[Goon TF, Diapers, Corruption, Brainwashing]

"So, Seal Weapons? That what you call these things? They don't seem so strong. Or maybe it's because of the person who's wielding it, ehehehehe..."

"Give Embrasque back!"

Beatrix had once again gotten into trouble. Nothing new for the Immortal Blue, since almost every mission that the Society sent her on ended up with something going off the rails. And here she was again, getting her butt into trouble as she was sent to investigate some strange signals on an isolated island.

It was one thing to see the entire island populated by men, especially ones that didn't seem to be too interested in her. Not that she wanted their attention, but it was weird enough to note. It was a whole different thing to stumble upon the 'King' of said Island, who took a little too much interest in the sword that the brown-haired agent wielded.

So much so that the green-haired twink, 'King Cobra' as he called himself, managed to wrestle it from her hands simply by exploiting her most obvious weakness. And it wasn't the fact that she had a huge pair that he easily could've grabbed and used to distract her for a split second.

No, the bodysuited twink simply dodged out of the way of one of her attacks, leading to her crashing into one of his walls. And from there, he simply plucked the strange blade from her hands, now twirling it around with not a care in the world. All while keeping that devious grin on his face.

"Mmmmm. What will you do if I give it back? I mean, I just came here to this world, and not long after establishing a little Kingdom for myself and my entourage of toys, and you come around and try to beat me up. I don't think that's very fair, Missie." Cobra giggled, all while pressing the blade down against the ground and resting his obvious bulge up against the butt of the handle...

Beatrix couldn't stand for what she was seeing. So like usual, her tunnel vision led her straight into a trap. She threw herself forward, hands aimed straight for that handle now that he didn't have his hands on it. "Give it back!" She shouted, stars glowing brightly in her eyes as she knew that she was going to get what she wanted...

Only for the blade to disappear before her very eyes, and her face to hit the ground as she missed completely. All while the bodysuited King laughed at how easily he had humiliated her. Just a few tricks, and she was already like this.

"Alright, alright. You can have it back. But can you really handle it like that?"

Beatrix grinned. Alright, he wasn't that bad after all. But what did he mean by 'like that'? Sure, she had hit the ground, but that didn't mean that she couldn't handle Embrasque. The two of them were partners, more so than her and Eustace were. It was going to be a piece of cake-

*crinkle..*

The color drained from Beatrix's face, as she shot her eyes down towards the garment that was now wrapped around her waist. A big, thick diaper with an equally big and overly obvious heart printed on the front of it. Not unlike the heart that was printed on the King's chest, causing her frustration and her shame to surge. "What kind of sick pervert are you!?"

"The kinda sick pervert that likes to toy with his playthings. C'mon, don't you like Embrasque's new form? Ehehehe!" Cobra laughed, all while clapping his hands together at the sight of the diapered Agent.

It wasn't just to amuse himself and humiliate her, however. The moment the clap echoed out, the blue-clad Agent felt a tightness growing down there. And the heart on the front of her deep blue diaper started to vibrate, causing a cry to leave her lips. All while a single thought started to flood through her mind.

She needed to thrust forward. She needed to fuck her diaper. She needed to fill it with everything she had. No matter if she wanted to or not. No matter if she could handle filling it that much or not. She had to fill it. She had to..!

"S-Stop, I don't want to use this thing! It's disgusting! It's... It's..!" Beatrix cried out as she tried to ignore the pressure down below. Staggering backward, all while her gait had been spread apart to allow for the sheer size of that thick thing. All to emphasize the diaper around her waist, so she had no chance of denying what she was wearing...

Only for her to end up tripping as she was backing away. And the moment that her padded butt hit the ground, another pulse started to slam its way through her. Concentrating completely on her crotch. A crotch that had begun to throb so wildly...

"Ehe. Seems like Embrasque wants you to use it too. Come on. Don't be shy. Use it as much as you'd like. You two are partners, aren't you?"

Cobra's words were hard to ignore. But what was just as difficult to ignore was the incredible rush of pleasure that was rushing through Beatrix. The rush of pure need that was driving her to listen to the thoughts pouring through her head...

And so she began to thrust her hips forward. Bulging out that heart, and revealing the member that was trapped within that diaper. That wonderful, yet absolutely sensitive thing.

It only took that one thrust for her to let out an incredible scream of pleasure. And for her brand new cock to start squirting like its life depended on it. She could feel the rush that came with this first masculine climax. The rush of how good it felt. And...

And yet, as she came, it was like something started to click inside her. Something that started making her hips automatically thrust forward yet again. Despite the fact that she had just stained the inside of her diaper, she was still far too happy to start thrusting...

All while fully unaware of the way that her body was gradually bulging outward. The armor plating on her arms, as well as the armor on her leggings, both burst off her body like it was nothing. All while she was busy humping the air with her padded cock...

Her legs and her arms were bulging with muscle. With power. And the more that she thrust forward, the more that she brought herself towards another orgasm, the more she felt that power grow...

"Come on. Come on, you're doing great! Just give yourself to the feeling of fucking your diaper. Don't worry about anything else. Just fuck the diaper as much as you'd like!"

Cobra egged her on. And she really should be ignoring him. She should be getting this thing off and finding a way to turn Embrasque back into her sword.

But Beatrix couldn't do that. Not when it felt so good to fuck her diaper. It didn't matter that her top was shredding as her breasts inflated and grew hard and firm. It didn't matter that her leggings were meeting a similar fate, her feminine form gradually vanishing bit by bit. Nor did it matter that she was being completely consumed by the feeling of fucking this diaper.

It was what she craved. It was what she needed. The more she fucked it, the stronger she felt. The stronger she felt, the more she changed to fit her strength. And the more she changed, the more she needed to fuck it. All while panting and gasping...

The heart on her diaper glowed tenderly once more, and another sharp moan echoed from Beatrix's lips. Though that moan... It could hardly be called a woman's moan at this point, could it? Not when he looked like that.

At a glance, he looked more like a Draph rather than a Human. The bulging muscle, the extremely masculine physique... The only thing he was really missing was the horns. Perhaps he made up for that with the bulging spot on his diaper. The same diaper that had been growing wetter and wetter as he kept on squirting more and more cum into it.

Beatrix didn't look like the famous Immortal Blue at this point. All he looked like was a big muscly Goon with a thoroughly cum-packed diaper around his waist. Panting and gasping as he simply wanted to keep thrusting more and more...

But his diaper trembled once again. And the heart print shone, causing the diaper to start spreading across his body... No, it wasn't the diaper exactly. It was the shiny blue hue that was...

He was being covered in latex. Covering every little bit of his body, barring his diaper.. And barring his big, bulging chest. A chest that puffed out firmly, as a heart's worth of chest hair started to spread and fill out the gap between his body and the latex...

A big, manly, horny DiaperGoon. Who still couldn't help himself from humping his hips forwards. Panting despite the latex covering his face. Panting despite the fact that you could only tell that he was supposed to be Beatrix through looking at his hair. And even then, his masculine physique probably made it impossible for most to make the connection.

No. He wasn't Beatrix. If he was covered by the diaper's power, then the DiaperGoon had to be Embrasque. And Embrasque loved that. He loved being a weapon. A living weapon for his King to use and abuse in every way...

Cobra licked his lips and carefully caressed his own bulge as he watched his brand new DiaperGoon. He had turned out so well...

Now, he just had to see how the Goon would do against his former bestie...

---

"What the hell is that thing? It doesn't look like a Draph, nor does it look like a Monster! It looks like some sort of Pervert!"

Zeta was frustrated. And the flames that were covering her spear served to echo that frustration, as she slammed the butt of it against the ground while watching the blue-clad goon run at her. She had been called here to this Island through a distress signal sent by Beatrix, and what did she find?

Island full of men of all sorts of shapes and sizes. Most ignored her, which made finding Bea easier. But that didn't mean that she wanted to end up fighting one of them. Much less the biggest pervert of them all, who not only wore some sort of blue latex that clung way too tightly to his body...

But it also emphasized the two most disgusting parts of this pervert. His big hairy and broad chest, which put even the bustiest of female Draphs to shame with how puffed out it was despite the lack of proper breasts... And the extremely sticky heart-print diaper that he wore around his waist. How many times had he used that damn thing... Better question, was he using it right this moment!?

Yeah. Damnit, it seemed like the big guy had stopped in the middle of one of his attacks, all to let out some sort of muffled moan that left him completely open. All while the front of that heart-print diaper grew wetter and wetter with the cum he was no doubt squirting into it. Gross, no thanks, she was just going to skewer this guy and be done with it!

"Arvess! We're grilling this guy whole!" Zeta shouted as she spun her spear around, ready to unleash everything she had just to get out of fighting this creep. The less she had to think about, the better!

And yet, as she jumped into the air and got ready to fly down and skewer the creep on her spear... There was something that started to eat away at the back of her mind. It was definitely just something she wasn't going to humor, but...

There was only one person she knew was on this island. That was Beatrix. And Bea wore a lot of blue. Bea had her tendency to just get into trouble. Not only that, but Bea was a lot stronger than she looked. So there was a non-zero chance for her to have run into some sort of trouble that... Well...

That resulted in her ending up a latex-covered Goon like that. A Goon that was just standing there with absolutely no lights on inside his head. Come on, there was no way that the creep was Bea!

But it was that little, itsy bitsy tiny wedge inside her mind, that caused Zeta to end up distracted for just long enough. The Goon turned towards her the moment before she was going to fall, and forced her eyes to lock sightline with the Goon's heart-printed diaper...

In that single second, a sensation beamed its way through Zeta. And instead of striking straight and true, she flew straight down at that diaper. Slamming her face into the cum-soaked heart, letting out a muffled moan and groan combo as she made forced contact...

All while she heard a devious laugh work its way through her ears, and the soft sound of a crinkling sensation around her waist. Come to think of it, she hadn't heard the sound of Arvess hitting the ground. Just that crinkle... There's no way that was what happened, was it..?

"Looks like you're having a lot of fun with Embrasque! But don't you think it's better for you to have fun with Arvess instead?"

The voice belonged to somebody. Zeta didn't know who, and as much as she wanted to find out, she couldn't pull her face away from the diaper in front of her. Much to her continued dismay and frustration.

No, all that Zeta could do was just continue to push her face into that diaper. All while she remained on all fours, groaning and moaning as she kept on squishing her face up against that diaper. That musky diaper that was making it harder and harder to think every time she pushed into it...

She could definitely feel some sort of bulge on the other side of the diaper. Much like every time she pushed her face into this diaper, she could feel her own padded garment tightening around her waist. It was an endless cycle of pleasure that she was stuck in, and she didn't have much of a way to get free...

"Get me... away from this thing..!" Zeta tried to cry out, the blonde pulling herself away from the blue heart for a second. Only to then slam her face straight back into that cum-soaked spot, all while her tormentor kept on giggling, and the blue-clad Goon continued to idly thrust forward in response to the way that she was helping him pleasure himself.

Cobra couldn't help but giggle and laugh at the sight. He had only just come in minutes after this blonde gal had come to try and fight Embrasque. But since he couldn't just go ahead and lose his new favorite Goon, he had to act fast and do something to stop her.

Which was why he had ended up sending a little bit of his corruptive powers through that heart. He just wormed a slight hint of obsession into the heart of the girl, and she ended up just as horny as the rest of his victims. Pressing her face up against the bulge that was hidden within. Hey, even if she couldn't reach his bulge completely, it still worked wonders on making her vulnerable to the diaper around her waist.

The more she indulged in her pleasure. The more she pressed up against the 'Seal Weapon' that was completely soaked with cum? The more that the 'Seal Weapon' around her waist started to work its magic on her too, evident by the way that the diaper that had been Arvess was now pressing against the ground from how much she had inadvertently humped it...

And once it reached max size, roughly around the point where it reached her legs, it started to affect Zeta much like Bea had been affected by Embrasque. A thick yet tight layer of latex-like substance spread out from her diaper. Spreading across her form in a matter of mere moments, accelerating even further as her arousal grew more and more.

The more that the latex-like substance covered Zeta? The more her body bulged out. Her outfit was no match for either the growing body or the latex that covered it, causing her armor to either be torn to shreds or launched away, as she continued to thrust her face into that heart-printed diaper...

Ignoring the way that her body was turning into a mess of muscle. Ignoring the way that she kept on humping away at the ground, even cracking the rocks that made up the floor below thanks to the sheer potency of her thrusting. Ignoring the way that she ceased to be female, his chest turned into the same sort of puffy and hair pecs as could be seen on Embrasque...

Until there was barely anything left of Zeta, once the red latex had covered him completely. All that remained of her was a single cry of pure orgasmic pleasure, as he collapsed against the diaper in front of him. Letting the cum soak its way through that diaper, and into his suit. Sending the musk through him, ensuring that he would be smelling just as pungently and as incredibly as Embrasque did...

Finally, he could pull himself away from the diaper. But at this point, it was impossible to tell if he truly wanted to. Given the way that his latex-covered head stared towards that heart-printed diaper, it was clear that the newly transformed DiaperGoon wanted to indulge just as much as he had done before. Arvess was a very devoted and depraved Goon in that regard...

Once the two Goons were 'face to face', however? It didn't take long for Arvess and Embrasque to both flex, letting their muscles and their bulges do the talking. Showing off the sheer strength that was at their command, as the latex-like substance worked its way into the crevices of their muscles. Maintaining their even buffer look, especially as they thrust forward and smashed their bodies against each other...

Both Arvess and Embrasque let out moan after moan as their bulging and cum-soaked diapers began to squeak and crinkle in response to the way that they were practically fucking one another. All while Cobra continued watching with utter glee on his face. Oh, they had turned out so wonderfully. And to make matters even better, he happened to notice something while Arvess was busy humping the ground...

The former Society Agent happened to drop a communicator. And while he didn't know who was on the other end, there was something that he did know.

They were no doubt going to come here, if he were to mention the fates of his newest toys...

---

"Don't you DARE treat my subordinates like they're nothing but pawns in a game!"

There was no way that Ilsa wasn't wandering straight into a trap. The moment that she had been contracted by this 'King Cobra' character, she knew that he was going to find a way to exploit her feelings for both Zeta and Beatrix. The right thing for their former Instructor and current equal to do was to move in with a cool head and then negotiate their release.

Instead, she had gone straight on the offensive. Wielding her own Seal Weapon, Nybeth, with everything that she had. Letting loose bullet after bullet, ensuring that there was no way that this bastard was going to get out of this unscathed.

All because he had dared to mess with those two. She didn't care what happened to her by comparison. If she could save those two? They could make it out of this alive and then come back to grab her. That was the kind of trust that Ilsa put in those two.

"Oh my, oh my! What a deadly shot you are!"

The green-clad cretin laughed as the Erune actually almost nailed him with several shots. If not for the fact that he had faced off against combatants like her before, he would've probably been left as swiss cheese following her attack. Thankfully, his muscle memory from encounters like these had paid off.

All while he was left with the white-clad Society Agent already ready to fire off another volley of bullets, this time fully intending on nailing him. Given the venomous and hateful look in her eyes, she was probably going to nail him straight in the forehead should she get the chance.

Now that just wouldn't be nice. But fortunately, the very same pair that she was trying to save would be her downfall, as Cobra quickly whistled for his brand new DiaperGoons to take the stage.

The green bastard was summoning allies. Not that Ilsa was worried. She'd take him on, no matter how many people he had at his beck and call.

At least, that was what she thought. The next thing she knew, she was slammed into on two sides. It was like time itself had been frozen after she took her next step. And then, she had been hit. How fast were her enemies? Clearly so fast that she couldn't see them with her naked eye. But that wasn't the actual part that was a problem.

No, the problem was what she had been hit by. Instead of the grim sound of her head being cut apart or slammed into paste, she instead heard the hard yet rough sound of crinkling going through the air. And while she wasn't a fan of the sounds, she was much less a fan of what she saw on both sides of her head if she were to even try and turn her head.

Ilsa was trapped in between two extra thick diapers. Such thick diapers that, once she had been forced onto her knees after that attack, she was very nearly completely swallowed whole by their thickness. Causing the black-haired Erune to struggle as she couldn't even keep her hands on her weapons with how tightly she was compressed between these two crinkly surfaces.

"This is the dirtiest trick I've seen anybody pull! Are you happy with yourself, green bastard!?" Ilsa shouted, furious with her current predicament. The more she struggled, the more that she'd be forced to grind against these diapers. The one thing that she wanted less and less of. But if she didn't struggle, then she wouldn't be able to get free at all.

Cobra laughed at how mad the Erune was. She wasn't kidding over the phone, she really was going to tear him a new one if she got her hands on him. Good thing his DiaperGoons were there to handle her. "Don't you worry about what I pulled. Worry about what happened to your Subordinates. Maybe you'll get more intimate with them, now that they can't stop themselves from getting all intimate with you! Come on, Arvess! Keep thrusting, Embrasque!"

The laughter from Cobra was drowned out by the shocking realization hitting her. The two brutes that had trapped her between their diapers... They were Puppy and Hellcat... Zeta and Beatrix. No wonder they were this fast. No wonder they were able to damn nearly knock her out by hitting her with diapers.

She couldn't wrap her head around how they had ended up like this. Much less how they had ended up being renamed after their respective Seal Weapons. And frankly, she was having more and more trouble figuring out exactly what thoughts she should be having.

All thanks to the sheer amount of musk that was concentrated in the space she was trapped within. Musk that only grew more and more potent the more that the two DiaperGoons kept on cumming into their respective diapers. Musk that only grew stronger as she was forced to rub up against them, causing the diapers to rub their musky scents off on her...

"Damnit... Puppy... Hellcat... Stop... Humping... Hhhaaahhh..." Ilsa definitely tried to fight back at this point. Her mind was too muddled by all the pleasure, completely fogged up to the point where not a single coherent thought was really able to root in there.

All that she could do was simply keep huffing. Unaware of her body growing thicker and thicker with every moment that passed. Unaware of her own body gradually starting to hump forward into the diapers that were practically swallowing her whole. Unaware of Nybeth having turned into a diaper around her waist as well, the white diaper trembling as her bulging cock gradually grew bigger within...

The stink from both diapers was overwhelming. Especially for an Erune like her. But that was why she kept on huffing. Kept on thrusting. Kept on letting it all soak in as the muscles across her arms and legs tore apart her well-maintained uniform. Removing any sense of class and dignity that was maintained within this filthy space...

Just like what had happened to her subordinates, Ilsa was being transformed into an incredibly strong, incredibly masculine, and incredibly perverse Goon. Her hands were certainly more than happy to prove the label too. Because she couldn't flex her way out of this, even as the muscle started to grow so thick that she wouldn't be fitting into any ordinary type of outfit anytime soon, she simply focused her hands down on her bulge...

And she thrust. The commanding Erune who had trained both of the DiaperGoons that were currently pressing up against her and humping into her like she was humping her diaper, was now acting just like them. Humping the most important thing she could get her hands on. Raising her arousal more and more, no matter how dangerous it was. No matter how absolutely insane this all was...

She just kept on thrusting. Even Ilsa's body was being covered in the same sort of latex-like substance that had covered both Arvess and Embrasque. Even as she felt any semblance of free will and independence being squeezed into nothing by her newly formed latex bodysuit. Even as she felt her cock keep on cumming and cumming into her diaper, unable to do a single thing against how good it felt to goon in her diaper like the DiaperGoon she was becoming...

Ilsa simply did not stop. Not even as she ended up completely covered, just like her subordinates. Not even as they pulled back and revealed their former instructor, now nothing more than another masculine DiaperGoon, whose mental picture of himself properly realigned itself once he was freed from the world. Not even as he gazed upon his King did he stop. He kept on thrusting into his hands, thrusting that comparatively small bulge into that wonderful hole that he made with his hands...

It was only once the 'green bastard', his beloved King Cobra, started to clear his throat, that he finally ended up stopping. Instead, he got right back onto his feet and saluted his King, proudly puffing out his white-tuft of chest hair as he expected high praise from the King that had helped turn him into nothing more than a DiaperGoon.

Cobra smiled as he gazed upon the three near-identical DiaperGoons. Not only did they look like proper beasts with so much muscle that they could probably tear this island apart, or at the very least force more to press up against their diapers and turn into even more DiaperGoons... They also radiated with power, courtesy of the Seal Weapons that served as their namesakes.

"Good, good. Introduce yourselves, my dear DiaperGoons. I want to hear your loyalty loud and clear!" He gave them a command, all while casually thumbing his hand against his bulge...

"Arvess! Ready to burn diapered love into my enemies, for the sake of my King!" Arvess declared, a burning glow resonating from the red heart on his diaper. A red and wet heart, as simply declaring his loyalty and saluting had left him to squirt with pride.

"Embrasque! Ready to devour my enemies' fate, and leave them as strong DiaperGoons for my King" Embrasque declared, a hungry glow reasonating from the blue heart on his diaper. Just as wet as the heart on Arvess' diaper, and prone to get even wetter...

"Nybeth! Ready to seal my enemies, so that they cannot avoid using their diapers and cumming away until they're as strong and as loyal as us! For my King!" Nybeth declared, just as loyal as both of his former subordinates. Even more eager than the two of them, because he couldn't stop humping the air even as they were lined up side by side. Even staining that white heart as much as he could, ready to unleash his strength and power upon those that his King wanted him to convert...

Such loyalty. Such devotion. It was enough to make even the gay King himself tremble and cry out a little from how good it felt to be worshiped. Causing him to drool a little as he caressed his heart-printed chest and bulge, giggling as he gazed upon his loyal DiaperGoons.

"Go on then. Goon away, boys. Have a bit of fun, before we go turn this 'Skydom' into our 'Gaydom'!"

He gave an order, one mixed with such a mocking bout of laughter. One that they all took very seriously, as the DiaperGoons grunted and gasped, panting as they humped away at their diapers as they had done before.

A reward for their service. And a prelude of what was to come. If their King wanted to convert the skies and fill it with the kind of love and pleasure that had converted them...

Then the former Society Agents would happily do whatever must be done. For the sake of their King. For the sake of their pleasure. For the sake of how good it all felt.

For their King, who made them such powerful DiaperGoons!