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>Fatty Hex Maniac challenges Calem to a battle
>Her bladder and bowels start acting up a bit and she has an accident mid-battle
>Doesn’t notice until the ground below her dress starts getting wet
>Panics and hikes up her dress, accidentally showing it off to Calem
>"Are we going to continue the battle or is your big butt gonna fudge your Huggies again?"
>Calem’s teasing continues as they fight again
>But it starts slowing down as Hexy sweeps with her last pokemon
>And suddenly Calem is whiting out as Hexy has a sinister look
>Calem wakes up confused in a small, disheveled house when he smells something gross
>Finds himself dressed up in a maid outfit and his briefs, and the outfit is too hard to get off himself
>Stomach hurts more and more as he walks around looking for a bathroom and the source of the smell
>Gets more and more rank no matter where he goes, even when backtracking
>He finally sees Hexy’s fat ass and begins to blame her for smelling so gross, joking that it smells like the fatty needs a diaper change
>But Hexy lifts her own dress to reveal her really messy diaper on her big fat butt, very much in need of a change
>She doesn’t even need to lift the skirt of Calem’s maid outfit to see how filled his panties are
>Calem panics as he didn’t even feel any of the times he messed himself
>Hexy leads him away to get changed, huffing and puffing before filling her diaper up a bit more
>She cleans him up and then pulls out a surprise
>It’s a large buttplug and she puts one of her diapers on Calem “just in case” when she knows that buttplug won’t do much
>Hexy’s turn to get changed is next, where she pauses for a moment after she beckons Calem nearer
>Grunting a little, she fills her diaper up a lot more
>Says the line, “Oopsie, looks like I fudged my Huggies again~”
>And when Calem proceeds with the change, Hexy locks her fat legs around him
>Calem’s face is smushed against her diaper and he gets an unexpected boner
>Flailing around to get out ends up making him clench his butt too much and he accidentally cums in the diaper
>A wave of calm washes over him, as if it was natural to orgasm in his diaper
>“I see you’re enjoying my ‘special’ pampers~”
>Calem finally changes Hexy’s big butt, nervously shifting as he opens her diaper
>Time-skip happens where Calem is closing up Hex’s diaper after a change
>His face is all done up in make-up, longer hair, cheery demeanor
>Shorter maid outfit that doesn’t hide his undies at all, not the bulge of the chastity cage or at the back of his panties
>Has to change himself as well, so he just puts on Hexy’s diaper after putting her in a new one
>Just putting it on makes him cum in his new diaper
>Seeing how well-trained he’s gotten, Hexy decides that he’s learned his lesson
>But Calem has been too accustomed to serving her
>Hexy has a full-time maid then
>Maybe dressing him up as a fairy-tale girl as well to compliment Hexy
>But the dress is way too short on him

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Gritting her teeth as she tried to hold on just a little longer to avoid having another accident so late in the evening, Katyusha’s cheeks began to turn red as she struggled to take each step toward the bathroom. She was moving forward inch by inch, but it felt like miles to her as she struggled to hold in her mess. It wasn’t her fault if Nonna told her to finish the stupid strategy maps by tonight! To think that she’d have the gall to threaten her commander with punishments, but it was those very same punishments that Katyusha feared currently. Poopy accidents had been a problem for her for the last while, not to mention all the mornings she woke up wet and rarely messy. Whether it was Nonna’s hand or a brush or a paddle, Katyusha had learned how much a reddened butt could sting throughout the day, and yet Nonna’s aggressive form of potty-training was met with wet and messy results. Still, the tall girl persisted, and Katyusha’s butt was just begging for release, unknowingly begging for more spankings as it finally gave in and let loose the beginning of her mess into her pajama shorts. Katyusha always hated the beginning of the yucky mess as it spread her cute little buttcheeks apart to let her shit end up in her panties, to push the material out as far as it could before the elasticity proved itself to be too strong and the mess curled up in her seat, expanding out and sagging down as she tried her very best to cut it off. It really felt like she had the continence of a toddler when it happened, although that was maybe giving herself a little too much credit. However, despite feeling so immature for ending up soiling herself, there was something about the relief of her ass finally emptying that she loved. Potty-training was still important in her head, but at least the accidents had the comfort of a big, poopy mess after so much desperation that made her relax and give her soiled panties a nice squish. A nice squish that coincided with her bedroom door flying open, allowing Katyusha to see a tall figure in the doorway, and for the tall figure to see her hand groping her poopy panties.
The sound of heavy boots hitting the wooden floor echoed throughout the room as Katyusha stood frozen in place, not daring to move despite having a hand planted and smushing the large mess in her shorts. Each footstep closer to her was cementing more and more of that fear of what Nonna would do to her in such a compromising position, but she still had enough will screaming at her to let go of her mess and pull her t-shirt down over it. It was an impossible gamble, but it was her last option in this situation to try and hide her mess. “G-good evening, Nonna. You’re a little early for my b-bedtime.”
With her face blank besides the slight furrow of her eyebrows, Nonna looks nowhere near the slight bit amused at what she saw when entering the room nor the pathetic attempt to cover it up before her. “I had come to check on how those maps for tomorrow were going, but it seems like something more urgent came up just now. So are you going to lift your shirt up and stop hiding it already, or am I going to have to do it myself?”
“O-oh my, you’re such a fiend for your c-commander, Nonna. Fine, I’ll show y-you what you want to see.” And just as ordered to do so, Katyusha lifted her shirt up but farther than she knew Nonna had wanted, turning her body around to show off her undeveloped chest and the small bra that protected it. “Hehe, so desperate to see your commander’s wonderful chest, huh. I can’t blame you, but no tou-”
“You know full well what I was talking about, and every minute I have to wait is another 20 spanks. Now drop the charade and turn around so I can see how badly you ruined your panties this time.” Crossing her arms, Nonna lightly tapped a finger as she watched the small girl’s face pale just a little at realizing the hopelessness of the situation, looking at every little movement as Katyusha turned around slowly. Of course, with the length of the shirt, Nonna still had to lift it a little to see how large exactly the mess was, using her free hand to pull open the back of Katyusha’s short and panties to see the damage. Just getting a whiff of the accident was bad enough, but Nonna felt the disgusted grimace on her face as she gave a glance inside, letting the waistband of the panties snap back against Katyusha. “I would think you’d have messes more befitting your size, but something like this even rivals a typical morning for me. Now, onto the more important part, I believe a certain someone tried to hide her accident from me. Do you know what that means?”
Eyes widening as she realized the gravity of the situation, Katyusha felt her body shake as her wrists were grabbed by Nonna, trying her best to struggle out of the situation physically and verbally. “Hey, p-putting hands on your c-c-commander like this is treason.”
“If this is treason, then I’ll make the most of it, especially for that backtalk.” Pulling out a nearby seat with her foot, Nonna pulled Katyusha over her lap and used one hand to restrain both of Katyusha’s arms while the now-free hand was raised up in the air. “Now, you had an accident, tried to hide it from me, and talked back as well. Is there anything else you want to say before I start spanking?”
“Y-y-yeah! Katyusha is your commander and does not need spa-EEP!” Although she had planned to order Nonna to not spank her by pulling rank, she had no choice but to believe that Nonna didn’t actually want to hear anything more as the spanking started. Her butt never stung as much as she expected it too, but it squished her mess deep into her asscrack and it made her pride sting with her icky smack. There was no way to even try to defend it with her hand, something that Nonna had adapted to by subduing her after she tried to shield her butt. All she was left to do was to whine or cry as her body recoiled with each hit her bottom, but Katyusha just gritted her teeth and endured as she knew that Nonna would just add more to her already sore butt.
Finally, after it felt like ages, the next hit she expected did not come and Katyusha opened her eyes as a different, grosser sensation was felt around her butt. “Does this feel good, Commander? Do you like having your waste rubbed against your rear? No, I bet you don’t, and yet you still persist in ruining your panties day after day. Maybe I’m still being too easy on you, but that’ll change tomorrow. For now, if you want a change before I put you to bed early, I want you to tell me why you should get one.”
With how Nonna set her up, Katyusha felt forced into a corner as she hated it when Nonna did this to her. It wasn’t like it was her choice to have all these accidents, whether it was day or night, but she was still getting punished for them and made to humiliate herself. “Well, I, um…” Why did she even deserve to be let off for constantly crapping herself? Knowing herself, she was just going to ruin her panties again tomorrow, as all this potty-training from Nonna had been ineffective so far, and she was going to get even more strict tomorrow. “I-if you’re going to be harder on me tomorrow, then m-maybe a little mercy for your commander tonight? I promise Katyusha will be a good girl tomorrow, I promise!” It felt terribly shameful to be begging like this, but she wanted to avoid having to sleep in such filled panties all throughout the night again. Last time it gave her a rash for a week and neither her common bedwetting nor the earned spankings helped it heal quickly.
“It’s hard to believe you’d fulfill on that promise with your track record so far, but I’ll be generous tonight. I have a bit of a headache.” Releasing the thin arms in her hand, she let Katyusha wiggle off her lap and take a few steps away, the little girl pulling her shirt down a little and straightening it out as if to regain any bit of a good appearance as she had before. “I’m feeling a little more tired than usual tonight, so take off your clothes while I get clean panties and your night clothes.” As the smaller of the two began to slowly slide off her shorts in-between glances back at her vice-commander, Nonna moved toward the closet, following the common routine of grabbing wet wipes and Katyusha’s pajamas. So many pairs of them were in the closet and the days when she didn’t strip the cold and sodden pajamas off of Katyusha were becoming fewer and fewer. Soon it might become daily unless Katyusha could get some sort of handle on her bowels and bladder, as daily as the times when Nonna was wiping the little girl’s rear, just as she was doing now. After so long, the motion was starting to become ingrained in Nonna as she slid the wet wipes between Katyusha’s cheeks until the petite loli butt was perfectly clean and ready for the new panties.
Katyusha lifted up her legs a couple of times to complete the change into her light pink frilly pajamas, the childish look of her attire matching not only her size but seemingly her continence as well. Even if she was tired, she still grumbled as Nonna led her over to her bed and began to tuck her in. “Isn’t it too early for a high schooler to go to bed? And a commander at that, I still have work to do.”
“Work that you can do in the morning after I make sure your bed is clean, or else your work will be delayed even more by my hand.” Although her words were harsh before, Nonna still kissed her commander before heading to leave, stopping for a moment as if to say something more, but all she said was, “Goodnight, Katyusha~”
“Goodnight, Nonna. See you in the morning.” With the lights being flipped off, Katyusha turned onto her side, letting the dark, quiet room lull her to sleep despite the very slight need of her bladder. It was late enough as it was and she had just gone potty, so she was fine for tonight, her thoughts then turning to the proud feeling of maybe Nonna wetting her bed instead of her.

A dulling feeling in her head, Katyusha opened her eyes to the mostly dimmed room, failing to focus on anything in particular as her eyes adjusted. As she blinked and rubbed her eyes, the daze faded away and allowed her to see her clock a half hour late for when Nonna usually gets her up. Oh no, that might mean she’d be late today, and Katyusha scrambled out of bed when she realized the result of sleeping so long. Her pajamas were soaked and one look at her bed showed the big, yellow stain that came of her nocturnal habits. “Not again…” There was no time to waste though as Katyusha stripped herself and her bundling, sorting out the laundry to be done in neat piles so that maybe Nonna wouldn’t be as mad at her. Her ass was already feeling too conscious of the punishment to come when her second-in-command arrived.
However, as Katyusha started to go through her morning duties, there was no sign of Nonna. Coming out of the shower, and no Nonna. Dressing herself up in her uniform, and no Nonna. Grabbing her bag and heading down the hall, and no Nonna. There wasn’t even a hint of the vice-commander in neither the hallways nor the cafeteria. Katyusha did wish Nonna was with her though as she finished her breakfast and headed down to her first class. The halls were nearly empty when she had figured out why, passing by a pair of girls talking about what to do since today was Saturday. Stopping alone in the corridor, she almost wanted to throw her bag down in a tantrum, but she did her best to calm down as she knew it upset her stomach, and when her stomach was upset… Well, while she shut that train of thought down, her next destination would have been her room, but the inevitable was coming. Her fast-walking to the nearest bathroom slowed to walking which slowed down more to holding her crotch with one hand and covering her rear with her bag as she inched nearer and nearer to the restroom.
It was always like this before the mess and Katyusha’s pace slowed to a crawl as she approached the bathroom door, ignoring the sign. Not crapping herself was more important than reading, especially as something was already trying to poke out, and she had to come to a stop to try and contain it before starting again towards a stall. However, as she finally got to one, it wouldn’t budge no matter how much pushed against it, all while something was pushing out of her rear. Her banging was amounting to nothing and Katy could feel the mess beginning to split apart her cheeks, her big lolibutt slowly letting out the mess into her panties, coiling up in her undies as the elastic of the waistband made sure it was pressed against her rear. To accompany the big mess, her thighs warmed up with wetness as her bladder gave up and piss ran down her legs while tears ran down her face. She could barely see the puddle forming at her feet, and she was sobbing too much that she didn’t even bother looking up to see why the door had opened. Only the hand rubbing her back alerted her to who was there, clearing her eyes to quite the surprising person.
“Ah, there, there, Commander, it’s alright.” The tall blonde rubbed her Commander’s back, softly cooing to her. “Just let it all out and I’ll get you cleaned up right away~” All it took was seeing that bush of blonde hair running down the hall and Klara had found just the girl she was looking for. Lifting up her commander’s skirt, she pulled back the waistband to check how much the little girl had ruined her panties. “Oh my, what is Nonna feeding you?

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Watching the maid hang up the last of the decorations in the backyard, Irisviel was impressed once again with her well her plans could go. The chairs were all set up, the altar was ready for Sella to officiate, and a few chairs were set up for this private affair. The only things missing were the bride and groom, or rather the brides in this case as Iri headed back into the house. Glancing in the kitchen, the wedding cake was done and towering on the counter, even if Sella was adamant about doing the baking completely herself this time. Such a lack of allowed interference made her want to pout a bit, but at least she was able to order the perfect cake toppers for the young brides: Two girls in magical girl outfits, one silver-haired dressed in pink while the other was raven-haired clad in blue.

Illya and Miyu would be dressed in something different for today, but speaking of the little girls, Iri knew at least one of them was probably still asleep despite it being past noon already. She really did spoil Illya quite a bit, but at least Chloe was entertaining Miyu for the time being while she and Sella had gotten the dresses ready. Heading up the stairs and rounding the corner to Illya’s room, she could see that Sella wasn’t far behind. Giving a little wave to the maid before she disappeared to check on Chloe and Miyu, Irisviel at least gave her daughter a little privacy, lightly knocking on her door a few times. “Illyaaaaa, time to wake up~” There wasn’t much time to wait though as Iri held herself back from barging on in, pausing a few moments instead before gently turning the door handle.

With the curtains drawn closed, a pale pink light encapsulated the room as Irisviel slipped in, replacing the door before heading over to the bed. It was hard to tell whether the scent in the room was lingering from Illya’s common changes or if something had happened once again during the night, but peeling off the thin blanket covering her easily answered that. There was so much to see that she was fawning over all of it, from how Illya softly sucked on her thumb to the dark patch on her bed and rear of her pink pajamas to the way said pajama bottoms bulged out quite a bit. A mess was more than obvious under her PJs even if Iri hadn’t smelled it already, the handheld game and half-drunk soda and scattered snacks setting the scene of a young girl that stayed up too late and forgot to ask for her night-night diaper. Sella was usually in charge of that, but Iri could let her go without a punishment this one time for how much she had been working on the wedding.

Irisviel softly lowered herself onto Illya’s bed so as not to disturb the sleeping girl, unable to stop the smile on her face as she watcher her daughter still suck her thumb even though she was already in the fifth grade. There was a lot that Illya did that was ill-befitting of a girl her age, the best evidence of that clinging to her butt, even if Iri loved her daughter’s accidents so much. And speaking of the devil while she softly stroked the beautiful silver hair, Illya’s face began to scrunch up while her legs brushed back and forth. Iri couldn’t stifle her giggle as she heard an all-too-familiar crackling, the cute little face blushing before turning to relief as the back of her pajama bottoms grew even larger and began to sag more towards the bed. Hissing swiftly accompanied it as she could hear Illya sigh out past her thumb, yet another display of how utterly adorable her daughter was but she couldn’t let the bride-to-be sleep in bed all day. “Wake up already, Honey. We have quite the long day ahead of us~” It felt so wrong to disturb the sleeping cutie, but Iri still shook Illya’s shoulder a little, her thumb partly slipping out of her mouth.

Her shoulder nudged a bit as she tried to sleep, Illya’s first response was a groggy, “Five more minutes, Sellaaaa…” Even her mother’s voice was lost on her as Iri continued to interrupt the young girl’s dreams. It pained her so much to bother Illya like this but, finally, she awoke with heavy eyelids that slowly blinked to decipher the silver-haired woman before her. There was long hair so it couldn’t be Leysritt, and Sella always kept her hair in a ponytail, so… “Mama!” Excitement filled the young girl as her body sprung forward to lie in her mother’s lap, the pair beaming grins at each other while Iri went back to stroking her hair.

However, caught up in her thrill, Illya was delayed for a few moments before feeling the wetness at her thighs and her hands bolted down to her crotch. “M-mama! I didn’t have an a-accident, I swear! It was, uh…” Looking around her room in a panic, there wasn’t much in the way of excusing herself out of an accident until she spied the bottle of soda. She was hoping the caffeine would keep her up longer to play the cool little tank game based off an anime she loved, and now she was hoping it could be her excuse. “I spilled some s-soda, yeah! I was just so sleepy and o-oopsie~” Trying to pull the wool over her mother’s eyes was definitely quite the challenge and Illya could only hope that Mama would buy it…

“Oh, if you only spilled cola, then I don’t need to change you. Right, Illya?~” It delighted Iri to see Illya tense up so easily at just the simple conclusion. Watching her look between her pajamas and her mother was too entertaining, the little girl struggling with telling the truth or keeping up her lie, even if it meant she’d be cleaning it up herself. The only other hope of hers would be Sella, and of course, Iri couldn’t let her daughter’s desperation end there. Sitting up off the bed, Irisviel began to head to the door, halfway there before she mentioned, “Oh, and I’ll tell Sella to wait on dressing you until you’re all cleaned up~” If she wasn’t a master of teasing, Iri might’ve broken down laughing already, but this meant she could savor how Illya scrunched up her bedsheet in her hands, the hopelessness of not getting a change way too easy to read on her face.

Her tensed shoulders sagging, Illya sighed out in defeat as she was backed into too much of a corner. Wiggling her butt was a good example of how soaked her bed and pajamas were, not to mention the big bulge clinging to her rear. “F-fine… I didn’t spill the soda. I just forgot to ask you or Sella to put me in a diaper last night. Sorry, Mama…” Hanging her head a little, Illya couldn’t help but feel bad for trying to lie to her mother, but she certainly didn’t expect Iri to finally break her teasing.

Iri calmed down her laughing as well as she could while heading right back to the bed, hooking her hands under Illya’s arms to raise her up in the air, droplets of pee dripping off the thin dangling legs. “You don’t need to apologize, I’ll let this time slide since it’s such a special day today. Sella or I would have had to dress you up anyways for the wedding~” Moving her toward the edge of the bed, she set Illya down, her little butt squishing down on top of the big mess in her pajamas. Laying her on her back, Illya’s legs went right away to idly kicking over the edge as Iri grabbed wet wipes and a small plastic waste bag.

With her mother walking away, it gave Illya a chance to process what she said. She was still a little hazy from having woken up only a few minutes ago, but one word stuck in her mind: ‘Wedding’. “E-e-ehhhhhh?!? B-but I thought that was only a joke, Mama! There’s no way Miyu would agree to it…” The thought of the wedding was just something silly Iri had suggested, and Illya thought that only went so far as to make her and Miyu blush.

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Wrapped in a familiar warmth, the small silver-haired girl squeezed the older, silver-haired woman’s body as tightly as she could, naked bodies pressed together as she nuzzled her face in the well-endowed chest. She had been met with coldness so often before deep into her winter castle, but something was blooming deep within her, growing hotter as it spread through her, reaching as far as her ankles and around her petite chest. It didn’t encompass all of her body, but it clung to her while her body shifted against another force. Even with something damp was pulling her away, she tried to hold onto the mature body, burying her face into the soft pillowy breasts. Her face scrunched up while she whimpered, still struggling despite an emptying feeling that was beginning to overtake her. The warmth was still there around her but began to dull with the sound of squishing from her wriggling to stay as close to the body as she could. There was no way she could ever want to let that go, never again if she could, and yet a dull light was beginning to consume her.

With her head feeling fuzzy, the little girl felt a little wetness on her face as her heavy eyes manage to open up to the almost-dark room, light barely filtering through her curtains. Something about her dream made her long for sleep again, if only she could remember exactly what had happened. That familiar warmth was something she wished she could be enveloped by again, but instead, a familiar cold ruined the sheets below her. Pulling her covers off of her revealed what Illya had already expected, and a good bit worse. Wetting the bed had become decently commonplace for her more recently, but the shitty mess that clung to her panties was nowhere near as common, yet it was the third time this week it had happened. Illya found her underwear used as her nocturnal bathroom whenever she had a particular dream, leaving her with wet sheets and a wet purple nightie that stuck to her back.

This was certainly not a very good start for the day, and as she was about to call for her maids, Illya hesitated. Sella had previously mentioned something about not letting this happen again, especially so soon, an obscure punishment that made Illya feel childish even if she was the head of the household. No matter how dominant she tried to act, Sella could be scary with her forcefulness. Getting out of her gross icky sheets, Illya landed on the floor with a soft thud, heading towards her closet for a change of clothes. The sheets were bad enough, but if Sella found her in poopy panties…

That train of thought was cut short though by the blaring of something behind her and Illya turned around to see her alarm clock going off. “Oh no…” Rushing back over to her bed, Illya’s footsteps were overshadowed by the sound of someone calling her name out while she fiddled with the clock. She hadn’t even realized it was almost time for her to normally wake up, or specifically when her maids came to take care of her in the morning. “Come on, come on, come on!” Damn this annoying alarm clock, but as she finally got it silenced, Illya remembered her problem from before and her hands slipped under her nightie. It was a moment too late though as while the little girl began to remove her soiled underwear, the clearing of a throat behind her made her pause, turning her head around to see a pair of maids. “S-Sella, I… I c-can explain…”

Any explanations would fall on deaf ears though as the homunculus maid appeared unamused, while her partner was her usual lackadaisical self standing behind her. “You can explain why you used your underwear as a toilet again, hmm? Young Mistress, how can you be the head of the family when you can’t even manage to keep the bed dry.” Sella’s harshness was always wonderful at crashing the reality of such a problem down on Illya, and Leysritt’s chirping in didn’t help. “Hey, hey, don’t you want to keep the bed clean? “

“Of course I do! I’m just having… s-some trouble! That’s all! I will definitely keep my bed clean tomorrow.” Even as she said that, Illya still doubted herself and could feel the worry showing on her face. She had been saying the same thing multiple nights in the last few weeks and yet here she was, her poopy panties and wet sheets caught red-handed.

Sella had prepared though and was a step ahead as she snapped her fingers, Leysritt emerging from behind her with a purple… what even was that plastic thing in her hands? “As your teacher and caretaker, I will personally be making sure you can keep your bed clean at night, starting with getting you acquainted with potty-training again.” Taking the plastic whatever it was from Liz, Sella began to head over to Illya as she issued another command. “Liz, go get the supplies for after I’m done with Illya and actually hurry for once. Illya will need as much time as she can to get used to them.” Yet another vague command of the maid’s, and Leysritt gave a small salute before heading out with her footsteps growing quieter down the hall.

There was this eeriness of whatever the thing was that Sella held in her hands, as Illya couldn’t tell what it was from outside. It looked like a bowl of sorts fitting for an animal, but more ovular and taller. The design only made more sense when Sella came over to her and dropped it at her feet, the inside rim helping to better make sense of its function. “S-Sella… that isn’t…” Surely her maid wasn’t serious, using one of those things was such a shameful display, especially at her age and as the head of her family.

“You shall be using that to make sure everything is out, my Lady. Liz will be back soon enough and I’m not interested in changing any more of your soiled panties since you seem to lack the ability to make it to the restroom.” Without a word, Sella attended to her mistress and moved behind her, the partway-down poopy panties removed completely as she helped Illya out of them. All that remained was her purple nightie, an ironic match of color, yet that damp cloth was removed to leave Illya in nothing.

As much as she hated to admit it, Sella did have a point about her accidents and Illya begrudgingly lowered hersef down onto the small purple toilet, taking deep breaths to relieve herself of her humiliation as she attempted to relieve something else. Having gone potty in her sleep had already emptied herself out a bit, although it didn’t take long for the soil of tinkling to echo out of the shallow bowl. Never before had she felt such shame than she did at this moment as stopped peeing, shaking out the remainder before standing up again. “Th-there, I’m done. Can you please get me some clean panties now, Sella?”

Peering into the portable potty, Sella could already see the lack of a certain something in it. “Hold on there, I thought I said you needed to make sure everything was out, Mistress, and I mean everything. Please, just try your best and this will be over soon.” Sighing out as she went right back on her plastic throne, Illya pouted a bit as she couldn’t just get this done with already. It was obvious what Sella was wanting her to do, despite her usual warnings for her to act more ladylike. Whatever could be more ladylike than shitting in a training toilet in front of her maid. “F-fine, just… turn around and I’ll do it. And you better not listen, Sella!” Her maid was quick to face the other way as it was getting what she wanted and Illya could swear that she had to be smirking.

Urinating hadn’t been too tough, but this was another level of embarrassment for her as Illya did her better to push. Nothing was really coming out at first besides a little more pee, so Illya really had to scrunch her face. Focusing on her abdomen was the best she could do while gripping her petite thighs, until… Just the start of her first load burst out of her so quickly that a resounding splat echoed out of the toilet, loud enough that Illya was afraid that she should’ve made Sella leave the room instead. There was no going back now though as a decently thick log of shit stretched her little anus and joined more and more of the mess in the potty. Probably the worst part of this disgusting little toilet was the echo that emphasized the noisy, unladylike sounds that sputtered from between her little loli buttcheeks. Finally, after a few minutes overall, Illya was able to more accurately say, “You can uncover your ears now, Sella. I’m done using the potty, you can even check it yourself.”

Illya was sure that Sella was just playing up the act of covering her ears by how quickly her maid responded. “Ah, good, and I think I can hear Leys coming down the hall now. Let me just get this out of your way.” Collecting the toilet from underneath her Mistress and planting it on the nightstand next to Illya’s soiled clothes from before, Leys was just on time as the lazier maid shuffled over to the head maid to deliver a package that Illya couldn’t stop staring at, among other supplied. Such as the small mat that Sella rolled out before Illya, planting down next to it the wet wipes and the teal-and-yellow package that mocked her. “We’re almost done, but I thought it wise to take some precautions, especially since you do not seem to be free from the burden of your bladder during the day either. I’m sure working on some potty-training might help, but one must take baby-steps.”

“Yeah, come on, put on the babypants for your baby-steps, Illya. Sella says you really need them.” Hearing not only the teasing from Sella but Leysritt too only made Illya’s face blush harder, and the naked little girl stomped her foot on the ground. “Sella! I don’t want to wear those! I want to wear my panties, not a diaper!” Illya quivered with anger at the suggestion of having to wear such an infantile undergarment during her daily routines. However, what frustrated her more was realizing that they might actually be able to provide some protection for her throughout the day. She hadn’t been too bad recently, but there were countless close calls and a few times that Sella had to remove her soaked panties.

The dead-serious stare from her maid showed that despite being the mistress that Illya’s opinion was not going to be considered in this case. Sella could usually be such a pushover, why did she have to be such a hardass when it came to the toilet… “I just, uh… F-fine! You win, I’ll wear the stupid diaper, but I’m not going to use it!” As Illya laid down on the rolled-out changing mat, she couldn’t help but sulk as Sella wiped up her butt from using the training toilet before. The change was pretty quick since all Sella needed to do was slide the thin diaper under the big loli butt and rub some powder on it, the tapes stretching around her petite waist to attach onto the wings, and a couple of pats on the front signaled that the change was complete.

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Waddling off the ramp of the plane, Vert pulled up the back of her jeans as the waistband sagged low from the weight within. The waistband of her diaper didn’t sag though even if the rear did after she finally arrived in Lowee. Flights always took a lot out of her, more so when she didn’t have Chika around to change her, but a small layover in Lastation helped to keep her pants intact during her trip. She had come close to splitting after a few of her usually-large messes, and she was only up to two in her current diaper, not needing a change just yet. However, as she hefted one leg in front of the other with her luggage being pulled behind her, she didn’t even make it to the entrance of the airport before letting go of her bag as she had to stop for a quick break. With her hands on her knees, Vert huffed and puffed to catch her breath before she took a different kind of load off, her face turning red while whispering and gawking started up around her. “Hnnnnngh, pheeew~” Sighing out in relief, it was accompanied by the sounds of crackling and squelches as the waistband of her pants got a little lower.

Adjusting the waistband once again, Vert grabbed her suitcase once more and continued shuffling through the airport, her diaper loudly squishing the whole time until she felt a warmth coming down her leg. A small puddle was starting below her feet as she didn’t even feel herself peeing, a more and more common incident for her and her pants. Looking around to see how much had gotten on the floor and had trailed behind her, it was plain for Vert to see that she was causing a show already with her loaded diaper showing over her wet pants, meaning she didn’t have much more to lose. This wasn’t her nation anyways is what she was thinking as she strained to maneuver her stomach to get access to her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them to slide down to her cankles.

Stepping out of her pants, Vert giggled at the gasps from others in the airport while she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a plastic bag, some wet wipes, and a pair of green panties. Blanc always complained about her going to the Lowee basilicom in a messy diaper, or really just in diapers in general. So what if a goddess wearing diapers was a bad example for her little sisters, padding was just so adorable on the twins, but Vert couldn’t deny how charming it was for two young girls to be tugging on her dress as they asked for a change. Speaking of a change, it was always hard to so without Chika being there to assist her but she was getting better at reaching around her body. Flexibility used to be lost on her with such a sedentary lifestyle as gaming was, but now she was able to clean her own butt even if she couldn’t reach her toes too well yet. She was able to reach her pants though and a quick text was sent for someone to pick her up from the airport, giving her more than enough time to put on new underwear.

Such a good window of time was nice to do a better change as she positioned the bag between her legs, squatting down as she undid the tapes and the heavily-used diaper splatted right into the middle of it. Lifting up her belly, she managed to clean up her dick and a big of her undercarriage, wipe after wipe falling down on top of the soiled padding. Her chubby fingers then slid the toilette between her big ass cheeks, resisting the pleasureful urge of cleaning around her anus. It wasn’t like she was at home and had all the time in the world to play with herself, especially as a quick glance at the time table in the airport reminded her of the time limit. Sprucing up the remainder that she could reach, Vert leaned over as much as her large stomach would let her and lifted up her hefty thighs to slide up the jade underwear.

Clad only in her panties and shirt, Vert switched out her soaked pants for a pair of jeans, also grabbing a coat as the cold Lowee air swept into the airport to make her heavy body jiggle from shivering. All this bending over would’ve been disastrous for her if she hadn’t already blown out her diaper quite a bit, but Vert buttoned up her shorts under the weight of her muffin-top before pulling on the coat, dark green with black fur to match one of her more favorite HDD outfits. Clean-up was much easier with the bag and nearby trashcans, although she had to drag the bag full of wet wipes and her diaper, leaving it for someone more capable to lift before heading out of the airport with her luggage.

She had only gotten smaller breezes of it before while changing in the airport, but the sudden gust

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Taking a big gulp, Illya took a deep breath with Ruby in one hand and the class card in the other. A glance to her side confirmed that Miyu had the same set-up, kaleidostick in one hand and a berserker class card in the other, just her raven-haired friend wielding Sapphire instead. Their sticks were awfully quiet today but she and Miyu nodded to each other as they shouted, “Install” in unison before pressing the twin berserker cards down at their feet. Light quickly enveloped the pair and Illya could feel her magical circle rise up around her, the power quickly flowing into it and then into her.

Twelve layers of strength stacked on each other, from the heart of a lion to the strength of a bull to the courage to brave the land of the dead. There was only a single servant that she could have evoked and the large slab of rock that replaced Ruby in her hand was proof of that. Her ponytail whipped from side to side as the air around her cleared, the heroic aura of the strongest servant portrayed by the armored short skirt over the long skirt that went down to her ankles while her petite chest was scantily covered by a tied piece of cloth. The bands around her wrists and ankles settled down and Illya couldn’t believe how absolutely powerful her body felt, and she was in complete control of…

Groaning in great discomfort, some divine being had to have been watching over her as Illya was infinitely lucky that her panties transferred over to the install. If not… well, her red face scrunching and cringing at the feeling of her big butt parting was more than enough for her to be glad to prevent such disgusting damage to the ground. Illya didn’t have the best control of her bladder or bowels, especially at night, but the burden of this heroic spirit was too much for her and her body was rejecting it in its own fashion. Rin and Luvia had already warned her about possible rejection after how Chloe manifested from the archer class card, so Illya knew she had to hold out while her body adjusted, while her magic circuits got used to such a strain. Of all the classes, berserker’s madness enhancement was a terrifying gamble that was a dangerous trump card if pulled off right.

And as Illya kept filling up her panties, feeling her tight asshole spread for the monstrous mess pouring out of her, her bladder couldn’t handle the strain anymore and her piss splashed on the floor at her feet, running in different directions as the puddle grew over the magical circle. She had winced before when Rin had mentioned blood rituals, but pee was quite a different matter as she struggled to keep standing. There was time still for her to keep from losing her mind to the madness enhancement, even one as decently strong as this servant’s, but Illya’s body was taking quite the beating already for endurance as her body felt heavy and so did her panties. If only she could stay this way a little longer… More practice was absolutely needed for her to master this, but she had to revert for now.

The loss of such strength made Illya long for the wonderfully familiar feeling of it as if that servant was the perfect match for her, but the burden was more relieving than the mess that squished in the back of her panties. For her to have such a terrible accident in her panties, Illya’s face was red again, and not because her body was pushing out another mess. Rather, it seemed that despite having different clothes with the card installed, she had quite the fun surprise sagging down the back of her white shorts. “Ew ew ew ew ewwwww!” Of all the days to have an accident in her panties, of course, it had to be when she was experimenting with the class cards with Miyu and the others.

Speaking of, Illya nervously giggled to her friend over the silliness of what happened, her blush fading as she saw Miyu looking down, the hem of her skirt bundled in her palms. “Eh, Miyu? What happened, are you alright?” Concern over her best friend flooded Illya faster than she had flooded her panties before, taking a few steps towards her before softly rubbing her back. The class card on the floor and the pair of kaleidosticks quietly floating to the side told her all that needed to be said, for even Ruby wasn’t joking around. “It’s okay, Miyu. Rin and Luvia told us that one of our cards might have been a dud. One still works though, so you can use mine~” It was a shame that they both couldn’t have separate cards, but at least one working was better than none, something that Miyu seemed to agree with since she lifted her head back up while holding off some sniffling.

“Yeah, I guess, but…” A small flick of her head redirected the attention to the pair of girls with their hands locked together, the blonde and brunette trying to overpower each other made it look like the ground was ready to crack below them from the pressure. At least Luvia had her butler to clean up the mess, but neither of the magical girls really wanted to see such a fight break out when Luvia was so kindly allowing them to test the card install in the training area of her mansion. With no consideration of where they were, It was the usual fight of red versus blue, a common sight for the two little girls as they watched their magical girl seniors duke it out once again. “Do you think we should stop them? I would rather not have to attend to my Mistress in a cast tonight.”

Looking over again, Illya hesitated as she watched the pair’s aura flare out, pillars of red and blue grappling with each other. “Ehehe, maybe we should leave them alone, especially since…” Touching a hand to the back of her shorts, Illya could already feel the dampness from both her wet accident and the poopiness seeping through. It wasn’t like anything back there was actually leaking, but Sella was going to have her work cut out for her with how bad the stain was going to be. Her poor shorts might not even survive the trip back home if she was squishing in them the whole time unless she got some help. “Hey, Miyu, um… how bad is it back there?...” Turning her back to her friend, Illya leaned forward slightly while lifting her shirt a little, giving off a solid view of the mushy mess in the back of her shorts.

Even just that tilt caused the stain to worsen a bit and Miyu had trouble admitting how obvious the stain was becoming at this point. Poor Illya could really poop her panties quite a lot, having to have that disgusting, squishy, mushy, warm, comfy… E-eh?! Shaking her head to toss out that odd train of thought, Miyu knew she had to be a good friend and help Illya change her panties, but an odd feeling pushed her to do a certain something that she had never even thought of when confronted with similar situations. “You really do need a change, Illya, but I have to confirm how bad it is.” Hooking her finger inside the waistband, she pulled out the back of Illya’s shorts, her eyes widening to see how badly Illya had gone poopy. Her white shorts were bad enough but the back of those panties would be more brown than purple after this incident.

Although she wasn’t a stranger to having her underwear check, Illya was used to it from her Mama or rarely Sella, but certainly not Miyu. The stoic girl never seemed to have any interest in something so embarrassing, the usual being uneasy or a lack of a reaction. “Ehh, M-Miyu? What are you doing, don’t check my panties!” The light blush on her face was quickly followed by Illya pulling away, the back of her waistband snapping against her. “At least warn me first… do you agree that it’s enough for a change? I don’t want to go back to Sella with poopy panties… again…” She was already back in padding during the night, having to start wearing pull-ups would be terrible, even if Illya couldn’t call the feeling in the back of her panties bad.

Illya was caught off guard a bit more with hearing the rare giggle of Miyu before she was taken by the hand. “Fine, fine, I have some panties upstairs you can borrow. Hopefully, you won’t mind wearing my underwear, but I think Miss Luvia’s would be too big on either of us.” Although she tried to pay attention to exactly where they were going, a maze was simpler to navigate to Illya than Luvia’s mansion, and yet Miyu had the perfect sense of direction within it. That was the difference between a maid and a stranger, made further apparent as they finally arrived Miyu’s room and Illya was led inside to be laid down to on the bed with her stinky mess squishing under her. “Please wait a moment while I get some supplies.”

A quick disappearance into the bathroom for towelettes was followed up by Miyu rooting through her drawers, pulling out a pair of orchid panties before returning as the pottypants interjected. “Are wipes r-really necessary? I didn’t poop myself that bad, did?...” And Illya’s question was answered by Miyu simply pulling off her shorts and turning them around. She hadn’t even considered what sitting in her mess would do before it was shown off to her now, the brown stain way too obvious and Illya knew that she’d end up borrowing more than just panties after that. At least Miyu made pretty quick work of her stinky butt, skillfully using wipe after wipe with precision even if Illya felt a little tickled between her cheeks. Of course, there was no way Miyu was doing that on purpose, she just wanted to make sure every part was clean, especially the part that had filled up her panties before. “Isn’t that good enough now? Even Sella doesn’t go that far.”

It took a few moments as Miyu kept going for her to snap out of whatever trance she was in before, quickly discarding the last wipe. “Please forgive me for that, I, um… Miss Luvia has me make sure things are spotless, it was c-certainly nothing else.” Miyu had to blink out her surprise with how caught up she had gotten before, and as she moved to cover Illya’s crotch with the change of panties, her face flushed as she had been too caught up to realize the gravity of what she was doing. This wasn’t the first time she had helped her friend clean up, but there was something different about this time, something stiffer as Miyu bit her lip. No, she couldn’t, those thoughts were dangerous despite the tightness of her panties saying otherwise. She was cleaning up Illya’s crotch and Miyu tossed that pair of panties towards Illya before rushing over to get her a skirt as well. “Th-there you go! You don’t need me to dress you, so I’ll just toss these out quickly.”

Once more, Illya was left alone in Miyu’s room while the bag of soiled wet wipes was getting tossed away by Miyu. Her borrowed panties felt pretty comfortable though as Illya slipped the underwear and skirt on. Luvia’s wealth certainly leaked into the quality of the clothes, and although she wished she didn’t have to, Illya would have to make sure to return these without any accidents in them. Dusting herself off, Miyu returned just in time for Illya to remember something important. “I’ll make sure to bring these back, but do you think I could get my panties, please? Oh wait, then Sella will see them… hmmm.” It kind of ruined the point of her not wanting Sella to see her ruined underwear, her wearing a skirt instead of shorts was already going to be troublesome enough to sneak in with.

Miyu wasn’t done saving Illya yet though as she turned to the silver-haired girl’s contemplation. “If you’re that afraid, why not just leave the panties here? I’m sure Sella wouldn’t notice if I washed them for you, and Miss Luvia would likely have me doing the laundry anyway.” Picking up the pair of panties, Miyu grit her teeth as she resisted the impulse to bring them closer to her face, her mind just a touch hazy at the thought of holding Illya’s dirty panties. She had to shake her head out of it though as her guest was still with her. “Well, while I go wash these, do you remember the way back out? I’m sure you should get home soon enough before Sella questions you.”

Receiving a slight nod in response, Miyu joined Illya at her bedroom door to watch her head down the hall, but instead of following suit towards the bathroom, the bedroom softly clicked. Unable to hold back her heavy breathing and giggling, the little girl’s panties slid down her petite legs and hit the floor. Underwearless, she used her fingers to stretch out Illya poopy panties and lowered them down, her leg shaking as she lifted her up her foot towards it…

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Scrunching her face as she felt herself slipping out of sleep, the small shaking of her bed could no doubt be someone climbing into it with her, a common annoyance as Illya softly crinkled while adjusting herself. “Heeey, stop it, Chloe. Go to sleep in your own bed…” Illya had more than enough trouble when Chloe decided to have unprotected fun in her bed, sometimes not even staying around long enough for Sella to see that it was the darker-skinned girl rather than Illya who soiled the bed.

Chloe was acting especially weird this morning though since Illya found herself pinned under the other little girl. Her little sister was usually louder than just a quiet giggle though, but it wasn’t until Illya found something drip on her face. Something… sticky…? Opening her eyes to the odd awakening, it took Illya a moment to realize what she was seeing as quite the large purple and brown bulge was right in her face. Looking around, Illya easily recognized that the girl above her wasn’t anyone that lived here, but rather…

“Hehehe, good morning, Illya~” On her hands and knees over Illya on the bed, a certain raven-haired little girl let an all-too-familiar pair of shitty panties dangle over her best friend’s face. Not only that, but the front was especially dark as a sticky fluid dripped from the small bulge, as well as the front being webbed with something silvery. “I hope you’ve been enjoying my panties since I hope you’re seeing how much I’ve enjoyed yours. Hopefully, you won’t mind if I make them even better~” Right as she finished speaking, something else started to talk after Miyu gave a small shake of her butt.

Of all the morning for her to manage to stay dry, Illya’s pull-up was tightening as she heard the tone in Miyu’s voice. That usual stoicism dropped as Miyu sounded so naughty, and sounded so squishy as well as all the mess that Illya had pooped out the day before was growing closer to her face. Miyu wasn’t moving though, and Illya couldn’t control her lower body as Miyu’s hand rubbed and crinkled her the padding through her covers, somehow able to easily target her own minuscule bulge within. “Ungh, but w-why… what are you going to… d-do…”

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“Set Harmonics!”

Attention distracted from fighting the noise before her, the thick fluff of orange hair turned to watch the rainbow-colored tornado that erupted from the piston-driven gauntlet. Her heart just wouldn’t slow down as the all-too-familiar song scared the shit out of her, although it seemed to literally cause that effect to the three other wielders with her. The karma noise was swallowed up by the multi-colored wind and carbonized, disappearing with the rest of the crowd of regular noise. No matter how many times she saw the three girls fight like this, Kanade just couldn’t calm down at hearing Tsubasa’s voice sing that particular song. An expectation of a repeat of that day kept her unnerved even after the battle was over, but it wasn’t only the superb song that bothered her.

Kanade didn’t know if it was a result of the pressure from their stronger symphogears since there were similar after-effects whether they used their ignite modules or S2CA, but her eyes were drawn to the messes hanging off of their butts. Although she knew that her Tsubasa and herself often had trouble holding it in after a mission, there was still a little disbelief that not only was this alternate Tsubasa so easily able to have an accident in her panties from such powerful techniques but also that she had accidents so large. The thought of phonic gain coinciding with messing size was odd but made sense since she herself knew the difference of effects from when she did and did not take LiNKER.

It was more obvious to tell when they got back and not only was Tsubasa’s mess bulging out from under her dress as Kanade used to see when her Tsubasa was still around, but Maria’s pants were loaded enough to leak down the back of the thighs and, uh… Jeez, how was Tachibana able to walk around with her panties sagging to her knees. Kanade would be walking bow-legged if she had to carry around a mess like that, but her mess being the largest was probably due to how S2CA was explained to her since she had to shoulder all of that burden. Still, it was as if all three girls having accidents mid-battle was nothing to them, although Tsubasa’s voice broke her train of thought. “Huh, what was that again?”

Reassuring Maria’s worried curiosity with a wave that it was okay for her to go on with Tachibana, Tsubasa was left with the alternate dimension’s counterpart of her former partner. She had to resist the wistfulness of the moment though since Kanade always seemed to keep up some wall away from her, the fact that she drifted behind the others while at the base. “I was asking if you wanted to walk with us instead of behind us but are you alright, Kanade? You’ve been trailing after our battles recently and I was wondering if something was wrong.”

Softly groaning to herself as she saw that look on Tsubasa’s face, it really tugged at her feelings even when she tried to remember that this wasn’t her Tsubasa. The face was the same and so many mannerisms as well, but those similarities of a Tsubasa that wasn’t her partner only gave her more reason to not get too close. “Oh uh, nothing’s been bothering. Maybe I’m just tired from the recent battle and need to lie down.” Although as she started to turn away from Tsubasa, Kanade’s hand recoiled away from an all-too-familiar warmth that tried to grip her hands. “Jeez, what do you think you’re doing?”

Yet again, Tsubasa’s attempt to get closer again to Kanade failed and the wall between them felt more apparent. Still, she had to try as much as she could and there was something that her Kanade would never dream of denying her. Even on the day of the concert, Kanade made sure her nervous messy butt had clean panties on before the show. “I... I was going to ask if you might be interested in helping me clean up. Maria and Tachibana have a lot to deal with themselves, a-and my Kanade always enjoyed helping me out with this.” Kanade always did enjoy teasing her about her messy underwear and messy room, a somber nostalgia nipping at her until this Kanade made her do a double-take.

“Don’t forget that I’m not your Kanade, just as you’re not my Tsubasa. I’m sure the other wielders would be more than happy to change your panties.” A mix of emotions was brewing inside Kanade as she quickly stalked away from Tsubasa, her face burning red and leaving on that sour note for them both while she headed towards her room. God, she couldn’t even look at Tsubasa’s face before she left and although her heart was aching, Kanade ended up rounding a corner and leaned against the wall as something else was aching.

Her words betrayed more than just her heart though as Kanade couldn’t shake off what Tsubasa said. It had felt like forever since she had been last asked to help with a change and the front of her shorts started to bulge out at just the memory of Tsubasa lying down with her poopy panties on display. But that was her Tsubasa and not the one who just asked her, and yet… Shaking off those thoughts, Kanade kept on going back to her room

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Crawling through the warm vents of the compound, this should have been a normal, easy mission for her, and yet for Sheva Alomar, this was her most humiliating one yet. So what if the target, a South African warlord, she had been hunting for months now had escaped a few times because stake-outs went too long to the point that nature called too much. It wasn’t her fault that her bladder had given in a few times, although to think she’d have diarrhea on her last mission… That led to the unfortunate circumstance that Sheva was in now as she pushed forward through the vent, crinkling all along the way.

To think the BSAA would actually make her wear a diaper on this mission, although such a condition was the only way she’d be allowed to stay on the assignment. Pissing away and soiling previous opportunities had put her in this position, quite literally too, but she was going to put the target down this time. She just had to, especially to prove that she was still competent enough to complete her work. The diaper only made it tougher though since she had to keep this thing dry while getting in position.

At least she was able to get out of the vent now, lowering her Dragunov down before climbing out of it herself. Good thing her intel was right and this part of the facility was vacant for the time being, although she had at most ten minutes to get this done. That was more than enough time for her, even if the thickness of this diaper inhibited her crouching. Her movement was more akin to waddling like this as closing her legs was pretty tough, although it wasn’t as bad as the sound of the crinkling. Even the smallest movement felt like it was going to alert herself to the guards if there were even any around here.

From what she could see through the scope of her rifle, most of the guards were around the warlord and Sheva did her best to line up the shot, a moment away from pulling the trigger as she felt a twinge from her bladder. Damn, she just couldn’t escape this as now her mind was being drawn towards a need to pee while she tried to steady her shot. Just the thought of it was making her heart rate rise and time was ticking, so… Sheva held her breath as she pushed on her bladder’s muscles

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Pushing the couch more against the wall and into the corner, Kirika looked over how she assembled the living room. All the furniture that she could move was towards the walls of the living room, stacked up a bit to give her all the room she could manage, and she’d need every inch and centimeter she could get. So much work had been put into working on this surprise and Shirabe wasn’t going to be home until later tonight, so Kirika had another day of practice before giving her friend the time of her life. There was just one more thing to do as Kirika removed her necklace and held it before her. “Zeios Igalima raizen tron…!”

A burst of light flashed in the room and would have blinded everyone around her had Kirika not been alone in the living room. The deep thud of metal hitting wood resounded in the room as Kirika’s hands slid down the pole, the petite girl’s body softly touching down before changing her position to use the pole to lean back. The crackle of lightning surrounded her before gems shot out around her, but even as discharge faded away, there was still crackling to be heard.

With the gems circling back around her, a pair of them clasped onto Kirika’s wrists as she lifted herself up the pole, although this time was different than her usual transformation. Even though her chest wasn’t anywhere as big as Maria’s nor Chris’s, at least Kirika competed well in terms of her ass, curling her stomach to lift her big butt as the crackling finally stopped… Only to evolve into something more as the back of her green-and-white panties were starting to turn green-and-brown with the sudden explosion into them. Just lifting her rear while gripping the pole was impressive enough, but the increased weight as her soiled underwear was bulging out and sagging down while on full display towards anyone who would’ve had the luxury to watch.

Good thing that Kirika made sure she was alone with plenty of time before Shirabe came home, especially as she was starting to get more into her act. Having lifted her big browned butt up so high, Kirika wrapped her legs are the pole as a slight moan came out of her. Well, more than just a moan as she felt the pole smush against a much smaller, stickier bulge in the front of her panties, letting the blonde-haired girl feel just how exciting it was to ruin her panties so much already.

Breathing out as she couldn’t let herself get too caught up in how good that little grind against the pole was, her attention returned back as the second pair of gems came back around again, this time latching around her ankles. With how well she had handled the extra weight of the messing, the additional, transformed heels were nothing as Kirika used them to slowly slide down the pole. As she did so, she raised her upper body up like a figurehead and grit her teeth as she could barely keep down her groan. If the grind before was amazing, Kirika actually felt a small spurt drip down the front of her panties as the back of them squished against the pole, driven in more as she slipped down. If her panties weren’t ruined before, then there was no way Kirika was getting out the dark brown stain imprinted down the buttcrack of her underwear, her huge mess wrapping itself around the rod of her scythe.

Continuing on with her private performance

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"Onee-chaaan~" The soft voice of a young girl resounded through the night and as the mist parted away, a short girl in a purple coat and winter hat stood not all too far away. A melody whistled away while she slowly got closer to the lone brunette who was on her way back home to the church. Here the Tohsaka heir was dealing with a newbie of a magus tonight who had somehow managed to summon a saber-class servant of all things, and while she had let them go on ahead, part of her almost regretted it as she felt the start of a small pressure at her rear.

Rin could only stay quiet as she watched what the little girl was doing although she couldn’t say she remembered having an older sister. That mistake seemed to have been noticed and yet Rin couldn’t say that any of her uneasiness went away just yet. “Oh boo, you’re not Onee-chan… Oh well, it’s not like another master isn’t recognizable, so summon your servant so Bahsaka can have some- uuugh… N-not again…”

Although a mysterious air surrounded her before, it was dispelled as the young lady was unbuttoning her coat in a hurry and also going fast enough that she would tear her tights if she wasn't careful enough. And yet they were miraculously still in one piece when she got them down along with her panties. While her coat fell to the ground near her, the silver-haired loli was taking occasional glances towards the only other person here, the two servantless masters in a stand-off while the seemingly-younger girl dared not try to shuffle away from how intensely her hand was pressing against her bare ass.

The Tohsaka heir might not have yet realized what was happening but there was no way she was just going to shit herself uncontained like this and Illya couldn't spare a moment of hesitation as she pressed her round purple winter hat against her big butt. While her legs were shaking and wobbling, the first disgusting squelch of shit burst from her ass and right into the unorthodox toilet that her hat was currently being used as. Illya couldn't even escape the grunting and groaning as she kept pressing her hat more and more against her butt to avoid anything escaping when the only thing escaping was the loud sounds of the young girl defecating in her hat.

There really was no other recourse in such a situation and Illya had to be thankful that the master before her didn't look like she was setting up any kind of defense against her at all. Well, the Tohsaka heir was holding her noise at least but Illya almost wished that she’d say anything to break the awkward silence since the only sounds between the two girls were how loudly and violently she was crapping in her hat. It isn’t every day that a young girl takes a large shit in her hat when she’s supposed to be fighting another master.

Her body went into more and more of a squat as she began to finish up until she was almost to the ground, but at the very least, Illya's butt squeezed out the last few bits of poop with a couple of small farts sputtering out. Setting the hat to the side, she felt a little bad that she had ruined it so badly that not even Sella or magic would be able to clean it, so the best she could do was pull up her panties and tights before carrying it a little ways away quickly while trying not to breathe in the stench of it. "Ah, you'll have to excuse me for that unsightly display. But still, even if the need for the bathroom strikes, we're still masters and I want to have some fun~”

It took Rin a moment to shake her thoughts away from the disgusting display she had just been looking at, although such desperation wasn’t too unfamiliar to her. Especially as she watched Illya turn around and bend over to pick up her coat before they both learned something really terrible in the process: Her hat only managed to contain the first wave… Rin wished that she didn’t recognize the signs but neither she nor Illya had even managed to summon their servants when she was preparing to wash the Einzbern master shit herself again.

From bending over into shifting to a slight crouch, Illya could only put her hands on her knees while another flood of mushy shit burst out of her ass and into her panties. She expected to have skid marks already due to the incident with the hat but what bulged out her white tights was much worse as Illya couldn't avoid shitting her underwear this time. Of course, even if she managed to withstand the pressure from before, her little cock couldn't hold it anymore as Illya groaned while piss ran down her thighs.

Ew, ew, eeew! Now her boots were going to be all gross and squishy too, but her tights were in a much worse state overall due to her panties leaking some poop around the top of her thighs. It didn't get much farther but it was humiliating nonetheless, especially when her piss puddled up enough to soak her coat. Just her luck, and Illya's underwear and display were so shameful that she had no one else to rely on her but the master ahead of her. "U-um, excuse me for the familiarity, but would you have a spare pair of panties or any underwear at all...?"

Even if they were supposed to be rival masters, Rin felt a little too empathetic to a girl in a situation like this. Sure, Illya had ambushed her but that look on her face wasn’t one of an enemy but rather a little girl who had pooped her pants. “Jeez, fine, I’m sure I can find a pair or two at my house, but…” There wasn’t any reason she should let another master into her own home and yet Rin couldn’t help but feel bad for her. “Just follow me, I’ll show you mercy this once but if you try to double-cross me, remember that you’re on my turf.” If there was any time to make an exception, she knew it had to be now as she watched the soiled girl raise a hand to her lips.

While entering the enemy’s lair should’ve been an immediate red flag, a smile bloomed on the young girl’s face as Illya picked up her coat and waddled her way towards Tohsaka. Her boots squelched and her butt squished but Illya didn’t seem too perturbed beside her widened gait. Almost as if this wasn’t the first time she had an accident but Illya didn’t let on about it as she stood in front of Rin. “Sure~ Lead the way then since I won’t attack if you’re giving me quarter. Just remember that my servant is the strongest, no matter where we fight.”

It almost impressed Rin that a little girl who crapped her pants could radiate so much confidence but to let something so simple unnerve her but it’d be unbecoming of the Tohsaka heir to give up so easily. “Maybe I should’ve made an alliance with you if you’re that confident. Better than some idiot that thinks he can fight a servant with a newspaper…” Although that kind of talk might not be the best when this little girl seemed to be looking for said idiot, even if it seemed like Illya didn’t want to be too sisterly towards him. What did surprise her was when she found a small warm hand around hers.

The pair were almost like a pair of sisters at that point, even if their appearances contrasted each other so many. Brown hair with a red-and-black outfit for Rin, while Illya’s white hair and purple-and-white dress looks very foreign compared to her. As well as the stark difference of how Illya smelled compared to Rin, only further accented by the clicking of Rin’s heels and the squishing of Illya’s boots. Other than that, Rin really was sort of getting another chance at taking care of a little sister. Quite the stinky little sister although it did mirror how she and Sakura were when they were young. Not in the way that Rin would have liked since she knew she wasn’t the only one cleaning up diapers between the two of them but

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>Madoka and Homura are caught in a witch's labyrinth together while awaiting Mami's help
>Madoka soils herself right before they're rescued by Mami
>Madoka asks Homura to stay quiet about the accident
>They meet up at school the next day and Mami is talking about the smell in the Labyrinth
>Mami even makes a remark about baby powder
>Madoka and Homura deny the smells but the thought of Madoka's accident gets too strong
>Homura ends up masturbating on the roof to the thought of Madoka's accident
>Homura ends up soiling her panties while cumming in her underwear
>Homura looks up to see that she got caught by Madoka
>Embarrassment fills her like she filled her panties but Madoka shyly reaches in her school bag
>Homura is shocked to see Madoka not only holding a diaper but wearing one too
>Madoka apologizes for what she saw but she didn't realize Homura had such interests
>Homura tries to deny but can't help but go along with it when Madoka offers to help change her
>More so when Madoka mentions that Homura is curious about the fun that Homura was having while soiling herself

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Pouting as she crinkled on top of the disposable bed mat, the 10-year-old girl always found herself blushing as she watched her maid go to the closet for the usual supplies. To put it simply, Illyasviel von Einzbern was not only a frequent bedwetter but a common bedmesser as well. For as much as she tried to avoid having any accidents in her sleep, so many pairs of wet and soiled panties, training pants, and pull-ups had earned her the consequence of being put into diapers every night, of which she severely needed them. For the most part, almost every night left her to wake up in yellow-stained pampers, often with a stinky little present in the back. Over the span of a month in general, one, maybe two, nights left her with a clean diaper but that only made the next wet night even more shameful and embarrassing.

Even now, Illya couldn’t avoid the squishing of her full, soaked diaper as she sat up a little in bed, propping herself up on her elbows. Today wasn’t going to be her usual change though as she looked at the unusual uniform on her dresser. “Sella, a-are you sure this is really necessary?

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>Ultra Arfoire sneaks away to Hyperdimension since she knows that she’d perform better there
>Sneaks into Planeptune basilicom after finding out that Neptune was visiting the Ultradimension
>Thinks she can steal Neptune’s game among other things
>Her body freezes and her bowels void into her panties quite a bit at hearing a familiar voice
>Her huge mess in her pants are rubbed against her ass as Arfoire’s hair is pulled back
>Arfoire complains about the hairpulling as much as she can until she’s given the choice of that or choking
>Iris talks about what she could do to Arfoire, such as fucking her brains out until the old hag actually does need diapers and can only think of her new mistress and shitting herself
>Arfoire pisses herself in fear and Iris suggests that she needs a diaper if she’s going to dirty the basilicom like that
>Good thing that Iris has one, although it’s around her waist and she fills it up before offering it to Arfoire
>Arfoire refuses on the principle of grossness but that doesn’t stop Iris from pinning the old hag down and squishing her dirty diaper on her face, adding even more to it until it’s leaking piss into Arfoire’s hair
>Iris untapes her diaper and leaves it on Arfoire’s face, even letting herself crap some more on top of her open diaper
>Iris grabs one of Neptune’s diapers and pulls off Arfoire’s pants before tossing her shitty pants and panties to the side
>Cleans her up before inserting herself, watching as Arfoire’s pale cock gets excited from the penetration but Iris cages her
>Iris gives Arfoire a choice between wearing a diaper or panties before she pulls out
>Arfoire obviously tries to keep her pride by asking for panties but she instead gets her poopy panties and pants put back on her ass while she’s getting closer to losing control
>Arfoire begs for a clean diaper instead and Iris coos about making Arfoire into her doll
>The clean diaper comes with a huge vibrating buttplug, a collar, and a lack of clothes though
>Iris makes Arfoire crawl in her thick diaper as she pulls the old hag along to introduce Gamindustri to the Deity of Shit
>Arfoire can barely make it out of the basilicom before slumping down as her ass is crying out for release while she has the plug in
>Iris grabs her collar and pulls her close to her face as Arfoire starts crying out of fear and humiliation
>The plug bursts out of her ass as she completely fills up her diaper, unable to stop herself from cumming from the sudden release of pressure
>Arfoire’s body slumps while Iris just tsks about how terrible of a mutt or doll or baby that Arfoire is
>Iris drags Arfoire over to a bench and pulls her on her lap before lowering her shirt, forcing Arfoire to drink from her boob
>Arfoire tries to resist but starts to get more into it as Iris gropes her diaper full of shit and cum
>Arfoire is alarmed that she used her diaper again on both ends and some poop started to leak out onto Iris’s pants
>Iris gets especially pissed off and yanks Arfoire off of her lap, pulling her over her knee instead to start spanking her

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"You know, honey, people usually smoke after they've had a good night with me, not before." As she took another drag of her cigarette, Va-11 Hall-A's bartender stole another glance at the pink-themed lilim cuddled under the sheets of her bed. Tonight was an interesting one as Jill puffed out a breath of smoke through her nostrils, almost like a brooding dragon since she was close to feeling like one. Certainly not as rich as one anyway since her night with the familiar lilim had to be discounted to the cost of a few Piano Women and a pair of Sugar Rushes. And thus, she let Dorothy ramble on, knowing both her and herself weren't the most sober anyway. "But you told me you wanted to do this, and yet you're still so hesitant. I didn't even tell anyone at the bar that you like to wear dia-"

"Sh-shut it! I'd say that I'd gag you if you finished that sentence but you'd probably like that." As much as Jill loved Dorothy as a friend and the only person still around that she could do this with, the lilim's brazeness was still a bit much for the half-naked bartender. It had been a whole year since learning about Lenore passing away and Dorothy had specifically come to the bar to cheer her up, only for Jill to find herself wanting some comfort again like that night. “Sorry about that, it’s just… it’s never easy, you know? I already told you forever ago about this but even a cigarette isn’t taking off the nerves.” After all, her fetish for diapers was yet another thing she had gotten from her girlfri-... her late ex-girlfriend.

But then again, it wasn’t until after her night of being cuddled by Dorothy that Jill had properly learned why everything happened. Diapers had seemed pretty odd but when she was so attracted to Lenore, on top of Lenore being a little too good with everything from a dildo to a cucumber, so it was pretty much ‘why not’ at that point. Even if it ultimately turned out that Lenore’s diaper needs were more because of her nanomachine rejection medication, that woman was still quite impressive in bed and just wearing a diaper to comfort her girlfriend at the time evolved into wearing for more sexual fun and now even comfort as she had asked Dorothy to have her put her in one for the night.

However, at this point as she heard Dorothy shift out from under the covers to rub her back, second thoughts had been filling Jill when she should be filling up a diaper instead.

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Tapping her foot as she looked over at the bathrooms again, Illyasviel von Einzbern was in quite a desperate situation, feeling her hand squeezed once more. The sweet release of using the toilet was so near and the petite, white-haired girl saw a mother escorting her little daughter out of that bathroom, yet another person using it instead of her. That led to her glancing back up at the purple-haired girl with her, the one who finally took her to WcDonald’s after she almost threw a little bit of a tantrum.

Of course, that’s if a tantrum included holding her breath and stamping her foot down until Shirou finally relented on taking her, only for Sakura to swoop in instead. That was a little sad to miss out on some time with her onii-chan but as long as Illya got here for the cute toy, that’s all that mattered to her. Obviously, if she really wanted to, Illya could have just bought it online but where was the fun of that?

Although her fun had found itself drained a bit as she controlled her breathing while her free hand strayed towards her butt. While she did need to pee, it was a different kind of pressure building up as the little girl shifted from foot to foot. At this point, it was a bit of now or never since she didn’t want to give up on her toy but the long line had been taking its toll already on her. “H-hey, Sakura, it’s fine if you hold the spot in line, right? I just need to excuse myself for a moment.”

But alas, trying to pull away from Sakura’s grip only resulted in her being pulled back to her side. “Oh? And here I thought you wanted this toy so badly or were you just bugging Senpai for nothing before? I still have to wonder what an eighteen-year-old girl would want with a kids’ toy too…” Excellent points were being made as Illya resisted letting her knees knock together, feeling her already short height slightly shorten even more as the desperation was growing stronger.

And the sadistic sting of Sakura’s comments didn’t help either as Illya groaned for a moment, clenching her asshole as tightly as she could. For the oldest girl of their bunch, excluding Taiga and the servants, the short girl found herself in quite the predicament as Sakura had quite the point. All she wanted was the cute little dog beanie in those toys but perhaps she had gotten a little too greedy over this…

That point was just further emphasized as the building pressure at Illya’s rear was starting to reach its limit, especially as her stomach rumbled and Illya swore she could hear Sakura giggle under her breath. “Aw, what’s wrong? We’ve been waiting for a little while now but if we get out of line for anything now, I don’t want to make Senpai wait any longer than he needs to. So, what do you say, Illya? Is there something you need to tell me?”

And boy howdy there absolutely was something that Illya desperately wanted to tell Sakura but as

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With a laugh ringing out as the small girl's butt lifted off of the seat on the swing and her white velcro sneakers hit the tanbark, little pieces of wood hopped up in the air around the purple-and-white unicorns on the side of her shoes. Today was quite the fun day already for Illyasviel von Einzbern as she almost didn't stick the landing, not out of a bad dismount but more because of how thick the diaper was between her legs and thighs. The heir to the von Einzbern family had something as depraved as a fetish for diapers, and some other related interests too, although Illya could say it was more towards the comforting side for diapers.

Not completely though as even the thought of humping her pillow in nothing but her diaper when she had some alone time at the castle made her little cock twitch in her soaked padding. Still, there was a lot of childishness that Illya enjoyed since it had been taken away from her when she was still young and as the heir of the von Einzbern family, it was tough to let herself down by being such a baby since she held her own interests in such high regard. Others would definitely have some less-than-happy opinions about the way she liked indulging herself, mainly Sella at the very least since even now, the silver-haired girl in babypants had to lie and say she was over at Shirou’s house to disguise what she was doing here.

But Illya was a healthy 19-year-old girl, no longer 18 since it finally hit November and was her birthday, after all. She had her duties to her family, and while she fulfilled them to an extent, she also liked to have some dooty in her diaper too, even if she hadn't messed herself. Not yet, at least, but that's how she found herself now as Illya was dressed in quite the childish outfit that she had acquired without Sella's knowledge. Her velcro shoes with a unicorn theme were already evidence enough, and only more so with the short purple-and-white striped socks under them. Then she had on some purple shortalls over her white shirt and what used to be a very thick, white diaper but after a few wettings, the front was quite yellow-stained. While a few beaded bracelets added more to her image, the final detail was how her hair was tied into twin-tails, making sure the 19-year-old girl looked more like a 10-year-old.

Or even younger since a 10-year-old girl would likely be embarrassed by the outfit in general, not to mention Illya's used pampers underneath that only made it tougher for the von Einzbern heir to waddle around. Hopefully, she could avoid having to crawl around but Illya certainly did not look her age at the moment. Of course, Illya didn't mind that in the least as that was her aim, hoping to show off how much of a toddler she was before she had to change and head back to the castle. Alas, this was the best she could do to indulge when the maids were home, even if she was glad they were fine and didn't have to go to Germany for any repairs.

And yet, Illya couldn't help but wish she had the chance for some alone time, even if she oddly felt a lot more comfortable being this childish when more out in public. Although that might only be because she couldn't go out in nothing but a diaper, and she really meant nothing but a diaper as most of her alone time at the castle consisted of enjoying the freedom of being in nothing but her panties or pampers with no one around to bother her. On the contrary, being in public was fun for showing off her cute outfits, especially as Illya toddled into the sandbox and began to squat down with her sand toys, already scooping up some sand into a pail.
What a position to put herself in as she could feel a little bit of a mess trying to peek out already while the von Einzbern heir groaned a touch, her face scrunching up as she was letting the poopiness finally come out. A bit of slowness at first started it off but as Illya loosened up back there, she let out a long sigh while her mouth hung open in relief. It just always felt so wonderful to soil herself! And only more so in public as Illya looked around the park to see if anyone was watching, such as a mother who couldn't believe she was being such a baby, or some little kid wondering why her butt is getting bigger, or even Sakura seeing her poop herself.

W-wait a moment... If she wasn't blushing hard enough, Illya’s face heated up just as the sudden surprise led to quite the sudden warmth in the back of her diaper as she couldn't help but flood her diaper with the whole mess. With such a sudden burst, Illya easily felt some tightness at the front of her soggy, stinky pampers, on top of feeling her shortalls strain to contain how much she just loaded her luvs.

All of a sudden, Illya felt herself becoming more aware of just the position she was in as she watched Sakura start to move around the fence of the playground and enter the gate, the purple-haired girl’s eyes glued to her. There was a certain smile on her face too that anyone else might see as warm and inviting but Illya knew a little too well about the dangers of the Matou heir. A girl that even managed to rival the power of the von Einzbern half-homunculus herself…

But then again, such rivalry was moot when Illya was squatting in an extremely childish get-up with a shit-filled diaper underneath. The smell of her loaded luvs and the feeling of all of that mushy poop squishing against her big pale ass had her especially on edge as she tried to muster up somewhat of a smile when the distance was nonexistent between them now. A little more piss eeked its way out of her tiny dicklet but with how much she had gone before, there was only so much she could get out now as Sakura towered above her.

“My my, I take a shortcut through the park, and of all people, I ended up finding you in such an outfit. Although if I’m not wrong…” As Sakura pulled out her phone, a chill went up Illya’s spine since she could easily guess what the taller, but younger, girl was about to allude to. Of all the times for them to cross each other’s paths, it just had to be when… “Oh, I thought so. Is this really how you like to spend your birthday, huh? Dressed up like a three-year-old and smelling like one too?”

The smugness was already dripping from Sakura’s words as Illya knew that of all people, Sakura had to be the most worrisome to encounter. Potentially Shirou too but as it stood, he may have tried to dismiss as one of her peculiarities while Illya’s fate currently lied with how Sakura might handle this. “Wh-what I do in my spare time is up to me. So what if I wanted to dress like this, it’s my birthday, after all. Especially since it just shows that I’m older than you then.” Crossing her arms, there was an attempt to assert her authority in the situation, albeit a shaky one when it wasn’t like she had the most control of the situation in the first place.

Although try as she might, Illya knew she was in a bad position while Sakura easily lorded a lot of power over her. It wasn’t every day that her brother’s kouhai would catch her in such a stinky position like this, putting Illya at an even further disadvantage while she let Sakura circle back around her. The plain thought was that no doubt Sakura wanted to get a better view of what she had done in her bulging diaper but once she felt the soft hand brush against her back, well…

As much as Illya wanted to recoil, there was something a little too enticing about letting herself be checked by Sakura. The best way she could put it was as if she really were a little toddler being checked by her mommy, e-even if the thought of having a mommy made her heart skip a beat for a moment. No, this was Sakura, she couldn’t let that happen…

And yet, Sakura wasn’t stopped by the albino pottypants, even as the rear of Illya’s shortalls were pulled out far enough that Sakura could use her other hand to pull out the back of her diaper. “Oho my, now that’s quite a full diaper there. How long were you holding this in, or is this just normal-sized for you, hm? But either way, I doubt your diaper could handle another mess this size. You know what that means, right?”

With her padding beingthis full of shit, it was pretty clear to Illya what Sakura was referring to: She needed her diaper changed. However, who was going to change her diaper was the worrisome part when she didn’t think that the violet-haired girl would adapt to the caretaker role that quickly. “W-well… I guess I’ll have to excuse myself to ch-change my diaper then. Let me get on that right now!” Illya knew she stood little chance against Sakura as she currently was but this was an opportunity to get out of this situation right now.

Illya’s waddling couldn’t even manage to start though before Sakura grabbed the rear straps of her shortalls and pulled her back, a pair of large breasts pressing now against the back of the albino girl’s head. “Now now, who said that big babies could ever think of managing to change their own diapers? So, unless you want me to strip you and change you on the spot, maybe you should ask for your change from someone more mature than you. Which is really anyone right now, even the little kids around you, but go on and tell me what you need, sweetie~” Sakura’s free hand twiddled with one of the buckles keeping up her shortalls, the first step needed to remove it.

“P-please no… not here in front of everyone…” Even if she had been enticed by the thrill of someone else checking her diaper for once, the embarrassment of the situation hit Illya hard as she see a pair of mothers whispering off to the side. A lot of the kids ignored her at least or only gave her a glance but no doubt all eyes would be on her if Sakura changed her right here, right now. “Fine, I’ll let you do it…”

“Do what, hm? Go on, tell me exactly what you want before I- Whoopsie~” One strap of Illya’s shortalls was unbuckled by Sakura’s hand as the blush on Illya’s face grew stronger. Sakura even teased her further as she felt the girl’s fingers walking along just below her flat breasts, making their way to the other side.

The pressure was on as Illya knew she was going to be in trouble soon enough since Sakura really did seem a little too serious. Before she’d know it, she might find herself getting her ass wiped in the middle of the playground with all of the little kids less than half of her age laughing at how much of a pathetic diaperdumper she was. And while she felt her babydick once more twitch at the front of her diaper, Illya didn’t want to stick around for whoever else might come by. “Can you please do it?”

“Do what, hm? Come on, hurry up~”

“P-please… Can you please change my stinky diaper because I pooped in it too much?”

“Good girl~ But before we get you changed, do you still need the potty? I want you all emptied out, okay?” Although there was a certain relief when Sakura finally moved her hand away from her second buckle, it was a different kind of nervousness filling Illya now instead. Even after she had filled her diaper up quite a bit, it was a simple task of soiling herself again on either end of her diaper. More of the problem was not wanting to risk leaking b-but…

“Y-yes, Sakura. Going potty…” Taking a deep breath in, a small groan escaped Illya as she let her face scrunch up, willing her body to get to work. With all of the mana flowing through her, her waste wasn’t that tough to get out as her already-loaded diaper bulged out even more, straining against the rear of her shortalls. Not only that but she felt a hand smush against poopy butt, squishing it a bit while her bladder emptied out once more.

All the way to the point of feeling warm beads of urine running down her thighs, causing Illya to stiffen up before a small giggle escaped the girl behind her. “See, you can’t even control yourself, and more your poor little diaper leaked so much. Come on, we’re going right to the bathroom. Although…” Sakura looked around for just a moment at Illya’s toys before noticing the small, purple backpack they came from. Right away, the bag was scooped up and searched as a smile bloomed on Sakura’s face. “I suppose that solves that then. Off to the bathroom, we go!”

Knowing what was in there, Illya could easily understand what Sakura was looking for but before she could voice her concerns, her hand was already being pulled along. A beeline was made right for the closest bathroom at the park, even as Illya looked back now and then to see the dripping trail of pee behind her. It wasn’t like she flooded her diaper too badly but the waddling there did cause droplets to trail behind her but Sakura’s pace didn’t let up.

At the very least, the bathroom wasn’t too far away and wasn’t too bad looking either once they got in there. Still, with her full diaper and the fading warmth at her thighs and crotch, Illya found herself just following along with Sakura's lead. Almost like she really was an overgrown baby who was relying too much on her mommy, although the shorter girl had to do her best to push that thought of Sakura being her mommy out of her head. Illya had her mama, but with the way Sakura was going…

Illya had to snap to attention though since she had gotten a little too lost in her thoughts, only realizing a moment too late of where Sakura was helping her onto: A baby-changing station, and one outside of the handicap stall too. "Wait, do we really have to do this out here? Can't we have a little privacy in the stall at least?" Once more, the blush on her face had been renewed as the embarrassment hit Illya.

"Uh huh, and soiling yourself in a diaper while dressed as a girl less than a quarter of your age is private enough? It really makes me wonder if you actually want a change or not, especially since I was going to give you a treat if you were a good girl." Right away, Illya's attention and curiosity spiked with the mention of a surprise. She just had to be good enough during a diaper change and well… the little girl let her actions speak for her as she shifted from sitting on the edge of the changing table to lying down atop it.

With the smile appearing on Sakura's face, Illya had to assume she had done as Sakura wanted, especially when the attention was shifted back to Illya's bag. Past the sand toys, a diaper and changing supplies were pulled out of it, all instead of the panties that Illya knew she had in there as well. But at this point, fighting back felt futile and so she did her best to relax against the plastic of the changing table while Sakura prepared to get to work.

Albeit, it did feel alien to Illya to have someone else change her diapers, something last done by her Mama of all people and that felt like a little too long ago. But here she was as Illya stopped putting up a fight and let Sakura undo the buttons of her leaked shortalls, even if almost seemed like Sakura was intentionally going slow with stripping her. Then, if she didn’t look childish enough before, her purple-and-white diaper was even more embarrassing when otherwise just in a white t-shirt and childish, velcro shoes.

Sakura didn’t stop there though as Illya tensed up once her shirt started to be pulled off of her but all it took was a quick glare of Sakura’s before the t-shirt was off and laying with her shortalls, followed suit by her shoes and socks. Now, Illya was left in nothing but her leaky, overloaded diaper, looking like an actual overgrown baby on the changing table. Being so short and flat despite turning 19 years of age didn’t help either, her only hint of maturity being how her nipples hardened up against the cold table and the associated humiliation. Anyone could walk right in through that door and there’d be no way for her to explain herself…

Her nakedness and embarrassment didn’t hold up the change though, even if Illya swore she saw Sakura smirking when looking up and down the petite girl. And only more so as the tapes of her diaper were undone and the big load of Illya’s shit was put on display. “My my, so much for such a small girl. It looks just a little bigger than when I have to use the toilet, but all of mine is going in the toilet where yours is… Well, I suppose you’re in diapers for a reason.” Talk about insult to injury but no matter how much she teased, Sakura didn’t seem to hesitate on changing her when Illya felt herself turned to the side to get that way-too-full diaper out from underneath her.

While still on her side, Illya shivered a little once she felt the first wet wipe touch her rear, although absolutely not the last after she had seen what a mess she had made in her padded underwear. Even if she knew that Sakura had pressured her into the second mess, there still was a sense of shame at having soiled herself so much overall. Almost like she truly was better fitted for diapers at that rate… But at least Sakura was cleaning her up now, using wipe after wipe after wipe. More and more of her poopiness was removed as Sakura kept going, even after what felt like forever at this point. Just how messy was she?...

It certainly took a little while but finally, Illya heard a sigh of relief and “All done~” from behind her before hearing some familiar crinkling. While she had changed her own diaper before, something about something else sticking the diaper under her butt and rolling her back over made Illya’s heart race, even when her crotch was exposed to Sakura. Such an intimate part of her and yet all it was currently good for was being wiped up after pissing herself enough to leak out of her diaper. So much for ever getting with her big brother when diapers suited her so much better…

Once that area was wiped up, next came the baby powder. Although she could have gotten bottles that called it ‘talcum powder’ instead, there was a rush about seeing the little infant outline on the front of the bottle while her diaper was being powdered. Sakura was even thorough enough to rub some against her rear and her crotch to make sure everything was good there, although that was like planning for more wetting and messing.

(Illya’s pathetic whimpering, Sakura leading her to a change, maybe nursing dunno, and then offering to bring Illya to WcDonald’s)

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Leaning forward to touch her toes as part of her stretching, Tohsaka Rin was excited to show off her strength against her rival, all in Emiya’s dojo. Not that she cared too much about showing off to him, especially seeing as he was out of town anyway for some kind of shipment for Copenhagen. His absence had just so happened to coincide with a particular blonde bimbo showing up but Luvia ended up disappointed when it was her that answered the door. At least she was kind enough to let the rich girl in, albeit after her sister had to remind her not to be rude to guests, but things quickly heated up between them over dinner.

While Saber and Illya went at it over who could eat more between the gluttonous knight and that fatass midget, Sakura had to calm her and Luvia down from getting too into a fight at the dinner table. Her suggestion had been simple: One single duel together. No more fighting and whoever won would be the winner in terms of parading around the estate. Not that it meant much past a lot of her pride, but the desire to maintain that and then some was only intensified when it came to that Edelfelt idiot.

Still, as much as Tohsaka hated to admit it, Luvia was pretty strong and quite the rival to her, thus necessitating a bit of stretching and practice before anything came about. She couldn’t let herself be caught off-guard when it came to a girl like her, just as Rin wasn’t caught off-guard by the heavy-set girl lumbering her way into the dojo. “I’d ask if you were trying to surprise me but anyone would hear you coming from a mile away." Even now, the dojo's floors creaked under the invading little girl, although short would've been a better way to put it when it came to the size of Illyasviel von Einzbern nowadays.

To think that this was the same master that had once caused her to soil herself in fear of being by her servant's weapon, only to soil herself once in a while in her sleep or wet herself during the day. Both kinds of incidents were taken care of for her, not just by her maids but Rin always wondered why Sakura spoiled her too. Not that the brunette was envious or anything but Sakura’s attention kept going to the girls who couldn’t keep their underwear clean. Her own role as an older sister felt diminished already but when her little sister had practically adopted two little sisters of her own, well…

Shaking her head a bit as she zoned back in, it took Tohsaka a moment to realize she had riled Illya up a bit, the short fatass huffing a bit in front of her in her buruma. “Hey! I just came here to see who was in the dojo so early since Saber and I like to exercise, not to be insulted immediately.” If not for how chubby those cheeks were, maybe she would’ve found Illya’s pouting to be on the cuter side but there was a whole lot of Illya to take in. Not like she was dressed much better since Rin had a sports bra and spats on, all while Illya’s gear consisted of a plain white dress t-shirt that looked more like a crop top with how it didn’t even cover her bulging stomach, dark purple buruma that barely covered half of her fat ass, and long white socks that squeezed her calves with clear spillage over the top.

Needless to say, Illyasviel was fat, and laughably so compared to Rin’s lithe figure. At least all of that weight didn’t add to the short girl’s breasts since maybe then the brunette might’ve found herself annoyed but the only cowtits she had to be envious of were her sister’s and Luvia’s. That was something Rin could admit, especially when she was going to take Luvia down soon enough but first… “It wouldn’t be insulting if you hadn’t gained so much weight. So much in just a few months and yet I almost wonder if I could still manage to flip you at that weight.” A certain smugness crossed Rin’s face as she imagined that, no doubt having to really push her reinforcement magic but burning a gem would be nothing compared to the satisfaction of getting back at Illya.

Maybe Rin would even manage to cause Illya to soil herself, adding more to that old sting during the Grail War. It's just a shame that Illya would likely have Sakura coming to clean her up while Rin didn’t have that luxury. Well, not that she wanted her little sister to care for her in that manner but some help would’ve been nice back then. Rin didn’t know what would happen if something like that happened again but she almost didn’t want to find out. Almost…

Still, her odd wistfulness aside, the brunette seemed to be onto something this morning as she was good at really riling Illya up to the point of the white-haired girl stamping her foot against the floor a few times. “Nuh-uh, it’s only a little more than a few kilograms, which means more weight to throw around. If anything, I’d crush you if you tried that but I’m sure you’d be too cowardly to risk that with Luvia around. Heh, she might be able to manage that better than you.” And just as Rin tried to be smug to Illya, the favor was returned to her as she could see Illya’s lips curling into a smile.

To say that last comment made her blood boil was an understatement as Rin could almost feel the steam coming from her ears, able to dish it out but unable to take it back. Her stretching ended immediately as Rin made sure to stand at full height with her fists on her hips, towering over the girl who was almost a foot shorter than her but certainly weighed so much more with how much fat she packed on her. "As if that hyena could ever beat me in a lifting competition. But I'd love to wipe that smugness off your face if you're doubting me so badly." A small hint of doubt was within her but with her reinforcement magic, Rin knew she could do it, even if just barely. After that, she'd wipe the floor with Luvia and maybe see if Sakura would make her something special for her victories. Not that she was trying to impress her or anything…

But that aside, it seemed that Illya was down for the match too, making the twin-tailed wrestler wonder what she had up her deal as the von Einzbern heir said, "Ready when you are~" Maybe she had too much confidence in her weight rather than agility but Rin took her place across the dojo from Illya before taking a deep breath. Her family crest lit up along her arm and extended around the dojo, creating a small pocket to protect the area from damage, along with making sure that neither she nor Illya could get out until one of them admitted defeat.

Others could still get into the dojo but Rin wanted to make sure she could go all out without doing any damage. Illya seemed to notice the crest but didn't say a word, just nodding before assuming more of a grappling position that Rin couldn't help but comment on.

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Stamping her foot on the floor of their apartment, Harleen Frances Quinzel had never faced such injustice as when she saw her girlfriend holding a package of diapers in her size. “You can’t do this to me, Ive. It’s just been a coupla weeks of bedwetting and maybe a night or two of ooopsies, but you can’t eighty-six my panties like this!”

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Hurrying over to Nerissa’s room in the Advent headquarters, a sickening smile was plastered across Shiori Novella’s face as the archivist found herself with a new toy to play with. She didn’t even bother to knock on the songbird’s door, instead barging right in as Nerissa dropped her phone to grab her sheets to cover up. “Shiori! What have I told you about knocking?! I’m not even dressed!”

“Oh, knock it off. As if you’re not trying to strip yourself in front of me all of the time. And I have something more important to show you anyway.” Breathing in through her nose, Shiori took a moment to steel herself before pulling out the diaper from behind her. A magenta sigil covered the landing area of the deep purple diaper, and Shiori beamed with pride at just being able the hold the thick underwear. “Remember how Ina got mad and made me return her book? I grabbed this when she wasn’t looking. If her book held some eldritch secrets, I wonder what her diapers hold!" Her excitement for such knowledge almost put the archivist on the verge of needing a diaper anyway, but Shiori knew she was in control of herself.

After all, the dual-hairer criminal wasn’t as bad as Bijou or Mococo, but she was at least open to wearing a diaper. Nerissa, on the other hand… “Shiori, no. I’m not going to wear some kind of cursed diaper, and you should return it to Ina before something weird happens. Even demons don’t mess with those kinds of cults…” The demon of sound shifted to the side of her bed before crossing her arms, although it didn’t do much to help cover her up anyway.

However, the archivist snickered at her fellow idol’s assumption. "Who said you were going to wear you? Or maybe you don’t want to be my mommy. Perhaps something like Liz or Calli would be happier to oblige.” The bait was set, and Shiori didn’t even have a chance to do an about-face before the cuff of her jacket’s sleeve was grabbed by Nerissa.

“Please let me change you into a diaper."

“Hm? But I thought this was just some dumb diaper you didn’t want to deal with."

“N-no, that’s not what I meant! It’s just that… th-that… Just let me do it, please…” The desperation in Nerissa’s voice was music to Shiori’s ears. And in Nerissa’s haste, she dropped her covers, now bearing it all to the archivist.

"Fine, fine. I suppose I’ll allow it. Just don’t get too turned on, I see how much you’re dripping already.” Pointing as the demon’s crotch, wetness glistened across her pussy.

For a moment, Nerissa reached for the covers again, but sighed instead. “As if you didn’t expect that from me when offering the chance to be your mommy. And I guess it doesn’t matter how much I show off when you’re the baby anyway.” The demon straightened her shoulders as she stood up, and even Shiori felt a touch of hesitation when it felt like Nerissa towered over her. In a second, the diaper was snatched away from the archivist, and Rissa gave her the simple order of, “Strip."

As much as she wanted this, Shiori hesitated at the command. “My my, someone’s surprisingly dominant for a bottom. Does putting my bottom in diapers really light that much of a fire in you?” Still, the archivist did what she was told and let her jacket fall to the floor, followed by slipping off her socks. Her dress came off next, and when she was in just her bra and panties, she glanced toward Nerissa. All it took was a simple nod from the demon, and the clothing pile grew larger with the inclusion of her underclothes.

With nothing covering her, Shiori was as naked as Nerissa while she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, even spreading her legs. Now it was time for the demon to smirk as she noticed another similarity. “Not so much better down there yourself, huh? Does the thought of being diapered and ordered around by Mommy Wissa turn you on that much?” The baby talk made Shiori cringe for a moment, but there was no denying that the wet cat’s surprising dominance got her going.

“I guess that’s why I need a diaper, right? Hurry up, Mommy, or maybe I’ll make a mess on the floor~"

“You wouldn’t on my floors…"

“Or would I, hm?" Shiori smugness was off the charts, and she used two fingers to spread her pussy in front of Nerissa. It was a shame that her strap-on was in her room since she wouldn’t have minded letting the demon borrow it, but the diaper sounded so much better.

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Shuffling at the side of her beloved, hand-in-hand as she crinkled and squished along, a deep crimson blush contrasted the pale face of a certain dark mage. Although more like a certain bride since Tharja found herself adorned in a black-and-purple wedding gown. It was that time of year and other girls had been summoned in similar outfits, pairing with their loves but Tharja had a more interesting time. Instead of her usual, Robin, w-well… hehe…

Just the thought of who she was with made her cocklet tighten in its chastity cage, the dark mage ending up contained by Grima of all people. Of course, the body was still of her lovely Robin as that slender body, those pig-tails, her huge booties, that large ass, and- What was she thinking about again? Oh right, all of the beautiful points of her obsession, especially one possessed by the Fell Dragon of all things. As a Plegian dark mage, such a romance was of the highest honors, although there, uh… side effects, of sorts. It turned out that being fucked in the ass by the Fell Dragon could render someone unable to contain their bowels. Go figure…

At the very least, Grima saw fit to still take care of her as things went from consummation to exhibitionism to fetishism. Tharja still enjoyed her beloved’s large cock but that was when she was in a clean diaper, something completely the opposite of the padding swaddled around her waist now as she tugged on Grima’s hand. “Robin, please, haven’t we gone around the halls enough? I think some of the other heroes have noticed already and I’m almost, you know…” After her last spurt of piss, she could still feel it sloshing around down there, a clear sign that her diaper had it at this point.

“From how slow you’re walking, I’m not surprised. That one manakete even almost caught you before when you were squatting down to fill your diaper again.” A smirk ran across Grima’s face as she knew of the power she had over the dark mage, both sexually and fetishistically. Not that Tharja didn’t enjoy this kind of play but there was a sort of difference between being caught during sodomy or shitting, especially with the latter being in a diaper. The infantile play was something else but as she squished along, her cage was already tightening at the denial, knowing full well that she was well-trained by her girlfriend. “Do you think you can last until we get back to our room, or would you prefer a change right here, hm?”

Coming to a sudden stop, Tharja’s eyes darted around the hall, seeing no one else around them but she hesitated on agreeing. Sexual fetishism was one thing but this kind of fetishism play was wild as she’d have herself and her soiled nappy bared for anyone around to see. Not that there was anyone around currently but Tharja didn’t have to cast a hex to see the future to know that she’d end up caught one way or another. The rumors around the order were embarrassing enough but no one dared cross her or the Fell Dragon without substantial proof, something that Grima seemed to toe the line on again and again.

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XX ears after the Hero Himmel's passing…

The nigh-immortal elf waved goodbye to their male companion for the time being as Frieren looked toward Fern momentarily before looking back at Stark. Aside from Sein’s temporary acquaintance before he went off on his own, Stark had been a useful ally but his constantly being around was a hindrance in only one way that the elf mage was ready to fix in but a moment. Now was the perfect time to indulge when she only had Fern around, although it had been quite a few years since she had been able to do it, surely the purple-haired mage wouldn’t remember about-

“No.” A firm denial from Fern as Frieren reached into her bag, a little too ready to pull out a certain tome, even if it only felt like yesterday since she had used it. However, yesterday to her must have been years ago to a human, especially when Stark had been with them for quite a time now. To think that she had been with the pupils of two of her three former companions, although the corrupt priest did impart some no-nonsense to Fern. “Don’t think I don’t remember how bad you were last time you used that spell. Just because Stark had a small detour to do with Eisen doesn’t mean that you get to go unpottytrained again.”

A curly smile bloomed on Frieren’s lips as she wriggled her fingers more into her bag, even despite the grip on her wrist. She had made sure that Fern strengthened her grip to keep hold of her staff but that wouldn’t stop her as a small flash of light came from her sack. The elf had many tricks up her sleeves and that was proven as she felt her bladder give out on the spot. Warmth bloomed at her crotch and rushed down her tights as Frieren sighed out with relief, her knees instinctively bending while her shoulders relaxed. Even with how her lifespan was, it had been way too long since she had been able to indulge like this as this had to be one of the best useless spells she had found with Fern ages ago.

Fern’s pouty face was only a plus as Frieren felt the urine squishing around in her boots, although no amount of gripping her wrist could stop the elf from experiencing the better kind of incontinence. The back of her panties tented out with a large log of shit, pushing out the fabric as much as it could before finally coiling up instead. Her underwear bulged out and sagged down with more shit under her robes as the elf let out a sing-songy whimper, enjoying the feeling of soiling herself a little more than a woman at her age should have.

And what a feeling that was as Frieren enjoyed the warmth of the wet and messy accidents in her panties, all while she could feel the iciness of Fern’s glare. “Mistress, just why…” Her pouting resounded through the forest as it was just the two of them currently, even if there was a town just ahead. The elf could see how upset Fern was but remembering how things went last time she was able to use this magic, all she could do was finally pull her hand out of her bag. Instead of the tome, a large, white rectangle was now in her hand as Frieren couldn’t keep a large smile off of her face. Finally, the petite pottypants of a mage knew she had won when Fern’s shoulders relaxed and she heard, “You still had one of those? Fine, but just one diaper change!”
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Waddling along through the marketplace, Frieren’s attention wasn’t quite on the various stalls but more so the feeling of some pressure at her rear.

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Hearing the whistle of her arrow flying forth from her bow, Shamir could feel its point cut through the thick tension in the air. It pierced into the throat of an enemy, although her eyes strayed toward her partner nearby as she felt like she could penetrate through Catherine’s armor. To think that the wielder of Thunderbrand could be wearing a diaper was the forefront thought on Shamir’s mind, let alone that it was Lady Rhea, of all people, who had ordered it after Catherine’s last accident. Certainly, the stress of combat had led to some issues for her partner, but even for all of the times she had wet or soiled herself from too strong of a blow or barely fending off a surprise attack, it made no sense to punish her like that.

If anything, to Shamir, it felt like she should be the one punished for cowardice in combat instead of Catherine. Her role as a sniper was one of usefulness, and yet she stayed in the backlines, lobbing arrows at the enemies instead of being in direct combat. She was easily trained for close-quarters fighting, but for the good of the monastery, Shamir kept to what she was most skilled in despite the uneasy feeling building in her gut.

Ever since Catherine had come waddling back from reporting to Rhea over her third incident so far that week, something hadn’t sat right in Shamir’s stomach as she could feel the discomfort now. At first, she thought it might’ve been a

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The wind whipped at her clothes once again, but Eris Boreas Greyrat didn’t feel the cold this time. No, there was no kind of feeling whatsoever aside from fear as the redhead saw that familiar crop of silver hair. Tall, silver hair, and white clothes that described the dragon god, and Eris couldn’t help but feel like throwing up as she saw his hand rush toward the small boy’s chest. Even if she wasn’t a little girl anymore, having managed to grow up in the last couple of years as she sought more power for this exact reason, her older self still couldn’t help but feel helpless as Eris began to feel a familiar kind of warmth at her crotch.

No matter how much she tried to will herself to move, the Mad Dog acted like more of a cowardly mutt since she couldn’t move her body while feeling the urine soak her panties and run down the thighs of her pants. Every time she wanted to fight Orsted again, this is how she always ended up as the Dragon God’s fingers stopped just short of piercing Rudeus, but the redhead still couldn’t stop from shaming herself in her panties. All Eris could do was shiver in place as her bladder voided into her pants, running the length of her clothes until squishing down into her boots. Otherwise, the rest of her piss puddled up underneath her shoes, furthering her embarrassment in such a pathetic situation for a girl who sought to defeat this man to save her beloved.

However,

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Checking her phone again, Shiori shifted again on her crinkly butt as she looked over to the green-haired girl to her side as the moonlight of the open window fell upon her. Ceres Fauna. Just a week ago, she was her nerd of a senpai, and Shiori couldn’t help but enjoy the gothic makeover she had given to her. It didn’t hurt that Fauna was already into a lot of goth and emo music, having a hidden side under all that nerdiness. In addition, the vegan had taken to wearing diapers pretty easily, although Shiori had some trouble keeping her in disposable diapers as she saw the flash of green cloth from under Fauna’s skirt as her friend shifted as well. “So, uh, when is your friend getting here? It’s just past nine now, and we still have school tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah, don’t worry, she just had to sneak out. Her parents go to bed early, so just give it a- ping Oh, she’s just outside.” With the sound of a text ringing out, the third girl was finally about to make her appearance, as Shiori had been waiting for. As much as she pushed forth to be more of a goth girl, her nerdy side couldn’t help but scream at her to get to bed early on a school night. However, Shiori was a bit curious to see more of her senpai as Shiori moved toward the window to see her down below. Her mom was already probably going to throw a bit of a fit that someone was showing up this late, but they had talked about having a sort of sleepover together anyway.

It only took Shiori a moment to almost pop her head out of the window to look at her senpai when someone else’s head popped up in the window instead. As shameful as it was to admit, Shiori stumbled back and landed on her butt as the sound of hissing rose up in the air. She didn’t realize how much she had been holding it before but the black-and-white-haired goth girl felt the front of her diaper warm up as she saw the brown-haired girl climb through the window.

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Super Arfoire ends up in the Ultradimension after her evil spirit is banished from True Arfoire, and she rushes to the Planeptune basilicom to have a rematch with Neptune, who she assumes is too weak from their battle for a second round, only to find Plutia napping instead. Arfoire’s arrival wakes Plutia up early from her nap and she gets specially upset upon seeing it’s Arfoire back for another beating, so she transforms into Iris Heart as an interdimensional pang hits her bladder and she starts having an accident. Iris Heart cooes about how cute of a peepeepants Arfoire is and forces her into a diaper after stripping her, even throwing chastity and a collar into the mix for a little bit of roleplay together as she promises not to hurt the witch if Arfoire plays along. Then Arfoire acts like a brat while they’re out and about as Sadie physically abuses her and even almost ballbusts Arfoire in her diaper until the witch breaks down while pissing and shitting herself out of fear and pain. With the broken witch, Iris has Arfoire suckling at her chest on a nearby bench to calm her down and reassure her that if she’s a good girl, then she won’t get hurt anymore. Maybe Arfoire is back and forth until Sadie gropes near her balls through her diaper and the CPU blurts out her diaper even more to the point of leaking and needing a change. Neptune and Nepgear come across Sadie to the point of Neptune peeing herself a little and Nepgear partially pooping herself, only for Plutia to transform back to normal as she still needs to change with baby Arfoire. And then later cut to padded Arfoire suckling from Plutia’s flat chest before they nap to end it off.

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Feeling the weight behind her arms and something binding her wrists and ankles, IF couldn’t help but finally open her eyes as she felt a sharp twinge in her abdomen. All she could remember was going out on a guild mission to capture Arfoire and- Arfoire! Looking around the room as the fog in her head was clearing up, it was an investigation into Arfoire’s supposed base that had gotten her into this. Not that she could specifically remember how she got knocked out, but as she scoped out her surroundings, this appeared to be a bedroom.

Huh, now that was a little unexpected, but keeping your enemies close was a smart move on Arfoire’s part, as much as Iffy was hesitant to compliment the Deity of Sin potentially. Arfoire didn’t deserve any kind of praise, aside from how well she tied knots as the brown-haired girl struggled against her binding. At least, the witch had been kind enough to give her a wooden chair to sit on, but that was at the cost of her coat, leaving her in just her black tank top and shorts. As well she was left with a pair of aching needs between the fullness of her bladder and pressure on her asshole.

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Turning yet another page of her tome, the Plegian dark mage could already hear the crunching of grass outside of her tent, along with an all too familiar crinkling. Even while ignoring the obvious smell, something that could normally be summed up as the result of one of her potions, Tharja knew all too well who it was that was about to disturb her. Or that wanted to disturb her but was hesitant until she called out, “Come on in if you want, princess. We both know what you’re here for.” A small eep could be heard from the obvious visitor and in but a moment, a crop of blonde hair entered the tent.

Tharja could see her nervousness already as Lissa kind of stood there, fidgeting from foot to foot and looking toward the ground instead of her. Almost like looking at a lost puppet, although the Plegian girl knew better as she loudly sighed out. “I don’t have all day, you know. If you need something, just spit it out already unless you want me to get it out of you for you.” Peeking up again from her book, a range of emotions went over Lissa’s face and, despite her comfortable position, the mage got out of her chair and strutted over to the princess as she saw a blush flare up.

Not that it was her fault when the princess couldn't speak up properly, even gripping her dress before muttering out, “Please be gentle this time…” before Tharja got behind her. Gentle, eh? Normally, the blonde girl was a bit more bratty and immature, although only the latter would apply as Tharja ran a finger along Lissa’s spine. Those shivers were so cute but the subsequent sound of tearing was so much more appealing to hear as Lissa’s scream went up in the air. “I thought I told you to be gentle! Why do you always have to do this…” The princess’s hands went to cover her delicates, namely her light yellow bra around her petite chest and the yellow-stained diaper hugging her waist. Even for being a small girl, Lissa still had something to flaunt, and only more with how full her diaper was.

Unsurprising as of late but Tharja couldn't help it as the princess had been coming to her for some issues after an incontinence hex. Such a simple one to fix and yet, Tharja had found herself changing Lissa’s diapers for a couple of weeks now. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the hex or something more. Still, the mage didn't mind as she enjoyed embarrassing the princess like this, especially as it seemed that Lissa had an interesting attraction to her. Not that Tharja didn’t find interest in the princess either, especially as her focus dispersed once Lissa’s niece ended up stealing Robin’s heart.

Oh well, there was someone else to focus on now as Tharja draped one hand over Lissa’s shoulder while the other pulled out the back of her diaper. “Yet another completely full diaper. You even managed to soak all of the way to the top of the material, and don’t think I can’t see how much waste is in there too. Princess, are you even trying to make an attempt at re-potty-training or do you just enjoy being changed by me so much?” A silly notion and yet, that was the only one she could think of as to why Lissa would keep coming back to her. After all, she was the disgusting stalker of the army and a Plegian to make it worse.

Either way, no matter her interests or native nationality, the dark mage could see Lissa’s cheeks burning from the side and her lips trying to find the words to defend herself. “Hey, y-you know this is because of a hex that you said was too strong. A Yllissean princess and a lady would n-never stoop that low unless needed otherwise…”

“A lady who still wears diapers like an infant? You know, I wasn't sure how much you and Lucina had in common when it's more like baby Lucina that you share a certain trait with, wouldn't you say?” Letting her diaper return to its natural position, Tharja couldn't help but notice the top of Lissa’s ass peeking out with how much her diaper dropped, just another cute little detail for her. “But you'll have to excuse my manners, even if I might need you to tell me what to do. Even as a mage, I'm sure I can be knightly enough for a princess~” The Plegian pulled away from behind Lissa to shift in front of her, even going so far as to take a knee in front of her.

After all, Tharja had been specifically chosen by the princess to change her diapers, and after some reclassing into certain classes for a time, a certain kind of knightly sarcasm coated her words as she took Lissa’s hand. “Now what would you like me to do, my princess? Give me your orders and I shall do them for- *hiiiiiisssss” Flaring out her nose for a moment, the mage couldn’t tell if she should sigh or chuckle when it came to a situation like this. “I can’t even be dramatic without you pissing yourself. What do you have to say for yourself?” Returning to full height to tower just enough over the blonde pottypants, Tharja let her resting bitch face do the work for her as she looked down upon Lissa.

Immediately, whines and whimpering came from the princess as Tharja couldn’t stop a wicked smile from forming on her face. “S-see, I told you the hex is still causing me problems! It’s not like I got a little too flustered by you acting all knightly

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Taking deep breaths in and out as she looked at the wet spot underneath her on her bed, the warmth of her accident had long since faded, and now Minna only felt the clammy shame of having wet herself in her sleep. To think that a veteran witch and the commander of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing would end up having nocturnal enuresis like this was utterly shameful, and only more so as Minna knew that she had been trying to keep her unit from doing just this as well. However, she had never expected the commander herself to be afflicted by it, no doubt after how draining last night’s attack by the Neuroi was.

As far as Minna knew, this was more of an issue of exhaustion rather than anything more serious, but it all started as she had noticed an uptick in Sanya’s nightly accidents. With all of their panties on display, the idea of slightly shaming her fellow witch via the embarrassment of having to waddle around in a diaper came to mind, especially to counteract Sanya's not remembering to use the bathroom before crashing after a night patrol. Or, maybe Sanya wasn’t even trying to make it to the bathroom in the first place, but that was a worry for a different time.

Instead, her current worries over Sanya’s issues and the occasional other girl, especially Erica, wetting the bed at night manifested into a wet bed of her own as Minna sat atop her accident. Any of the other girls having an accident at night was one thing, but being the commander and knowing she had to follow the standard she had set made her face blush red since she hadn’t wet the bed since she was a young child. That was long before her witch powers had ever manifested, and yet, she faced a different kind of trial now as her ears perked up to the sound of her bedroom door opening.

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Shifting in her seat with a slight crinkle, Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame couldn’t help but check her phone again while Nerissa yapped to her about one thing or another as they sat in the break room at Cover’s offices. As much as she wanted to pay attention to the girl she was supposed to be monitoring, the Exardian queen was focused on a different girl with large breasts as she waited for her to show up. Not that Liz really needed her yet, but a small gurgle came from her stomach as she felt a growing pressure at her rear. Some would call a queen such as herself well-pampered, and one of her senpais made sure that was true after Elizabeth found herself a little too smitten when that blonde girl invaded Great Exardia.

Now, Elizabeth had gone to Japan, but her relationship with her senpai hadn’t changed much as she crinkled in her seat once more, only for her name to be called. “Yes, yes, sorry. I’m still listening, I just got a little distracted.” Setting down her phone, the queen refocused back onto Nerissa, although she could see the songbird’s pouting face.

“And here I was about to invite you for a lunch date, but maybe I should just go ask Shiori instead. I’m sure she would listen to me, or maybe you’ll set your phone down for now.” Nerissa moved her chair closer to the queen and put her hand on Liz’s phone before leaning in toward her. “Come on, surely I’m more important than whoever you might be waiting for unless you don’t want to do a duet with me.” With that, the raven rubbed her should against Liz’s, even going so far as to move her hand up until it pushed the redhead’s phone out of her hand.

Try as she might to defend herself, Elizabeth knew the girl she was monitoring was one of her biggest weaknesses, so she let Nerissa keep going and leaned back against her. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if we went out to lunch, although I was just… I was waiting on one of our senpai, and I didn’t think it was a good idea to keep her waiting.”Shifting in her seat again, Liz could feel the clammy wetness of the padding against her large rear, which was another issue if she stayed in her wet nappy for too long. All she needed to do was just have a spot of time alone with her senpai, and then she could happily go on her date with Nerissa. Without a change, then Liz wasn’t sure what might happen as it felt like more than just butterflies were agitating her stomach.

Still, the redhead knew she couldn’t rebuff Nerissa, especially as the raven pushed on about which senpai she was waiting for. “I mean, if you’re that desperate to meet your senpai, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind joining us. I don’t mind sharing as long as I know you’re still interested in me, you know.” The queen felt her throat tighten as Nerissa nuzzled against her once more, knowing she was utterly in a bind when her relationship with this senpai was rather unusual. Maybe if she tried to explain her situation, then perhaps she could-

“Haachama-chamaaa!” With as much elegance as a bull in a china shop, the door to the break room burst open, and Liz felt a burst of warmth at her crotch. She must have let her thoughts get the best of her just as time got away from her to the point that the front of her nappy grew soggier due to her babydick. Her ass couldn’t help but let out a small squeaker as well, although she could only hope that sound was lost in her senpai’s sudden appearance. “Nappy check time, Lizzie!"

Elizabeth’s face didn’t have the most color due to the weather in Great Exardia, but she felt what little bit there was drain as suddenly, another pair of eyes were focused on her. A different bead of wetness bloomed at her forehead compared to the kind in her nappy, but even without soiling herself, the queen knew she was in deep shit and could only play it off the best she could. “Oh, s-senpai, that’s quite the silly way to phrase that. I think you must mean ‘nonny’ or something like that since the Queen of Great Exardia would never wear something as infantile as a nappy. Oooohoho!” Pulling away from Nerissa as she stood up, Liz hoped to avoid the smell of her pissy pampers, as well as praying she might be able to stop her senpai before it was too late.

Needless to say, Elizabeth felt the wet squish of her nappy with every step as she closed the gap between herself and Haachama, although she couldn’t help her rose-colored cheeks. “Senpai, if you don’t mind, Nerissa wanted to take me out for lunch, so I’m afraid I’ll have to take a rain check for our lunch together if you don’t mind that.

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Waddling through St. Gloriana’s school halls, Alice Shimada was back and forth on whether she should bother changing her diaper before bed. Almost surprisingly, this school was relatively progressive in terms of wearing diapers for sensha-do, unlike other schools that tried to court her, like Anzio. The Italian girls never made the best impression on the thirteen-year-old prodigy anyway, and so Alice had chosen to go with the British girls instead, although there was one particular reason why she almost went with Ooarai or Kuromorimine instead as she felt the back of her diaper suddenly pulled out.

Needless to say, the prodigy knew St. Gloriana’s wasn’t full of perverts, although one lady there was always more than excited to check the fullness of her underwear as Alice heard a familiar voice behind her. “Ah, was someone looking to get her nappy changed before bedtime? You know, you can come straight to me whenever you need one if you like.” Alice didn’t need to look behind her to know who it was before Darjeeling started speaking, and hearing the term ‘nappy’ only highlighted who it was, as Alice had come to dislike that word.

If anything, the young, padded girl wasn’t sure if it was the term itself or just how much Darj said it that bugged her, but either way, Alice pulled away from Darj’s grip and did an about-face toward her. For a moment, she pursed her lips as her shyness got the best of her, but Miho’s influence helped her mumble out a soft, “N-no, thank you. I’m alright.” Even after being at St. Gloriana’s for a time, her meekness off the battlefield hadn’t improved the most, although it was still improving.

That modesty didn’t account for Darj’s teasing, however, and Alice recoiled a step back when the commander reached to pinch her cheek. “Alright, well, if you say so. Just remember, I’ll always be more than delighted to change the nappy of a little girl as cute as you are. I’ll even do it in the middle of the night if you come to my room~” As fast as she appeared, so did the blonde commander as Alice watched her retreat down the hall. That word still lingered in her mind as Alice couldn’t help but be bugged about how often Darj liked to say ‘nappy’, to the point that Alice wondered if there was something she could do about it…

Actually, there was something the prodigy could do about it as Alice looked down the hallway where Darjeeling disappeared, although it took her a moment to will herself to start heading that way. While she could be less shy with Miho or the Bermuda trio, there was a certain nervousness in how controlling she could be regarding others. Even as a former commander, Alice was occasionally hesitant to take charge, but her dislike of Darj’s vocabulary was enough to will her toward St. Gloriana’s commander’s room.

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Raven stealing Rosemary's clothes over time and finally he has enough to dress in her black panties (with her name written on it), black short shorts, black-and-white thigh highs, white spaghetti straps, and a black off-the-shoulder sweater that highlights how effeminate he is with his long black hair, and so he soils himself out in public at the mall and waddles on over to the adult diaper section to tease himself and maybe take some pictures when he runs into his mom who doesn't seem to recognize him in girly clothes and make-up before helping changing him into an adult diaper, teasing him about what a cute 'girl' he makes despite not mentioning his obvious babydick, and finally ending off with recommending that he stays in diapers if he's going to have accidents out in public before walking off, only to stop and add a remark of "dinner is at 7, and make sure to wash those panties since I'm sure your sister will want those back" as she finally leaves, just as Raven wets himself without thinking

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Plutia feeding mac and cheese to padded Iffy before letting her nap on her lap, only for Arfoire to break in. The deity says she's prepared for the goddess this time but Plutia quietly fumes about how Arfoire shouldn't wake Iffy up unless she wants a heel lodged so far up her ass that taking it out will make her permanently need diapers, mention measurements of how Sadie's heel will go so far up Arfoire's ass that Arfoire will taste her own shit, maybe something about how Plutia just changed Iffy, so if she craps her diaper then Arfoire will be cleaning it up with her mouth, something about checking Iffy when hearing peeing noises but then realizing that Arfoire wet herself from the threats, and when Plutia has enough and tells Arfoire to run, Arfoire instead has the runs as she freezes up in cowardice, shitting herself with her hands on her ass, and Plutia takes pity on the pantyshitting hag by telling her that if she stays put, sucks her thumb, and lets Iffy nap properly, then Plutia will change Arfoire instead of sending the deity of shit home in her crap-filled panties.

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ID002 - Artoria Pendragon
Looking at the note in her hand, Gudako furrowed her brow as da Vinci’s explanation didn’t sit well. The master usually received a pack of diapers after more challenging missions, due to the stress of enduring Chaldea’s various situations. However, a second pack was on her bed this time, along with a note about Artoria Pendragon. Something about incidents in the cafeteria started occurring ever since she summoned the King of Knights to Chaldea, which put a strain on the kitchen staff in multiple ways.

In the meantime, Gudako found herself too busy with farming for QP to learn more about these incidents when she first heard about them, but if even da Vinci was telling her to intervene, she didn’t have much of a choice, did she? Almost surprisingly, her diaper survived the night with only minor wetting, leaving Gudako to quickly dress in her usual mystic code before swiping a diaper from the package.

As the master left her room, Gudako turned the diaper over in her hands. Blue and gold fit Artoria well as she looked over the design. It almost made the orange-haired girl a little envious when da Vinci only provided medical diapers to her. Part of her wished she had swapped to one of these, but first, she had to deal with whatever issue Artoria was having that required diapers. The note left a lot of details up in the air, so Gudako could only imagine it was a similar situation to her own, or perhaps something to do with the king’s lost childhood. After all, Artoria drew the sword from the stone at the age of 15, and this was during a time long before the current modern luxuries available in Chaldea.

Speaking of, the cafeteria’s door opened for her, and thus, Gudako finally got to see what the issue was. More specifically, it was a brown bulge at Artoria’s rear. From the smell alone, she knew exactly what happened in the servant’s underwear, and yet, Saber kept eating without a care despite the load of shit handing over the open rear of the cafeteria seat. Multiple near-empty plates lay across the wide table, and Gudako shot a glance over to the serving counter to see the nervousness on EMIYA and Tamamo Cat’s faces. When da Vinci said she had to figure this out, Gudako admittedly didn’t think it was going to be this shitting of a situation as quite the brown stain contrasted the blue material of the servant’s skirt.

The orange-haired master hesitated for a moment as she observed the gluttonous servant finish up a leg of mutton, but Gudako steeled herself when Saber raised her arm to call for seconds. Or whatever number of meals the servant was on at this point, but Gudako grabbed Saber’s wrist and pulled it back down. “Artoria, you’ll have to excuse me for being too busy as of late, but it’s time to put an end to this. If I had to guess, this isn’t your first mess in the cafeteria, huh?” With how casual the servant acted with her panties full of crap, that was an easy guess for Gudako to make.

Then, with how Saber blushed, the master knew she hit the nail on the head, especially when the servant put down the leg of lamb. “A king knows how to handle herself, master. The food in Chaldea is of higher priority than the cleanliness of my underwear, and I can’t stop to attend to visit the lavatory since the food will get cold.” For being the King of Knights, Saber’s logic was childishly flawed, as Gudako blinked at her a few times to make sure she heard her right. This was the King of Knights. This was the one who pulled the sword from the stone and sought the holy grail. This was the king who defeated the beard-stealing giant, Rhita Gawr, and then the Knight of Treachery, Mordred.

And now, Artoria was the king of shitting herself while gorging herself on food. If anything, Gudako half-expected to see Saber being a lardass with all of the finished plates, but she already saw where all of it went, leaving the master to put her foot down. “Artoria, because of you, there’s a new rule in the cafeteria: If you soil yourself, you can’t continue eating until you wear a diaper. That’s all, but we’re getting you changed right now if you want your feast to continue.” The orange-haired master pushed the last plate of food away and replaced it with a diaper in front of the Arthurian servant.

Silence fell over the cafeteria as Gudako challenged her servant, and Artoria swung out of her seat with a noticeable squish. “Master, this is ridiculous. I am a king, not some infant. Once upon a time, I might’ve let my master choose my underwear, but a nappy is too far this time.” Even with shit in her knickers, Saber maintained some level of pride for herself, although Gudako knew how to play this game.

Taking a deep breath, Gudako lifted her hand as the command seals burned bright. “Saber, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I’m not above playing dirty to get your dirty rear in this diaper, or you’ll have no bathrooms to use but your panties from now on. Which also means you won’t be allowed in the cafeteria anymore either until you settle on wearing diapers.” Artoria’s eye winced upon hearing that last part, and her servant’s battle stance relaxed in the meantime.

The Saber-class servant closed her eyes and took a deep breath of her own before sighing out. “I relent, master. If you do desire to choose my underwear, I’ll allow it. However, I demand dessert when we’re finished with the change.” Despite the servant shifting the goal posts, Gudako had to admire Saber’s resolve as she could see how serious the servant was about getting her dessert.

Chaldea’s master couldn’t hold back a laugh when Artoria was so hellbent on getting her food, but dessert was easy to do. “All the ice cream and cookies and brownies you could ever want, but a diaper comes first. Come on, I’ll even change you this time since I need one of my one.” With that, Gudako grabbed the diaper and Saber’s hand before leading the wide-eyed servant toward the door back to the hallway.

Artoria blinked a few times upon hearing her master’s words, and Gudako could see various thoughts processing in her mind. “You will have to excuse me, master. I did not realize you required nappies. Otherwise, I would have understood your wisdom on this issue sooner. If nappies are what you desire me to wear, then my underwear is up to you.” As Saber squished along behind her, Gudako opened her mouth to respond, although she figured it was best to let that mistake go instead of making Saber rechallenge her.

Dealing with the Saber-class servant was a surprising challenge for Gudako, but that was how it went in Chaldea sometimes, as the sounds of Artoria’s mushy tush echoed in the hallway behind her. She had a lot of work ahead of her, but at the very least, Gudako knew she had managed to get Artoria to be the King of Nappies.

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Saber being fed fish and chips by Irisviel when Gudako comes in with diapers, Iri upset when she wanted to diaper Artoria but she'll settle for giving milk to the cups and she doesn't mean with bottles, Saber is wearing a bib and tries to say diapers would wound her pride as a king, only to buckle when Gudako points out her childish traits, although it's too late for Saber as her desperation runs out and she has an accident in front of her master. Thus, the king of knights turns into the king of nappies as she accepts Gudako’s deal for dessert tickets in exchange for wearing diapers from then on, misinterpreting her master’s original deal of just wearing them in the cafeteria.

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ID026 - Boudica
(Nero flogging/spanking a defeated Boudica until she shits herself)

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ID076 - Mordred
Meant to be a redo of that super old Lancer Alter and Mordred story I did way back when

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ID099 - Medb
Medb getting babied in another Chaldea by that Gudako while her Gudako thinks she's getting fucked, maybe Astolfo or Cú chiming in about her being such a whore, and a final tease by a passerby Scáthach that perhaps Medb wants to be coddled instead of fucked, only for none of the guys to agree. Ultimately, Medb is getting diapered and babied in Gudako’s Chaldea, possibly being fucked during a diaper change before heading back and hinting at her fun in the other Chaldea with a crinkle to her step as she smells of baby powder.

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ID142 - Ishtar
shtar and Gudako being naughty with each other. Probably Ishtar focusing more on how she’s the one who’s best for relieving Gudako’s horniness, even just in pull-ups, and then actual pooping involved in the pull-ups. Maybe something to do with Ishtar making sure her pull-up leaks because she’s curious about wearing diapers with her master next time they have some fun together.

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ID224 - Sitonai
Gudako is getting back from a mission where Iri is teasing Sitonai about whether she needs a diaper change, but Sitonai asserts her maturity despite her host body's immaturity. However, Sitonai notices her master lying about feeling alright after a mission when Iri extends the diaper offer to her as well. So, Sitonai gets diapers and a pacifier from Da Vinci before pushing her master to rest, especially when Gudako is visibly stressed out in her room, as Sitonai invades. Sitonai makes Gudako cuddle with her as the servant sings Die Lorelei, although Sitonai has to use her diaper in the meantime to avoid waking her resting master.

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ID310 - Barghest
Buff, big-dicked Barghest gets hit protecting Gudako and soils herself during a battle, leading to Gudako taking care of her and making her rest while she recovers. Barghest starts to gain weight while recovering and can’t shake it off, barely fitting in her maid outfit while being a maid for Gudako until she realizes too late that she needs the bathroom. Ends with fat, slobby, babydicked Barghest blowing out her diaper and getting changed by her enchanted master, especially as Gudako wishes other strong ladies like Penthesilea or Caenis would become fat diapered slobs like Barghest.

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Maid Barghest is desperate for the potty but Gudako delays her until she has an accident in her panties, leading to her stripping Barg, using a gem from Merlin to give Barg a babydick, and then she collars Barg before changing her former made into a rocket shop-themed nappy and taking her new puppy for a walk until Barg uses her diaper and gets praised by being jerked off through it by Gudako

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Sitting up on her futon, Mahiro took a deep breath as she felt the lukewarm clamminess of her bedsheets clinging to her wet butt and thighs. At this point, bedwetting wasn’t all too unfamiliar to the genderbent girl, but, hm… This was a unique bulge underneath her… In the back of her mind, the silver-haired bedwetter knew what had happened this time while she was asleep, and it didn’t help that she slept all the way until past noon again. Usually, she made sure she wasn’t too exhausted when playing Imagical Online, but yesterday was somehow more tiresome than usual. Momijo was always too much of a handful in that game, and both of them stayed up a bit too late as Friday night evolved into Saturday morning.

However, Mahiro experienced a different kind of evolution, as a disgusting stench of pissiness and messiness effused throughout her room the moment she lifted off her comforter. It wasn’t like she had the prettiest smelling room in the first place, even after getting rid of the majority of her old boy clothes, but even she could tell how obvious it was that she didn’t just wet the bed this time.

Slowly but surely, the genderbent home security guard rose from her soiled futon, although it wasn’t her pajamas clinging to Mahiro that bugged her. Rather, the bulk of her messier accident squished with every step toward the mirror, before Mahiro saw just how badly she shit herself. And to think, it was only recently that her friends were saying how mature and motherly she was, all while her bedwetting and now bedmessing started soon after.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

If there was one thing Gigi Murin, of Hololive Justice, was allergic to, it’d be quietness. If there was a second thing, it’d be not being around sexy women, and thus, Justice’s gremlin was banging on the door of a certain Miss Calliope Mori. Her morning turned out to be very interesting as Liz sent her on a particular errand for some big plan to invade Advent’s headquarters, but something yearned within Gigi’s heart when she got to the aisle where the supplies were.

With a rustling back at her side, a strong part of the gremlin wanted to enjoy these with Cece, but the automaton didn’t have quite the thing she was looking for. Well, more like a pair of things, although Calli had something else Gigi was after. As rambunctious as she loved to be, like a shark that has to keep swimming to survive, she wasn’t being true to herself. No, there was one thing she really wanted, and the apartment door finally swung open as Gigi smiled ear to ear. “Mori Calliope! Mori Calliope! Have I got a deal for you!” Her hand gripped harder at the bag, just as it elicited a soft crinkle.

The grim reaper’s apprentice, on the other hand, was still dressed in her black nightie, and her sleep mask was barely lifted above her eyes, not doing anything to conceal the messiness of her bedhead. Nor was Calli doing anything to conceal the messiness of her diaper as the tired reaper shifted her legs with an audible crinkling and squishing. It was unclear whether Calli forgot she had a diaper sagging from her waist or if she didn’t give a single damn about it, but Gigi’s eyes drifted down to the bulge drooping from under the reaper’s nightie. “Beautiful woman in a dirty diaper… Whoa…”

Taking a deep breath in through her nose, Mori slowly breathed out through her mouth before curling in her lips. “Gigi, I swear… Just get in here already.” Before the gremlin could object, the grim reaper’s apprentice in potty training pulled her fellow streamer into her apartment and slammed the door shut behind them. “Alright, let’s get something straight: I’m only wearing this because I get really tired and don’t feel like getting up to tinkle at night when I need my beauty sleep. Got it?” With that, she pulled down her nightie as well as she could, but stopped once Gigi’s eyes slid up to the pink-haired pottypants’ big, almost revealed tits.

“It smells like you did a lot more than just pee yourself, you know~ But what a coincidence for why I’m here!” Gigi tossed the plastic bag down in front of Calli, and part of the bag slipped down to reveal the contents: Diapers.

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Taking a deep breath through her nose, Kronii softly sighed, and that sigh slowly evolved into a yawn. As Bae and IRyS painted their nails in front of her in their respective red and pink nighties, the warden of time opted for a much simpler set of standard navy blue pajamas while she felt the brunt of a day of social interactions. She hadn't even planned on joining the sleepover, but when Mumei, Fauna, and Sana bowed out after their brunch together and subsequent shopping this afternoon, the blue-haired girl was left as the third wheel to her active friends, even if both of them thoroughly insisted they wanted her around.

After all, Kronii didn't want to think of herself as a third wheel anyway, although she noticed the constant flirting between IRyS and Bae. All while Kronii struggled to keep her eyes open, including barely fluttering them open as she heard her name called a few times. “Huh? What was that?" Sitting up off of the side of the couch in the living room, she directed her attention toward her wild-haired genmate.

Red nails now adorned the Aussie rat’s now-tripped fingertips, and she readjusted herself as soon as she got Kronii’s attention. "Aw, Kronini, you don't have to stay awake for us, ya know. IRyS and I are almost done anyway if you want to start getting ready for bed.” The futons were already laid out in her room, but Kronii hadn't wanted to leave the party early if she was the only one feeling tired. If anything, she was surprised she was the only tired one as Bae had gone wild as usual with their holiday get-together, and IRyS wasn't too far behind her.

Speaking of, the nephilim enjoyed blue and pink nails, and just like Bae’s, all of the nails were trimmed down. If Kronii didn't assume better of her friends, then she knew what that could likely mean. And yet, the warden didn't call them out while IRyS backed Bae up. “It’s really fine if you're that tired. And we’re squatting at your place anyway for the sleepover, so it’s alright to turn in early, Kronii." Just one of the girls was convincing enough for her, although it was tough for the blue-haired clock to fight against both when she was having a hard enough time against tiredness.

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Staring down the barrel of the Winchester rifle, Battler wasn’t sure how many times he had endured this scene. His aunt-in-law, Natsuhi, once more pointed the sawed-off rifle at him and the others, although Battler was her main target right now. “C-come on, I told you I only saw Beatrice once when she peeked out of that door to let Shannon in, but I’ve never been in that room.” He glanced to his side as the maid’s attention drew toward them, although she remained standing by the couch for now.

Instead, Natsuhi was the one shifting about, although Battler knew better than to call out the obvious when he had a gun pointed in his face. If he were any little bit dumber, he might’ve mentioned how it looked like his aunt-in-law was doing a potty dance, and he probably saved his brain from being splattered by holding his tongue.

Maria, on the other hand, wasn’t the kind of girl who was mature enough to properly read the room, nor was she mature enough to hold in certain needs for so long. A soft whine came from behind Battler, but it wasn’t until Natsuhi pointed the rifle toward Maria that he partially turned and moved between the ladies. The youngest Ushioromiya sat criss-cross in front of the television with Jessica, trying to calm her down, but the short-haired girl’s usual whimpering came about without her mother around. “Uuuuuuu! Potty, potty! Uuuuuu!”

“Maria, please, just calm down and let me see if Natsuhi will let you use the bathroom. We can even go as a group!” Jessica softly rubbed the younger girl’s back, although Battler could see she knew she wasn’t going to convince Maria. Worse yet, if Natsuhi’s desperation was obvious enough, then Maria’s bouncing bottom was more than clear enough for what she had to do.

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Maybe, just maybe, witches are real… Battler couldn’t shake that thought from his mind after the scene that unfolded in front of him shocked him to his core. After however many games with Beatrice, she always found one way or another to corner him, but every once in a while, the blonde beauty managed to pull out an old secret of his that couldn’t be explained otherwise. “There’s no way you could know that happened… No one ever found out about it!” “Kihihihihi! You should be asking yourself who didn’t know what you did, actually. After all, it’s not every day a preteen such as yourself commits such a disgusting act! Truly, I thought better of you, Battler, but it seems you’re still such a child after all. Yes, a child who-” “Stooooppppp! Just… stop…” Collapsing to his hands and knees in front of Beatrice, there was one truth Battler didn’t want to admit. Even he, of all the Rokkenjima residents and guests, had a dirty little secret from the last time he was on the island. Battler couldn’t believe Beatrice was using something like that against him, and, as he heard the witch’s heels clack against the floor, his spirit was weakening. For as many times as he could flip the chessboard over, there were some things he didn’t want flipped over, in his heart and certain other places. However, even if he wanted her to stop, Beatrice’s assault was endless, especially as she squatted down in front of him and lifted Battler’s chin. “Sweetie, did you stop when your bedsheets cried for you to stop wetting them back in 1980?” Battler cringed upon hearing the truth, especially as his face felt a familiar warmth from tears streaking his cheeks. He wanted to deny it with all his will, but his will was fading as Beatrice put him in check. All Battler could do was sniffle in front of Beatrice, and his voice cracked as he tried to defend himself however he could. “I swear, I just spilled my water. That was all.. I didn’t… I didn’t wet the bed…” “Battler, honey, we both know you did more than just wet the bed. Do I have to spell it out for you?” “Please… d-don’t…” “Battler… I know you wet your bed on Rokkenjima Island in 1980 and subsequently stole one of Maria’s diapers to keep your sheets dry the next morning.” No matter how many times the Seven Stakes slaughtered his body and no matter how many times he saw his family murdered in the name of the ritual of the Golden Witch, the mental anguish of hearing those words in red was an utterly cruel red sword that stabbed straight through Battler’s heart. “Come, boy, you hid your bedsheets well and swiped your cousin’s diaper, but how could a witch not know about the patheticness of such a young boy? Kihihihi!” Beatrice’s laughing was the salt to Battler’s wound, especially as he felt himself growing ever smaller in Beato’s shadow. No matter how much he tried to hide the truth from six years ago, the fact that the golden witch knew of his crime made it ever more impossible to hide the truth, leaving him to flail hopelessly. “

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Shifting back and forth in the long line, Sophie looked to her best friend and couldn’t believe the goth girl wasn’t as desperate as she was. As the evening was getting on, the streetlights illuminated Sophie’s tanned skin and her slightly ginger hair, although her family didn’t come all the way from Greece and Ireland just so she could piss her jeans in line for an alt-rock band. Not that she wouldn’t say this band was worth pissing her pants over, especially since she almost needed a change of panties when Rosemary told her she got tickets for them both, but an accident on what she sort of considered a date was the last thing Sophie needed.

However, even if she wasn't dressed particularly ladylike in black ripped jeans and a tight red tank top, the redhead still felt rather embarrassed at squirming next to her friend, especially as the shorter, gothic girl didn't seem bothered in the least as she sipped on her usual Dr Pepper and Monster concoction. “Christ, Rose, I feel like I'm gonna burst the more I see you drink that. How can you be halfway through that and not be trailing piss everywhere?”

"Well, I mean, eheh… I just have a big bladder, that’s all." Her comment elicited a blush from the goth girl as Rosemary turned away, although Sophie did notice her hand try to subtly press against the front of her crotch, although she couldn't really tell under the baggy hoodie she wore. Maybe her friend was just really good at hiding her desperation, although something stank about this situation.

Of course, Sophie didn't mean the acrid smell of urine that floated around the line snaking out of the back alley venue. The stench of piss got worse as they slowly waddled ahead in line. “Bullshit! I've seen you squirming five minutes into multiple lectures. Come on, Rose, tell me your secret before- Urgh, fuck!" Biting her lip, a spurt of piss escaped Sophie as both hands rushed to her crotch, and the moment was only made worse as she scooted ahead in line with Rosemary, trying not to completely lose control in the endless line.

And yet, the more she pressured her friend, the redder Rosemary’s face turned. "I s-swear, I don't have any secret! I just made sure I don't have to worry about peeing, a-although…” This time, Sophie saw Rosemary’s hand reach toward her rear, but the redhead’s hand struck this time. “Wait, no!” But it was too late for the goth girl as her friend pulled out the back of her jeans.

Sophie blinked a few times as she stared at an ensemble of black skulls on the white background of… a diaper. An adult-sized diaper at that, since she knew there was no way in hell Rosemary’s big ass would fit in a tiny baby diaper. However, the size comparison of the underwear paled in comparison to the mere fact that it took all of the redhead’s restraint not to yell about why her best friend was wearing a diaper to a concert. Instead, she softly hissed, “Okay, fess up right now: Why in the fuck are you wearing a diaper, a-and…” She had to look around a couple of times before continuing. “And, uh… have you been peeing in it? I’m about to spring a leak here, so tell me how much room is still in- hnngh th-there…” Another sharp pang struck Sophie's bladder, and she felt the warmth of a couple of beads of urine running down the fabric against her thighs.

The redhead’s constant shifting should’ve made her desperation more than clear enough to Rosemary, although the panicked goth girl quickly took advantage of Sophie’s predicament to pull away from her. “I told you to wait! You might make me leak…” Rose’s hand reached under the front of her