I mean, if you're a giant living diapersuit mouse it's pretty much assumed that you live to be worn by someone, willing or unwilling. To be filled, stretched out, and feel the wearer wiggle and squirm as they try to hide their blushing cheeks from the embarrassment of being captured by a big crinkly mousie.

And it's obvious to everyone that a diapersuit mouse's favorite meal is a seal, because they know that all seals want to be naughty but try to hide it by acting tough. They 'ork ork!'ing at all the sealife all day just to prove themselves - how uncouth!

Oh, it's like a delicacy for a mouse, getting so excited merely in the presence of the seal, unable to resist squishing the poor pinniped under his heavy plasticy mass, letting his ears fill with deafening crinkles while greedy pink paws stuff the seal inside, letting him ork one last time before the zipper is sealed up finally, the muffled cries for help drowned out by the diapery rustles.

But that's only the start...oh yes...the diapersuit mousie has no intention of letting the seal out any time soon. Hugging himself, massaging his massive diaper, squeezing and kneading the seal's bladder until he just can't help himself and lets go in a torrent, making the mouse squeak so happily as he soaks and grows....each time becoming a poofier, tighter more blush-inducing crinkle-prison.

Seals - their main evolutionary disadvantage is that they look waaaaay too good in diapers <3