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Luna flipped her blonde hair in frustration, looking at the older man in brown robes standing across from her. She tried to hold back the expression of frustration for what he’d done but couldn’t fully hide the furrow of her brow. Instead, she conveyed her lack of care about his intrusion using her words

“I find myself unappreciative of your transgression,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her. She worried the effect was somewhat lost given the baggy Umbreon kigurumi wrapped around her body. “I was having a rather pleasant day away from the pressing waves of the world, How dare you ruin that for me you aged abuser.”

The older man shook his head, disappointed in the candor of the young woman. He ticked a finger at her, displaying his obvious disappointment in her hostile comments. “Now, now Luna, this aggression is unwarranted.” he tsked, “I’ve chosen to bring you because I thought it for the best. You belong with your family.”

He wasn’t at all surprised by the look of disgust that crossed Luna’s face. As composed as she tried to act there was little she could do to hide her true feelings of revulsion towards him. He’d even expected her to vocalize them like she repeatedly did.

“I don’t count this crowd of Arceus worshipping dullards you convinced to follow you as ‘family,’ and if you were referring to yourself that’s a huge misnomer. I’ll never consider you family.” Luna’s tone was calm but frosty, and she hoped to convey her true feelings to the person she’d left behind so long ago.

Much to her disappointment the sting in her words didn’t seem to bother El at all. In fact, he just continued his sermonizing like she hadn’t said anything.

“Reject my gift all you like–be as petulant as you want. What you’ve forgotten is your defeated Pokémon. We already battled and your team was no match for the holy light of our lord Arceus, even if only an imitation. You’re already here and under my care, much like the others in my family. The only thing keeping you from being an officially recognized member is a set of robes to match everybody else.”

Luna shook her head, remembering the dull brown robes of her childhood that she’d been forced to wear as a member of the cult. To compensate for what she saw as an injustice in her childhood she made sure to wear only what she viewed as acceptably cute.

This normally served as a frilly maid outfit in the daytime, a choice that played on the idea of the gothic lolita sense of fashion that suitably matched her poetic speech and proclivity to dark-type Pokémon. In her private time, it was her baggy pajamas that matched her favorite Pokémon, Umbreon and the special underthing that allowed her to relax and relieve the pressures of being a gym leader.

Luna’s refusal remained firm and she rejected the idea that she change her clothes for him. “I won’t be staying here.” she said plainly, “Once people find out I’ve disappeared they’ll come find me.” As she spoke she shifted her weight from leg to leg, alternating which hip stuck out and which hand landed on that jutting perch. With each shift she could hear a slight rustling, letting her know how audible her “garment” was. Even with its obvious sounds, she wasn't concerned about it being revealed.

The blonde could tell her insistent refusal was starting to get to El seeing as he’d practically rolled his eyes at her words. Rather than continuing to preach he opted to change tactics, pulling a Pokeball from his belt and readying it. With a little woosh he deployed the creature within.

Luna was ready, curious to see how he’d use his Ditto formed into Arceus to “punish her”. Against her expectations, instead of the amorphous purple blob or the white and gold god-like beast, before her appeared a small, dark grey Pokémon with a zipper mouth and large pink eyes. It looked distinctly like a doll and Luna found herself confused.

“A Banette?” she asked, perplexed. It was unlike El to use anything other than his Ditto, and the whole underground compound had been specially designed to hinder the use of ghost Pokémon. For him to send one out against her felt extremely uncharacteristic.

The ghost-type bounced toward Luna, its rag-like arms extended like it wanted a hug. Something about the way the doll moved made Luna want to reciprocate the embrace. She returned the gesture by extending her arms toward its small form, thinking internally it was maybe looking to escape the cruel cult leader like she was and sensed her affinity to dark types.

With her arms open and accepting, the Pokémon jumped at Luna and she tried to close her arms around it, ready to wrap the adorable doll into a hug and accept it as her own. Unfortunately, there was no soft thump of the Pokémon landing against her chest, nor was there any weight for her arms to support.

Instead, it was as if a wind had blown through her sending a chill up her spine. Luna was left standing mid-hug and half-hunched over, the embrace unfulfilled. A brief feeling of embarrassment ran through her but she quickly dismissed it, telling herself to straighten up and ignore whatever distraction El was trying to throw her way.

The issue came when her stiff body remained in place, locked in the embarrassing non-embrace with nobody.

“What? No, I must move,” she thought, actively trying to get her muscles to respond. It didn't accomplish anything. “Why won’t my body obey me?’”

Just out of the corner of her vision Luna watched El approach using her eyes, the only free movement, to monitor her situation.

“Pity that it takes an ethereal being like that to make you obedient. Maybe some time under the control of a puppet will make you appreciate the ability to move on your own.”

El swished his wrist while turning, causing Luna’s body to straighten and stand stiff, her gaze locked directly on him.

“I-I can’t do anything…” she thought, feeling the helplessness of her situation wash over her, “I’m a prisoner in my own body, forced to watch as he pulls the puppet strings.”

El stepped towards the door, keeping a heavy stride as he moved to exit the room. “I’ll give you some privacy while Banette changes you out of those ridiculous pajamas and into something more suitable for a member of our congregation."

The door slid closed behind the old man and Luna’s body jumped into action as she watched on in her paralyzed state. In a full-length mirror the blond watched her own hands unzip the kigurumi enveloping her body, gradually revealing more and more until a thin strip of her bare form was exposed.

If she could have blushed she would, but the spiritual direction of her actions didn’t allow it. She stared at the exposed midriff of her outfit, focusing on the ruffly waistband that poked up around her tummy and led down to the bulbous padding between her legs.

“Oh to just be my little Umbreon self right now and not be tribulated with the trial of my horrid parentage.” she thought, wishing she could just go back and enjoy indulging the regressive little tendencies that she enjoyed on her free days. “He just had to make his appearance during my alone time…”

While she fumed about her situation, the puppeteered hands pulled the kigurumi off Luna’s shoulders, slipping it down her body to reveal her bare diapered form. She shuddered internally. Despite the face in the mirror being so intimately familiar, it was oddly voyeuristic to watch herself strip while also not... herself. The hands ran themselves over her body, stopping when they reached the bulging shell stuffed full of absorbent padding. The fingers of her hand pressed into it, testing and examining the protective garment.

Luna could feel every sensation despite her body not listening to her. The shell compressing underneath her fingers and the feeling of her diaper being smushed were two separate sensations, both enjoyable in their own way. It all stopped when her vision was torn away from the mirror, and the Banette started shuffling towards the closet next to it.

The pair of brown robes it pulled from within were boring and plain, matching the ones the white-haired cult leader wore and looking like replicas of the ones Luna had worn as a child. They were quickly pulled over her head, darkening her limited vision for a moment before it returned in a sudden flash.

With her new clothes in place, Luna thought herself done, though wondered why she remained diapered if El had wanted her to be a member of the cult. She was sure he wouldn’t approve of such laughable underwear, but the Banette had simply examined it rather than removing the garment.

“Maybe he didn’t realize,” she thought, remembering that the crotch of her kigurumi was rather baggy and loose, perfect for hiding even the thickest diaper. Speaking of her special Umbreon onesie it seemed to be the next object of interest for the Banette controlling Luna as her hands picked it up from the ground.

She wondered how El would dispose of it, rejecting it as some sort of materialistic non-necessity. At the same time, she felt the softness of the fabric in her hand and then her hands. She hadn't expected the ghost controlling her to lift the outfit in front of her and hold it with both hands almost like it was examining it through both eyes. The comfort she took from even that simple examination calmed her greatly, reminding her that she could maybe hide the comfort object for herself before El returned.

Then, with a sudden forceful jerk, she gripped it tight and her muscles tensed, exerting enough force to split the thick velvety outfit. Before her eyes, the threads of torn fabric appeared between the splitting material at the bottom of the zipper. Within seconds the kigurumi was in two pieces, divided in the middle with each part occupying Luna’s hands.

“NOOOOO!” the blonde screamed internally, feeling all the trappings of her composure disappear in the split second after her outfit was destroyed. A fit of blind anger pulsed through Luna and she wished desperately for control of her body back so she could storm out of the building.

Her wish was semi-granted by another gust of wind passing through her. In front of her, past the torn fabric, the small form of the Banette bounced forward, seemingly satisfied with the work it’d done.

Luna was left gripping the tattered kigurumi, shaking from her frustration. Just as the Banette reached the metal door to her room Luna jumped after it, hoping to catch the ghost and relieve her appetite for vengeance. Before she reached it the small doll phased through the entrance to her room, leaving her to pound at the metal of the locked exit.

“Damn!” she yelled. Even with her temper flared, Luna’s desire to escape Elias’s underground compound stayed at the forefront of her thoughts. “The real question is do I want to wear this trash the whole way out?” she asked herself, tugging at the cultist robes. She considered the, carefully, noting her displeasure with the outfit. She half wondered if it was better to strip down and run out just her diaper if only to embarrass her captor and assert her independence.

Before she could make her decision the door in front of her opened and El reentered the room with a tray in one hand and the doll pokémon on his shoulder.

Luna sneered at the pair, obviously angry. “What?” she asked with spitting venom in her voice.

El crossed into the room, setting the tray in his hand down. “Those robes suit you,” he said, “with that, you have fully re-entered the congregation. As such you’ll be expected to perform the duties of an initiate.”

Luna scoffed and shook her head at this. “Fuck you.” she said, dropping all pretense of clever conversation for simple spite.

El was unmoved by this. “We’ll get started soon, but please eat first as there’s still many hours left in the day and much to do.” he said, turning to once again, leave.

“Not that you can tell in this musty compound,” she grumbled behind him. The only response she received was the click of the door locking.

With a sigh, Luna turned her attention to the food left to her. “If I’m going to get out of here, I might as well do it on a full stomach,” she sighed. Angrily she munched on the meal, trying to think of ways to escape despite being stripped of her Pokémon.

Another question stuck in her mind as her hand drifted down to the rounded mound of padding still engulfing her groin. “Why’d they leave me diapered? Even if El didn’t know, that damn Banette robbed me of the rest of my outfit so why not this?” She found herself glad they hadn’t, at least able to take comfort in the nappy’s fluffy interior.

A short time after she’d finished eating El returned, this time carrying a bucket that sloshed with soapy liquid and a brush hanging off the side. “I hope you enjoyed your meal,” he said, setting the bucket down, “I’ve come with your first work assignment.”

“No.” she said flatly.

El refused to acknowledge the opposition, continuing with his explanation. “To prove your devotion to Arceus and the Order, you will scrub the halls on your hands and knees to show repentance for your leaving.”

“Eat shit.” Luna said, punctuating the statement by turning away from him. “I’ve no devotion to show you or your cult. Scrub the floors yourself for all I care, you’re the one who should be sorry anyway.”

That was enough to elicit a pause and a sigh from El, who Luna saw shaking his head in frustration when she turned back to look at him. “Banette.” he said, gesturing toward the blonde. The dark grey ghost hopped down from his shoulder at the command and started shuffling towards Luna.

Recognizing that it was meant to possess her again, she backed up, attempting to put distance between herself and the approaching creature. Unfortunately, she quickly met a wall and found herself without anywhere to escape to.

El stood in place with a look of disappointment across his face. “I find myself disheartened by your negativity Luna. It is not accepted within our congregation and just because you’re my daughter doesn’t mean you can get away with it.”

“You can’t make me do anything!” she said, looking at him with furious indignation as the ghost Pokémon jumped through her again.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said.

The next minutes flew by in a blur. Before Luna realized it she’d gone through the process of Banette possession again but the outfit change had been far more severe and it included a short walk.

When she regained agency of her movement Luna was on her knees, the soft material of cushioned knee pads condensed between her limbs and the hard cobblestone floor. The rest of her legs remained bare up until they disappeared into the squeezing leg guards of her puffy padding.

Her nappy’s mass was compressed much like her knee pads by a strap that cinched tightly around it and connected to the straightjacket that replaced her robes as a method of punishment. The canvas garment itself enveloped Luna’s upper body all the way up to her neck.

Thick straps wrapped around the jacket at the neck, shoulders, and lower back and they all squeezed Luna from how tightly they’d been applied. This was all compounded by her arms being locked in place just under her bust, functionally immovable because the straps at the end of her sleeves had been cinched securely behind her.

It locked her into a self-hug that felt oddly funny to her as she knelt on the ground. It was almost like it completed the unfinished hug she’d started earlier when she’d mistaken the Banette as friendly.

One strap wasn’t even on the main canvas body of the jacket but instead wrapped around Luna’s head, holding a large gag in her mouth that spread her jaw just to the point of annoyance. Attached to the end of the mouth-spreading rubber gag was a large deck brush, its bristles still glistening and new.

El stood next to several of his fellow cult members, hoping to make an example of Luna to them. With a rapt audience, he explained to the blonde her punishment. “You will scrub the floors down the entire length of this hallway,” he said, “I’ve locked you in a position that keeps you bowed in penitence towards Arceus. You’ll have no choice but to give him the reverence he deserves that way. All the while your shameful garment will be on display to other initiates. Hopefully this will teach you some humility.”

Luna rolled her eyes at the comment, understanding now why he’d decided to keep her diapered this whole time. “It’s used to try and turn what makes me happy against me. Seems you’ve played yourself for a fool old man, I have no shame for my wonderful padding.” The blonde did a little bounce on her diapered bottom, eliciting a loud crinkle from the plastic-shelled nappy.

“It should be no worse than playing maidservant for Radomus and Serra, and at least now it’s for your actual father instead of the two you pretend are your parents.”

This comment ate away at Luna more than the previous one, causing her face to flush red. Not only did she hate the fact that El knew her tendencies to play maid to the pair, but she disliked the discreditation of the people she considered her true parents. They were her chosen family and she felt that they treated her better than El ever had.

She mumbled a curse through the gag but without any room for it to escape past the rubber block it came out as a low grumble and nothing more. “At least I do it willingly for them.” she thought, dipping her brush into the soapy bucket, trying to be careful to avoid getting the suds in her eyes and nose.

It was a slow process scrubbing the floors with the brush in her mouth. With no support from her hands and not wanting to put her weight into the brush, Luna found more strain on her core muscles instead. Within twenty minutes her abdomen was twitching from strain, crying out for relief from the awkward position.

Luna did her best to ignore the feeling, pushing on to complete her task of scrubbing the two-hundred-foot-long corridor. By her estimate, she could cover about a foot a minute at her current pace, even then she thought that to be an intolerably long time to be trapped as she was.

“Still better than listening to him,” she thought, maintaining her rebellious attitude toward his controlling demands.

As she scrubbed the annoying aches spread through Luna’s body, focused on her abdominals, thighs, and jaw. However, over several minutes she actually found herself getting used to these aches. She'd even fallen into a groove of gradual uninterrupted scrubbing that impressed the gathered crowd above her. The feeling that did give her pause was a sudden rumble in her stomach signifying the need to void.

The urge to mess rarely hit her so hard, but she could feel the sensation rushing through her body like a train. Only one thing had changed from her normal routine and Luna immediately pinpointed it as the reason for her sudden urge to go based on prior experience. It was the same urge that laxatives gave her and there was only one place she could have eaten them.

“The food!” she thought, “In all his years El’s never been so bold as to lace my meals; that’s a new trick for him. I suppose it’s time to show him how little it matters though.”

Luna, being a longtime ageplay and diaper fan, wasn’t new to the concept of messing. In fact, she regularly indulged in it so the feeling of her bowels cramping was nothing new to the blonde, giving her no worry or hesitation.

Instead Luna prepared to give her captors a show, dropping her head and shoulders against the cobblestone floor and pushing herself off her knees and onto her feet. This raised her pristine padding directly into the air.

Rather than fighting the feeling or trying to hold it in she reveled in the sensations of her gut roiling and gurgling, straining to force the natural processes in her body along faster. She closed her eyes and grunted, working every muscle she could to pack her pampers in front of the crowd.

Lewd sounds of flatulence combined with the rustling of Luna’s padding as mushy brown weight pushed into the back of her padding. The newly added mess tented out the back of her diaper and stained the inner absorbent material rapidly, causing a spreading dark spot of shamelessness to spread across her backside.

As the pungent mush shifted within Luna’s diaper followed, drooping down against the tight crotch strap of her straightjacket. Slowly, with the unbudging canvas in the way, the padding spilled around the sides of it, slowly enveloping it because of the diaper’s stinky contents forcing the plastic around it.

Luna laughed internally as she messed herself, feeling the liberation of indulging her diapered desires even in these circumstances. With her hands locked against her body, she used what little movement she had to press them against her bladder, forcing a stream of urine to flood the padding as well.

Her strained grunts turned to moans of relief as her body finished voiding itself of the pressures contained within. Her diaper had expanded against the straightjacket’s restricting crotch strap as the crowd watched on, shocked by the sight.

When Luna finally finished the constraining strap had completely disappeared. Feeling the effects of the exertion during her demonstration, Luna dropped the acrobatic position and placed her weight back onto her padded knees and freshly squishy bottom, sitting up to give her face a break from the hard stone floor. She looked back to El with a smug gaze wishing the brush in her mouth didn’t prevent her from smiling.

The cult leader looked back at her solemnly, nodding as he did so. “I see,” he said, “if that’s the way it’s to be... then so be it. One of the other initiates will release you from penance and change you but only after these floors are completed. Until then I’m afraid we’ll be leaving you in your messy diaper.”

Luna grumbled at the lack of reaction, disappointed that his shock didn’t match the faces of shock all around him. She returned her attention to the floors extending out in front of her. “Maybe that wasn’t the best idea,” she thought, “There’s still so much hallway to go…”

That wasn’t all–Luna found that the newly messy diaper slowed her down a little too, meaning she’d likely be crawl-scrubbing while lugging around her accident for well over two hours. Already the icky gunk around her bottom was cooling and causing her skin to itch a little.

She couldn’t even race against the clock to avoid the oncoming diaper rash, resigning herself to trying to lessen its impact by scrubbing faster. Though she’d shamelessly filled her padding she still didn’t feel responsible for it. El had fed her the laxatives and this was likely his real punishment from the beginning. In that, Luna was proud because it hadn’t worked how he’d wanted it to. She’d taken away the humiliation of the accident, even finding some enjoyment in the practice.

Still, she couldn’t ignore the physical aspects of the punishment. She’d be sore for days along multiple muscle groups and the previously worrisome rash would make it difficult to sit. For that and the forced penitence of her scrubbing position Luna again cursed El, vowing internally that she’d find a way out of the underground compound. She’d get back at him when she did.