The Big Boys Club was now open for its annual costume party tonight!
The place was packed with plenty of hopefuls, ready and willing to wow the crowd tonight with what they felt would be the show of a lifetime.
Arriving at a respectable time was Tony Tony Chopper and beside him, a friend of his, King. His skull faced friend resided within the Owl House but was taking time to visit via this special occasion. Chopper too tended to be a bit of an adventurer himself. Being a pirate, he sought validation for his very cool and roguish ways by participating in escapades like this.
The Big Boys Club was, after all, a place where big boys of all types gathered to have fun and celebrate their prestigious adulthood together. The pride that was taken in being a grown winner at life was something that couldn’t be understated.
Chopper and King stepped into the club with winning grins on their faces. The lights were extremely pretty, beaming a neon energy about the area that was breathtaking and elucidated a sense of fun that no mere child on the outside would have been able to appreciate. The music was pumping too.
No one was in their costumes yet, as it wasn’t time for the competition to start. As such, Chopper just had on a pair of jeans shorts and a striped yellow and orange shirt. King wore a red shirt and some slightly darker red pants.
“So,” Chopper began as they entered the main party area that had a huge stage set before them, “What are you going to dress up as for the costume party’s competition? Is your outfit in your backpack?”
King chuckled. “It is. What about you? That doctor’s bag of yours isn’t actually filled with medical supplies today is it?”
“Nah. My costume is in here too,” Chopper said, gesturing to the blue bag on his back. “I definitely do not plan on wasting my time fixing everyone up here today. Anyone who wants to get drunk and bash their faces against the floor is going to have to make due without Doctor Chopper today.”
He said that but in truth he really just hoped that didn’t happen. His decision to carry his costume inside his medical supplies bag was just a way of him trying to focus on the activity at hand here today. After all, he had to prove he had the best costume of all to show off in front of all these people for the sake of his reputation.
King shared a similar drive to him. He didn’t have to worry about any occupation or the like of course. There was nothing for him to put off so it was a lot easier for him to arrive alongside Chopper with the goal of blowing the competition away with his sick disguise.
“Well, I guess if we’re both trying to achieve the same thing, we could share the prize that comes with having the best costume!” King did a nice eyebrow spasm as he leaned in closer to Chopper.
“Oh really?” Chopper grinned, liking the sound of a team up.
“Yes, really,” King nodded. “My costume is so good that it’ll likely boost whatever you have up a notch just by being in association with mine.”
Chopper pursed his lips as he looked at the confident young beastly boy. Seems someone had a little misplaced bout of confidence.
“I think that’s a little too presumptuous,” Chopper shrugged. “After all, I was going to win with my costume. Wait’ll you see it. It’s so awesome it’ll blow your mind.”
“Mine will blow your mind and your butt out of your pants! That’s how cool it is!” King snickered.
Chopper turned to face him with a growing grin. “Okay. If you’re so certain then show me!”
They grabbed at their bags, ready to show off the goods when suddenly a hefty cackle disrupted them from behind.
Both Chopper and King swerved around to glance at the individual who had just laughed in their direction and saw the giggling Impmon, snacking on a few cookies and getting crumbs all over his face while watching them.
“If it isn’t Chopper the Diaper Doctor Pirate and the infamous King of the Babies. How’s life been treating you whittle tykes? Did you guys come here because you wanted to see how big boys party? I’m afraid you can’t just barge in for a reason like that though,” Impmon said, munching on more of his snacks. “This is a place restricted only for big boys, regardless of what your pathetic little hopes and dreams say you desire.”
Chopper and King narrowed their eyes, leering at the digimon mocking them without a care in the world.
“Impmon,” Chopper stated his name, his voice dripping with contempt. “Just what do you think you’re doing here? Shouldn’t you be mingling with the assholes on the rancid, dirty side of the club?”
“Nah,” Impmon smiled and shoved what was left of his snack in his mouth. “I was just trying to be polite by providing you two with your costumes for the competition. Since I knew you helpless babies wouldn’t be able to resist coming here.”
King rolled his eyes. “You can call us all the names you want but the fact of the matter is that we have every right to be here, same as you. So beat it!”
“Yeah! Besides, we’ve already got our costumes and they’re going to blow yours away! You’re gonna be so surprised, your pants will fall down from the shock!” Chopper snapped.
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Impmon grinned brightly and drilled a magnanimous gaze towards them both. “Sorry but that’s not happening. As much as you may want it, the only ones who’ll be exposing their underwear to this entire crowd of people tonight will be you two losers.”
Chopper sputtered his lips. “Please! You talk big but you’re just a bratty little jerk! I bet you’re only antagonizing us because you think you can’t beat us in the competition.”
“Oh, I know I can’t beat you in the competition,” Impmon said. “So much so that I’m not even going to compete. That’s why I brought you your costumes for you. You’d better thank me for it,” Impmon set his bag down.
“Thank you–?” King was confused. “We already HAVE our costumes! What are you talking ab–?!”
Impmon suddenly opened his eyes wider and spun a clenched fist around to nail King in the gut! The punch made King gurgle as he slumped over Impmon’s fist, eyes spinning from the impact. King grunted and fell to his knees, holding his tummy.
Chopper snapped. “I knew it! You were only here to start trouble, YOU–!”
The reindeer went to smack Impmon across the back of the head with his hoof but Impmon expertly dodged and swung his foot up to nail Chopper… in the balls!
“HOOOOF!” Chopper grunted and then let out a mighty squeal. He grabbed his nuts and shook his butt around while hunched over.
Impmon laughed and then jumped in the air before spreading his feet outward for a two-way kick that bashed into both Chopper and King’s faces! The two losers were now completely dazed and confused as they were sent spiraling onto their backs, spread-eagle on the floor.
By now, their confrontation with Impmon was being noticed by the party goers. A bit of a spotlight was starting to shine on them as Impmon properly set his bag down, chuckling to himself like the prideful big boy he was.
“You two should have known better than to come here. You could have been spared this humiliation if you had just accepted you weren’t big boys and stayed away. Now I’ve gotta show everyone here just how big babies who don’t know their place get treated!” Impmon snickered.
He opened his bag, revealing an assortment of baby changing items! This was what he was planning to put on them!
Chopper and King groaned and their vision was blurred. However, both their eyes widened when they saw the contents of the bag.
“NO! NOOO!” Chopper turned to try and crawl away but his leg was grabbed by the crazed Impmon. He was hoisted up and the hem of his shorts were grabbed. Chopper screamed and flailed about.
“What’s the matter? Don’t want your underwear exposed?” Impmon said. He delighted in making sure the thing he was threatened with happened to Chopper instead.
“PLEASE! DON’T–!” Chopper began. It was too late though. Impmon yanked Chopper’s shorts up and exposed his Sesame Street themed briefs to the ever increasing onlookers. “GAAH! MY UNDERWEAR! NOOOO!”
“Your underwear YES!” Impmon corrected, booping Chopper’s nose and then letting him flop onto his back!
He then stomped on Chopper’s crotch and grinded his heel there, making the reindeer make a gaggle of pained noises and funny cross-eyed faces.
Impmon then turned to King and saw him crawling pathetically away. His tail was grabbed and he was dragged back, scraping at the ground, before he could get too far.
“Not so fast, baby!” Impmon said, clenching the hem of King’s pants.
“EEK! Wait! Don’t–!” King began but, of course, was ignored. Impmon yanked his pants off and made King screech as his butt was sent flopping up and down from the whiplash of the garment removal. The Super Monsters underwear he had on delighted the onlookers. They started to take photos as King looked back and forth between them all, blushing and sweating in embarrassment. “This… this isn’t–! I-I-I mean–!”
“You dumb babies are still wearing toddler briefs?” Impmon asked, shaking his head. “Poor babies. Don’t you know that underwear is for kiddies older than you? You’re not little kids. You’re BABIES!”
Impmon then reached down and gripped Chopper’s underwear. “So, it’s time you dressed like babies!”
“NO! NOOO! NOT AGAIN! STOOOO-AAAH!” Chopper yelped when his underwear was yanked off next! He was suddenly sitting naked in the middle of the Big Boys Club. He was flushing a bright red, too embarrassed to squirm away. He watched helplessly as his underwear was tossed on top of his discarded pants.
King shrieked and wanted to run too but Impmon stomped on his tail and made him violently flop back down. He could only stare in horror as Impmon unfolded two huge poofy diapers. One was a Care Bears diaper that he successfully lowered and pulled Chopper on top of. The other was a My Little Pony diaper that he pushed towards King’s butt.
“Now hold still–!” Impmon reached down and grabbed King’s briefs next. Without another word, he yanked them down and tossed them off behind him. “Now, get your fat butt down on that diaper! Come on!” He ordered.
The force of his underwear being pulled off saw King’s crotch and butt get suspended momentarily. However, he was pressing his tail on top of the unfolded diaper in order to keep himself from lowering onto it! He didn’t want his butt to hit the diaper!
Chopper was in full panic mode! His tiny wee wee was openly exposed for all to see and the laughter that kicked up around him was soon followed by photos being taken as well as accompanying videos. He blushed extremely brightly while flailing his arms up and down. His body wanted to flee but it was so confused by the embarrassment that rational movement didn’t hit him. His body was derped by the fear and humiliation!
“Take a good look everyone! It’s King, The King of Babies, and Chopper, The Diaper Doctor Pirate!” Impmon grandstanded before everyone. “This loser couldn’t even find a cure for their micro-nubs much less be considered a big boy in general! Now stop squirming! This is happening and there’s nothing you can do to stop it!”
“GYAAAAAAH! NOOOOOO!” Chopper screamed. He knew it was true but didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t end up like this again! Not again!
Eventually, the fight was lost. After Impmon powdered their open diapers, King lost his balance and flopped his struggling butt onto the diaper, which promptly folded closed onto his crotch instantly. Impmon folded Chopper’s diaper over his front when he noticed the reindeer dribbling pee from the embarrassment affecting his bladder.
He got the diapers on just in time because when he closed them up tight, the two flopped onto their backs and started blubbering with tears in their eyes, feeling their bladders weaken in an instant as the shame and humiliation washed over them.
They both christened their diapers as the loud music and laughter rang out amongst a sea of photo snapping and video recording.
Impmon stood over the two diaper babies and splayed out his arms.
“So folks? Do you think they deserve to win the costume competition?” He asked.
A resounding “YES!” was belted out amongst the club, followed by the two humiliated losers being dragged up on stage in their wet diapers. They were handed their reward… two baby bottles full of formula.
That’s when they realized that they’d truly been set up. There was no costume party. These bottles of formula were the trophies because they were the projected winners the whole time!
Impmon knew they wouldn’t be able to resist coming and set this whole thing up. He gave them a wave from the crowd and made a goofy face with his tongue out, mimicking how they looked when they were hit earlier.
Chopper and King shoved the bottles into their mouths and sucked them down, washing the shame down their gullets but feeling it rise up within them over and over again.
They were the winners of the competition and the big baby losers of the Big Boys Club.
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