No matter how strong the Lopunny struggled...

Kicked, Punched, Turned.

The Stomach would retaliate stronger.

Gurgle, Slosh, and Churn.

Once the beast was finally tamed on the inside, turned into a thick slushy mush.

It would pump through the Witch's intestines, flowing like the blood it was very destined to fuel and create.

That which would remain after its process, would be nothing useful to the Hatterene.

Purged out the rear, with disgusting, yet such relieving sounds of Digested Lopunny finally getting its release.

Sploortch...
Flbrrrtch...
Phrrrrrrrmbft...

The crinkling sound of plastic padding beggining to expand and Balloon out, the hair unable to hide the pink tint of its user's likes.

Before drooping, as the logs disconnected from each other, falling to gravity itself and staining the diaper a Lopunny coloration.

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