Looks like this two turn out to be good friends now :)
But i bet now when allot of kids have seen him walking around whit that mouse that wear diapers to he is going to have some hard time at school :( I bet he is going to get allot of teasing from the other kids when he get back to school :(
But i bet he starting to understand the benefit of wearing diapers now :) Maybe he even start to enjoy it to :)
That mouse sure seems to be pretty happy to finely have a friend. He sure dont seems to mind about the other kids now when he have a friend to share his diaper adventures whit :)
Giggle they sure made pretty good use of there diaper. That sure was some powerful formula that she have that sure made them use there diaper pretty good. Good thing she is prepared and have bring some clean diapers whit here and a changing pad.
I sure think they are going to fell allot better when they are back into a clean diaper.
They sure is up for a pretty blushing and embarrassing moment here. And i think its going to be even more blushing and embarrassing after they are finish whit there bottle. It sure seems like them both are very close to be using there thick diapers.
When that happen the children is going to have even more to laugh about :(
Poor thing they sure is not going to have a fun Halloween.
Aww it seems that the bully really good what he deserved. A big and long spanking and being putt back into some thick and clean diaper. Now he sure is going to be pretty embarrass to waddling around whit that thick package between his legs.
It sure looking forward to the next page of this comic to see what is going to happen whit him.
“..For poor Trevor, he had came home way too late, as Rusty had already ambushed his wife and converted her into a mindless Diaperslut before he came home. The now male Diaperslut Raticate still had on the floral print t-shirt his wife liked to wear, to convey the message of who this used to be, roughly at least…
Trevor stopped sniffing the air as he saw the floral shirt of his wife appear around the corner. “Oh, honey! Hey! I think one of the…wha?” He noticed that it wasn’t his wife, but instead a very pink Raticate that was approaching him, with a diaper on and a very noticeable bulge in the front. Could this be where the smell was coming from? He shook his head to clear it and looked around. “Hey! What did you do to my wife?!” He shouted at the odd pink creature, clenching his fists in anger, upset that his wife might have been hurt by this weird freak that stood before him now.
Without even stopping his march towards Trevor, the brainless pink slave bent down and plunged his maw around the mouse’s cock, giving Trevor a rather sudden and passionate blowjob. For Trevor, it was a shock to say the least. Rusty slowly scooted out from underneath the couch…
“Ah, what?!” Trevor tried hitting and pushing the Raticate as it sucked on his cock. He suddenly felt the mouth grip tighter around his cock as it sucked, and he started to get turned on despite himself. “No! Ah! Get off! What did you do to my wife!” He pushed some more before his hands slipped and he fell onto his butt while the Raticate sucked and lick on his cock, as it stiffened in it’s mouth. Trevor began to pant slightly and blush when Rusty whispered in his ear. “I had a lot to teach that wife of yours, but now it’s your turn for those lessons.”
“Huh?!” Trevor whipped his head around, unable to move much with the Raticate glued to his crotch. “Who are you?! What do you mean? What did you…ah…mmmf…do to my wife?!” The smell started to envelop Trevor’s senses even more, and he had to focus heavily not to moan as his crotch throbbed when he breathed in again, the ripe stench starting to smell good to him.
After hours of Diaperslut Raticate torturing Trevor with diaper facesitting and relentless blowjobs, suddenly, the Raticate was gone from Trevor, and he sat up, looking around. The pink Quilava was talking, and Trevor heard him, but it was really hard to listen as his cock ached in pleasure. He did recognize that the Quilava was very different, seeming to wield an immense amount of power for a Pokemon that was simply supposed to be a fire type. That smell, though. It was stinky, overpowering, and the most wonderful thing Trevor had every smelled. Every breath just clouded his mind more and made him start to groan in pleasure as his cock ached for pleasure and release.
Even though he couldn’t completely focus on what Rusty was saying, it still internalized itself within him. He…he needed this. Whatever the strange Pokemon was offering. He wanted more of this pleasure. It was consuming, overwhelming, and the scent began to fill his thoughts as he could think of almost nothing else.
Trevor found himself nodding as Rusty finished speaking. Not quite sure what he was agreeing to, but it no longer mattered to him. “P-please. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life. It’s…it’s overwhelming. I want to always feel this way.” His cock throbbed again as he agreed to the powerful Pokemon’s demands.
“Then you shall feel this way for eternity~” Rusty giggled, blowing a cloud of pink dust at the mouse. It was a strange sensation, the dust itself didn’t seem to cause any changes, but rather the pinkness itself that the dust was fused with. Pink…pinkness…pink aura. The secret to Rusty’s powers. A form of aura that was impossible to describe other than it felt like a never ending orgasm to the senses in every way.
As the dust was breathed in, the pink aura inside Trevor slowly ate away at his normal aura, replacing it. But it only served to allow Rusty to control physical changes. Since Rusty could physically alter anything’s physical form as long as it was pink aura, he then had no problem changing Trevor into that of a Raticate – and not just that, but an entirely pink one like his former wife.
Somehow, a diaper grafted itself onto Trevor, literally poofing into existence on Trevor’s waist without him even realizing it until Rusty began to stroke and rub his crinkles teasingly, which only caused Trevor to moan…the padding somehow fused to his very core being, a part of his anatomy, and sensitive in ways that his mortal mind could barely fathom…”