he knew immediately what was coming. "N-No, no," he repeated to himself. He wasn't going to do it, it felt good but he'd never give in. The zoroark clenched as he hard as he could, willing the building explosion to fade away, but it grew, and grew, and grew, and-

"Nah, you're good." Akumin pulled his hands away just before Arti burst. The orgasm subsided, leaving him a strange mixture of grateful and frustrated. It was good he didn't cum in front of everyone... but god, did his balls ache. "You can fill a lot more, can't ya buddy? Your diapers mighta been full at one point, but you got plenty of room in there now!"

Arti furrowed his brows. What was that supposed to mean? He wasn't leaking anywhere, so how could there be more room?

Before he had a chance to think too hard about it, Akumin slid behind him, and Lulu and Shiro both shoved their hands against his warm diaper. Arti let out a gasp of pleasure, falling back onto the hypno's chest. "Oh, I see what he means," Shiro said with a sharp grin. Lulu giggled and nodded in agreement. "Like, there's nothing there!"

Akumin's heady scent surrounded him, enveloped him and broke his concentration. He could feel an orgasm building in his balls again, but this time every breath he took of the hypno's musk made him forget everything he was doing to avoid climax. Shiro and Lulu kept groping, hands brushing against his balls through the plastic, warm shit squelching against his cock again, and again, and again.

"F-Fuuuuuck!" Arti finally cried out. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, and his eyes rolled back as he desperately humped into the air. His cock throbbed, and jet after jet of thick cum sprayed into his diapers. It swirled with the piss and shit mixture, making the slurry even more disgusting, and ran down his legs as if to prove his perversion. Presumably the cum was white when it came out, but after mixing with his mess it was a deep brown with smaller green chunks floating inside it.

The warm cum dribbled onto his feet as his orgasm cooled, and Arti slumped to the ground with a wet squelch. He rode the dying waves of pleasure as long as he could...and when the pleasure faded, so did his consciousness. The black overtook his mind, and as it did so, he managed one conscious thought: "Why was my best orgasm from diaper humps?"

Arti woke up to the sound of slurping and gagging. His balls ached from the force of their relief, but his diaper felt... light. With a groan, the zoroark sat himself up and rubbed at his messy diaper, his sleepy mind aching for a hint of that pleasure again. To his surprise, he crinkled. The other noises stopped.

He looked down to find a fresh, clean diaper clinging to his hips. The smell of baby powder filled the air, mixing with the general stink in the air to give it a disturbing sweetness. Had they changed him while he had slept? Experimentally, he slid his paws to the tape on his diaper and pulled.

The tape hung on for a moment before opening with a satisfying tearing noise.

"Wouldn't pull on that if I were you, kid." Akumin's gravelly voice jerked his mind fully conscious. He looked up at the hypno with red eyes. More accurately, he looked up at the hypno's heavy, swinging cock. For the first time since he'd taken that perv captive, Akumin's disgusting cock was soft. And... and clean?

To the right, Arti watched as Lulu scraped some sort of gunk off of her fur and giggled. Her belly was round and soft, as if she'd consumed far too much of something. "Were... were you getting into the rations?" he asked. "The... the peanut butter? There's something on your face, Lulu."

Something felt weird in his mind. Things weren't connecting like he felt like they should. The feeling that he was missing something hung heavy over him, but faded away at Akumin's chuckle. Lulu giggled too, though it had an empty quality to it.

"No, Lulu here wasn't in the rations, Arti. What a sharp mind you have. No wonder they made you leader." The irony dripping off Akumin's words was lost on the zoroark. He was confused as to why the pervert was complimenting him, but hey. His superiority was obvious, why wouldn't he?

Arti clambered to his feet, ignoring the slight ache in the back of his head. He must have thunked himself against the ground as he passed out. "Well, let's uh... let's get going. Right, team? Sooner we get this pervert taken care of, sooner I can figure out what's going on."

Lulu and Shiro glanced at Akumin, who nodded slightly. Only then did the others set off, leaving Arti to wonder why they glanced at the prisoner. It was almost like they were asking permission, but why the fuck would they do that? His mind ached a little as he continued to think on it, but the sight of Akumin's rope caught his eye. The train of thought and headache both left him: he was the leader and he had a job to do. If the girls weren't going to secure the prisoner, he would!

Arti snatched the rope off the ground with far more gusto than he felt. Things were strange, his mind felt strange from whatever was going on, and his head ached whenever he started thinking too much. But he was their leader. He had to stay strong and lead his team through this fucked up mission. Whatever happened, they'd make it to the other side.

He quickly re-tightened the rope around Akumin's wrist, double knotting to make sure he couldn't wriggle out, and tugged him along. "C'mon team, let's go! A little bit of hiking and we'll have another successful mission under Team Knockout's name!"

For what he felt was a rousing quip, Arti got a far more muted reaction than what he expected. Akumin grinned and Shiro gave a slow clap, while Lulu just yawned and started walking. It was hard not to feel deflated. He had to remind himself that Akumin was fucking with them somehow, and that's the reason for all the weirdness in the air. Soon enough he'd fix it all.

The group continued on for what felt like forever, though it could have only been an hour or two at most. The B-End caverns weren't that large, after all! There was very little conversation as they went, and what little was had mostly came from Arti trying to break the ice. Every friendly word was met with a yawn, grunt, or non-committal single-syllable reply, and the conversations between the other three were all whispered, hush-hush. There were occasionally sounds of gagging, slurping, and moaning, but something deep inside Arti ignored them and kept his eyes focused straight ahead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Akumin's voice caused the zoroark's ears to flip back. "Nicked it off him a while ago, he still hasn't noticed." Arti rolled his eyes. He was probably talking about something he stole off some poor sap before coming to the dungeons. The guild would take it off him and return it later, so it was no concern of his.

"Oooh, it's so pretty!" That was Shiro's voice now, though it was a little airy. "And... and so sweaty, haha. It smells sooo good. Put the pretty thing on your loincloth!"

Lulu gave an empty giggle. "Yeah! It, like, looks sooooo good there swinging next to your big stinky cock."

Arti's ears burned as the sloppy slurping noises started up again. Lulu was never the brightest, but she had a solid head on her shoulders and more than a little pride in her. Never in a million years would she debase herself by talking like a bimbo, let alone slobber over a pervert's disgusting cock! He knew that everything would be fixed soon enough, but it was still more than he could stand.

"Hey guys, I uh, I'm gonna go scout up ahead, make sure we know how far the exit is from here." He stop and turned to face the three, catching Shiro pulling away from Akumin's pit. The hypno grinned, not bothering to lower his arm, and Shiro picked some hair out of her teeth. No doubt the poor girl tripped and fell into the nasty pervert's pits. Things really were going wrong if Shiro's sense of balance was that off.

"So uh, Lulu. Can you hold the rope, make sure Akumin can't escape?" The lopunny was giggly and airheaded, but she was still the strongest among them. This was the perfect job for her.

Lulu giggled and swayed her hips, looking at Akumin's bulge and quite blatantly eyefucking him. "Naaaah, that's boy's work silly! I'm a girl, I'm not strong enough!"

Well, that was quite fucking false. Annoyance flared in Arti's chest, but he took a deep breath and pushed it back down. "Shiro, then. Grab the rope, I'll head off. Alright?"

He held the rope out to Shiro, but instead of taking it, the gardevoir glanced at Akumin. "Is it okay to let him go out that far?" she asked in a loud whisper. Akumin nodded, and Shiro took the rope from a stunned Arti. What the fuck did she mean, 'is it okay'? He's the leader! Akumin is the prisoner! Why on earth would she need his permission?

Whatever. It didn't matter. Some part of him knew that he'd be able to fix everything by the time he got to the entrance. "Alright guys," he said as he jogged off. "Just don't be too slow! We gotta get back in time for dinner!"

The moment Arti slipped from view, Lulu immediately dropped to her knees and started slurping on Akumin's cock. Shiro plunged her face back into his hairy pits, gagging and moaning as she sucked the rancid sweat out of the filthy bush. The echo of their perversion followed Arti as he jogged along. 'They must be eating or something,' Arti thought. 'Good, some rations will get that pep back in their step.'

As he jogged on ahead, the smell of Akumin's heavy musk faded away and the air began to feel cleaner, less humid. Hopefully that meant the exit was near. As his head cleared, Arti quickened his pace. At the very least, the distance gave him some time to think about what was going on and really figure out a solution.

None of this made any sense. He knew he was hit in the face by some nasty cloud of something, but if that were the cause of all these issues, that would mean Lulu and Shiro were unaffected. Judging by their disgusting behavior, they had to be altered somehow. It made no sense. He'd never left them alone with Akumin long enough for the hypno to work his magic. Even if he had, surely Shiro would have resisted?

Then there was the matter of the memories. Lulu and Shiro berated him for leaving his supplies, just like always, but Arti knew for sure that he always brought his supplies and gear. Then again, strange memories kept popping in his head of Shiro berating him again and again for forgetting. He had never worn a diaper before today, yet as soon as Lulu mocked him for his constant need for changes, he remembered that Shiro always had to swap his dirty diaper out for a clean one after missions.

Even worse, as sure as he was that the former memories were true, these new ones - were they new? - felt just as real, just as plausible. The only thing that kept him certain was that he had no other memories supporting the newly implanted diaper ones. And then, just as he had that thought... new memories began to flood in.

The exit was just around the corner. For every step, a new memory wedged itself in his mind. Late nights slipping away from Shiro to go jack off in the abandoned parks in secret... then memories of him jacking off in front of crowds, happy to do so. His body, filthy and covered in smegma, showing off his massive diaper bulge to anyone who could see. That tipping point, the night Shiro gave him an ultimatum: shape up, or she'd dump his disgusting ass... and the giant shit he took in his pants to seal the deal. No relationship could measure up to the intense, mind melting pleasure he got by being disgusting.

He stumbled to a halt as that last memory took hold. That could never be right! As much as he and Shiro had their problems sometimes, he would never, ever dump her! Even if every other thing was true, he'd never leave her side. He loved her, and this was a knowledge fake memories could never dislodge.

Something was seriously wrong. What could it be? The zoroark closed his eyes and thought intensely over the last few hours. It couldn't have been the trap for him, and it couldn't have been that fucking hypno working his magic on the team, at least not at first. Perhaps it was some totem or talisman slipped on his person?

Suddenly, the conversation he'd heard earlier echoed through his mind. 'Nicked off him a while ago, he still hasn't noticed.' 'It's so pretty, put the pretty thing on your loincloth!' He thought back to the last time he'd seen the group. Akumin indeed had something on his loincloth, something Arti couldn't notice for some reason.

A wave of cold dread washed over Arti. He slowly looked down to his beloved Expert Explorer's Badge, the one that had fallen off him when that trap hit him square in the face. It looked normal at first glance... but after a closer inspection, some paint had chipped off where it hit the ground. The badge wasn't metal, it was wood... it was a fake!

"Shit!" Arti tore the badge off as he rushed towards his friends, but instead of tossing it, for some reason he put it in his gear. He had to get to them before they'd spent too much time alone with that hypno! It was stupid to ever leave them, but at least that lapse in judgment he could put down to the cursed fake badge.

"Shiro! Lulu! Are you okay?" Arti skidded around the corner and found himself face to face with the group. His heart sank as he quickly took in the situation. Lulu was in the corner, giggling inanely to herself and feeling her body up. Shiro was slipping on her panties, wearing nothing but that and her bra. Sweat dripped off her body as she grinned at Arti and rubbed her clit. Thick sludge oozed from her blown out cunt. She hung onto Akumin's arm like a trophy wife, waggling her hips teasingly at Arti.

And then there was Akumin. The revolting hypno was completely naked, swinging his massive cock side to side as cum oozed from it onto the floor. He, too, grinned at Arti's sudden arrival, flexing a little to taunt him. Most horrifically, he was untied: the rope that once bound him lay tattered and torn on the ground, battered but still intact.

The four of them stood still for just a moment while Akumin and Arti sized each other up. Both knew the ploy was up: this was make or break. Both of them eyed the rope.

Arti dove for it first. The moment he did, Lulu snapped back to attention and stuck out a foot to trip her erstwhile leader. The zoroark fell to the ground and slid across the rough cave floor. Rocks and pebbles tore at his fur, but his focus remained on his goal: the rope was his only salvation. His momentum almost carried him through, but inches from the finish line, Shiro stepped in front of him. He collided with her legs, nearly toppling them both over.

He wasted no time in pushing her out of the way, but by then it was too late. The few seconds his former teammates had bought Akumin were plenty enough for the hypno to bend down and pick up the rope. With a nod, Akumin sent Lulu and Shiro into action: dumb as she was, Lulu still had the strength to restrain Arti's arms and legs, while Shiro's mental abilities tore at the fabric of his mind. Arti let out a scream as more and more false memories barraged his brain, threatening to overflow it entirely.

"Like, oh my god Artie!" Lulu's airheaded giggle grated at his ears. "You were so, sooo easy to catch! Daddy Aku was right! You're just, like, super bad at this!"

Shiro sniggered as she joined in. "I mean, I knew it would be easy, runt. But wow, you barely even tried!"

Arti's heart ached as his former teammates mocked him, but he refused to let the tears in his eyes spill over. It wasn't their fault, it wasn't their fault, they're just being controlled, it wasn't their fault.

"You." The anger and rage in Arti's voice made Akumin flinch, even knowing that the hero was well beyond being able to hurt him. "Let me go! You can't do this to us!"

Akumin grinned and shook his head. "Not to sound like a bad villain... but I already have." The hypno started walking towards the exit, and the two girls followed. Arti floated along, helpless. "There's no getting out of this, kid. This is your life now, isn't that right girls?" Both Shiro and Lulu nodded obediently.

"But... b-but, why? All of this is fake anyways. Their adoration, their reality... neither of them would follow you if they had control of themselves. All of this is a lie! What do you even get from it?"

"Oh, but is it a lie?" Akumin grinned. The light from the exit grew brighter and brighter. "Lulu I'll give you, sure, but that dumb hunk of muscle was easy enough to ruin anyways. But Shiro... did you really think I could overpower someone like Shiro so effortlessly?"

It was true. Shiro was among the best and brightest psychic pokemon, and Arti knew it. There was no way she'd be overpowered by a two-bit villain of the week.

"I'd love to explain how I did it, but... I feel it might be more fun if she explains herself." With that, Akumin snapped a finger. Shiro blinked and shook her head. Intelligence returned to her eyes, and she looked at Arti a few moments while she adjusted to intelligence again.

"Arti, I..." Shiro started, then trailed off. The zoroark's heart skipped a beat - was she regretful? Fooled? Hell, even bribed?

The gardevoir sighed, then started again. "Arti, I was part of this." His heart sunk. "I mean, not at first, Akumin running into me the first time was a pure accident. But when he tried to use his powers on me, I overpowered him. He was able to see into my thoughts, and... and we struck a deal."

Arti felt as if his heart were about to tear. He looked down, unable to look at his fiance's face. "Why, Shiro?"

Shiro was silent for a little while, and the only sound was their footfalls echoing off the cavern walls. The exit came closer and closer: it was in the far distance, but they could see it. If one squinted, they could see a crowd there. Police ready to arrest the offending perverted hypno, adventurers ready to welcome their heroes after another job well done. Eventually Shiro spoke: all softness was gone from her voice, replaced with sharp disgust.

"You're a bad person, Arti. You have a big cock sure, and you do good work out here." A hint of a smile played on Arti's lips. "But you're an asshole, an egomaniac, and everything you do is for you own fucking glory. You don't even care about anyone else!"

The zoroark huffed and growled. "You don't know what you're talking about. I love you! I care about you!"

Shiro rolled her eyes. "No, you love my body. You like my cunt, you like my tits, and you like me being useful to you on your team. Have you even noticed I've been faking my orgasms for five months? Fuck, have you even realized you haven't been able to even get it up for me for three weeks?"

Arti had no response. He'd noticed Shiro was faking her pleasure, but he didn't care... he didn't even realize it had been three weeks since he'd successfully fucked his girl. He'd spent too much time jerking off to porn of himself on the web to bother with anything else.

"Yeah. I thought so. Life as a half-retarded filth whore for a disgusting, pathetic pervert is better than pretending to be your girl any longer. Now for the love of Arceus, Akumin, please fry my brains again so I don't have to think about this failure of a fucking pokemon any longer."

Akumin snapped his finger, and the fury on Shiro's face faded into a dumb smile. Arti couldn't deny she looked happier like this than she had in months.

"There we have it, boy," Akumin said. "You're a disgusting, pathetic failure of a pokemon. Fuck, you're not even supposed to be one! Something transformed you and suddenly you're the son of Arceus or some shit." The exit was horrifyingly close now. "Don't worry though kiddo, there's still a place for you out here. I'll make sure of it."

Just before the group came into full view of the crowd, Shiro dropped Arti to the floor. He hissed at the sting of gravel against his knees and hands, but as much as it hurt he couldn't make himself get up. In fact... he couldn't move at all.

Akumin stepped in front of him, cock swinging. Despite being so recently cleaned, a fresh sheen of smegma had already built up on the veiny, hairy shaft. "Alright champ, you ready for everyone to get to know the new you?"

It wasn't as if Arti could reply. He just glared up at his captor before Shiro took even that from him: instead, he wore a happy, accepting grin. What little control he had over his body was finally taken from him. The hypno chuckled and smeared his cockhead against Arti's lips, making sure to get several thick layers of disgusting cock cheese built up before stepping away.

He snapped his fingers, and Lulu took the tattered rope that once held Akumin. She wrapped it around Arti's wrists, pulling tight to make sure the knot looked realistic. He couldn't escape, but they had to convince the crowds. Then, he felt his cock harden. Oddly enough, it didn't seem to tent his diaper all that much...

Wait. Wait! Where did his cock go?

Akumin could see the realization settling in, but he didn't bother telling the zoroark when he lost his endowment. Let the kid figure it out on his own while he poured over the events of the last few hours, hopelessly wondering how he got it all wrong, how he could have won. Instead, he stretched and cracked his neck.

"Alright everyone, get ready! Arti, you're our star: get out there and give your adoring fans something to remember!"

As a group, they all stepped into view of the crowd. They all cheered as they saw the conquering heroes return... but that all petered out into silence as it set in something was wrong.

Arti glanced to his left and right. The girls' faces had immediately crumpled, tears spilling onto the ground as they struggled to hold it together. Akumin was... dressed, fully dressed! He looked clean cut and well groomed, and wore a practiced face of regret and sorrow.

Almost immediately, Arti realized that Akumin and Shiro were combining their mental powers to make Akumin look presentable and control Arti at the same time. It was impressive, but horrifying all the same. He wanted to congratulate Shiro out of habit, but that was far beyond him now. All he could do was walk into the middle of the crowd and glare at his friends and followers, growling like a caught criminal.

"I... I can't believe it," Shiro sobbed from behind him. "A-Arti... he's..."

Lulu came from behind her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Everyone knew Shiro was Arti's girl: it only made sense that whatever news was to be had, Shiro would be too broken up to deliver it.

"For months, Akumin the Hypno was accused of disgusting deeds, perverted acts against basic decency. When we all went into the tunnel, we expected to find Akumin in his layer, plotting his next offense. Instead... we found Arti."

The crowd gasped and murmured. Shiro stepped in here, clearing her throat. "I'm... I'm sorry everyone, it's our fault that we didn't catch it sooner. B-but, but Akumin is innocent. The real pervert haunting our streets... it's our leader, my one-time fiance, the human sent here by Arceus... Arti the Zoroark."

Cries of disbelief rose from the crowd. How could Arti, the most handsome and accomplished explorer in living memory, be a pervert? No one yet remembered any hint of his perversion, though those memories were sure to be implanted soon. Could he have been set up, betrayed by his team? Could Akumin have overpowered them? Was this just a sick joke?

Arti glared up at the crowd and snapped at them like a rabid feral animal. His body acted without his will, tugging at his binds and snarling at everyone. "I, f-fuck," he rasped out. "I never thought you fucking imbeciles would find out! I framed that hypno so perfectly, I have no clue how I got caught. A-And I don't even care. I'm, I'm gonna get out. I'm gonna figure out a way to fix this. I'll fool you all!"

The zoroark devolved into deranged laughter, punctuated by bouts of snarling and lunging at the crowd. Akumin did a good job of acting like he was barely holding the zoroark back, even though Arti knew his controlled body was barely even tugging at the rope. Though confused, the dutiful marshals approached and clasped the manacles tight around his arms and legs, forcing him to fall to the ground.

He writhed and howled there, eyes flying wildly between each face in the crowd. God, this was horrible, was fucking life ruining... but he'd find a way out, right? He could restore his reputation, expose Akumin, maybe even win back Shiro. All he had to do... was... resist!

With every ounce of willpower and what little psychic abilities he'd nursed, the zoroark struggled against the invisible strings controlling his body. Nothing seemed to happen at first, but bit by bit, his body's writhing and snarling slowed, quieted, and ceased. He wasn't able to move, but, at least he could stop himself from moving? Even staying perfectly still was preferable to doing whatever Shiro and Akumin made him do.

Then, a long, wet burst of gas trumpeted out between his thick cheeks. A cold fear washed over Arti as it clicked what was going on. His bowels began to cramp again, and he curled up as he let out a little moan. No, nononono, he could resist. He could resist! He could-!

Arti's body let out a howl of pleasure as it pushed out log after log of thick, sloppy shit into his diapers. The crowd fell into a stunned silence, and the only noise was his grunts, moans, and the crackling of his wet shit coiling into his diaper. It piled up against his cheek and built up from there, bloating out the back of his padding before finally pushing up his back. The leg cuffs were tight enough to prevent a leak, but apparently not his waistband: log after log of shit plopped out on the ground for everyone to see.

If they hadn't believed it before, this absolutely disgusting display solidified it for them: the Arti they knew was a fake, a facade constructed by a pervert so devious, he played the long con for years, and then framed an innocent hypno when he was close to being caught.

Arti let out a peal of insane, maniacal laughter as he rolled back into his own mess, wriggling into it in order to mush it as deep into his fur as he could. His mind screamed, but his face grinned wildly. "You'll, you'll never keep me! I'll break out, I'll, I'll come for you all. I'll ruin you all!"

His insane blabbering became more and more unhinged, his expressions dumber and needier as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. It was obvious to everyone watching what was happening, and the crowd began to draw down as the zoroark humped into the air. "I'm close!" he screamed. "So close, k-keep, keep watching! Watch me poop my diapers! Watch me cum!"

As he debased himself so thoroughly, he looked at each person left in the crowd. Crying mothers. Stunned novices who looked up to him, hung onto his every word. Drinking buddies, gambling buddies, sparring buddies. All of them were here for this. Then his eyes settled on the one person he dreaded seeing most: Guildmaster Kane. Kane, the arcanine who found him after his transformation and brought him into town. The one who taught him everything he knew. The one who he respected the most, and who cared for him the deepest. They locked eyes, and the look of bewilderment, grief, and disgust shot through Arti's heart.

It was like Akumin knew exactly what Arti was thinking and used it to further his humiliation. Instead of looking anywhere else, Arti grinned at Kane and directed his humping towards his father figure. He lolled his maw open, letting his tongue rub against the ground, and started to huff. "Kane," he moaned. "F-Fuck, Kane, please. Please Kane!"

The arcanine's eyes widened: was this a plea for help? A sign he was being controlled?

Kane started to push through the crowd. If he was being controlled, then removal from the source could help him. Just as the arcanine made it to the front, the zoroark let out a mocking laugh. "Kane, Kane!" Arti mocked his own words. "Kane please, Kane, heeelp. Kane, fuck me!"

The guildmaster drew back with a look of disgust and a broken heart. Arti just kept giggling between moans, trying to wriggle closer to the muscular arcanine. "Kane, fuck me! Please daddy, I love you! I want your babies daddy! I want to eat your shit. Kane, please, fuck meeeeeee!"

With a final scream of pleasure, Arti's cock exploded into his diapers, flooding them with an insane amount of cum. The worst part was not the humiliation or exposure, or the marshals, most of whom he knew on a first name basis, dragging him away. It wasn't even Kane staring sadly after him as he was taken, though the gut wrenching horror of it was enough to force a solitary tear down Arti's cheek. No, it was that the pleasure of the orgasm was painfully real. It overrode any horror and any other thoughts trapped in Arti's mind. The pleasure kept coming, and coming, and coming.

As they threw him into a prison cart and the orgasm finally faded away, the true insult of his situation sank in. Not only was his life ruined, reputation shot, and even his body taken from him... Akumin and Shiro made sure that the longest, most pleasurable orgasm in his life was experienced while shitting and pissing his diapers in front of everyone.

Even if he escaped now and fixed everything... he could never feel that good again.