**Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, START** Pipiurururu~ Hello players! Ready to dive into some games? Because we have the Duck Brothers and two friends entering a real video game tournament full of embarrassing moments, humiliation, and disasters.


To better understand what's going on, I recommend reading first: “Com#59: Brother-bot.”
 
(Clarification: All characters in the story are adults.)




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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarms sounded in the room, causing two robot boys to snap out of their sleep mode, both opening their eyes and smiling excitedly.


"It's tournament day!" Boyd said, jumping out of his rocket-shaped bed and heading toward the calendar on the wall. Although he has a calendar among his programs, there was no chance of mistake. "Today is the video game tournament!" The parrot said excitedly, almost dancing in his yellow space-themed pajamas.


"The tournament I will win!" Draxes said, lying on his side in his racecar-shaped bed and wearing blue pajamas with pictures of candy. "I'm fucking ready to kick some digital ass and bring home a trophy!"


Boyd rolls his eyes with a grin, finding it amusing how his brother speaks so boldly despite his attire. "Just remember it's a team tournament."


"Sure, sure." Draxes finally gets out of bed. "We agreed to team up with your duck friends. It'll be fun to meet them in person and show off my skills."


Draxes and Boyd had been in contact with Huey, Dewey, and Louie through texts or calls; none of they wanted to meet while they were grounded in diapers and daycare. So today would be the day Boyd would officially introduce Draxes to his friends. "Remember to behave; first impressions are important for making friends." The parrot advises his brother. "No lasers, electric shocks, or using the flamethrower, especially near butts."


Draxes pretended to listen to Boyd as he took off his pajamas to change. "Yeah, yeah. Relax your ass, it's not like I'm going to be fighting anyone today."


"Technically, we'll be facing off against other tournament participants." Boyd said wittily. "And the tension in my ass is appropriate."


"You know what I mean. I mean, who wouldn't want to be friends with a cool, fire-breathing dragon?" Draxes strikes a pose, pointing to himself with a confident smirk. He seems completely unaware that he's alone in his AppleJack underoos. To which Boyd just laughed and started getting ready too.


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Meanwhile at McDuck's mansion, Huey was packing a backpack to take to the video game tournament. "Water bottle, ready. Nut snacks, neatly spaced, ready. Scout's Guide." He looks under his cap, pulling out the thick book with a smile. "Always ready!" Huey puts the book back.


"Don't forget to pack the fun, Mr. Nerd, if you have that on your list." Louie said. The green duck was in his bed doing things on his cell phone.


"You're kidding, but a good scout is prepared for anything." Huey said, proud of his organization. "Always expect the unexpected and be prepared for it!"


Louie puts down his phone and turns to his brother with a smile. "Then bring lip balm. Maybe today you can finally kiss Boyd."


The young duck turned as red as his outfit. "I don't want to kiss Boyd! We're just good friends with many common interests!"


"You were almost crying about not being able to visit Boyd for the last month." the green duck reminded his older brother. "If you wanted to see Boyd so much, you should have just gone to the lab. After all, our uncle pays for that whole place."


Huey pouts. "It's called respecting privacy and respecting the space of great scientists. You can't just try to invade that place." Especially since there was a guard robot giving out wedgies to anyone who tried to enter without permission. Gyro got serious about the no-visitors thing. "Forget your ridiculous jokes. Where's Dewey?" Huey asks, trying to change the subject.


"I'm here!" Dewey entered the room, wearing his classic blue outfit, dark sunglasses, and a leather jacket that was too big for him. "Turbo's here!"


"Where did you get that jacket?" Louie asked. "You look like a little kid trying to wear his dad's clothes or something."


"It's McQuack's, I borrowed it for today." Dewey tries to strike a pose, revealing the back of the jacket, which had the words: "Speed, crash, and fly!" Anyone who knew the pilot would recognize that those words describe him. "Today is a day where the great Turbo is going to shine and steal the show!"


"You know that's not your name, legally," Huey reminded his brother as he watched him play his antics. "Besides, this is a team tournament. But more importantly, today we'll meet Boyd's brother, Draxes."


The blue duck stopped, a smile spreading across his face as he thought of the handsome dragon in a rocker-worthy outfit. "We'll look great together in this jacket when we win the tournament and lift the trophy together."


"Boyd and we will be there, too." Huey reminded his brother when he saw that Dewey was only thinking of him as the center of attention. "I'd better pack some spare clothes; I'm sure you won't be able to play in that ridiculous jacket."


Dewey frowned at his older brother's words. So when Huey repacked his backpack, Dewey wasted no time walking over to him and jamming his hands into the red duck's pants. "Look how well I can move and look cool!" With that, Dewey yanked his brother's underwear hard.


"EEEEKK! WEDGIEEE!!" Huey squealed, standing on his toes as his Care Bear underoos climbed up his butt and reached his shoulders.


Louie just watched his older brothers and took a picture with his phone.


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The duck brothers went out on their own and were the first to approach the meeting place. They all seemed quite excited about both meeting Draxes and participating in the videogame tournament. Dewey, though, seemed most excited about Draxes, constantly checking his outfit.


"Remember to act cool, so Huey, don't talk about scouts, how the first videogames were made, or the statistics about winning or losing in the lottery."


Huey, who was occasionally adjusting his underwear because he still felt the wedgie from earlier, glared at his brother in annoyance. "It's interesting facts that make for a lively and informative conversation where we can exchange opinions."


Louie yawned exaggeratedly. "Just let him act like that. He'll finally meet the dragon boy he's been having wet dreams about every night."


"I haven't had dreams where I kiss and cuddle with Draxes!" Dewey quickly shook his head. "Those tiny wet spots were just... sweat." The duck was so busy looking for an excuse that he didn't notice the crack in the sidewalk, tripping over it and falling into a puddle of dirty water on the street. **Splash!** Louie and Huey jumped, moving away to avoid being splashed by the water. Then they looked at their brother face down in the puddle.


"Ahhh!" Dewey stood up, his jacket now wet and dirty. "Gahh! My cool jacket man!" Dewey took off his jacket, seeing that it was now ruined. Also, his shirt and pants were somewhat wet. "My clothes! No!" The duck opened his pants, preventing the dirty water from reaching his underwear.


"I didn't think we'd need a change of clothes BEFORE we got to the tournament." Huey mentioned as he dropped his backpack on a bench and looked for some dry clothes for his younger brother. "You should be more careful where you're walking, do you need a band-aid?"


"No! I just need to be cool again!" Dewey hurriedly grabbed the first thing Huey had pulled from his backpack and hurried into an alley to avoid being seen. "No peeking! That includes swiping your phone for a picture!"


"Oh, it hurts me that you think that about us." Louie said, putting his phone away.


"Hey! Guys!" As fate would have it, Boyd turned the nearby corner and noticed the duck brothers, hurrying over. "We were just hurrying to the meeting place!" Behind Boyd.


Walking casually, Draxes approached the group, stopping in front of the two ducks on the sidewalk. "I thought you were triplets, where's the other duck?"


"Here! I'm here!" Dewey exclaimed from the alley as he continued adjusting his pants, which only caused him to fall again, this time on his face. The young duck stood up quickly, not noticing that the lenses of his sunglasses had shattered, leaving only the frames intact. "Hey! Draxes, right?" Dewey tried to act casual and uninterested. "I've heard a little about you, just a little."


The dragon looked the duck over from head to toe. Beige shorts, a white button-down shirt with vertical blue stripes, and what now looked like thick-framed, nerdy glasses. "You must be Huey. My brother won't stop talking about you and the things you guys do in the scouts."


Something inside Dewey turned to stone and shattered, leaving the duck petrified. It was a bad time for his pants to fall off, revealing lavender underoos with pictures of Rainbow Dash and Dewey's name written on the waistband.


"...Hey, I think the duck broke." Draxes said, poking Dewey in the forehead. The duck fell back like a board, remaining rigid on the ground. "...Boyd... I think I've killed him! What do we do?!" The dragon starts to panic. "I didn't know flesh beings were so fragile! What do we do with the body?!"


Boyd stares at Dewey on the ground and then at the other ducks. "What's wrong with Dewey? Didn't he recharge his batteries last night?"


"Dewey's just... excited." Louie said, picking up his brother, who was still stiff as a board. "He'll come around in about five minutes. Let's put his pants on him and take him with us. We don't want to be late for the tournament."




The group of boys accepted the proposal, getting moving while making the proper introductions, making it clear to Draxes who each duck was and how to navigate by color to make it easier. Which was good, since even the facial recognition scanner on both robots couldn't distinguish them.


Dewey reacted along the way. After getting appropriate clothing, he joined the conversation, which centered on each of their favorite video games. The blue duck seemed very interested in the dragon's opinions, while the red duck showed more interest in the parrot's words. The green duck limited himself to talking when they were directed toward him, leaving his older brothers to flirt with the robots.


Finally, the boys arrived at the video game tournament site, comparable to a small stadium where there was already a line to register and a much larger line for spectators who came to cheer on the players.


"...I don't see any girls among the tournament participants," Draxes mentioned.


"That's because the girls' tournament is over there." Huey pointed to the venue across the street.


A huge stone wall with torches, skeletons with weapons decorated the wall, towers with catapults could be seen, and there were heavily armed security guards.


"...Ahh?" The dragon stared in dismay at the place, which seemed more appropriate for a medieval battle than a video game tournament. "Why?"


Louie looked down and rubbed his arm. "Girls can get... very intense in games... even in friendly ones." He looked uncomfortable as he remembered some things.


"With Webby, every battle is real, and Violet has so many strategies that you can't do anything against her," Huey acknowledged, lowering his hat as if that could hide his fear. "And let's not even talk about Lena. She'll destroy you with her sharp tongue and… colorful language."


A tear welled up in Dewey's eye. “We were once playing Uke or Puke on the playground. The things she said made me cry, and I lost miserably.” Huey and Louie patted Dewey on the back after remembering that.


Boyd and Draxes exchanged glances, setting an alert to not play against the girls for the sake of their self-esteem. “Understood.” They didn’t ask any more questions on the subject.


“Stop thinking about sad things!” Dewey said, with explosive emotion. “Let’s register to win the tournament!” The duck ran toward the line of participants. But his run was interrupted when he collided with someone else. “Ow!” The duck fell to the ground.


“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” said the boy Dewey had collided with; he was a blue dog wearing baggy pants and a vest. “Didn’t anyone teach you to watch where you’re running?”


“Me? Clearly you were the one who crashed into me!” The duck said as he stood up. The rest of his group came over to support him in case there was trouble. “Apologize! In case you haven't noticed, you're talking to the future tournament champion!”


“You guys? Win? What a joke!” said a bunny in a football uniform, supporting the blue canine. “What are you supposed to be, the chicken team?”


“Hello, dragon here!” Draxes said, annoyed at being mistaken for a bird.


A yellow mouse joined the discussion in the other group. “Actually, it's said that reptiles are directly descended from birds, so you're a chicken too!”


“I don't like that theory,” said a land dragon, who was holding several snacks.


“It's a silly comparison anyway! We're ducks, a parrot, and a dragon!” Huey said, starting to get annoyed with these guys. “Just apologize and let's forget about it.”


“And why should any of us apologize?” The man who appeared to be the last member of the other team arrived, a white dove wearing a suit that was too elegant for a video game competition. “You bunch of simpletons should go dig through the trash for more clothes, because you really need a change.”


“Come and say it to our faces if you have the golden balls to back it up!” Louie said, joining the discussion. “You obviously have no idea who we are!”


“A bunch of losers! A bunch of losers is what you are!” The blue canine said in a whiny, childish tone. “We'll be the champions! We!”


Both groups of boys began to argue, hurling insults at each other and Louie and the pigeon engaging in eye-to-eye slapping fights in the air. Louie and the pigeon were in enough commotion for one of the security guards to intervene. “Hey! You guys! Stop it now or you'll all be kicked out of this place and won't even see the tournament!”


Both groups raised their hands in the air and lined up. They remained that way until the security guard left. Then they all butted heads with someone on the other team with defiant glares.


“All right! Team Chickens! You want trouble? You've got it now!” the blue canine said angrily. “We're going to kick your asses so hard!”


"I'd like to see you try it!" Draxes turned around and shook his butt shamelessly at his rivals. "You don't stand a fucking chance!"


Boyd would normally reprimand his brother for using such language. But given the situation, it seemed appropriate. "We'll win the tournament!"


"Oh, you're so confident?" The yellow mouse grins mischievously. "Then why don't we make this interesting by betting? By betting humiliation on the losers!"


"You asked for it! Cheese breath!" Louie exclaimed. "What's the big idea?"


"Well, we could... huh..." The earth dragon looked around, searching for ideas.


"During the tournament, team members must face off 1 vs 1 in some kind of game until the entire enemy team is eliminated." The bunny explained. "Let's use that! When we face off, the winner can humiliate the loser! ALL on stage! In front of the ENTIRE audience and the cameras broadcasting the event live!"


"Oh, you want to show the world your little cotton tail? That's so adorable of you!" Huey mocked with a grin, angering the bunny.


"We can do even better!" Dewey exclaimed, sticking a finger in the air. "Losers can't just be humiliated! They must be put in diapers and stay here until the end of the tournament! No clothes! No baths! Just humiliating diaper changes in front of hundreds of people and cameras!"


"You got a boner and got wet thinking about it, didn't you?" the pigeon said with a cheeky grin and a sly look. Dewey was shocked and blushed. "Did you just imagine yourself being changed in diapers in public! With everyone staring at you and calling you a loser baby! All eyes on you while your pathetic wee wee gets hard and starts leaking! Pervert! You're a pervert!" the pigeon laughed.


"S-shut up!" Dewey exclaimed, trying to be firm. But his red face and the way he covered his crotch didn't help his image. "I'm too cool and an Alpha for that!"


"Maybe you even imagined your brothers in that situation! They're horny too?" The blue canine added, joining in the teasing. He turned to Huey, "Who do you want to put your baby butt in diapers? Maybe the parrot boy here next to you, or does it turn you on more when a stranger does it in front of everyone?"


"You're the perverts for imagining those situations as something horny!" Huey exclaimed. But the image of Boyd between his legs to slide a diaper on was planted in his head. And knowing the parrot, he would offer words of comfort to make the duck feel protected and safe. Damn! Huey needs to stop thinking about that! "We're not going to lose either way! So you guys should get ready!"


"Then it's a bet!" The yellow mouse affirmed. All the boys began shaking each other's hands, sealing the bet. "We'll see each other at the tournament finals, where we'll emerge victorious and you'll be humiliated!"


"Actually, we still have to wait in line to register." Boyd pointed to the line lined with several groups waiting to participate in the tournament. The mouse blushed at having made a fool of himself after throwing out some rather harsh words.


Both teams were at the back of the line, which meant they could still see and hear each other. You're not supposed to issue a challenge like that and just stay with the enemy! This was so anticlimactic it was actually awkward.


"Screw this, I'll take care of it." Said the pigeon, rummaging through his fancy suit and pulling out large wads of cash. He and his team moved forward in the line, paying each team to 'give up their spot' to avoid further issues with security. The pigeon gave everyone a wad of cash.


"That snobby fool! Spoiled brat! Walking wallet!" Louie said, biting his finger in frustration as he watched everyone receive a generous amount of money except for them. "I bet he even spends tons on his undies!"


"And didn't you buy a swimsuit made of emeralds when you were the owner of your uncle's industries for a day?" Dewey reminded his brother with an amused smile. "Although, if we're talking about underwear then..."


"Shut up! Whose side are you supposed to be on?" The green duck said, launching himself at his blue brother, both of they starting to push and pinch each other's cheeks.


The dragon watched the brothers, laughing at the scene. "You guys really are fun! It was a good decision to come and join you guys!"


Meanwhile, Huey leaned closer to Boyd, coughing into his fist and with a slight blush on his cheeks. "Not that I'm worried or anything. But do you think we have a good chance?" The red duck had decided to join the tournament for fun, but now he was involved in a humiliating bet. His concern was quite justified, really. "I'm sure you're amazing at games, and Dewey has more hours at it than anyone, but..."


Boyd placed a hand on Huey's shoulder and smiled warmly. "Don't worry, we'll be fine. I won't let any idiot put a diaper on you." That made the duck feel even more relieved. "But if you have to finish like this, I can put the diaper on you." The parrot offered with the same smile, making the duck blush. "I'll be gentle with you and your sensitive areas."


"Blah, huh, hah..." Huey felt a short circuit in his brain, his body shaking so much that his pants fell down, revealing his Care Bear underoos. But Huey didn't notice this, taking out his Scout book and hiding his face with it. "Let me see! I'm sure there are tips for video game tournaments and diapering!"


Boyd knelt down and carefully pulled Huey's pants up while he was busy hiding his embarrassment. Luckily, nothing stuck out.


After waiting several minutes and talking while the line moved, the group finally made it inside the building, to the registration table.


"The Dominant Alphas are here!" Dewey exclaimed, deciding on a team name.


"Such self-esteem." the registrar said, typing lazily. "So, what are your favorite types of video games?"


"Rhythm and dance games!" Dewey said, dancing a little.


"Gaining and utilizing resources to optimize my area, with the option of combat. And, of course, trivia games." Huey said with nerdy pride.


"Gambling and mystery-solving games." Louie said. As a liar, finding lies in games was easy for him.


"My favorites are shooters, especially first-person shooters, and spaceship battles." Boyd said with an adorable smile.


Draxes shrugged; he hadn't played many video games since his awakening a month ago. "I can play anything, maybe racing if it's mandatory."


"We'll leave you as a wild card." The employee said, finishing entering the information, registering the boys' team, and then printing out their participant passes. "Take care of your passes. With these, you can go to the participant area. There's a snack table, and everyone can get A drink from the minibar."


"Minibar? Is there alcohol there?" the dragon asked, wanting to try it.


"Draxes!" the parrot demanded.


"No, they don't serve alcohol." The employee clarified and showed the boys the way.


The boys entered the contest area. There were televisions for watching the games, plush armchairs everywhere, a large snack table, and even arcade machines so the more active ones could entertain themselves while they waited. Some contestants were chatting among themselves, discussing their home consoles, their video game achievements, and some had even brought their trading cards.


"That's a chocolate fountain!?" Louie pointed to the snack table and ran over. Or at least he tried to, as he tripped and fell face first onto the ground. "Ouch. What the heck?" The duck lifted his face from the ground and looked back, his face turning red as he saw his pants around his ankles, exposing his Paw Patrol underoos. Naturally, the people around him laughed, pointing at the duck's butt. "Dewey! This isn't the time for your pranks!" He said to his brother.


Dewey raised his hands in surprise. "It wasn't me... This time."


"So you didn't run away." the yellow mouse from earlier said, emerging from his hiding place behind a plant where he used his tail to pull down the duck's pants. "I'm surprised you guys didn't run away like scared babies."


"Have you been waiting for us in that place this whole time?" Boyd questioned.


"Of course not!" The mouse affirmed with his arms crossed. "...we've taken turns with my teammates. Team Heroes always achieve their goal!" At that moment, the other four team members showed up, all carrying plates of food.


Louie stood up and hurriedly pulled up his pants. "You guys think so much of us, now you're going to charge us rent for spending so much time in your heads?"


"I doubt you can afford it." the pigeon said, stabbing a chocolate-covered strawberry with his fork. "Just look at your clothes pulled from a dumpster."


Draxes had had enough, turning one of his arms into a laser cannon and pointing it at the other boys. "What if I sent you to the dumpster?!"


"YeeeK!" The five boys squealed in fear, dropping their plates and hugging each other in fear at the sight of the weapon on the supposed dragon before them. "HELP!!"


"THAT'S SO COOL!!" Dewey said, his eyes glowing with excitement at the sight of Draxes's weapon. Handsome and dangerous, who doesn't like something like that?


Boyd grabbed his brother by the 'arm' and lowered the cannon. "No, you can't use these things on people... no matter how insufferable they are."


"Yeah, let the fools talk." Huey said, trying to calm the dangerously armed dragon. "When we face them, we'll humiliate them into shutting their mouths for good. Isn't that better than just shooting a laser at their asses?"


"I didn't say I was going to do that exactly, although it doesn't sound bad." Draxes said, but then sighed in annoyance and returned his arm to normal. "Fine, I'll wait a bit."


"D-Don't think you scared us!" The yellow mouse said, his voice trembling, still tightly hugging his earth dragon boyfriend and with a noticeable wet stain on his pants. "I-I wasn't scared! Not at all!"


"That was fake, right!? That couldn't have been a real cannon!" The earth dragon squealed, his eyes rolling back and a huge stain on his pants.


"L-Let's get out of here!" The blue canine and the bunny grabbed their friends and ran away in fear. Curiously, both of their pants were still dry, but they had large bulges in their rear ends. "You haven't seen the last of Team Heroes yet!"


"Call my personal tailor! My butler! My boyfriend! Gwaah!" cried the pigeon, his pants soaked and with a big bulge in his ass.


Dewey approached Draxes with hearts in his eyes and a dreamy smile. "Wow~ You really made them dirty with fear~ That was so spectacular~"


Draxes smiled with a slight blush; he liked this praise from the duck boy, who was certainly cute. "Well, what can I say, we're the Alpha Dominants." He laughed lightly. "Your choice of name was great, too." Dewey felt his underwear tighten and his butt jiggled with excitement. Draxes liked that too. Although the moment was interrupted when Boyd spanked Draxes on the butt. "Ow!" The dragon jumped and covered his butt in embarrassment.


"I told you not to pull out your weapons." The parrot scolded his brother. "What if Dad finds out about this? Do you want another visit to the spanking room?"


"Spanking room?" Huey's cheeks flushed, and he covered his butt. "Gyro really has something like that? ...and you've been there before?" They both blushed brightly, Boyd for having revealed something so embarrassing, and Huey for imagining Boyd in that room being punished, maybe even with his butt naked.


"Are you done flirting?" Louie said to his brothers as he finally finished adjusting his pants. Although some of them were still laughing at the sight.


Dewey blushed, but he had a defiant look on his face. "You're just jealous because you don't have a super cool friend like us. Duck green with envy."


"More like you want to stick your hot little w-hmph!" Louie was about to suggest something quite inappropriate, but Huey stepped in and covered his mouth.


"Enough. We need to focus." the duck said with a serious look. "We'll probably have to face many other teams before we can fight Team Heroes, maybe we won't even see each other until the finals. That means this is where the intense fight to reach the top and face our enemies begins—"


Boyd interrupts his friend's dramatic monologue. "We'll play them in the first round." The parrot points to a television where the tournament teams and the order of matches were being announced. In Block A, the first names were: Team Heroes vs. The Alpha Dominants. "We're first."


"That's so anticlimactic, again." Draxes said, then shrugged with a smile. "At least we'll be able to kick their asses without waiting too long."


Huey blushed, all his words going straight to the trash.


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The stage was huge, with several cameras feeding into several screens so everyone in the audience could see what was happening, and it was broadcast live over the internet. It was a modern stage with the latest transformation technology, able to change and adapt to the needs of this important event. Both teams boarded from opposite sides; the Hero Team was on the left and the Alpha Dominants were on the right, all ready in clean, neat clothes.


"Oh! It gave them time to change their dirty underwear!" Draxes exclaimed. "I guess the babies had their changes of clothes ready for when they soiled their diapers!"


"SHUT UP!!" The entire Hero Team shouted, looking embarrassed.


"Leave your wet pants at home! The show must begin! It's time for the games to begin!" The host, a green raccoon, emerged from a hatch in the stage floor. "For those who don't know how the tournament works, here's a quick explanation! These will be 1 vs. 1 battles! The video game will be chosen based on the preference of one of the participants! The loser of the game is eliminated and must go to the losers' corner!" Large red and blue cells rise up on the sides of the stage. "The round will only end when an entire team is eliminated! I wouldn't bet my pants on a 1 vs. 5 comeback, but hope is the last thing you lose!"


"So each match can have between 5 and 9 matches of different video games." Draxes mentions. "Isn't that too much, or does this tournament last for several days?"


"Other blocks are competing on another stage." Dewey said with a smile. "Good players, like me, finish their games quickly, so we'll leave with the trophy before dinner." The duck leans toward the dragon. "Maybe we could go get pizza together, you know, celebrate the victory and get to know each other better."


"Sounds pretty delicious~" Draxes said, licking his lips at the thought of pizza.


"D-Delicious!?" Dewey thought Draxes was referring to him. The duck imagined the dragon placing pizza toppings on his feathers and then sensually devouring them. "Ahhhahhhhh~" Dewey turned red, steam rose from his head, and the erection in his underoos began to drip precum. "Y-yeah~ I'll be your pizza~"


Draxes leans toward his brother. "Ducks are always like that?"


"Sometimes Huey acts like that, I guess it means Dewey is just as excited to be your friend." Boyd said, thinking it was normal for them.


"Teams!" The a green raccoon shouted into his microphone. "Send in your representative!"


"I! Let's do this!" Dewey rushed forward, not asking the others and trying to adjust his pants so they wouldn't rub against his erection. While the other team sent the blue canine, he cracked his knuckles with a smile.


"Let's see what the first game will be!" The large screen displayed a dice with different symbols, representing both players and their preferred games. The dice spun like a real die and showed the result. "First up is a dance game!"


"OH YEAH!" Dewey jumped up, pumping his fist in the air, and started dancing.


"Boo! I wanted to fight!" The blue canine complained.


The stage transformed before everyone's eyes! Two sections of the floor rotated, revealing the typical colorful Just Dance floor with arrows. A disco ball and disco lights descended to enhance the atmosphere. Finally, a hatch in the floor opened, revealing a large screen displaying personalized designs for both players.


"Participants don't just have to worry about their feet! Their entire body is being captured by our cameras and sensors!" The host announced. Every movement the boys made was replicated by their avatar on the screen. Dewey tested this by striking various poses for his fans. "This is Dewey's game! So your opponent will choose the song to be used!"


"Urgh. How annoying." The canine began scanning the list of available songs. Since there were hundreds of thousands, he preferred to look for one he was at least familiar with.


Both participants took their places, Dewey with a confident look, capable of dancing to any kind of music! Then the speakers made the venue fill with the song "Party in the U.S.A." And the arrows began to descend on the screens!


“You’ve got this in the bag!” The duck brothers shouted in support of Dewey.


“Show that fool you know how to move!” The bunny told the canine.


"Move it, baby! Let the music set the rhythm of your body!" Dewey danced with fluid movements, landing combos from the start. Both he and his character were receiving attention and praise from the audience. Dewey loved spinning to see his beloved audience adoring his dance moves, but especially Draxes.


Meanwhile, the blue canine struggled to keep up. Dancing in his room with his boyfriend and this game were turning out to be more different than he expected. The canine managed to score points and perform a few excellent moves. But Dewey was getting a perfect score so far.


"Does Dewey always dance this well?" Draxes asked with a smile, his tail wagging to the music and his foot tapping to the beat.


"He's always practicing to be a dancer, an actor, and anything that will help him get in front of the cameras." Huey said, shaking his hips and pumping his fists slightly. Dancing talent was everything to the blue duck.


Draxes laughed. "He's got this." He looked at the dancing duck with a big grin. "Show everyone who's ruling the dance floor! Don't stop shaking your juicy ass!"


The dragon's words hit the duck like a missile. The words 'juicy ass' caused critical damage to Dewey's heart, brain, and weewee! Dewey's pupils turned into hearts, and a lovelorn goofy grin formed on his face, while his perfect score began to slip. "He likes my butty~!" The duck ignored the game and started dancing, shaking his butt for the dragon.


"Looks like duck boy prefers to twerk for the cameras!" The host said with a smile, unleashing a sea of laughter from the audience.


"What's he doing?!" Huey yelled as he watched Dewey's score plummet.


"Huh... a mating dance?" Boyd couldn't understand what was happening to his friend. "Maybe he's trying to enter a code with his dance, like the Konami code."


"More like the horny code." Louie said, seeing his brother dancing.


"Dewey! You must take that out!" Draxes yelled. The duck dropped his pants. "That's not what I meant!" Still, the dragon's eyes remained glued to the duck's butt.


"The MLP duck with underoos is approaching the danger zone!" the raccoon announcer announced, causing a few eyes to turn to the screen.


Dewey's score began to change color as he continued to shake his butt, and when all the numbers turned red, a small alarm sounded! A hatch behind Dewey opened, and a robotic arm with a paddle emerged.


“Oh no!” Draxes and Boyd covered their butts, recalling past experiences.


Dewey got a good spanking! “EEK!” The duck jumped in the air and stepped on random arrows. When 5 errors were scored, the paddle hit his butt again! “Oww!”


“If your score falls too far behind, the game will give you ‘extra motivation’ to try to improve it!” the green raccoon announced. The blue duck squealed again, making the audience laugh. “It’s fun for us too!”


“Dewey won’t recover from this! His butt is what turns him on the most!” Louie said, lightly tugging at his feathers. “He even rubs pillows on his butt instead of his crotch! He must be even hornier!”


“That’s too much information.” Boyd said, his cheeks flushed. “We have to find a way to get Dewey to react so we can get back in the competition!”


"Oh, he's going to hear me!" The robotic dragon's voice increased by several decibels. "DEWEY! GET YOUR ASS IN THE GAME OR I'LL SPANKING YOU PERSONALLY!" The other boys covered their ears because of Draxes's loud voice; it was too much!


"EEK!" The blue canine tried to cover his ears, but his eyes crossed and his whole body shook, causing him to stumble onto his dance floor.


But for the blue duck, that was like adding fuel to the fire. Dewey imagined himself wearing only a collar and leash, held by Draxes, while in his other hand he held the wooden paddle that had been hitting the duck's rear. "Come on, Dewey! Get your ass in the game or I'll SPANKING YOU PERSONALLY!" The fantasy Draxes said provocatively, dropping the wooden paddle and then slapping Dewey with his hand. But it was actually the robotic arm punishing the duck once again.


Dewey jumped, and all his clothes exploded except for his Rainbow Dash underoos. The cameras caught a tiny wet bulge trying to poke out of his fly. "WEE WEE PEEOU PEEOU! MY LITTLE BOTTOM WANTS MORE! BLURRRRRGHHHH!!" The weewee erupted, unleashing a torrent of cum that filled his underwear, so much so that it splattered the stage! Some screens focused on Dewey's flushed face, his panting mouth open, his tongue hanging out like a dog in heat, and a lost look with hearts in his eyes. After the small geyser finished spraying cum, Dewey collapsed on the stage, still panting, his butt shaking.


"Well, I think it's pretty clear who the winner of this round is." The raccoon said with a laugh. "So, you guys were informed that you made a bet."


Huey was surprised to hear the announcer. "Wait, how did he..." The duck noticed a large wad of cash sticking out of the back of the raccoon's pants. Of course, the pigeon negotiated to make it possible.


"All right!" The blue canine took the wooden paddle from the robotic hand and rushed to spank Dewey! "Who's the Alpha now? Heh! You little bitch! I bet you couldn't resist my dance moves and that's why you filled your ridiculous underoos with your beta boy cum!" The canine said with a big grin as he mercilessly punished the duck, who fantasized that it was the dragon punishing him.


"Nature puts betas in their place and true Alphas on top." The pigeon said and snapped his fingers. Servants rushed over with packs of diapers, rugs, and some baby clothes to use on the losers.


Dewey was sucking his thumb as he was laid on a rug and his underwear was removed, exposing his cute butt and his sticky baby weewee. The blue canine raised his legs exaggeratedly so the cameras could catch everything as he slipped on a baby-blue diaper featuring Rarity from MLP. After the padding hugged the duck's waist and butt, the blue canine slipped on a yellow shirt with pink butterflies all over it, a pink hat, and matching booties. Once Dewey was dressed, the canine smacked him hard on the butt! The duck flew off and landed in the jail for his team's losers.


Draxes approached the jail and leaned over to see Dewey purring in his sleep. "Is it bad friends if I think Dewey looks pretty cute like this?"


"Not as long as you ask him out afterward." Louie said, knowing his brother would love it when that happens. "It's also good friends if you rub his butt."


"Louie! Stop it! You won't do that again!" Huey told his brother. He and Boyd blush, remembering when Boyd asked Louie for advice on making friends. Let's just say the innocent robot boy did a few inappropriate things to the red duck.


Draxes looked at Dewey contemplatively and whispered to himself. "I wouldn't mind rubbing his butt once in a while..." He felt the heat rise to his face.


While Dewey slept, the competition had to continue. For the next game, the participants were Huey and the bunny. The virtual die spun until it stopped on a farm icon. Which meant resource-gathering games with combat/adventure options. The red duck seemed quite happy with this.


"Oh! Come on! Are they all their games?!" the bunny complained.


"Resource optimization, here I come!" Huey pulled out his scouting guide. "I wonder how realistic the game system will be. I must quickly obtain and upgrade work tools to gain an advantage and analyze the timing of the crops."


The stage transformed again, but this time in a macabre way! The floor simulated stone bricks, there were skeletons, abandoned weapons, and red torches stained everything with their bloody light! The duck and the bunny looked around in confusion until a huge man dressed like an executioner with an axe appeared behind them. "EEEKK!" They both jumped in fear before him.


The green raccoon put on a robe, the kind used for dark rituals; even his microphone was now an evil-looking staff. "The game our participants will be playing is the famous Cult of the Lamb! The farm game with adorable characters that is part of a Satanic cult that seeks to eliminate the old gods!"


"What?! No! I wasn't thinking of something like this! I was thinking of a quiet game with a real farm!" Huey hadn't played this game, disliking the idea of ​​forming a cult that was always doing highly questionable things. The poop dishes and the idea of ​​the characters mating eliminated any remaining interest.


“Participants have 30 minutes to play! They'll earn points based on how far they've gone in the story, how far they've advanced their cult, and the resources they've collected.” The raccoon host said as the players were given controllers.


“Huey! You can do it!” Boyd tried to encourage his friend. That was enough to get Huey's heart pounding, and he became determined to win his way.


But “Huey's way” consisted of carefully reading all the dialogue and spending all his time clearing his cult's area, chipping away at rocks, cutting down trees, harvesting fruit from bushes, and checking every personality trait for a member of his cult. The worst part was when Huey tried to go into the dungeons and died, losing the respect of his followers.


The bunny, for his part, quickly pressed buttons to skip dialogue, put his initial follower to work, and went into the dungeon. The enemies were pretty basic, the rooms had basic resources, and there was even one room where he gained another follower before facing the dungeon boss. When the bunny defeated the boss, he gained another follower and a resource bonus. With that and the resources the initial follower had collected, it was enough to create his first buildings, like the altar and the cult shrine! The bunny far outclassed the duck cult, whose followers rebelled against him.


"It's not fair! Farm games aren't supposed to be like this! You should work for your people! Not make them work! And plant beets! Beets!" Huey threw the controller to the ground, sat on the ground, flailing his arms and legs, throwing a tantrum, and then squealing in a high-pitched voice. "GWEEEEEEEEK!!"


The raccoon covered his ears. "Punish this nerd to make him shut up!" The bunny started by throwing a double kick to the face to stop the red duck's snarl.


Huey staggered back, his eyes rolling and following imaginary birds. "I must begin my journey south~!" The duck said, waving his hands in an attempt to fly.


Draxes looked at Boyd. "Can your friend fly too, or is he just dumb?"


"Don't tell Huey that!" Boyd puffed out his cheeks, pouting. "A hard blow desyncs anyone's processors, even us."


While the robot brothers argued, the bunny smiled wickedly, taking a can of cream and opening the duck's underwear. "Let's see what you think of these resources!" He poured a large amount of cream on Huey's butt like it was a cake.


"Oooohhhhh~!" Huey shuddered as he felt something filling his Care Bear underoos. However, that sensation changed completely when the bunny pulled at his underwear! “EEEKK! MESSY WEDGIE!!” His nerdy brain, though addled, seems to be able to recognize the different wedgies. Or maybe it was the duck's butt feeling the whipped cream spreading on his butt, reaching every corner and seeping into his underoos. “Eek! Oww! Ohh! Ekk!” The duck bounces on the wedgie, feeling the cream turn into a mess and his pants fall around his ankles. The cameras zoom in to show Huey's wedged, creamed butt, plus his hard little weewee!


“I guess it's his butt you like about him.” Drakes mentions with a smirk. (Although Bluey's butt is bigger and cuter, too.) The dragon thought.


Boyd blushed but didn't say anything about it; he was too focused on watching Huey bounce, those cute creamy butt cheeks, and that adorable little bean! Oh! He couldn't tear his eyes away! The parrot's gaze and the duck's lost stare met. It was only a moment, but it was a deep connection, which lit a spark...


... the spark of a horny loser! Huey felt so embarrassed that Boyd saw him like this, but at the same time, it turned him on like a bonfire! "NO! NOT NOW! NOT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!" The duck tried to cover his crotch, dripping precum.


"Awww~ Is the baby going to pee?" The bunny mocked, holding the duck's Care Bear underoos up. "But I'm just getting started! I want to try more wedgies with you!"


The bunny gave a wedgie lesson in front of the cameras. After bouncing Huey on the messy wedgie, there was a squeaky one. The duck squealed and got a little wet as his underoos flossed over his ass and rubbed his sensitive weewee. Then came an atomic double wedgie. The duck couldn't see anything but the Care Bears as he stumbled blindly. As the duck walked in circles, the bunny set up the diaper-changing area. He was "nice" by selecting a Care Bear diaper and matching pajamas.


"Boyd! Where are you! I can navigate by your voice!" But Huey was walking the other way until he fell off the stage. "Blaaahhh!" The duck rolled, his underwear couldn't hold any longer, and it ripped, and he ended up sitting on the floor with his legs spread... in front of Boyd! The parrot was front row to see the duck's wee-wee! Boyd and Huey were both blushing, but it was Huey who couldn't hold it in anymore. "Gwaaahhhhh~!" The duck's hips pumped wildly in the air, his eyes crossed, and a lewd grin spread across his face. "BLUUUURRHBLUUUGH!! PEOW PEOW PEOW!!" Like a natural, Huey began to ejaculate, splattering cum all over the floor between him and Boyd.


"...do all ducks reach such high levels of euphoria when they're publicly humiliated?" Draxes asked, to which Louie silently put his hood up.


Team Heroes laughed as the bunny dragged the red duck to the mat, put his diapers and pajamas on him, then kicked Huey in the butt and sent him and Dewey to Loser Jail/Makeshift Crib. 0-2, official.


"It's up to me to clear the Ducks' name!" Louie took the stage.


Snoop the Pigeon decided to face the Green Duck. “I guess a wad of bills isn't a good enough offer.” His smug grin was clear.


“Let's see what the next game will be!” The green raccoon said, raising his arm and pointing at the large screen above their heads. The virtual dice rolled until it landed on a closet symbol. The raccoon looked less enthusiastic now. “...dress-up game.”


“What? Who has that as a favorite and wants to play it in a tournament?!” The duck said, glaring at his opponent. The Pigeon just crossed his arms indignantly. “Sissy!”


The stage was moderately transformed, extending a modeling runway and adding some extra lights. “So, the contestants will be given tablets to design each other's outfits, then model them, and at the end, we'll take a poll to determine the winner.”


“And I also have to make that snob look good, gahh.” Louie wasn't very motivated, but he needed to win, so he looked for something cool to design.


---


Curtains were raised so the robotic hands could change the contestants' outfits, while they modeled them. The audience, made up of 99.9% gamers, didn't seem very interested in this 'game.' Then the curtains opened, revealing the contestants.


The pigeon wore a silver suit with gold details, a pristine white shirt, and a red tie with a perfect French knot. Even his shoes were elegant. And Louie…


“What #$!& is this!?” Louie screamed, his face red, looking at his outfit. Fluffy pink booties with a white bunny on them, a big soft pink diaper covered by a hot pink onesie with teddy bear prints, mittens so fluffy Louie couldn’t hold anything, a Barney the Dinosaur bib with a pacifier attached, and a pink bonnet with the words “Baby Duck” knitted across the front. “Why am I dressed like this!?” The cameras focused on the diapered duck, and the audience erupted in laughter as they pointed at Louie. “EEEP!” Only now did Louie remember to cover his clothes with his hands, trying to hide his humiliating outfit, but he just looked like a baby trying to hold it in.


“Maybe I’m a snob, but you’re a baby!” The pigeon said, walking down the runway in his dignified attire. Although the cameras were focused on the other contestant,


Louie tried to walk, but the booties were so padded that he stumbled and began to crawl, his large, padded bottom twitching profusely with the slightest movement. The duck tried to get up, but he kept slipping and falling into ridiculous poses that showed off his padded undies to the cameras. Perhaps the worst was when Louie ended up upside down, unable to close his legs. Maybe it was a wrinkle, but it looked like there was a tiny bulge trying to rise in the diaper! The duck was getting hot!


“Boyd! Draxes! Help!” Louie pleaded, tears forming in his eyes, looking at his companions, hoping to at least get some comfort from them.


“Then you close the diaper and tape it down.” Boyd was changing Huey's diaper and teaching his brother how to change diapers properly.


Draxes tried to imitate his brother's behavior, but he had a problem. “Dewey keeps squirming and getting sticky.” The dragon complained. Every time he closed the diaper, the duck's wee wee would rub against the padded inside and ejaculate a little. “Bluey has no limits.”


None of them were paying attention to Louie's humiliation; they were too busy helping their beloved companions with their full diapers.


Louie couldn't hold it in and started to cry. “Wahhh!!” The duck rolled around, waving his fists and feet in the air. “Why does everyone always want Dewey and Huey! I'm the who in diapers now!” The cameras focused on the crotch of the pajamas, which expanded as the duck peed and cried like the baby he seemed.


The pigeon approached with a smile and put the pacifier in the duck's mouth to silence his annoying whimpers. Despite everything, Louie had to keep crawling until he completed a lap on the catwalk and then wait on stage while the poll was conducted.


“And the results, to no one’s surprise, say the winner is Team Heroes!” the green raccoon announced, revealing the landslide vote onscreen.


Louie was sobbing, biting his pacifier in frustration, his legs shaking with a small, unsatisfied bean in his diaper. The pigeon, though, replaced the pacifier with a bottle. “On your way to the crib, loser.” he said with a big grin as he watched the duck awkwardly walk to Loser Jail to join his brothers.


“Well, the Duck brothers were a total bust.” Draxes said with his arms crossed. “But at least it was fun watching them get publicly humiliated.”


“Brother! You can’t say that about our friends.” Boyd said. Although he'd been watching Huey with great interest while the duck was humiliated, he enjoyed changing his diaper. "It's up to us to turn this situation around, beat those guys, and prevent any more moments of public humiliation for our friends and our team!"


Draxes shrugs; he'd only known the Ducks for a couple of hours. "I wasn't planning on losing anyway." Draxes then smirks at his brother. "Although I wouldn't mind seeing you with them, just keep your hands off Bluey."


“We both know that’s not going to happen. As robots, we have enhanced abilities; any normal person has no chance of beating us in fair combat or in tests of skill. That extends to video games.” Boyd said, trying not to sound arrogant, but honestly, he couldn’t see himself losing in a video game, especially a genre of his own choosing. “Just stand here and watch me.” Boyd walked onto the stage with a calm and confident expression.


While Team Heroes were debating who to send to represent them, the one who ultimately stepped up to play for the team was the leader, the mouse.


“In case you haven’t been paying attention, we’re at 0-3! Could the parrot boy in the yellow shirt possibly score his team’s first victory?” The raccoon said to heighten the crowd’s excitement as the digital die rolled until it stopped on a knife symbol. “Next round: Cooking Game!” He had already changed into his chef’s clothes.


"Take it!" The mouse jumped with his fist in the air.


The stage began to transform, looking much more like the Masterchef stage, only the knives, other utensils, and even the food had been replaced with plastic models. “To make this more interesting, participants will be playing in virtual reality, with safe items to interact with.” The raccoon said with a smile and then snapped his fingers.


Both players were given gloves, boots, and a wireless headset. They both put on the equipment and, upon turning on the headset, were transported to an Overcooked stage. The audience was made up of adorable little animals, and the kitchen was colorful and adorable. Of course, virtual reality was being transmitted to the screens.


“I just have to follow the recipes. Sounds simple.” Boyd said, awkwardly walking across the stage. Normally, he plugs directly into the VR; using the equipment is awkward.


“Oh! One more thing! Participants must improvise recipes!” The host announced. “Using video game logic, you have to do something for the virtual jury!” Three colorful raccoons appeared, each with different expressions.


“Well, that might complicate things…” The parrot admitted.


“Cooks ready?” The raccoon exclaimed into the microphone. “Turn on your stoves!”


The mouse wasted no time and gathered various ingredients: eggs, a sack of flour, a carton of milk, and sugar. “I’ll make a virtual cake so tempting it’ll make you hungry in real life!” The mouse did nothing more than put them in a virtual blender and turn it on.


Boyd was having trouble. “Why do my ingredients keep disappearing?” The robot parrot picked up a sack of flour, which is just a plastic bucket in reality, and when he tried to open the sack, the props were destroyed, causing errors in the game. “I think this system was bug.” He was trying to break the eggs and accidentally pulverized them.


Dewey, finally awake, wobbles and holds onto the bars to stay upright in his baby outfit. “Boyd! As an expert cook, I tell you! Don't break the eggs! Not like that!” The duck then saw the dragon, who smiled back. “Ahh~”


Huey crawled and struggled to his feet, his huge diaper making it difficult for him to move. “Boyd! Remember, this is video game logic! Just put them all in the blender!”


Boyd realized his mistake and hurried to do as Huey told him. “Okay, now preheat the oven…” The robot parrot approached the virtual oven, opened it, and, to everyone's surprise, one of his fingers opened, revealing a lighter, which he used to light the oven… which in real life set the props on fire! The fire spread quickly! “Oh, this is pretty realistic. I can feel the heat rising.”


“MY STAGE! WHAT THE HELL DID THIS BOY DO?!” The raccoon screamed in panic.


“I don’t think this is how you cook…” Draxes said, remembering the kitchen disasters he and Boyd had made before. “But I think we’re getting better.”


“BOYD! TAKE OFF YOUR VISOR!!” The Duck brothers shouted as they saw the fire grow.


Boyd took off his visor, dazzled by the fire for a moment, only to realize it was real! Not only was it real! His pants started to catch fire too! “GAAAHHHHHH!!” Multiple alerts popped up in his system, scaring the robot boy even more. “Get down and roll! ROLL!” Boyd remembered his scout lessons on how to put out fires, so he threw himself to the floor and started rolling… only the stage was carpeted, so now there was a real fire threat! “GAAAHHHHHH!!”


The mouse took off his visor and saw the fire. “GYAAHHHHH!!” He ran scared toward his team, who were also screaming in fear. There were several wet pants.


“Got it!!” Draxes extended both arms, his palms opened, and he began spraying large amounts of firefighting foam, extinguishing the flames in seconds.


Boyd stumbles off the stage, collapsing on the floor with his clothes burned except for his white underoos with a pink waistband and images of Rollo.exe and pink hearts all over them. The underoos didn't stay white for long, though, as Boyd had an oil leak.


The raccoon, whose pants were also wet after seeing the stage almost catch fire, glares at the gray parrot. "DISQUALIFIED AND PUNISHMENT TIME!" He pulled out a remote control and pressed the red button. A very serious red button!


Mechanical arms began cleaning the stage while others picked up Boyd. The parrot had a stunned face, his eyes flipping through a variety of emojis. At least until an additional hand grabbed Boyd's undies and lifted them to the sky!


"GYAAAHHHH!!" All the alerts went off in the robot boy's system, enough to warn him of another oil leak. “WEDGIEEE! WHY A WEDGIE?!” Boyd cried.


“It won’t just be a wedgie.” The raccoon assured him as a mechanical hand with a wooden paddle emerged and approached the parrot’s exposed rear end.


A well-aimed spank hit Boyd’s buttocks. “OWWW!” Hanging from his underoos, Boyd twirled around before receiving another smack. “YEAK!” It was a pretty impressive mix of flying wedgie and spanking. Even without the cameras, you can see Boyd’s tender butt turning red as motor oil drips down his legs. “DADDY! SOMEONE CALL MY DADDY! DADDYHHHH!!” Boyd cried.


“Oh! Of course I’ll call your father so he can pay for all the damages! My brother is lawyer will make sure that’s done!” The green raccoon stated as he increased the speed of the punishment, sending Boyd spinning at high speed.


Huey's face was red, watching Boyd's punishment intently. "I can't watch this!" He covered his eyes with his hands... only to then separate his fingers and continue watching. "It's so humiliating, I can feel the shame in my gut."


"I don't think you're feeling shame!" Dewey said, jumping up and down with both hands pressed against his butt. "Those silly but delicious nuts!"


Huey realized that what his stomach was feeling wasn't nervous, but the digestive-friendly nuts he'd brought for everyone. "Huuuuuhhh! No! This doesn't give a good impression on the new friends!" He said, thinking of Draxes.


"Draxes is watching!?" Dewey's face turned red in a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance that he couldn't explain. “Nooo!! I can't look like a submissive beta in front of him!”


Louie tried to cross his legs, but his diaper was so thick he couldn't even bring his knees together. “No! Not in front of everyone! Even if everyone is more focused on Boyd!”


Luckily for the audience, there were several cameras, so they could watch Boyd being punished while the Duck brothers squirmed until they couldn't hold it anymore, filling their diapers with loud noises and dazed looks. It was hard to tell if they were dismayed or if the release of that heavy weight was a relief.


“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” On the other hand, Team Heroes reveled in their opponents’ humiliation, so much so that they didn’t even care about their own wet pants. They laughed out loud as they headed to the restroom, wanting to take advantage of this unexpected time out to sort some things out.


“Those losers! They're nothing but beta bitches! I can't wait to finish off the last fool and make them all stay in diapers for the rest of the day!” The earth dragon said, quite confident in his victory after seeing how disastrous his opponents were.


“We should get some suppositories to use on them after our total victory!” The bunny suggested to his friends. “I bet they'll ejaculate uncontrollably!”


“Oh! I love that idea! We'll make them fill their diapers all day!” said the canine.


The five boys laughed, not noticing that Draxes had been listening to them. It was fun watching the ducks and their brother go through this. But he definitely wasn't going to be publicly humiliated! They'll fall so hard they won't be able to get up!


---


Boys's red bottom was wrapped in a Stitch diaper, and he was dressed in a Backyardigans T-shirt and a set of booties with fluffy mittens. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were also changed into clean diapers in front of everyone present at the tournament.


“And we're back!” The green raccoon said with a forced smile. “The tournament will continue despite this… disaster.” He glared at Boyd. “Now for what could be the last match of this round! But a special rule will be announced here!” The players and audience members looked at the announcer expectantly. “In cases of 0-4, the last member of the losing team may choose the game.”


The earth dragon crossed his arms with a scowl. “Pfft. Well, I guess it's only fair for winners to give losers a chance, especially with a loss like that.”


Draxes scratches the back of his neck with a casual smile. “I remember I was a joker or something like that for not having a clear preference in video games. I can choose anything?”


“That being the case, yeah, you can choose any game you want.” The raccoon said.


The dragon grins with sharp teeth. “In that case, I choose a virtual reality fight, a 1 vs 5 match. Just me against the five members of Team Heroes!” A hush fell over the room, everyone staring at Draxes as if he had gone mad.


“What?!” The earth dragon broke the silence, his jaw hanging loose. “You can't just call it all or nothing when you've already lost four times!”


Draxes shrugged. “They told me I could choose, I did.”


“Huh… give me a moment.” The raccoon used a small earpiece in his ear to communicate with the organizers of the video game tournament; this situation hadn't been anticipated. After a minute of silent discussion, the green raccoon announced the conclusion. “While it seems like a desperate measure for victory, the contestant must face five opponents at once. So this has been officially approved!”


“That's fucking unfair!” the mouse shouted, shaking his fists in the air.


“Hmph! Never mind! I'm the best at fighting games!” The canine said, slamming his fist into his palm. “I'll kick his scaly ass and turn him into a cheerleader!”


“Cheerleaders? I like that idea.” Draxes said with a sly grin.


The stage transformed once again; it was like watching the construction of a Street Fighter stage, a street that was probably inspired by modern-day Japan. There were even cherry blossoms flying and cardboard cutouts representing passersby.


The green raccoon was now dressed as Ryu. “Attention to the screen, players, because that's where your characters are!” He said as the six boys geared up with their gear, gloves, boots, and virtual reality headsets.


“Urgh, are these things new?” The pigeon asked, hating the idea of ​​using something used.


“Don't worry, we're 5 against 1, this fight will last one minute.” The canine said confidently.


“Hey, it’s my turn to humiliate one of these losers!” the earth dragon exclaimed.


While Team Heroes argued, Draxes selected his character in the game. Since there were no dragons, he selected a red lizard in a rocker outfit. That even allowed him to use his tail! Talk about good control adaptations!


Team Heroes surrounds Draxes, both on stage and in the game. “Everyone ready?” Asked the green raccoon, holding a drumstick and a gong. “Let the final battle begin!” He hits the gong so hard it makes him shudder.


The blue canine was the first to move, leaping toward Draxes to throw a punch. “You’re going down!” But suddenly, the dragon moved away from him. “What?!”


Draxes arrived in front of the ground dragon in a flash. “You wanted to be my opponent, right?”


“GYAH!!” The dragon looked more scared than ready for a battle. Then the red dragon delivered a powerful punch that sank into his stomach and caused his clothes to explode into pieces! “GOOOOUH!” The ground dragon was thrown off the stage, clad only in his Dragon Tales underoos, which he soaked completely.


The rest of Team Heroes stared in bewilderment at their downed teammate. Before they could react, Draxes was already behind the mouse. “You were the leader, right?” The mouse’s response was to wet his pants. “Well, it doesn’t really matter.” The robotic dragon kicked the mouse so hard in the rear that it knocked him out of his clothes!


“GYYYYAAAAAHHHH!!” The mouse flies with his Care Bear underoos, leaving a glowing trail behind him before landing on top of the ground dragon in a 69 pose.


The blue canine and the bunny tried to surprise the robotic dragon by attacking from both sides at the same time with a flying kick and a powerful punch. But Draxes extended his arms, holding both boys like nothing happened. The robotic dragon grins, and his upper body begins to spin at high speed like a tornado!


“BLUUURGBLRUUUUUGHHHHH!!” Both boys had goofy faces and lost looks as their clothes flew away from them, revealing they weren't wearing underwear, they were wearing diapers! The bunny has Hello Kitty diapers, and the blue canine was wearing MLP diapers! Both were already pretty wet! Then Draxes let them go. “GYAAAHHHHH!” The bunny crashed into a fence that keeps the audience away while the blue canine crashed into the big screen, flattening there.


Draxes grins, readjusting his body to normal. “Ha! You guys talked so much, but just look at you! You wear diapers like real babies without anyone forcing you! You're just beta losers asking to be dominated by real men!”


“He looks so cool when he humiliates others~” Dewey said with hearts in his eyes, not noticing that he was ejaculating in his diaper. “He's totally my type.”


The dragon turns dramatically and grins like a demon at his last remaining enemy. The pigeon's eyes were rolled back in his head, and his fancy pants were soaked with fear. Draxes takes a step toward him. “GEEEEK!!” The fear alone was enough to make the pigeon's clothes tear, leaving him in soaked pink Barbie panties. “WE GIVE UP! WE GIVE UP! PLEASE! DON'T HURT US! I'M SCARED! MOMMY! BRING MY MOMMY BACK!” The pigeon cried, kneeling in front of the dragon and bowing constantly, begging for mercy.


“...well, I think we have a winner.” The raccoon said, still reeling from what he had just seen. It was undoubtedly the most crushing victory in the history of the tournament.


“Draxes!!” Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Boyd emerged from the losers' jail, still dressed as babies, and rushed towards the dragon in a big hug for coming back from behind and securing victory for them.


“I know, I know, I'm the star of this team.” Draxes said with a smile as he received praise from the others. “And I think we already have the key to winning the tournament. You guys wear your cute padded butts, and when my turn comes, I'll get the win.”


“That's a great plan~” Dewey said, practically on top of the dragon.


“Yeahhh… no.” Huey said, his face red. “We had terrible bad luck just now. Now we'll play for real once we get these diapers off an-”


Boyd interrupted Huey. “We can't take these diapers off or go to the bathroom!” The parrot proclaimed, then covered his mouth as if the words had just come out on their own.


The Duck brothers looked at Boyd in confusion, but then Draxes understood. “Oh, right. When we made the bet, it was said that the losers had to keep their diapers and stay here until the end of the tournament, and you guys are losers.” Draxes grins mischievously.


“What? No! I mean, I guess we did! But that's not what we meant when we made the bet!” Louie tried to protest; he was so nervous he was wetting himself again.


“Oh, I don't think that's a problem. I have a great idea for our little beta losers here.” The dragon turned to look at Team Heroes. But he suddenly frowned. “Wait, no, there are only five of them. I need someone else for my plan.”


“Me! Me! ME! ME! PICK ME!” Dewey shouted with his hand raised, wanting the dragon's attention. “You can count on me to carry out your plan! Just name it and I'll do it!”


Draxes looked at the hyperactive duck and smiled. “Okay, let's put these losers' micro penises in diapers first, and then…”


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The tournament rounds proceeded without any major problems, with friendly games and few insults. And so the grand finale arrived, with the final game that would determine the winners.


Draxes took the stage, waving his arms in the air to all his fans. But before the game could begin, he needed the right motivation.


Then the members of Team Heroes lined up, led by Dewey. “Everyone ready!?” the duck said as he raised his pompom in the air. Yes, pompom, since Dewey was officially the leader of Draxes' personal cheerleaders!


The members of Team Heroes were forced to respond despite the humiliation. They all wore huge pink diapers, ridiculously small skirts, and tiny white tops. While Dewey wore a blue diaper and a sweatshirt for his position as leader.


Dewey twirled a baton in his hand. “Who are you?”


“WE ARE THE BETA BABIES~!!” The boys sang while dancing as best they could.


Dewey points at them with his cane. “And what are you guys?”


“We’re losers!” Team Heroes said as the audience continued to film them, even though they’ve performed this routine several times during the tournament.


“Why are you losers?!” Dewey asked, as if he wasn’t wearing diapers in public.


“Because the superior and dominant master Draxes defeated us effortlessly!” They began to wet their diapers; the memory of their humiliating defeat made them want to cry.


“That’s right! Don’t forget it!” Dewey said, dancing again with his cheerleading stick while the Team Heroes chanted that they were losers and Draxes was a champion. Then the end of the choreography arrived, and Dewey announced. “Now spell it!”


The blue canine turned around to show his padded ass to the audience, revealing a large red D. The bunny did the same, showing off an R. Next up was the pigeon, showing off his big butt with a huge A. Dewey got in line and showed off the cool X on his butt, because yes, it's the coolest part. The mouse shook his padded butt with an E, and the earth dragon finished by showing off an S on his diaper to finish spelling out "D-R-A-X-E-S!" They sang along while shaking their padded butts for everyone.


Draxes watched all this with a smile and winked at Dewey. "Thanks so much to my favorite cheerleader! This wouldn't be possible without your help!"


Dewey's heart jumped, and he passed out with hearts in his eyes and his wee wee filling the front of his diaper with cum, while Draxes won the tournament.






The end.