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  1. Thanks boss, perhaps in another few years.
  2. October 8th Ugh... thought I'd gotten away from this. But I had a transfer and after the physical they brought up journaling. So here we are again. Elesa Killian, Sgt Major. There's been some changes since I last wrote in here but I guess that's not important. Same ol' plastic crap catchers... I called them that to the doctor and got a bit of a reprimand but that's what they are really. The doctor did say something concerning though. She was tracking my progress regarding accidents and said I was having more incidents of bowel and bladder accidents in my pants. At first I thought I was just imagining things a few weeks ago but I guess it's true. The doctor was trying to be nice, said most women have trouble adjusting to new environments; their potty training usually declines when faced with the stressors of a new environment. It's been over a year and I hate that I'm admitting it but I'm wetting the bed almost every night. I'm so done with this shit. If that's the case can I just get acclimated already? I'm at risk of being demoted to rank 4 in the FRMT which really sucks. Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that's what they call adult potty training now, a complete overhaul to the Female Incontinence Management System. They all love their acronyms. Fear Response Mitigation Training it's pretty grueling but at rank 1 I'm in like the upper 10% of all women or something. It also means I'm authorized to wear panties. We'll, they're almost regular panties they have an absorbent liner but it doesn't hold much. They feel like regular panties though even if I do have to wear an incontinence pad too. I was pretty close to rank 0 but now I'm regressing it seems. It's not fair! It's bad enough I have to wear a Vanguard at night. Oh, yeah they started renaming everything as well which I guess helps take some of the sting off it. It's really just a goodnite though, whatever. I guess it keeps my sheets dry. I know the other women are jealous I get to wear panties even if I earned it. I got in a somewhat heated debate with some hot shot on base while we were in the gym. She has that stupid side shave which... oh who am I kidding she's fucking hot she could throw me around any day. I think her name is Signe, ripped, tall, blonde but she must be rank 2 or 3. I could tell she was wearing a bulky diaper below her skimpy gym shorts. Especially when she was using the leg press machine. She might hit a higher pr but at least I can keep my pants clean. After squats she approached when I was taking a drink of water. She looked irritated and admittedly I might have antagonized her somewhat when I asked her if she needed her diaper changed, pointed down the hall towards the medical wing and changing rooms. She turned bright red and floundered for a second but quickly pointed out maybe I wasn't ready for my big girl panties. It was my turn to be embarrassed when I finally noticed I had leaked... pretty heavily. My guardian pad was soaking wet and I could feel the leg of my sweat pants sticking to my thigh. Worst of all there was a small puddle on the floor at the squat rack. I hadn't even noticed I was pissing myself with each squat. I may have overreacted and got in her face about higher rank and that she was just jealous. Sometime during the exchange I'm pretty sure she pooped her diaper. Eventually she stormed off but ugh my sweat pants were dripping with urine and I just wanted to get the hell out of the gym as quickly as possible. October 9th I woke up messy. It's one thing to wake up having peed the bed but when you wake up with a mess in your diaper it's so demoralizing. So yeah... I pooped my diaper in my sleep and when I woke up I could just feel it squished everywhere. To make matters worse I overslept. I can't remember the last time I overslept. I had to rush to get cleaned up, had I not been messy I probably would have just gone out like that but as I was... that wasn't happening. We had combat drills. Since I was transferred it'd been a while since I'd been in an exercise like this. I'd been keeping up at the range and working out but I'll admit I was pretty nervous to be in a live exercise. To make matters worse that woman I'd had a bit of a incident with in the gym yesterday was leading the opposing team. I don't think she stopped glaring at me the entire time before we deployed. They were defending and we were the assaulting force. It's always unnerving trying to lead a team if you're unfamiliar with your team members. Fuck... it was just a total disaster. Two of the squad were eliminated on approach which just left three of us. I didn't envy them they may just be sim rounds but they still fucking hurt. They both shuffled away to go get changed rubbing their bruises. The whole exercise honestly just a blur afterwards. I think I'd already pissed myself on the approach. Not enough to make my pad leak but I could feel it wet and warm pressing against me. One of the others I think it was Christi she'd pissed her pullup too. I could see the signs of a leaking diaper on her thighs. God... I hate the fact that I can tell what kind of underwear a woman is wearing by the wet stains on her pants. She didn't last much longer as we made our way through the winding corridors. All I heard was gunfire and the grunts of pain. I knew there wasn't much chance for success now, I don't think we'd taken out a single defender. We could hear their footsteps all around us. My last squad member and I split up to I don't know maybe get lucky and reach the objective. I sure as fuck didn't reach it. Mercifully it wasn't broken but I got the butt of a rifle to the nose. It caught me so off guard I completely pissed myself. I could hear her laughing as it quickly became obvious urine was pouring down my legs. These exercises aren't supposed to have hand to hand but next thing I know we were brawling rifles tossed aside. It was personal for her but I didn't make it fucking easy for her. My pants were soaking wet, blood was running down my face. I went for an elbow to her gut but she caught it, yanked my arm into a hammerlock behind the back. I was still snarling and frothing at the mouth. Managed to reverse and throw another punch but she ducked and swept both legs sent me sprawled out on my back. She raised her fist and I just kind of panicked. I shut my eyes and raised my hands up in a feeble defense. Worse though... I pooped my panties. Badly... really badly... the mess was wet and sticky and just completely filled my panties and leaked into my fatigues. It was the kind of accident that just... one second your fine and the next before you can even react your panties are completely full. It didn't end there though... we kept going for a good few minutes until mp's had to separate us and so we both got to spend the night in a cell to cool off. October 10th Wonderful day in the lockup for the scuffle with Signe. At least we were in different cells, that didn't stop us from staring daggers at each other. Getting locked up for fighting I could handle but... I got put back in maximum protection or as they call it now the "Colossus". Bruised and I hurt all over but that I could handle, being forced to stay in Huggies however was degrading beyond belief, especially when you weren't allowed pants. Being lectured by the base CO while being forced to stand at attention in a diaper is something I pray never to have to repeat. You only get a change every three hours so if you time it right you don't have to sit in a wet... or worse diaper for very long. As the hours ticked away with nothing else to do eventually we turned it into a bit of a competition, seeing who could hold it longer. Maybe it was childish but it was better than doing nothing. I may have a black eye, bandaged nose and more bruises but I nearly made it the whole day before having to use my diaper. Well, after my wet night time diaper was changed. I tried to make sure I was as empty as possible before I got my change. It's an unnatural feeling trying to intentionally use your diaper. Signe however loaded her diaper barely two hours after her first change when a spider made it's presence known in her cell. There was a surprisingly girlish shriek from such a muscular woman followed by a very wet pffbllrt. I may have taken that moment to stand up and stretch making sure she saw that my diaper remained unsoiled. She sheepishly tried to keep her thighs closed to hide the discolored wetness indicators. I was proud of how long I lasted but at some point I had to sneeze and I lost control of my bladder. She looked so smug when I squirmed and whined but my accident wasn't nearly as bad as hers! Even though we both soiled ourselves again towards the end of the day. It was a long day but eventually we were released and I got my panties back, finally free from those accursed diapers. It was good to be back in my own bunk but if I wasn't on probation before from my declining continence I certainly was after that ordeal. October 11th I woke up dry! A small miracle it seemed but my elation would be dampened somewhat. During breakfast at the mess hall someone told me the funniest joke I'd heard all week and I nearly choked on my drink. In the process of what I could only describe as half way between choking and laughing my bladder released and I peed my pants. At least my pad only leaked a little and the absorbent lining on my panties held. I even messed my panties a little. I'd heard rumors though that we'd be getting a new CO on base and well the rumors were true and worse than I could possibly imagine. It was her General Fiona Williams... the most childish, petulant... ugh I just can't. When I saw her walking through the halls. I just kind of hid and froze pressing my back against the wall remembering how she'd tried to make my life hell back on the forward operating base I'd been previously stationed on. I was so surprised I... peed my pants again. This time it was a total release, down my legs, puddled on the floor, pooling in my boots kind of complete and total wetting. My pants were completely soaked. My luck hadn't entirely run out however as I was able to make it back to my room without running into anybody. Fiona was here, on base... I'd have to now spend my days looking over my shoulder now not just for Signe but that damned woman as well. As if my string of bad days couldn't get any worse however I got a message scheduling a mandatory doctor's appointment tomorrow. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I knew what it meant. I was having multiple accidents on a daily basis, wetting my bed nearly every night I was going to be demoted to FRMT rank 4. I just ran my hand across my still sodden panties. Soon panties would just be a distant memory. This day really sucked, scratch that this whole week sucked. October 12th Peed the bed again, so bad this time I leaked all over my sheets too. I'm ashamed to admit I spent the first fifteen minutes sniffling and crying as I was reminded of my looming appointment today. After sitting on the toilet for as long as I could possibly muster to make sure I was as empty as possible I went about my day until my appointment came. My favorite person in the whole world was also waiting for an appointment. General Williams was there of all people. I tried to stay hidden behind an out of date newspaper but she recognized me almost instantly. It was a terse greeting and that was that. I could feel her eyes boring holes through me. Mercifully it didn't take much longer for the doctor to call me in. I don't really feel like rewriting all the details but I was right, regrettably. I still was rank 5 technically but an official notice was being put on my file. I had a week to show some positive improvement in my continence or I would be put at rank 2. Now that I'm officially on probation I have to wear pullups and to add insult to injury I was enrolled in mandatory remedial potty training. Remedial potty training... I'm a grown woman not a toddler! Just because I sometimes have accidents doesn't mean I need remedial potty training! So yeah... back in diapers during the day again, well pullups. At least they're not those bulky tape up Titans. That fact is only worth a small amount of comfort. October 13th Woke up wet again. Should I even mention it anymore? It feels pretty hopeless that I could wake up dry anymore. I was dreading today, remedial potty training, what a joke. I changed out of the sopping wet night time pullup, showered and stared for a while at my drawer of panties with longing. I was tempted to wear a pair anyway but I've heard the punishments for violating FRMT policy are pretty strict. With great reluctance I put on a fresh pullup. I think I spent the next ten minutes staring at myself in the mirror after I pulled on my trousers. Fatigues weren't exactly skin tight jeans but tight enough that if I looked I could make out the faint bulk of what was decidedly not panties. Remedial potty training... fifteen or so of us lucky candidates all sat awkwardly doing our best to avoid eye contact with each other. It's mortifying we're supposed to be some of the best female operatives in the world but here we are being lectured on making it to the potty on time. A varying mixture of undergarments were worn by all the attendees. Everything from what seemed like a rank 1 woman, a large dusky skinned brunette who shifted in her seat uncrossing and recrossing her legs which elicited a loud crinkling from her very bulky diaper. Compared to myself and another dangerous looking tight-lipped blonde who's padding was only faintly visible. She'd been on base for all of two or three days now and again I was running into her. Of all people, she would be in this class too though... from what I remember of her false bravado and bumbling cowardice General Williams ought to have been attending such a seminar. It seems finally her influence had run out and she'd be abiding by the rules the rest of us grunts had to follow. That was made abundantly clear by the thick outline of a diaper beneath her slacks. No more getting away with panties and a pad or even pullups. We greeted each other once again, I called her General and she called me my name. You'd think by where we were I'd get at least a modicum of respect from her but no. At least when a volunteer was called upon mid lecture I was able to avoid being called up to the front. Instead Fiona was called upon to stand in front of the class. I almost broke out snickering when I saw her lip twitch with irritation. I think if she clenched her fist any harder she'd have cut open her own palm. The way she was glaring at the instructor I thought the poor woman at the front of the class might just turn into dust. By the way her voice quivered she definitely was in process of having some sort of accident in her own protection. Fate smiled somewhat upon me as some men who I later found out were loading crates onto a transport outside dropped one of said crates. The resounding crash, shattering of wood and clattering of metal shocked all of us... including me admittedly. But while I let out a small shriek of surprise and started peeing my pullup, jamming a hand hopelessly between my legs. The rest of the class was treated to the sight of General William's panicking. Her eyes wide she flailed her arms about and hunched over noisily having a bowel and bladder accident into her diaper which began to bulge and strain against her pants. The small classroom quickly began to smell of multiple accidents. The large dusky skinned woman whimpered and raised her hand announcing she'd had an accident and her Huggies were leaking. There was a pool of urine puddling around her bottom on the chair. She had managed to leak even through that massive diaper. At least I had only peed myself and managed not to leak. If I'd still be wearing a pad though the large woman wouldn't be the only one who was sitting in a puddle. I don't think a single woman hadn't emptied their bowels or bladder at that moment. The dangerous looking blond I had looked up and down earlier looked petrified and was currently judging by her expression still mid bowel movement. She realized what was happening and red faced leaned up and out of her seat inadvertently thrusting her hips out giving us a better view of her bottom which expanded as she made a mess of her undergarments. So much so that mottled brown splotches began to seep through ever so slightly indicating the severity of her accident. The instructor herself had begun to leak in her trousers, twin wet crescents forming on her pants even as she tried to comfort the crying General. Mercifully the class was adjourned and we were all dismissed. October 14th Woke up wet of course but I don't think dinner agreed with me. I only made it a few steps towards the toilet and pooped my pants standing in the doorway staring at the toilet. It's so demoralizing the be staring at the toilet and just filling your pants with mush. I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my FRMT rank 5. Despite that inauspicious start to my day though I'd been having a pretty good dream... a really good dream actually. It was about that woman, Signe. God... I felt hot, slippery. The dream came back in waves and fuck, I'm not proud to admit it but I pleasured myself still wearing my shitty pullup. At least I could think straight afterwards. It was like I could manifest my thoughts though after hitting the gym and multiple wettings during various lifts I could feel a trickle of urine leak down my thighs and knew it was time to pack it up. I could have kept going but I could feel I needed to poop and wanted to actually use the toilet instead of my pants. When I got back into the lockers Signe was there. We locked eyes immediately. Everything tensed as she stood up, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on end, goosebumps on my skin. My stomach lurched as she drew closer. A few inches taller than me she approached slowly, wearing those gym shorts and riding above the waistband I could see the crinkly wings of a Titan which were plainly obvious given she was only wearing a sports bra. I thought we were about to come to blows, only a scant few words were exchanged. I think she commented about me being in a diaper now, I don't honestly remember. The next thing I know we were face to face and before any fighting came we locked lips. We started making out like horny schoolgirls. I was running my hand all over her body, her abs, her muscular shoulders, groping her through her diaper. I hadn't kissed anyone in a while let alone sloppily made out. She pushed me against the lockers and we continued grossly exploring the confines of each others mouth with our tongues. My stomach gurgled again, I really didn't want to poop my pants. I tried to pull away. I even said I had to poop but Signe just kept her body pressed against mine and mumbled let it happen before hungrily kissing me again. Gods, I don't know what I was thinking and I let it happen. Not that I could have held it any longer and the hunger for her touch. I messed in my pullup as I felt her hands running along my stomach and up my shirt groping at my chest. It was ecstasy making out with Signe, even as I felt my bowels emptying uncontrollably filling the empty seat of my padding. I heard a hissing sound and I think she'd lost control of her bladder wetting her diaper in the heat of the moment. Head empty diaper full it all came to a screeching halt a few moments later when we heard the door start to open. We remembered where we were and what we were doing immediately pulling away from each other panting for breath. I had to wipe the drool from my lips as I waddled to the bathroom to change myself tempted to pleasure myself in a messy Sentinel Pullup for the second time that day. October 15th I can't get Signe out of my head after yesterday. Just a few days ago we were beating the shit out of each other and now I wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and get sweaty. But I had to... I had a FRMT session today. It's like exposure therapy sort of but for all sorts of scary shit... to see how long it takes to make us have an accident. I think it's awful, I don't know a single woman who likes it but the eggheads say it has its benefits. To their credit the sim was pretty incredible. The tech had made leaps and bounds. It was just a VR sim usually sometimes it was a physical examination with a proctor who grilled you on various topics to see if they could make you have an accident. Sometimes I think they even got a kick out of it, fucking degenerates. This time it was a VR sim. They changed me into a Titan, standard operating procedure and it made me appreciate even still being frmt rank 4. The bulk was night and day compared to the Pull-ups Sentinel that I was soon going to be wearing full time. They had decided to standardize the Titan for FRMT examinations due to the amount of leakage and sanitary reasons. God I hated this one. Everyone just called it zombies which, knowing some of the scenarios they developed I wouldn't be surprised if that was something they added to the tests in the future. The record for time spent in the sim without an accident was held by a Commander Alana 26.1 seconds. I think my best was a paltry 15.7 by comparison. The scenario started and honestly I'd rather not think about it. It simulates a gas attack, half melted soldiers all around you, the screams and the... ugh I just peed myself thinking about it. 14 seconds in I lost complete control. I'm sure it looked comical almost. My sitting on the examination chair, strapped into to the VR head mounted display all of a sudden just exploding into my diaper. I wet and soiled myself, badly more than once. I was almost glad to be wearing a Titan. I don't know if even my Sentinel would have held without leaking. A respectable score the proctor assured me but I didn't feel great knowing I had done better before. Not to mention after the sim you have to sit there in a dirty diaper as the examiner sits down to have a conversation and discus the experience with you.
  3. Merry christmas, this chapter may be a little disjointed and rough as it was written over the course of far too long as inspiration waned. Nevertheless, another chapter has been completed. Three days and what did they have to show for it… nothing. For a high profile target like the summoner who didn’t seem to be all that concerned with keeping a low profile he was certainly a difficult person to track down. It was the kind of tedious work that Emelie did not enjoy, following up on leads in person with her team while Lynd scoured the net. At least she and her new, albeit temporary partner Bridgette were getting along swimmingly. She hadn’t even been able to spend much time with Aria after making things official. After work she was too exhausted to do much else other than head home and crash. On the plus side though she’d been managing her accursed incontinence better than anyone on her team and substantially better than Bridgette. The reports that had started being distributed to her in the morning for her to ‘review’ felt perverse in a way. Something so intimate as her team’s bathroom habits should have been private even from her. On the upside though, it afforded her a modicum of pride knowing that she as keeping her pants dry better than her subordinates. Emelie lay in bed, her apartment oddly silent without Lynd crashing on her couch. After waking up dry the previous morning and sitting on the toilet for ten minutes to wring every last drop of urine from her bladder she’d gone to sleep without protection. Feeling emboldened by her success had been a mistake. The clinging sensation of pissy sheets clung to her thighs and the acrid scent of tepid urine stung her nose. Her alarm would soon go off but still she stayed under the covers, despite the urine pooled around her, soaking into her sheets and pajamas. Part of her hoped it had all been a strange and twisted dream but with each passing morning and subsequent pair of sopping wet underwear it seemed like keeping control of her bladder and bowels was just a fantasy. It shouldn’t be put off any longer. She cursed under her breath, finally throwing the covers off. The wet splotch dampened a large portion of her fitted sheet. Worryingly it seemed each time she did wet the bed the stain was larger and larger… Feeling a few errant drops of pee run down her legs she let out a small shudder. Once more the stark reality set in and a sullen mood overtook her. How much longer would she have to deal with this? Was Nyx getting anywhere with her investigation? It was all so frustrating! She hadn’t even realized tears were starting to fall down her cheek. She sniffled a few times, wiping her eyes but still the tears fell. “It… it’s not fair!” she shouted in a cathartic outburst. With her sheets once more in the washing machine along with the mattress cover she dragged herself to the shower. She stood under the water for an inordinate amount of time. Tempted to ignore the alarm she decided against it. She couldn’t just give up, not when there was still a glimmer of hope. Maybe there would be a cure sooner rather than later; she wouldn’t hold her breath though. Another typical morning that would have been unthinkable just a month ago. A month… or was it two or had it only been a few weeks? She rubbed the arch of her nose in irritation. This wasn’t normal, she couldn’t just accept it and give in. She clenched her fingers around the mug of coffee she gulped down. Not wanting a repeat of a few days ago when she shattered her coffee mug in anger she tossed it into the sink storming out the door. She huffed in irritation reviewing the calendar in her implant. She’d forgotten there was a mandatory seminar today for female PrivSec field operatives and seemed to be the first in a series of ‘mandatory’ presentations. The subject was diplomatically titled ‘Dealing with feminine issues on the battlefield’. She sneered at the innocuous euphamism bitterly thinking about what they really meant. “Feminine issues...” she said with an angry scoff. She wasn’t sure what would be better if they were honest about calling it dealing with pissing your pants or their attempt at keeping things ‘mature’. Emelie shifted her thighs together, the faint crinkling of her sentinel causing her to blush. The drive to work could be described as uneventful. The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that they were taking too long to track down this Summoner character couldn’t be ignored. She didn’t want to end up with Walker being displeased at their performance. There was a lot riding on their success. After letting her out the car pulled away leaving her in front of the PrivSec building, as it had so many days before. Hagar was speaking with sharply dressed woman, Emelie could barely make out the faint outline of a large diaper under her mid length skirt. Emelie frowned at the sight. She just couldn’t get used to seeing her fellow agents diapered like toddlers. Her boss simply smiled as she walked past. “Good morning sunshine.” he joked at her dour expression. She huffed, blowing a strand of hair from her face tempted to flip him off. Instead she forced an exaggerated smile. “Yes, I can’t wait to go to our potty training seminar.” she said in a glib tone. The woman he was speaking with blushed brightly at the mention of the seminar. Hagar just laughed again “Careful Blackstar, the DoC has strict guidelines about vocabulary. Wouldn’t want to get written up.” he chided her, turning his attention back to the conversation he was having before. “Fucking kidding me? Vocabulary… what bullshit...” she cursed under her breath as she stormed away. She knew he had nothing to do with the rules and regulations being foisted upon her but at that moment she hated Hagar’s smug, shaved head. She retreated to her office with a second cup of coffee in hand. A second cup was a dicey proposition but in her irritation she didn’t care. Consequences be damned! Slogging through her morning emails sipping at her cup of coffee she sighed. Reading the description of the seminar she had to go to. “Managing incontinence in the workplace.” Her words were filled with venom as she read it aloud. “How ridiculous...” she growled angrily. No matter how it was phrased she couldn’t feel anything but shame and humiliation. PrivSec was spending money so she could cope with peeing her pants. She stewed in brooding silence for some time, passing the time in her office before she would have to go to the seminar. When it the hour came it couldn’t be procrastinated any longer. A cursory check between her legs revealed a pleasant surprise. Her pullup was still dry for now. She was decidedly feeling the effects of the coffee however. Squeezing her thighs together she shut the shades over her office window with a flick of her hand before scurrying out the door. Being a few minutes late seemed like the only bit of rebellion she could get away with and not be penalized. Visiting the restroom was a shock. The construction on their floor had finished and she was greeted with the familiar sight of the women’s restroom with some unwelcome additions. Changing tables like the ones parents would use for their young children in public restrooms only these were clearly designed for grown women. Beyond that a full compliment of various changing supplies. To make space for the changing tables It looked like they’d reduced the number of stalls and by a significant amount as well! “Ridiculous… we’re supposed to be using the toilet but they remove half of them?” She grumbled to no one in particular. A nearby woman simply shrugged and continued washing her hands as Emelie entered the stall, slamming the door shut behind her. A slight wet splotch caught her eye on the inside of her pullup. “But… I didn’t even...” Emelie said quietly, wondering when that had happened. Already the reminder for the seminar had popped up in her hud but she rapidly dismissed it. With her business taken care of she made her way towards the seminar. Checking the time in her implant she could see she was already four minutes late, victory. She pushed open the door, quietly making her way inside. A loud voice made itself known as she shut the door behind her. “How nice of you to join us Ms. Blackstar. There’s an expectation of timeliness with these presentations” Emelie froze, peering up at the stage where the presenter had called her out. Glancing around the room most of the eyes were now on her. A trickle of urine dribbled into her protection. She folded her arms over her chest defensively “I had to piss, or would you have rather I just went in my pants during the seminar.” There was a quiet titter of laughter from some of the women inside the conference room as Emelie began making her way to an open seat. Fiona cringing in embarrassment at the behavior of her superior caught the corner of her eye. The presenter didn’t miss a beat, unperturbed by Emelie’s retort. “I’ve specifically designed the course not to exceed the average holding ability of those with a D rank continence which shouldn’t be a problem for an A ranking like yourself.” The rebuke stung, she could have argued with her more, gotten into a shouting match but she was already on thin ice. Wisely, she took the scolding and found a seat, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She cleared her throat before continuing, clearly ready to make an example of the raven-haired agent. “You should have gone to the restroom in advance Ms. Blackstar rather than procrastinating. With the recent update I know most of us can see our respective ‘levels’ so there’s no excuse which brings me back to my main topic.” she paused, pointing up at the large holographic display behind her. “Time management and being proactive rather than reactive. Ms. Blackstar clearly needs to bone up on the advantages of being proactive with her waste management.” she continued to lecture. She was beginning to deeply regret her decision. Two seats away the wide smirk of that bitch Veronica made itself known. Emelie shrunk down in her chair as she was continually made an example of. “Because of our learned potty training skills at a young age we adopted poor toileting habits. Waiting too long, drinking too much before bed, overexerting ourselves that we could get away with before becoming affected. I know it’s been a struggle, I’m no different than any of you. I only qualified for a B continence ranking.” Pausing as if to emphasize her point she pulled down the waistband of her professional skirt just enough to show the top of her diaper. “But if we refocus our efforts and be proactive with our approach and focus on the basic potty training lessons we internalized so many years ago that have grown reflexive it can show a marked improvement! Already in preliminary tests we’re seeing upwards of five percent reductions in accidental releases.” Emelie scoffed at the thought, folding her arms over her chest. “Five percent...” she repeated with a roll of her eyes. They expected them to waste their time with these ridiculous lessons for a measly five percent? A grimace twisted her face as a sudden cramp twisted her insides. “No… not now...” she shut her eyes, regretting the coffee she’d consumed earlier. The hand she placed on her stomach did little to help. How long was this set to continue for? She fidgeted in her seat whilst tuning out the presenter. The tsm indicator only listed her bowels at seventy-three percent full but the urge was growing more pressing. “What’s wrong Blackstar, you look preoccupied?” a snide voice called out to her in a hushed tone. Through gritted teeth Emelie hissed back at her “I’m fine...” She tapped her foot impatiently, anything to keep her mind off this stupid presentation. This was supposed to help her not have an accident but if it kept going any longer it might cause her to have one…. Looking around at the sea of faces most women looked disinterested in what was being presented. She caught sight of Fiona, of course she was taking notes. Towards the back of the room Dianna was quietly chatting with another field agent Emelie didn’t recognize. Her attention slowly returned to the presenting woman as she spoke, pointing up at the large screen now. What was she going on about now? The visual projected for them all to see only reminded her of the need to relieve herself. On the screen shown in large words recommended dietary changes and near the top of the list was coffee. Fingers drumming anxiously against her thigh she checked the time in her ocular implant, fifteen more minutes maybe? She ran her hands down her face letting out a frustrated sigh. What was being discussed on screen now? Emelie’s attention returned to the seminar and she blushed at the topic being shown now. Different activities that might be too strenuous for their control displayed on the screen. Emelie rolled her eyes as standing up out of a chair was listed. “I can get out of a chair without pissing myself...” she whispered angrily. Another quick glimpse around the room and the blushing faces of many women including Veronica seemed to indicate that it was more common than she might think, something about the pelvic floor and the kegel muscles. “Ms Blackstar would you please join me on stage?” the presenter asked. Emelie froze. All eyes in the room seemed to be on her. Of all the people she just had to choose her… She let out a noisy groan in protest and slowly pulled herself up from her chair when it seemed the presentation would not continue without her participation. She cursed herself for being late. When she joined her at the front of the room her stomach gave a threatening gurgle. “You’re going to help me demonstrate a few exercises I would like everyone to start doing that will help improve kegel strength among other things.” Emelie winced, the thought of doing any amount of exercise right now was an unpleasant proposition. “Fine, let’s just get this over with… quickly.” she spat back quietly. “First, stand up straight and hold both arms ahead of you. Once you’ve assumed the proper stand you’re going to crouch down, keeping your legs together. Dip down as low as you can go. Once you reach your limit hold it! Don’t come back up immediately. You should start to feel pressure, focus on that before standing up. Now go ahead and demonstrate please Ms. Blackstar, I’ll do it with you.” As she had said, she held her arms straight out and mimicked the movement as she slowly began to crouch down. Couching like that didn’t help her urge. Immediately she could feel her body protest. Her face twisted in a grimace of discomfort. She continued to stand there, crouched over. Physically, with her reinforced muscles it wasn’t too difficult to maintain the pose when it was just a bodyweight exercise. With the minimal enhancements she had she could maintain that pose for quite some time. What was more concerning was the not exactly sudden but pressing need to defecate. “When you squat, really concentrate on tightening the pelvic muscles.” Emelie blinked hearing the instructors voice bringing her back to reality. She just gave a dismissive grunt, still unhappy about being used as an example for everyone. Her tormentor stood first walking to Emelie shortly after, not allowing her to stand up. She held her hand in front of Emelie’s hips gesturing to them “That’s were you’ll feel most of the pressure as the interconnected muscles attempt to force your sphincters open. Now stand please.” Emelie shut her eyes and pushed back to a standing position flushing when a few drops of urine fell into the padding between her thighs. She could feel the strange quivering sensation in her bladder and bowel from the strain begin to subside. “wonderful, as you see you want to stand just like Ms. Blackstar. One, smooth fluid motion, keeping your back straight and your arms out until you reach your neutral standing position. Go ahead and demonstrate one more time.” With a deep breath she help her arms out again, staring straight forward and squatted down slowly. Staring out she tried to ignore the sea of women watching her. It was all she could do not to glare at the instructor for bringing her up here and forcing her to do these inane exercises. The need to go returned again even worse. As she reached the nadir of her squat she felt it. She stopped her movement holding the position but her bowels moved of their own accord. Emelie’s eyes widened with surprise as the deliberate movement forced a soft, sticky glob of waste paste her wavering anus. Emelie hadn’t thought standing on stage in front of everyone could get any worse but having shit her pullup made things much worse. At least she’d barely manage to regain control before it became a major accident. She could feel the small amount of mush desposited into her protection smearing between her cheeks. “Are you okay Ms. Blackstar?” “W...what? I’m fine… everything is fine… are we done?” she stammered quickly, praying that there was nothing else she required her assistance for. She couldn’t smell it could she? Emelie did her best to remain composed as panicked thoughts ran through her head, worried that her little incident might be found out. “Yes you’ve been quite instructive. You may return to your seat. Ahh, remember, slow, deliberate rise, keep your back straight and your arms out.” Starting to rise back up she’d barely moved before freezing in place. If she stood from this position she was going to shit her pants. Another squirt of urine had dribbled into her undergarments from the brief motion. A little whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t just stay standing there in front of everyone though. Balling her fists tightly the agent slowly forced herself back up. Clenching with all her strength she could feel the soft shit oozing into her underwear. Mercifully the slow accident was inaudible and as soon as she was standing she hobbled off the stage awkwardly pressing one hand against her bottom. It wasn’t as bad as some of her prior accidents but a ginger touch at the back of her trousers could feel the faint outline of a lump. “No no no...” she whispered quietly. Stupid class, stupid instructor… stupid everything! The thought of having to sit in her own mess for the remainder of the seminar was none too pleasant either. She only prayed that no one else would be able to smell what she had done. Returning to her seat she grimaced knowing there was no other way around it. Slowly she lowered herself onto the chair. Her accident squished against her, flattening out and spreading around when she was finally seated. The instructors words faded into the background as she plopped her head down into her hands groaning quietly to herself. She wasn’t sure what to do. In a panic she sent a text to Aria. ‘Uhg I had an accident’ she wrote to her newly official girlfriend. Immediately after writing it she wanted to kick herself what a weird thing to say… who wanted to hear about their girlfriend shitting herself. A minute passed and nothing, that made her feel a bit better. Maybe she was busy with preparing for the evening’s opening. ‘Is that any different than normal~’ the teasing response came after another minute. Emelie groaned quietly at the response. Of course she would take the opportunity to tease her. The blush came back to her cheeks as she composed her response. ‘you’re one to talk!, I’m being serious… this is a disaster.’ There was a brief pause before Aria’s next message. The raven-haired woman could picture her partner pursing her lips in thought as she often did when she was formulating the perfect response. ‘Oh dear, do you want to tell me what happened?’ ‘I had to go to a seminar for something stupid and it happened while I was on stage in front of everyone. It wasn’t a lot and I don’t think anyone noticed but I’m sitting in it now. I can’t leave until this presentation is over.’ ‘Well, that’s not so bad. You’re always overreacting, nobody even found out. From the tone of it I’d thought you had leaked all over your work clothes silly girl.’ Emelie paused before writing her next message. The blush once more returned to her cheeks being called a silly girl. Aria had a point no one else had noticed and a quick glance to the people sitting near her confirmed that no one seemed to notice that anything was amiss. Still, it was disgusting having to sit there in her own filth. ‘I guess, but I still have to sit in it.’ ‘You didn’t seem to complain about it the other night~’ ‘ARIA, I’M AT WORK!’ ‘So? You messaged me, I know you send all your communications through vpn anyway.’ ‘That’s not the point!’ She had to pause and take a deep breath, hiding the hud of her implants for a moment to focus. Aria enjoyed winding her up, sometimes a bit too much. Emelie didn’t exactly relish the thought of being turned on in the middle of the presentation, not that she was paying attention anyway. The notification for a new message popped up in her implant. She took another second before looking at the latest message. ‘How bad was it? Did you just wet or did you mess too?’ Emelie couldn’t get how Aria was just so casual about such things. It was mortifying but she realized she hadn’t exactly been specific with her initial message. She didn’t just want to say she pooped her pants though! The gusset felt a bit sodden between her thighs, not bad but definitely soggy. ‘Both’ ‘Oh you poor thing. I think someone needs mommy to take care of them~’ ‘Aria...’ ‘Do you still have to go?’ That question made her pause, what was Aria playing at? Immediately she was drawn back to the last night they had slept together… doing the things they did… in the state that their undergarments were in… ‘a little’ ‘Well, you’ve already gone. You might as well finish~’ ‘ARIA! I’m not gonna do… that’ ‘Do it and you’ll get a reward~’ ‘What reward?’ Had she really just responded with that? Was she really… actually considering it? Something about Aria… uhg, the way she could wrap her around her finger. There was no response. ‘Aria what reward?’ Still after that message there was no response. Damn that woman what kind of reward was she promising her? She had to know! Emelie tapped her foot impatiently waiting for a response. Glancing up at the presenter she was going on about some nonsense. Damn it she still hadn’t answered her. ‘Aria! You can’t just ignore me.’ Emelie ran her hand across her face, she knew what Aria was doing. A quiet whimper escaped her lips. She couldn’t resist Aria’s allure. Her fingers drummed against her thigh “Damnit Aria…” she whispered. Already she could feel that tingle between her legs that she felt when Aria had one over on her. It would be so easy to just give and push. How was Aria so good at getting her to do these things. A glance on either side of where she was sitting, luckily no one was sitting immediately next to her. Emelie checked her messages again in the vain hope that Aria had responded; she hadn’t. It was already bad enough that she had been doing it more and more accidentally. Now she was about to do it on purpose. Leaning forward as subtly as she could she shut her eyes, pretended she was sitting on the toilet and cursed Aria’s name. Immediately a warm muddy substance rushed into her padded underwear. She scrunched her face ever so slightly, revolted by her decision. Thoughts clouded by arousal cleared with sudden realization of what she had done. Emelie could feel the mushy paste expanding beneath her. Anyone with enhanced hearing could likely hear the wet crackling coming from her. “Fuck… fuck shit...” she hissed under her breath as she tried to stop. What was she thinking doing that!? A moment of weakness, a questionable decision and now the disgusting muddy feeling of siting in her pants full of warm soft shit. It was far too late to stop and when she leaned back in her chair the warm squelch caused her to scrunch her face, lamenting Aria and the sway she had over her. The only saving grace was the fact that since the seminar seemed to have ended no one was paying attention to her as she sat there. A few errant comments about the smell brought a blush to her face. ‘I… did it...’ After sending the message back to her girlfriend she looked up realizing that everyone was dispersing from the meeting room. Gingerly she slowly extricated herself from her seat and walked awkwardly towards the door. Each step was worse than the last. The slippery, sticky sensation of what had been a particularly soft and wet release shifted and mushed against her with each step. ‘Did what~’ Now she responds… Emelie let out a quiet whine pausing for a moment to angrily message Aria back. ‘You know exactly what!’ ‘I have positively no idea Emelie dear, why don’t you elucidate me with exactly what you’ve done~’ She rubbed her face in exasperation. Worse even than the ‘accident’ weighing down her pullups was the glowing embers of arousal causing her to get hot and bothered. Part of her wanted to rush back to her office, lock the door and masturbate until she came in her shitty pullup. Damn that succubus knowing exactly how to push her buttons. ‘I pooped my pants.’ ‘Dear oh dear, whatever am I going to do with you?’ ‘Aria that’s not fair! You asked!’ ‘Quit pouting and go change. Looks like someone isn’t ready for big girl panties yet.’ ‘Aria!’ Before she could write anymore back to Aria however a mousey looking man approached her. “Agent Blackstar?” he began. Emelie narrowed her eyes at the man, sizing him up. He was a few inches shorter than her. She did her best to look imposing despite her dirty diaper, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah and you are?” she responded gruffly. He shuffled for a moment, pursing his lips, tapping something on the tablet he carried. “Uh… well, I’m from the department of compliance.” he began. Emelie froze, she’d been hearing a lot here and there about this new department… the department of compliance and what they dealt with and here she was standing in a full diaper. She could see her heart rate rising in her hud. The new department that the other women had been whispering about with disdain Emelie opened her mouth to speak but wasn’t sure exactly what to say. It felt like she was a young girl not a mature woman. The awful weight in the seat of her diaper served to remind her of her foolish decision. As she stood there gaping at being caught before defaulting to what she knew best. “What do you want?” she asked, an obvious tone of irritation in her voice. The man wasn’t exactly tall. In fact he stood a few inches shorter than Emelie which helped but… he wasn’t the one standing there in a shit filled diaper. A flinched preceded his response. He cleared his throat “Um… welll...” an awkward pause fell between them. He wrinkled his nose, sniffing a few times. Any attempt at trying to intimidate the shorter man melted away. He furrowed his brow, jabbing away at the datapad. “A...agent Blackstar have you had… an accident in your protection….” No longer was she Field team leader, combat experienced, iron grit, weapon expertise, ace shot… she just looked at him awkwardly. “Th… that is none of your business!” she snapped angrily. Who was he to ask that!? He seemed taken aback by the outburst Another moment of awkward silence developed between the two as he seemed to gather his thoughts. He cleared his throat and returned her attitude with a reproachful look. “As a Department of Compliance officer it is precisely my business!” The sudden assertiveness in his voice as he stated that it was his business caught Emelie offguard. Resistance began to crumble further when he grabbed her by the wrist. “I was just going to question you about some of the discrepancies in your voiding diary but now I’m going to have to perform a field change since you seem incapable and your lying about the state of your undergarments is going in your record. If you’re not careful you’ll be going down a rank.” It took all of her effort to not rip her hand away when he took her wrist. She contented herself with just a deep scowl wincing as she walked along bowlegged the uncomfortable feeling of a mound of shit weighing down her pullups. The threat of being demoted into something thicker caused her blood to run cold. These thin garments were already bad enough, having to work in one of those diapers Aria had taped her in brought a heavy blush to her cheeks. But now she was being escorted to have her diaper changed. “L...look that’s really not necessary I can take care of myself.” Emelie protested doing her best to be polite. When Aria did it was embarrassing enough. “It’s simple DoC protocol. Any DoC employee is granted the purview to change a female operative’s undergarments if wet or soiled. it’s not healthy for your skin to wear it for so long.” he lectured the agent. Hagar’s words about the Department of Compliance rattled around in her head and she found herself wishing she had read the new entries in the Employee handbook about the department. The pair continued to walk through the labyrinthine corridors of the Privsec building as she was escorted along. After another few moments of thought she decided to try her luck again and mustering all the politeness she could manage she appealed to his sympathy. “Please, I was stuck in that seminar for so long. We just got out, I was on my way back to my office to change and you caught me by surprise. I’ve just been under a little bit of stress lately from my current assignment. I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m… sorry about that.” They slowed to a halt and she could hear a sigh escape his lips. His hand let go of her wrist, his shoulders slumped slightly as he turned back to face her. He was doing his best to wear a stern expression but it was noly half working. “I understand Ms. Blackstar. The change has been tough not just for you but all female agents. The Department of Compliance is just here to help. I won’t put what happened in your file but if it happens again… well you probably won’t get so lucky next time.” Emelie uttered a sigh of her own, hers one of deep seated relief. She had just told him the truth… with a bit of embellishment but still it was based in the truth. “Now… go get changed… you really smell...” he said, wrinkling his nose. Before he could say any more she was awkwardly waddling back to her office. His words continued to bounce around in her mind. The DoC was there to help? Who were they intended to help though, the women they purported to assist or Privsec? Bridgette stretched her arms above her head leaning against the side of the street vendor’s stand as her order was prepared. Emelie had said she was going to contact her when she was free of corporate duties but so far she’d just been investigating the block alone while the other teams combed different areas. The thick absorbent padding around her hips drooped wetly between her thighs. A driver irritated with the traffic having laid on the horn as she happened to be passing by. The sudden shock was enough to loosen the hold over her bladder, flooding her diaper with hot liquid. A box of noodles was placed on the counter next to her. The smell of steaming savory sustenance got her attention. Grabbing the food she gave a grunt and a nod towards the man and wandered off. Twirling a heaping portion of noodles around her chopsticks she took a large bite of her food chewing hungrily. Inside her ocular implant she reviewed her map of the area, checking where she’d already been and the notes left by her and the other members of Emelie’s team. In the three days they’d managed to cover a significant portion of the block but hadn’t managed to turn up anything yet. The few people they had spoken too all seemed reluctant to say anything but whether that was because Emelie was a suit or they were scared of this ‘Summoner’ Bridgette couldn’t quite tell. So far though, she was impressed by the team’s coordination and thoroughness. Fiona kept a tight hold of things when Emelie wasn’t around. The bickering between the twins could get a bit grating at times though… The midday sun continued to beat down on the brunette before she rounded the corner for some shade. She could feel sweat dampening the collar of her shirt and let out an irritated sigh. “It’s too damn hot out...” she complained to no one in particular when the comm link went off. “Bridgette, Fiona and Dianna reporting in. This section of the block is clear, no signs of anything. We’re knocking off for lunch and a change.” “Copy that.” Bridgette responded, acknowledging their progress. The map flickered for a moment before it was updated with the latest information from the two agents. A few notes from Fiona about possible evidence, sightings, strange behaviors they had observed but nothing conclusive. Reaching between her thighs when no one was looking she felt the state of her own diaper. It was soaked, she must have wet again without realizing it. She knew she could use a change herself. A grumble of irritation left her lips as she returned to her noodles and finished slurping them down. She stepped into a nearby alley to dispose of the empty container in a dumpster. When she turned to return to the sidewalk a bottle shattered behind her. Bridgette jumped, another gush of urine soaked into her already saturated diaper. A warm trickle ran down her thigh as it leaked from the sudden release. Her large handgun immediately found its way into her hands on instinct as she turned around. The alley still seemed dim and deserted. High walls of decaying apartment complexes on either side shaded her from the sun’s sweltering gaze. The map dismissed in her hud visual indicators of the source of the shattering bottle were forming. Behind a second dumpster fifteen feet or so further into the alley. Irritated with herself for being so on edge by the whole situation she slowly went to check it out. It was probably nothing anyway. Bridgette couldn’t have been more wrong. The heavily augmented, muscular brunette gasped when it came into view. She’d seen dead bodies before, but not like this… Faint whirring and clicking of servos activating grew audible. He… or she should have been lifeless, unmoving but the augments in their hand continued to remain active. The body’s arm was outstretched on the ground. Its fingers slow scraped the asphalt repeatedly as if it was trying to drag itself along. Flesh worn away into bloody smears by the repetitious movements and the spine chilling sound of metal and bone scraping against the ground turned Bridgette’s stomach. It continued to claw at the ground, trying to move itself to no avail. Bridgette took a step closer, still keeping her gun trained on the face down body. Slowly she crouched down next to it. In the squatting position she could feel the sodden padding pulled taught against her skin, squishing the almost gel like material against her womanhood, wringing a few drops of pee from the diaper into her skirt. She tapped the muzzle of her gun against the side of it’s face. A tangled mass of hair hid their features. A few more taps with no response satisfied her. Whoever it was… well they were definitely dead now and had been for quite some time by the looks of the swelling. Fortunately for her olfactory augments dampened the intensely unpleasant smell of a decomposing body otherwise she would not have been able to stomach getting so close. The whole body suddenly convulsed. Bridgette scrambled to her feet stumbling back. “What the fuck...” She could only stare as the sound of decomposed flesh and sinew tearing came from the body. The stronger augment in the arm and hand of the body had pulled itself free separating at the shoulder with a sickening pop. The grizzly sound and sight of the arm extricating itself from the deadweight of the corpse caused Bridgette to recoil in fear. Worse yet it her bowels moved of their own accord in response. The head of security grimaced as she felt it happening. By the time she realized what she was doing in her diaper it was too late to stop it. She pushed a large semisolid mass into the already soaked garment. The soft waste deformed and flattened into a formless pile underneath her rear making the soggy diaper bulge even more underneath her skirt. Brackish congealed blood oozed from the separating socket and mid accident she stepped forward, placing the sole of her shoe on the arm preventing its escape. Through the team link she barked at everyone. “I’ve found something, get to my position immediately. Lynd, get Emelie. She’ll want to see this...” Her hand wandered to the back of her skirt gingerly feeling her full diaper through the professional business attire. The fact that she’d messed herself seemed almost trivial compared to what she had found but it wouldn’t do to stay like this but she couldn’t just leave the biggest lead they had. Bridgette opened the comlink again and meekly added. “and somebody bring me a change...”
  4. This was just a one off. It's possible more in the future will come but at the moment I have other things in the works.
  5. Just a short little sequel to this picture, still working on things just needed a break. She clutched the ransom note in her hand, a sneer emblazoned across her face. Grand Master Adelina captured and being held for ransom was bad enough… but the curs had thought to dress her up in a child’s diaper and humiliate her! Now they were extorting her for their own benefit and threatening to besmirch the reputation of a Grand Master. The sight of Adelina, chest exposed, still wearing parts of her ornate armor wearing nothing on her lower half except a bloated sagging well used diaper. A blush fell across her own cheeks, a humiliating reminder of all the accidents she’d suffered in combat. Grand Master Hestia had never been a fan of Adelina most of her fellow Grand Master would prefer to see her deposed but this was an affront to all women of the Empire! Crumpling the ransom note, a disgusted look on her face she made a call. “Yes, prepare my airship. Yes, nine thousand guilders, just in case. No, we’re not actually going to pay… I refuse to negotiate with ruffians.” The fortified airship slowly descended to the meeting point. Hestia drummed her fingers anxiously on the control panel. Her command chair felt… clammy and uncomfortable. A bout of turbulence had caused her to lose control of her bladder multiple times. Fortunately the protective pad she wore had saved her dignity of being discovered but sitting on the swollen pad for so long had wrung urine from it. She could feel her uniform trousers clinging wetly to her skin. After chewing out her navigator for voiding her bowels and ordering her off the bridge for her cowardice she dare not expose her own lapse in control. Landing was less than graceful, hitting a rock one of the landing skids slipped. The large ship lurched forward. A screech of scraping metal echoed through the ship as the Grand Master was nearly thrown from her command chair. She managed to catch herself in time but the sudden noise caused her bowels to shift. Her stomach lurched, she tensed and… ffffbllllrrrttch. A sudden sloppy evacuation into her pants. Eyes widened in fear she felt it immediately. Disgust shot through her as she fell back in her seat, sitting with a filthy squelch, her own shit pressing against her. Soft and malleable she could feel it spreading across her backside. The protective pad wasn’t designed for this kind of accident. With everyone preoccupied checking on the ship she quickly excused herself from the bridge trying to tug the tail of her coat in a futile attempt to hide her accident. With her soiled panties disposed of she readied herself for the ‘exchange’. She had no plans to hand over the guilders to bandit scum. Once they met she would demand to see Adelina. Her knights would simply overwhelm the small contingent they sent to the exchange and the gun batteries of her airship would take care of pesky reinforcements. A foolproof plan! She would surely receive a commendation to rub in Adelina’s face. The landing doors on the rear of the ship opened with a hiss and flanked by a detachment of knights Grand Master Hestia wearing her own resplendent armor. An imposing presence in her own right Hestia looked a ferocious sight with her stunning red hair and emerald eyes. Enemies of the empire often referred to her as the blazing firestorm with her tendency to raze enemy encampments and leave no survivors. Insisting on making the exchange personally despite her advisers imploring her not to Hestia approached the small group of bandits. She’s expected to see more of them, behind them she could see their camp. A scoff left her lips, Adelina’s forces had been routed by this lot of rapscallions? How pathetic. No sign of the captured grand master she pursed her lips. They’d better not try anything foolish. “You, where’s Grand Master Adelina?” she barked, wasting no time with formalities. “We’ve got your little Adelina safe and sound… well she needs a diaper change after that racket you made but that’s not a surprise. Can’t keep her pampers clean for longer than fifteen minutes even if she tried.” The uproarious laughter from his comrades stung her pride. A bright red blush of shame crossed her cheeks reminded of her own accidents on the flight here and landing. She shifted her legs, responding to their laughter with a reproachful look. “Silence, I won’t stand for your libelous words against a fellow Grand Master!” “Libelous? How many times did we have ta change her?” he said, pausing for a moment counting on his fingers. “When we captured her… when she saw that spider… when she was carrying firewood… when she was sleeping… more than once… when she got all uppity and we had to discipline her...” “Don’t forget when she shit herself when we made her spar with the recruits.” Another round of riotous laughter came from the small group of men. “You’d think she’d never held a blade before. The look on her face when she had ta fight was priceless. She barely lasted three minutes against a kid before she was crapping her pants like a toddler begging not to fight anymore... but fine… we’ll get her. We’re a merciful lot.” Hestia’s jaw tightened with each disrespectful word spoken. Each passing second she was tempted to give the order. With a snap of her fingers she could lay waste to their camp with the gun turrets on her airship. Fortunately at the last minute he acquiesced. He waved his hand and one of the men trudged off to retrieve their prize. A tense few minutes passed as Adenlina was retrieved. Hestia stood there, gaze unwavering. A gush of urine warmed the pad between her legs as she thought she was one of the men reaching for his blade but… it was just her mind playing tricks on her. A single rivulet of warmth traced its way down her thigh before Adelina came into view. Her wrists bound together with a crude lashing of rope, cheeks stained with tears she wore nothing other than a thread-worn shirt much too large for her lithe frame and… a childish diaper. The shirt hung open at the front doing little to hide her buxom chest and the diaper, swollen with urine and bloated with solid waste was already an ill fitting garment even before made heavy with fearful release. “I told ya she probably needed a change but like I said as long as your… ‘donation’ of guilders to our cause is sufficient we won’t let anyone else know about Adelina the incontinent.” Hestia simply scowled at him, turning to one of her knights she whispered in his ear and he nodded giving a terse “yes maam” before returning to the formation behind her. The whirring of mechanical actuation came from the ship as the turrets swiveled leveling their deadly sight at the encampment behind them. “You will release Grand Master Adelina to our custody now or we will level your fortifications immediately. You have less than a minute before we open fire.” she ordered, taking command of the situation. He didn’t seem perturbed by the development. Instead he shrugged, glancing back over his shoulder then once more to Hestia. “Are ya sure ya want to do that?” Hestia was slightly confused by his casual response. Unnerved even by the way he did not seem to be phased by the large bore cannons threatening to rain destruction on his legion. Another wet rush of piss soaked into her pad as her nerves began to play up. Why wasn’t he intimidated!? “We had a deal ya know...” “I am altering the deal, Adelina or your lives.” Having been at the mercy of the bandits since her capture and realizing the rescue party had no intention of paying the ransom Adelina let out a subdued whimper. Her legs quivered and from the leg guards of her diaper liquid started to run down her thighs. The Grand Master was wetting herself again. The sodden garment could absorb no more and uselessly allowed her bladders contents to spill down her toned thighs dampening the ground beneath her. He sighed and snapped his fingers immediately chaos engulfed them. A loud explosion… a second… a third! Adelina covered her ears, shutting her eyes tightly, grunting as she voided her bowels into her already full diaper. The reverberation of the explosions shook Hestia to her core. She could feel it in her sternum as stealthily placed explosives were neutralizing the threat from her airship. Her knights had sprung into action rushing forward at the sound of the blast but Hestia was frozen in fear The redhead paled not even realizing her potty training had abandoned her as her plan crumbled. Her pad was soaked in an instant and urine still flowed freely from her fear loosened bladder. A faint hiss could have been heard coming from her armor if it wasn’t for the sounds of conflict. As she stood, voiding herself, frozen on the impromptu battlefield Hestia dared not turn around to see how severe the damage to her airship had been. Her bowels fared no better and like a frightened little girl she panicked helplessly soiling her armor. Shit oozed into her panties, the second pair she had ruined today. A soft almost paste like consistency filled them to the brim, conforming to the shape of her buttocks and the metal plating of her armor. It was such a voluminous accident some had even began to leak down her thighs, smearing them a dirty brown. When she finally came to her senses she could see the glint of a blade scything towards her. One of her knights threw himself in front of her as she let out a surprised squeal, trembling hand going for her sword. More bandits were running towards them from the encampment and the small detachment of knights wouldn’t be able to hold them off for long. In the chaos Adelina had managed to slip away, tears running down her cheeks as she awkwardly ran in her dirty diaper. “G...go, k...kill them all.” Hestia ordered her knights as she scrambled after the raven-haired Grand Master. As she took off after her she could feel her accidentally released shit squishing against her. The disgusting sensation turned her stomach, she thought she might be sick. What really turned her blood to ice was the sight of her airship, the Eurystheus was in no condition to fly now. There was no chance of using it to escape it looked like the aft had been completely destroyed. They couldn’t even retreat inside and use it as a stronghold whilst they sent a distress call. With her gait made awkward by the load of shit weighing down her panties she chased after Adelina. She caught up to her behind a rocky outcropping, hiding them from the sight of the bandits. “Th...that was your plan?!” Adelina spat at the redhead. “You didn’t do any better!” “Cut my hands free!” “You can’t criticize me! It would have worked if...” Hestia flushed with embarrassment and pulled out her sword, cutting the woman’s wrists free. At least her own accident was somewhat hidden though the smell… and the wetness on her greaves would make it obvious to anyone with enough perception. “I should execute you for your cowardice and incompetence right here! If I...” Hestia froze mid-sentence, another explosion, louder than the others drowned out the sound of their petty squabble. The Grand Masters could only assume it was the Eurystheus falling to more bandit explosives. Clinging to each other in fear they both sniffled wishing to be anywhere but here. Oblivious to the puddle forming beneath their feet from their combined release of what dwindling liquid remained in their bladders. In their terrified stupor they hadn’t even realized another person had joined them. A small boy stared wide eyed at the two crying women as they held each other. One wearing a very soiled diaper, the other in resplendent armor. He seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle or the explosion coming from just the other side of the outcropping. “I just came to see the airship but wow an actual knight.” he began, a charming innocence about him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from them both and with about as much tact as could be expected from a young boy made his displeasure with their accidents known. “Eww, you pooped your diaper and… it smells like you pooped in your armor too… your armor’s all wet...” The two women blushed brightly untangling themselves from each other’s grasp. Adelina desperately tried to cover the childish diaper with her hands. Hestia pinched her thighs together causing the mess to shift and squish again. Here they were, both Grand Masters, both had completely lost control of their bladder and bowels. Adelina’s diaper distended, stained and sodden, Hestia’s armor, glistening with wetness and soiled with feces. But he, a child remained unphased. Could he not hear the sounds of battle behind them or the deafening explosions? “It… it’s not what it looks like...” Hestia feebly protested. “Uhh…” He circled around Hestia and poked her armor right in the rear. There was a wet muddy squelch that came from her. She could feel her mess smushed against her backside, more if it oozing out down her thighs. “You definitely pooped your pants. You should probably be wearing diapers like her...” Hestia wiped her eyes, shaking her head. Her voice still trembled slightly. She’d just let this child point out she had utterly soiled herself any other person who would even attempt such a thigh would be summarily executed but… an idea struck her. “D… does your family live near here? If… if you take us there we’ll reward you… you and your family. Enough guilders to live comfortably for years.” she plead desperately. He paused, thinking about the offer. “Okay! Try not to have any more accidents though… it already smells bad.” With a blush both women followed after the boy, Hestia trying to instill a sense of urgency in the carefree child to get them to safety as quickly as possible.
  6. First off, thanks for the translation! So, here's a quick guide on how to knock every girl out, it's not perfect as for that you need at least 210bpm for the double ko but I'll post it up anyway. If it's just a number it can be done in any room, if it requires a specific room it will say. 190+ will cause them to faint with the opportunity for one action. 210 will cause them to fully pee themselves and faint with the opportunity for two actions. Blond (Kotomi Tachikawa) #4 -> children's room #9 226 blue hair (Sayuri Sunagawa) #5 -> #8 -> hall #9 215 purple hair (Moroka) #2 -> #4 205 black hair (Mayuko Nakama) living room #9 -> bedroom #9 196 light red hair (Midori Ogio) children's room #10 -> bathroom #9 205 (bedroom #9 196) light brown hair (Gora Sachiko) #4 -> #8 211 brown hair (Kiyomi Arisugawa) #1 -> bathroom #9 205 (children's room #10 only 190) shorts girl (Sora), #8 -> bedroom #9 -> bathroom #10 227
  7. You're definitely not alone, although personally it plays into a larger theme of embarrassment and humiliation for some of us. We really enjoy the dichotomy of a proud tough woman, in this instance soldier types (since we're on the subject of firearms) having accidents and wearing such humiliatingly childish garments or in this instance vice versa with the genders for you. A strong woman who should be able to but still can't keep her pants clean, mm yes please. I have no comment as far as the ethics or morality of fetishizing such matters go because as far as I'm concerned it's just a fetish especially if it's just drawing. For example, Livinginfinite's art.
  8. There's a small contingent of us who enjoy fear and soiling as well as wetting content! Welcome to the club. That was an enjoyable little read.
  9. Missed this when you first posted it, despite some spelling/grammar errors I quite enjoyed it. Not enough fear and actiony content of this type.
  10. I come bearing christmas gifts. Some fun little statistic cards of all the leading ladies done by a good friend of the Council LeakyPanties. As well as a new chapter below, enjoy. Music, lights, alcohol lowering her inhibitions. It made it easy to lose herself and just dance with Aria. The biggest distraction was the drink she’d imbibed earlier making itself known. The irritatingly familiar sensation of a full bladder tried to coax her away from the dance floor, but Aria was having none of it. Each time she stepped away or glanced towards the restrooms, Aria seemed to pounce. Circling around behind her she would wrap her arms around Emelie’s chest and nibble on her ear. Or, she’d teasingly run her fingers down her back and squeeze her ass. “Come on Aria, I need to take a break.” Emelie said nervously through their private channel. Aria’s eyes glittered in the pulsing light of the club. She had the look of a predator on her face again. “Fine, I’ll get another drink. Run along to the potty.” she said after a moment. Emelie was surprised she relented, expecting more of a game from her. Blushing at the toilet being referred to as the potty she kept her mouth shut lest Aria change her mind. Squeezing her way through the throng of dancing bodies Emelie retreated from the dance floor. It was moments like this that weighed heavily on her. She contemplated the impacts the changes had on her life so far. Always feeling like she needed to be close to a bathroom, undermining her confidence in general, worrying about her male coworkers taking her seriously and of course… the obvious. There was a line outside the women’s room. The line wasn’t too long fortunately but still… she would have preferred not to wait at all. Emelie glanced over her shoulder towards the men’s room. “Shit!” the woman in front of her gasped, suddenly jamming her hands between her legs. A brief change into thermal sight confirmed the obvious. She was using her diaper and the woman two places ahead of her appeared to have already soiled herself as well. Emelie sighed, feeling a sympathetic twinge in her bladder coax another dribble into her padding. The leak caused her to straighten up. She inhaled loudly, clenching her thighs together in an effort to preclude the leak from turning into a deluge. “Fuck it.” she hissed under her breath. Screw waiting in this line… Marching towards the men’s room she threw the door open as waves of desperation began to grow more urgent. The toileting status module icon in her implant was once again starting to flash. Bladder capacity eighty-nine percent full! She groaned, opening the door. Having to pause to get a hold of urges she thrust one hand between her legs to hold herself. The damp sensation reminded her of earlier in her office… when she’d just flooded her pull-up rather than trudging to the bathroom again. She could just do that again… Emelie, tempted by the thought shook her head as the stalls came into view. No… already she could feel her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at the memory of earlier. The few men inside stared at her for a moment as she hobbled past them. One opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but a sharp glare preempted any attempts at conversation. The bathrooms were surprisingly quiet, thick sound deadening material dividing the sleek restroom from the rest of the noisy club. Ninety-one percent… the icon was really flashing now. Kicking open the door since both hands had become jammed between her legs revealed the porcelain throne. Urgency spiked seeing relief within her grasp. A long guttural groan escaped her mouth as she felt a slow trickle starting tickle her lips. Emelie could feel the soft padding starting starting to warm beneath her fingers. Ninety… eighty-eight… eighty-seven percent… it took all of her strength but with the help of a childish potty dance she managed to stop pissing in front of the stall. Stepping forward triggered the toilet to prematurely flush. A sudden noisy gush of liquid as water was sucked away. The agent froze in place, her quivering muscles buckled at the roaring rush. Eighty-five… eighty-one… seventy-six… sixty-eight… She was pissing, forcefully into her sentinel, feet from the toilet. An extended “nooooo” left her lips as she watched the meter as it continued to fall lower and lower, her protection growing warmer and wetter. Emelie stood there, in the stall, hunched over as she helplessly emptied her bladder. As the stream of urine continued to flow from between her legs she wondered just how much urine could one woman hold. Fortunately her pullup held for the most part. A solitary rivulet ran down her thigh before soaking into her pants. When it was finally over, she had to take a moment to catch her breath. “Fuck...” she finally mumbled. Reaching between her legs the squish of very sodden padding greeted her fingertips. At least it was pleasantly warm… but it felt wet… worryingly wet. It would need some time to really absorb by the padding. At least she didn’t have to trudge out of the men’s room in pissy slacks. Lest she attract an audience Emelie quickly retreated, soggy padding drooping wetly between her thighs. She had to get back to Aria before she suspected something. She found her by the bar, Aria took two glasses, handing one to Emelie. “Did my big girl make it to the potty?” she teased, really twisting the verbal knife. She balked at the question doing her best to awkwardly play off the inquiry. “Of course.” she lied through her teeth, giving a dismissive wave of her hand. Aria chuckled, taking a sip of her drink, staring straight at her. Emelie couldn’t tell if the shrewd business woman bought her lie. All she knew was it felt naughty, like she was lying to her mother. She tried not to break Aria’s unflinching gaze but caved, taking a sip of her fresh drink. Aria smiled after a moment. “Good good. Come on, I wasn’t finished dancing~” she said, dragging her back out to the dance floor. The same dancer that had been here the last time Emelie had visited was back, dancing on the stage. Song blended into song and before Emelie knew it they’d been dancing for at least another hour. To let the stress of the outside world melt away and just move to the rhythm with Aria was a much needed respite. The past week had been… stressful to say the least. Drunkenly they both kissed each other, their dancing at this point more just swaying to the beat. Locked in each other’s arms Emelie had forgotten all about her sodden pullup, enjoying her time with Aria. They kissed again, sloppily. Wet lips, smeared with saliva and lipstick, she couldn’t get enough of her. Emelie’s lips tingled each time they brushed against Aria’s. So enthralled with Aria, Emelie didn’t even notice her sodden pullup having grown clammy and cool. Nor did she notice the further irritation of her skin caused by her lack of a change. “Come on, let’s go back to my office~” Aria purred into her ear hungrily. The tone in her voice made Emelie’s knees quiver. She nodded, squeezing her tightly, kissing her once more. Like giggly young girls they made their way back to Aria’s office, fondling each other and snickering the whole time. “Someone can’t keep her hands to herself tonight~” Aria teased. Emelie grinned playfully back at her. “Look who’s talking~” The door to her top floor office hissed open as they tumbled through, nearly tripping over each other. As soon as the door shut behind them Aria turned to face her, wrapping her arms around her lower back. “Is there anything you want to tell me first sweetie~” she began. Emelie furrowed her brow, confused by the question. The raven-haired woman shook her head. She didn’t think so… unless… she meant… a hot blush began to rise in her cheeks again. Her completely saturated pullup… she’d forgotten all about it. Now however, she was keenly aware of the heavy padding chafing her skin. “Are you sure?” Emelie shuddered, pinching her thighs together. Aria continued staring through her. “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me I suppose I’ll just have to punish you~”. Emelie felt her heart flutter with excitement. They both enjoyed these games and the thought of being punished, dampened her already wet diaper. It was disgusting and wrong and childish and humiliating but… she couldn’t deny the allure. Lost in her thoughts she felt Aria’s hands on her pants, swiftly pulling them open. The smell of stale urine intensified as she let the trousers pool around Emelie’s shoes. There she stood, in the middle of Aria’s office with nothing around her legs except for one completely saturated pullup. “What’s this? My little girl couldn’t hold it?” she asked, admonishing her with the rhetorical question. Emelie groaned, covering her face with her hands. The humiliation was very… very real for the proud woman. She yelped when her inner thigh received a harsh swat from the olive-skinned woman. “I asked you a question!” she snapped. “I didn’t make it...” she blurted out, letting her hands fall helplessly to her side. “What was that Murtaziq?” she asked, pressing her fingers against the squishy padding. “I… didn’t make it to the toilet and I...” she paused, hoping Aria wasn’t going to make her say it but… the lingering silence and the expectant look told her otherwise. “and I peed my pants...” she admitted. “Tsk tsk tsk.” Aria chided, letting the awkward silence hang in the air for a while longer. Emelie squirmed under her dominant gaze. Circling around behind her she grasped the lapel of Emelie’s blazer and removed it, tossing it aside. One by one she was losing any semblance of maturity. After that her holster was removed Aria setting it carefully on her desk. “I think you’re far too immature to be playing with such a dangerous toy.” she teased. Emelie huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “I’m not a child Aria I ju...” Aria interrupted it, a dangerous tone in her voice. “just spent the night dancing in your pissy diaper because you were too embarrassed to tell me you needed a change?” she retorted. “Probably gave yourself a rash too. I mean honestly Emelie, you know how obvious it was? Not only were you waddling back to me but about five minutes in it leaked all over your pants.” she said, covering her mouth as she broke into laughter at her expense. Another groan left Emelie’s lips, of course she had known the whole time. “Fortunately you didn’t pee all over my dance floor… though you wouldn’t be the first… my cleaning expenses have skyrocketed!” she exclaimed, removing her vest and unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall open. “Mmph, you’re really soaked.” she purred, draping her arms over her shoulders from behind, pressing herself up against her. One hand infiltrated her open shirt, squeezing her breast. Her other slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing along her skin. She knew the ultimate destination and she didn’t resist. Aria’s hand came to rest on the soggy padding pressing it against her groin. “Soggy soggy soggy.” she teased, kneading around the squishy material. She couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips against Aria’s hand moaning again as the warm, gel-like material rubbed against her sensitive spot. “Ohh yes, just like that.” she moaned, her voice quivering, breathy. Aria continued to tease her through her padding, digging her fingertips into her partner’s breast. “Naughty pissy little girls don’t get to have the fun they want~” she teased, biting the nape of Emelie’s neck. “W...what?” she asked, wincing at the nibble. Her voice laden with disappointment. Aria let her fingers linger for a moment longer before removing them from her groin. “You heard me.” she stated simply, grabbing the waistband of her pullup. “Pissy, little girls don’t get to have the fun they want.” she repeated “and what are you?” Emelie shrank against Aria, shutting her eyes. “don’t make me say it...” she implored but… she knew, when Aria had that tone in her voice… The silence continued until there was the slight rustling of Aria tugging up the front of Emelie’s pullup, forcing the warm padding against her folds eliciting a gasp of disgust and arousal from the raven-haired victim. “I’m... I’m a pissy little girl, I’m a pissy little girl!” she exclaimed rapidly. “I know! I think you need some discipline” It all happened so quickly, her head foggy from arousal, alcohol and the embarrassment. Em felt the rear of her padding suddenly pulled up. The wet squish of her soggy pullup being wedge between her shapely ass preceded the sensation of urine trickling down her thighs as it was squeezed from the saturated padding. Out of nowhere WHAP! Aria’s hand, swift and sudden, impacted her bottom. Catching the agent entirely off-guard she yelped in pain, flinching from the sudden spank. In response, her body betrayed her, stunned back into infantile levels of potty training. A noisy fllblatch and the seat of her sentinel sagged, pushed away from her ass by a mound of mushy poop. Aria furrowed her brow, wrinkling her nose at the sudden smell of a poopy diaper emanating from Emelie. “Nooo, not again..” Emelie whined, pulling herself from Aria’s grasp, tenderly touching the rear of her protection. Fortunately she’d only gone from fifty-seven percent full to ten percent but still… it left a noticeable bulge and a sticky sensation clinging to her ass. “Emelie! You’re supposed to do that in the potty, those little pullups aren’t meant for those kind of accidents!” Aria scolded her. Not letting her get away that easily she swatted at the exposed flesh of her outer buttocks. Emelie whirled around catching Aria’s hand, on the verge of tears. “I’m… I’m not playing!” she snapped angrily. Aria stared at the distraught woman for a moment before sighing. She nodded and leaned forward kissing her passionately on the lips. Emelie relaxed her grip, letting Aria’s wrist fall from her hand. “Here, look.” she said, pulling away from the sulking Emelie. She wriggled out of her jacket, tossing it to the couch before reaching behind her and slowly unzipping her dress, letting the silky fabric fall into a pool of cloth around her feet. Emelie’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Naked, save for the bloated and swollen diaper around her hips. The floral pattern on the front had all but faded. A darkened slightly yellow splotch covered the entire front of the obviously wet diaper. Slowly she turned around and Emelie could see a lumpy faint brown discoloration tenting out the rear of the diaper as well. “Do you see?” she asked, a slight hint of red coloring her cheeks at the reveal. “But when did you...” Emelie began. Aria waved her hand dismissively. “While we were dancing, it was an accident. By the time I realized I was going I just decided to finish in my diaper” “but… you’re so confident… you’re not embarrassed?” Emelie asked, feeling a bit better knowing she wasn’t the only one who had messed her diaper. Aria looked quite irritated by the question, blushing a bit brighter. “Of course I am… it is humiliating!” she snapped, cursing under her breath in a foreign tongue. She thwapped Emelie on the side of the head for the insulting question. “Soiling myself like a two year old, having my assistant change my diapers” she continued, restraining her irritation. “But it is the reality that we face Emelie and I’m not going to let this… little issue stand in the way of my plans.” she said, her frustration all but gone from her face, replaced with a sweet smile. “You adapt, and as disgusting as it is… I find the sensation of a full diaper to be… rather pleasant.” she admitted, reaching behind her and pressing the seat of her dirty diaper against her ass with a faint squelch. Aria shuddered at the action. Emelie looked revolted by the act but… she had done the same thing with her last accident. Just a little squish… “and so, I have accepted my situation. If I could stop wearing these accursed things tomorrow I would, without a second thought but for now I’ll do what I must. Do you trust me Emelie?” Aria asked, walking past her to the wall, hips swaying hypnotically. “Of course.” “Good.” Aria smiled pulling something from a drawer that receded into the wall. Returning, she held a large massager in her hand, a coy smirk on her face. “Come.” she said simply, moving to the couch. She sat down, paying little attention to the mess she had just sat in. A quiet moan escaped her lips. She lay back, squirming a little as she did. The vibrating head hummed quietly as it was flicked on. Aria pressed it against her sodden diaper and moaned loudly. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, her whole body tingled, she curled her toes and with all of her willpower paused for a moment. “Now, straddle my hips, you can put your knee on the couch.” she instructed, guiding Emelie until they were pressing their diapered hips together. “Ready?” Aria asked. Emelie looked hesitant. Couldn’t they change first… clean up? Having sex in a shitty diaper wasn’t exactly what she had pictured happening tonight but… she trusted Aria. The woman laying on the couch beneath her looked up, mouthing the word ‘adapt’ to her. Emelie nodded, biting her lip as she pressed her hips firmly against the vibrator. Aria flicked the device on again and both women let out a squeal of pleasure as arousal surged in their bodies. The vibrations dampened by the padding seemed to engulf their hips. They’d played like this before but this was different… far different. With the padding they could really grind against each other, pressing the massager firmly between them. The noises between them, the crinkling of the outer plastic shell, the squishing of the soggy padding, the squelches of the mushy messes, the hum of the vibrator and their gasps and moans. It was a strange symphony of pleasure as they both gave in, straining and sweating, humping each other like desperate schoolgirls. “C...closer” Aria stammered through shallow breaths. She reached around, grabbing Emelie by the bulging mound in her pullup and pulled her closer with a muddy squelch. The vibrations intensified and a surge of pleasure rushed through her, earning a long guttural moan as she pressed her ass against Aria’s hand. Wriggling and squirming at the disgusting but pleasurable sensation of her own mess being squished against her bottom she shuddered. At this rate it wasn’t going to take long to make her cum. Little spasms in her pelvic area accompanied her movements. She quivered and twitched each time she thrust her hips forward edging ever closer. Aria likewise slid her hand down to her own diaper, gently caressing the distended bulge. Her other hand held the vibrator tightly. Finally, she pressed her hand against the lumpy bulge, shutting her eyes. A higher pitched moan left her lips, she squeezed her thighs together. Aria, renowned businesswomen, mature, beautiful, wealthy… was climaxing in her shit filled diaper. The sight sent Emelie over the edge. One last thrust of her hips forward, the vibrations stimulating her clit was more than she could resist. She joined Aria, curling her toes as it happened, arching her back, collapsing against her partner’s chest, laying atop the olive-skinned woman. The pair lay there, in post-orgasmic bliss, the vibrator continuing to hum away between them. Little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through both of them coaxing a twitch or a dribble of cum or urine… neither could be sure which at this point. A small fetid puddle had accumulated underneath Aria, their combined ministrations resulting in a pair of leaky diapers. Silence enveloped them, both women keenly aware of what they’d just done… how enjoyable it had been… how ashamed they both felt. Neither wished to break the silence, it felt as if one would be assuming responsibility for what just happened if she were to speak up. The smell however… was getting unbearable. “We should… clean up.” Aria finally spoke after a few minutes of silence. The dopamine high was fading as was the warmth from their diapers. The sticky, clammy filth clinging to their skin far less enjoyable now and because of their… boisterous actions had spread around even further towards the front of their protection. Emelie nodded untangling herself from Aria, pulling herself up from the couch. Aria soon followed, brownish trickles running down her legs from the leaky diaper. Guilt… both of them felt it, they shouldn’t be enjoying this should they… they were grown women, they shouldn’t be messing their pants and then playing with it. Even the unflappable Aria was blushing. “Sorry about the couch… I think I leaked...” Emelie mumbled, gesturing to the small puddle on the faux leather cushion. “It can be cleaned.” Aria replied dismissively, opening the adjacent door from her office to a master bathroom. “Could I… have a moment of privacy to...” Emelie began, gesturing down to her dirty pullup. Aria sighed looking slightly irritated. Nevertheless, she acquiesced. “Go ahead.” she said, tugging at the sagging diaper around her hips, pulling it away from her skin. Emelie rushed into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. She tore the sides of her destroyed pullup away letting it fall to the ground with a splat before tossing her shirt aside. The water reacted to her presence and the shower automatically turned on as she stepped in. She didn’t dare look at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t bear to see herself again with shit smeared all over her ass and thighs. The murky brown water pooling in the bottom of the shower quickly turned clear as the water helped wash away her shame. An uncomfortable Aria stepped into the private restroom a few moments later. Emelie could hear the ripping of the tapes as she undid her own dirty diaper. She stepped into the shower, joining her under the steaming water. Emelie could see the shit smeared against her backside and stepped out of the way as the water in the bottom of the shower turned a murky brown. Aria turned to face her after rinsing off, there was a coy smile on her face. “I told you that you’d enjoy it.” she said simply as she reached for the soap. “I’d rather not talk about it...” Emelie said sullenly. “Suit yourself dear.” “Um… how did you get it to not… smell? Well… smell that bad.” Emelie asked. Aria raised her eyebrow “Oh, you mean my bowel movement?” Aria asked matter of factly. Em nodded as she shampooed her hair. “I’ve taken a layered approach to managing my incontinence.” she began. Emelie flinched, hearing her utter the words ‘my incontinence’ as if it saying it aloud solidified their condition permanently. “Obviously I can’t eliminate all of the smell but I’ve found two things help immensely… well three. I’ve tablets that I take with each meal that aid in digestion and help with the smell. The tape up kind are far better at containing the smell than your dainty little pullups. I’ve also come out with my own brand of powder. It helps keep your skin nice and dry not to mention suppressing any odors. It’s been selling like crazy.” Aria said with a laugh. Of course she’d find a way to profit off this, Emelie could hardly blame her. “Still haven’t come up with a name for it. Venom or toxin or something edgy like that. For bad girls who want to smell good.” she said with a giggle, amused at her own wordplay. Emelie couldn’t help but chuckle a little too. There was something morbidly fascinating with their desire to maintain a mature facade in the face of such a childish problem. “I’m sure you’ll think of something...” The two continued showering, lathering themselves with soap, forgetting all about what had just transpired. Emelie opened her eyes after washing her face. Aria was staring straight at her, hair matted to her face. “So, is this official now?” she spoke, catching Emelie offguard. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she played dumb. “What...” “You know precisely what I mean. Us, this… you, me.” Aria continued, a hint of exasperation in her voice. The sound of the water raining down was the only saving grace from an awkward silence as Emelie gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know where her aversion to commitment came from but she had a hard time saying yes to such things. “Aria I...” she started, taking a moment to think. She stared at the exotic looking woman. Under the running water her mouth felt dry. She liked Aria… a lot… but she liked her freedom… and Joshua… and… Her mind was racing. She had been spending more time with her lately, maybe she was trying to tell herself something. She looked up at Aria, her gaze unwavering. “Fine...” she choked out. “Fine?” Aria repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You know, these things are often done with some excitement.” she ribbed her. Emelie blushed, her nervousness melting into a goofy smile. “yes… of course… that would be… I’d like that.” she stammered. Aria ruffled her hair, sending water flying everywhere until Emelie smacked her hand away. “Good~” Aria responded, satisfied with her answer, draping her arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Her fingertips traced along the wet flesh downwards and downwards until the two found themselves making love in the shower. Outside in the office hadn’t been enough and now, wet, naked, clean they ravished each other. When they finally returned to her office everything was tidied up for them. Emelie’s clothes had been cleaned, folded and hung up next to the door. Aria had a set of clothes waiting for her on her desk and on the coffee table, impossible to ignore were two thick diapers. Aria yawned, gesturing for her to lay down. “I’ll help you with yours.” Emelie grumbled, accepting the instruction, tossing her towel aside. “Fine, but I don’t need these thick ones.” she insisted. Aria simply chuckled dismissively. “Of course not dear, but they’re what I have.” Aria taped her into the thick diaper expediently giving her a liberal dusting of the powder she’d been talking to her about earlier. Once the tapes were fastened and Emelie was trapped in the snug fitting prison she patted the front. “Alright, my turn.” Emelie climbed off the couch, paling at the deafening crinkle coming from the garment. Even the smallest of movements elicited a noisy rustle from the damn thing. She was immediately grateful for her A ranking. She moved to pull on her suit as Aria whistled quietly, putting on her own diaper. Her trousers only just fit over the bulky padding. If she bent over she could feel the fabric pulling taught against her diaper bulge. “It’s so obvious...” she lamented. Aria glanced at her. “Oh quit complaining, every woman in the damn city is wearing something similar. You can change in the morning. Come on, I’m exhausted.” At the mention of being exhausted, Emelie had to suppress a yawn as well. She too was quite tired. Emelie didn’t bother tucking in her blouse and as soon as Aria was dressed the pair departed. The club was still bustling with activity but the crowd had thinned substantially. It was getting late. “Senya, you know what to do.” Aria told her assistant as they walked past. She gave a curt nod towards her boss. “I know you have work tomorrow so you can drive. Let’s go to my place, I want to sleep next to you.” Walking out to the street Emelie’s sedan slowly glided up to them. “Milady.” She opened the door for Aria, snickering at the overly dramatic gesture of politeness. Aria shook her head. The pair sped off into the brisk evening, bathed in neon light. While Aria didn’t have ultralux money she was certainly a tier above Emelie’s standard of living. The raven-haired agent always forgot just how nice Aria’s small penthouse was. She had a decent view of the city, downtown loomed in the distance and you could even see the PrivSec building from the balcony. For just a moment, she allowed herself to fantasize about living there before Aria dragged her to the bedroom. “It is time for sleep.” She announced. Emelie knew that tone of voice, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Emelie just nodded, yawning again as she stripped down to her padded undergarments. Aria did the same. In a few seconds flat the two collapsed into bed, curling up in each other’s arms. “Now class, I want you to welcome Ms. Blackstar. She came all the way from PrivSec to tell you about what being a Private Security agent is like, helping keep SANAM city safe!”. Emelie walked into the classroom, smiling at the young children rustling noisily with every step. There was something familiar about the teacher. Emelie couldn’t put her finger on it, the long dark hair, her olive skin. “Thank you Miss Mouzaya.” Emelie began, clearing her throat. “Yes, I’m Field Commander Blackstar. I have my own...” An audacious little snot interrupted her. “Is it true you wear diapers?” one of the faceless children asked. Emelie balked at the question, cheeks turning bright red. She squeezed her thighs together feeling the crinkly bulk between them. “I heard they all do because they pee their pants.” another voice spoke up, the classroom tittering with amusement. “N… no of course not I...” “Look, you can totally see it!” a more astute student opined. “She is wearing a diaper!”. The tittering grew into uncontrolled giggling. Emelie glanced towards the teacher, a pleading look on her face to get her unruly classroom under control. “Now now class, settle down. Just because Agent Blackstar wears a protective undergarment doesn’t mean she’s any less of an agent.” the teacher began. Emelie felt faint, this was not what she had expected the teacher to say. “Sometimes she gets frightened and has an accident. It’s quite common for women in her line of work.” The teacher explained as if it was perfectly normal. All Emelie could do was stand there, speechless. “In fact, I think it would help if you showed them so they could see.” she added. Her eyes widened, she shook her head but could feel her hands moving to her waist. Undoing her belt, pulling her pants down to her knees revealed the shamefully thick diaper. “See class? It’s perfectly normal.” The young children burst into laughter at the sight of the grown woman displaying her huggies to them. She choked back her embarrassment. “Those are baby diapers!” she could clearly hear one accusatory tone. “N...no, it’s the Titan it’s not...” she argued before being interrupted by another. “My baby sister wears one just like that! It has the same patterns.” Seemingly content with her role in the presentation the teacher had returned to working off her computer leaving Emelie to face the children herself. The pink pastel pictures and designs that adorned her diaper would be more fitting on something a toddler would wear… not a grown woman. She clenched her fist angrily “Th...they’re not baby diapers!” she insisted again, pants still around her knees. “Look, she’s peeing her diaper!” someone announced. A hushed ‘ooooh’ fell over the room as she felt it. The warm, wet sensation, the trickling stream of urine tickling her lips. Emelie gasped in surprise. Letting go of her pants entirely she opted to jam her hands between her legs. She could feel the padding starting to grow soggy between her fingers. “She’s going potty in her pants.” another child noted with glee as Emelie uncontrollably urinated in front of the class. Tears of humiliation trickled down her cheek. The teasing words of the children blended into a sea of noise. Finally she finished wetting herself. The thick padding was absolutely soaked. It felt ten times heavier than it had been when it was dry. Nearly every single inch was swollen with urine, her thighs pushed even further apart. How had she even peed so much? “As… as I was saying” she attempted to persevere despite her now soggy state. A boy in the first row stood. Fishing something out of his pocket she yelped in surprise stumbling back in fear at the sight of a gun. The rainbow hued plastics of a child’s squirt-gun caught the experienced agent by surprise. Her bowels slackened in terror. As she fell backwards she soiled her diaper noisily in front of the children. A loud, chunky, wet release was enough to cause her diaper to bulge substantially before she hit the ground. Falling with a dull splat she shut her eyes, grunting as she completely voided her bowels, filling her diaper. She sat there, shoulders against the wall still pushing semisolid poop into her diaper. The class had erupted into raucous laughter at this point. The teacher oblivious to the goings on, simply whistling a tune to herself as she typed away at the keyboard. “She pooped her diaper!” one exclaimed with particularly malicious glee. “Eww she pooed!” another shouted. “Ms. Mouzaya, Emelie pooped her diaper.”another announced. That finally got the teacher’s attention. She glanced up from the computer as Emelie slowly pulled herself to her feet, sniffling. “Oh dear… Thank you class.” Due to her unfortunate fall a fetid discolored puddle had been left on the floor where she’d sat. Brownish liquid dripped from the outer shell of the garment. Even worse, brown ooze clung to her thighs where her fall had forced it past the leg guards, squishing it against her skin. The teacher circled around the horrified agent clicking her tongue. “Normally I would send her to the nurse but since she’s leaking I can’t have her leaking all over the hall. We’ll have to change her in the classroom.” The children all giggled volunteering to help. Emelie could only shake her head and reach for her pants which had mysteriously vanished. “Th… that’s not necessary I… I think I’d rather just be going… I have a change in my car I...” she was shushed by the teacher who firmly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards what could only be described as a diaper changing table. “But I won’t fit on that...” “We’ll make do, now up.” Miss Mouzaya commanded. She crawled onto the changing table, staring at the ceiling. One of the children brought an even thicker diaper than the one she had initially been wearing. “Oh, good thinking. I don’t think she’s ready for a Titan. She really ought to be wearing a colossus.” she agreed, more giggles coming from the children. “I guess she’s not ready for potty training yet. Remember class everyone learns at their own rate. “I… I am potty trained.” Emelie protested weakly. “I am...” She awoke with a start, Aria was stroking her hair. “Of course you are. Of course you are.” her girlfriend whispered comfortingly. A cold sweat blanketed her face, making the air in the room seem cooler than it was. “Just a bad dream.” Aria cooed. Emelie instinctively reached underneath the sheets, feeling the fabric for the telltale wetness of a nighttime accident. The sheets were mercifully dry. “You were mumbling something about being potty trained and having quite a fit.” Aria explained. Emelie blushed brightly, recalling brief moments from the dream. “C’mon, I’ll help you change.” Aria whispered. Emelie responded with a confused noise… right… the diaper… she groaned, pressing the fingers against the front of the padding. Soaked… “I can wait until morning...” she mumbled, still groggy. Aria began to get a little annoyed “No you can’t, you messed your diaper in your sleep!” she announced. The color drained from her face. She had what? “N...no I didn’t.” she reacted the only way she knew how. Wetting her bed was one thing but to have so little control she voided her bowels while she slept. Her lip quivered, Aria took her hand and pressed it right against the faint bulge with a squelch. “Good thing I put you in one of those...” Aria mused as she pulled the sheet away exposing her well used diaper. Aria’s own diaper was utterly soaked but she hadn’t soiled it like Emelie. After that dream she wasn’t in any mood to resist. Aria gathered the supplies to clean up after her little accident. Tired, frustrated, humiliated Emelie didn’t fight it. Aria opened the diaper and quickly wiped her down until she was once more clean. Fortunately it wasn’t nearly as bad as her dirty diaper earlier in the evening. Emelie fell asleep before it was finished , woken briefly by Aria tucking her in as she rejoined her in bed. “Mmmthanks.” she mumbled before falling back asleep for a scant few dreamless hours. Morning arrived and everything seemed like a distant memory. Her diaper was barely even damp, though… the vague recollection of what had happened during the night ensured she didn’t celebrate prematurely. Hopefully Aria wouldn’t mention anything. Speaking of which. Emelie rolled over, seeing the sleeping woman brought a smile to her lips. Her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning Murtaziq” she mumbled. “Go on and get ready for work.” she said, shooing her out of bed so she could go back to sleep. Such was the benefits of making her own hours. Emelie chuckled and nodded, kissing Aria on the forehead before crawling out of bed. First thing first, bathroom. Wandering into the toilet she tore the diaper from her hips and plopped down to relieve herself. There was something admittedly satisfying watching the bladder level bars in her ocular implant decrease as she emptied herself. She sat on the toilet as more of the dream came back to her. It reminded her of the time spent doing outreach while she was still SAPD. Visiting classrooms, talking to children… it was like a warped memory… an extremely warped memory and that teacher… that was Aria! She shook her head, wishing she could forget everything about the dream. It just seemed so wrong. Regardless, it was time for a new mission. That was always something to be excited about. With all the paperwork finished yesterday she wondered what would be available today! She wanted to be early before all the good missions were taken. Hopefully Hagar wasn’t too angry with her. After that chewing out yesterday though she couldn’t be so sure. Splashing cold water on her face she stared at herself in the mirror. “You’re a grown ass woman, you can do this.” she encouraged herself, feeling like she needed a bit of a pep talk. Rummaging through Aria’s dresser she grabbed a pair of panties. Surely Aria wouldn’t miss them. Emelie felt a bit guilty slipping them up her legs but she still had that package of protection at work. She hated that it had come to it but she could change into one when she got to her office. She heard Aria’s mumbling voice from the bed. “Don’t have an accident in my panties….” Emelie blushed, deciding not to argue with her. Pulling on the rest of her clothes was a quick affair. She didn’t even think about the implications of wearing the same suit two days in a row… though she’d spent most of yesterday in her office slaving away over paperwork. The only person who’d really seen her was Hagar… and that harpy Veronica…. In a few short minutes Emelie was out the door and taking a seat in her car. Her stomach growled hungrily, she pined for a cup of coffee but she wasn’t going to risk it. She knew the route from Aria’s place could often have traffic heading towards the PrivSec building in the morning and wearing panties… she shuddered at the thought of another accident. Things were finally settling back into some semblance of normalcy. No Lynd talking her ear off, no having to rely on Joshua for a ride in his ridiculous sports car. Just silence, enjoyable silence. Her implant vibrated in her ear… it seemed her enjoyment of solitude was short sighted. “Lynd… Can I help you? You know work doesn’t start for...” she paused, glancing at the time. “an hour or so.” Em spoke through the private call. “Yeah, so? You didn’t come home last night, were you out with that Wraith more or didja have a hot date?” she asked, prying for information like they were close friends. There was something endearing about the younger woman’s enthusiasm but Emelie wasn't in the mood. “I’ll see you at work Lynd.” she said curtly, hanging up the call. She shook her head, reclining in her seat as the car drove itself to the PrivSec building. She stepped out of the car at the front gate, letting it go park itself as she made her way once more into the office. Already she was feeling a twinge of desperation. A quick check and she wasn’t even at 40% capacity yet! The decision to skip coffee earlier was proving to be a wise choice. It was odd, as she walked through the lobby she almost felt self conscious. So many women were obviously diapered under their professional attire. A thin awkward veil of normalcy hung over the lobby as they all pretended nothing had changed. Emelie could see or hear the telltale hints that they were wearing some level of protection. She started to think about what Hagar had been telling her yesterday about the department of compliance. She swallowed dryly and stepped a bit more quickly towards her office before she was caught without the proper protection on. Unlike the prior day Hagar wasn’t waiting for her when she departed the elevator on her floor. She breathed a sigh of relief, making a beeline for her office where she’d left the package of Sentinel pullups. She would change, visit the restroom assuming the construction was done, and then peruse the new mission offerings. Everything went according to plan which seemed like a miracle given the past few days and the likelihood of her plans to fall apart. There was only a few other people on her floor at this time of morning. Making it to her office without having to interact with anyone else was a cinch. With the door locked behind her she quickly stripped off her bottoms before removing one of those accursed garments from the packaging. Emelie couldn’t wait until they were available without the cutesy prints. She swallowed her pride… again and slid them up her legs one foot at a time before the thin layer of padding once more hugged her hips. She took a deep breath, confidence slowly returning as she hastily tugged up her slacks over the discrete protection. Once she was properly dressed for work she hurried to the dispatch office. It was still early! Hopefully there would be some prime missions available, she wrung her hands together with excitement. That last mission hadn’t gone… exactly as planned, but in the end it had been a success… even if she did get chewed out for some of the… minor details. “Blackstar, I see you got the message.” a familiar voice called out. She blushed at Hagar’s insinuation. Was it really that obvious? Emelie scrambled for a moment, adjusting her slacks. “Relax, I was just testing you. I’m glad you’re following orders. I’ve got your next dispatch here.” he continued, handing over a manila envelope. She furrowed her brow in surprise. That didn’t normally happen. Hagar could see the confusion on her face. “Open it, seems like the Division Ruine boss was impressed with how you and your team handled that last mission he requested you and your group for another assignment… despite the smell.” Hagar quipped, much to Emelie’s displeasure. Emelie snatched the envelope from his hand huffing at the comment. “Assuming it’s vetted?” she asked, tearing open the envelope. “Just the general requirements. Sounding like another Grade B, you’ll look like a real hotshot if you get two done in one month.” She began reading the missive. It certainly was odd in this digital city to receive an actual, physical document. Attempting to read however would be more accurate. She stared blankly at the loopy script adorning the paper. It was as foreign to her as the life of the ultralux, far above the city. “Uhhh...” Emelie squinted her eyes, staring intently at the paper as if it would suddenly make sense if she stared at it longer. Hagar blinked, glancing at the paper before back at Emelie. “… wait… are you serious? Goddamn degenerate youth of today.” he muttered, snatching the paper from her hand. “It’s cursive Blackstar. What are they even teaching you kids in school today.” he shook his head. “You’re not even ten years older than me!” Emelie shot back. “Old enough it seems.” he groused. “Dear Miss Blackstar. I am requesting the services of you and your team…. Dear Miss Blackstar? This guy really is old fashioned. Anyway, where was I? your team. “A matter of a certain… sensitive nature has arisen at Division Ruine and I find myself in need of your services. Given we have established a good working relationship I trust that I can count on you. Signed Robert Walker. Seems like you really made an impression on the man Em, or maybe he goes for black hair and an inability to file expense reports on time.” Emelie punched him in the arm. “Very funny Hagar.” she snatched the paper back from her boss as he rubbed his arm. He shook his head as he walked away, glancing back over his shoulder. “Remember, we’ve got an image to uphold.” he said before leaving. A blush graced her cheeks, she wisely kept her mouth shut. She informed the rest of her team they had a mission details to follow later. Walking to one of the company cars Lynd immediately called her. “Whoa, already? A mission? Who’s it for, what are we doing, do we get to shoot anybody?” A barrage of questions came over the comlink. Emelie sighed dramatically. “You’re the team watcher, so just watch.” she responded curtly. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re no fun?” Lynd’s voice chimed back. “Yes, more than one person in fact. I don’t know any of the details yet. That’s what I’m going to see now. He wants to brief me in person it seems. You can make yourself useful and do me a favor. Find out everything you can about Robert Walker.” she ordered. There was a brief pause. “Anything in particular you want me to look for?” she asked. Emelie was slightly surprised, she’d expected a bit more resistance from the girl. It seemed she might fit into the corporate structured lifestyle after all. “I don’t know...” she mused “Just get me some light reading for the car ride.” Twenty minutes later a notification appeared in her ocular implant, Lynd worked quickly it seemed. The engine of the PrivSec suv thrummed quietly as it drove towards the office she’d been at just days before. Using the integrated holoprojector built into the dash she began to peruse the report. It began with his younger days, before Division Ruine. Emelie wasn’t sure if it showed off either how good Lynd was or how vast the PrivSec databases were. Either way, there was enough information to distract her for the majority of the drive. She learned everything from his favored brand of cigars, to Division Ruine’s profits… for the past ten years, even his suspected favorite color was listed though… she had a feeling Lynd was just messing with her when the report said chartreuse. The familiar building came into view and the truck slowed as it pulled around to the entrance. Emelie dismissed the boxy, armored vehicle, it slowly rolled away as she set it to surveillance mode. Bridgette was already waiting for her as she approached the door. Emelie’s eyes drifted downwards. It was plain enough. Underneath the muscular woman’s tight fitting skirt was the faint but unmistakable rectangular lump of thick padding. Emelie blushed slightly, quickly look back up at her face before she was caught staring. The woman extended her hand, grasping Emelie’s own, shaking it firmly. “Good to be working with you again. The boss wanted outside help with this. He’s expecting you.” she greeted, opening the door for Emelie. Em nodded and walked in as the brunette security officer shut the door behind her. It wasn’t quite as tense as last time she’d been here. This time she didn’t have to tell the leader of one of the larger gangs in SANAM city that she needed to deal with some of his organization. This time she was here on his request. It didn’t take long at all until once again she found herself in front of the heavy oaken doors. They swung open, Bridgette escorted her inside. Walker sat in his full backed leather chair, waving his hand in the air, dismissing a set of reports projected above his desk. “Come in.” he requested, slowly standing to meet her. Bridgette shut the door behind them. Walker took a moment before returning to his chair after a firm handshake. “I know your time is valuable as is mine. I’ll get down to it.” he began as Emelie sat, Bridgette sitting to her right. He intertwined his fingers leaning forward. His body language alone was enough to tell Emelie the gravity of the situation. It took a lot to make Emelie uneasy but dealing with Walker, the kind of man who could ruin a person on a whim brought a certain anxiety. The last time she’d been here he had executed one of his sons… without a second thought and then thanked her for it. She swallowed dryly but remained stoic. Just like last time, the network activity in the room dropped, the signal status in her ocular implant dropped to zero percent. “One of our own decided to…. appropriate a very advanced product… advanced and… experimental.” he began, his measured speech slow and deliberate. “As you may… or may not know Division Ruine manufactures some very advanced pieces of technology I am quite proud to say. We’d been having some trouble in retrieving our leased augmentations from those no longer with us. SPD paperwork can be so bothersome, but I don’t have to tell you that. Then there’s also the matter of dealing with the family’s and their objections to post-mortem surgery...” Emelie tensed, she wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about but she had a sinking suspicion in the pit of her stomach. “So, we devised a method of control… if they had the augments to support such a thing of course. A way for the augments to return themselves to us if you will before they become property of the SPD coroners.” he said, a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his voice. Emelie interjected, looking quite pale as she realized what he was speaking of. “Augment activity must cease upon hosts death… that’s the law s….” she said before he cut her off. “Don’t quote Corporate Council law at me!” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “As I was saying, it was experimental. Perhaps one of the poorer ideas I approved for development.” he mused, pausing for a moment to recompose himself. “It was tagged and archived. It would be a bit too grizzly to have corpses dragging themselves down the street to a Division Ruine warehouse for processing, not to mention the attention it would attract but I digress. An… enterprising individual decided to abscond with the Summoner project and appropriate it for his own misdoings… thieving scum” Her jaw tightened “So you want this Summoner project destroyed?” she asked. He nodded “In more ways than one. He’s begun calling himself The Summoner.” Walker added with a roll of his eyes. “I’ll transfer you all of the files pertaining to him.” He held out his hand and Emelie acquiesced, grasping it, shaking the man’s hand again accepting the file transfer. There certainly was a lot to digest, she could look at the specifics later. “Extrajudicial executions have to be cleared first… there are proper channels for these kinds of things Walker.” Emelie began, wishing she could bring herself to be a little more forceful. He stared at her nonplussed “What he’s been doing warrants a killing, it’s all documented. I’m paying PrivSec handsomely for this. It won’t be a problem.” he spoke with an icy tone. “I only have one stipulation, Bridgette will accompany you for this. Obviously as chief of security this is her mess to clean up.” he paused, glancing at the muscular woman who paled at the look. “Sorry, make that two stipulations. Though, this should hardly be of any trouble. Under no circumstances are you to mention of Division Ruine’s involvement with the development with the Summoner project.” he insisted with a tone that said it was not up for discussion. “Unfortunately a squad of my own would be too risky. If Division Ruine attempts to apprehend him I believe he will make public knowledge the details of the Summoner Project and given his connections as an ex employee… I would be less than pleased with that result. A PrivSec team however… well his activities warrant such action, it’s to be expected sooner or later.” She had to admit, it made sense. Walker wasn’t the type to reach for outside help lightly. Everything that Lynd had compiled for her seemed to indicate he kept operations within the organization. If word got out that they were reanimating augments still installed… the Council would bury them. Emelie glanced towards Bridgette who was nervously drumming her fingers across her thigh. “I think we can accommodate her in our operations.” she concluded. The brunette looked visibly relieved and Walker appeared pleased. If Emelie didn’t know any better she would have guessed Bridgette had just peed in the thick diaper beneath her skirt. “Good, good. I was certain we would come to an understanding. Update me when you know more. Bridgette, don’t fuck this up.” he said harshly. Clearly, she was in the dog house until this matter was resolved. Bridgette nodded “Yes Boss.” Emelie nodded as well. She hadn’t even noticed by the time their meeting finished her bladder was just passing seventy-five percent full. She squeezed her thighs together, the faint rustle of her pullup barely audible with her enhanced hearing. Just like that, the meeting was over. Her signal returned and idle network activity resumed around her as he lifted the communications blackout around the office. “See her out Bridgette.” The larger woman nodded again and stood from her chair gesturing for Emelie to follow. She quickly stood, shaking Walker’s hand once more. The firm grip of his hand locked around hers as their eyes locked loosened a dribble of warm urine into her padding. “The pleasure was mine Ms. Blackstar.” Emelie simply smiled at him before departing with Bridgette. The pair breathed a collective sigh of relief as the door shut behind him. “Hell of a boss...” Emelie said with a chuckle to lighten the mood. “Tell me about it...” Bridgette groused, walking with the distinctive awkward gait of a soggy diaper between her legs. “Um… bathroom?” Emelie asked. Bridgette nodded, blushing at the sodden warmth in her own ‘underwear’. She too needed the bathroom but for a change… “Just follow me.” The sleek door opened for the both of them revealing a nicely furnished bathroom. Walker’s tastes didn’t end at his office it seemed. Marble tiles lined the wall. Everything was this blend of present and past that juxtaposed in a strange but aesthetically pleasing way. If she had Aria’s money this might be the kind of decor she’d use in her own place. No sooner than making it to the stall door a furry black blur shot out from under the door past her feet. Emelie yelped in surprise flinging the door shut, stumbling backwards. Bridgette let out a rather girlish shriek of surprise punctuated by a muffled wet blort as the back of her diaper suddenly expanded to accommodate a soft mush expelled in fright. Despite noisily filling her diaper the security chief swung her leg and kicked the thing across the bathroom. It collided with a surprisingly metallic thunk. “God fucking FUCK!” Bridgette bellowed, panting heavily before tapping her ear. “One of your fucking pets escaped. I swear if you don’t get your lab in order I’m going to wring your neck… Of course I’m fucking pissed, it made me… Nevermind! Just take inventory. Make sure nothing else got out.” she shouted through her com. Emelie noticed her pullup was feeling awfully damp now, the meter now down to fifty-three percent and slowly dropping. She was still dribbling! She grimaced, straining her muscles to regain control of her bladder. Slowly the flow dwindled, stopping at forty-eight. At least she hadn’t soiled her pullup. The faint smell of a wet bowel movement caused her to double check. She patted the back of her pants, sighing in relief the smell wasn’t coming from her but rather the deeply embarrassed Bridgette. “You okay?” Emelie asked. The brunette dragged her hand across her face in irritation. “I can’t believe that made me shit myself. I’m a grown woman and I...” she said with a scowl, gingerly probing the seat of her skirt, feeling the diaper sagging heavily with shit. Emelie felt bad for the woman, being in her position wasn’t easy and only made more difficult by her body betraying her. “Well, you’re not the only one… that thing made me piss myself.” she admitted in a rare moment of candor and camaraderie with a fellow woman suffering a bout of incontinence. Emelie tugged the front of her slacks down revealing just enough of the pastel colored pullup and the slightly faded prints. Bridgette chuckled bitterly “Well, at least you didn’t load your pants.” “Fair enough...” Emelie responded before slipping into the stall to finish. It was definitely wet but it hadn’t leaked! She inspected the padding between her knees as she sat on the toilet. The garment had done its job, could probably soak up a fair bit more too. Emelie felt a major sense of accomplishment while sitting on the toilet, much like waking up dry the previous day. It only took a few moments for her to finish emptying her bladder. Much to her irritation it seemed like she couldn’t empty it all the way? The meter still read fifteen percent full! Maybe the damn thing was busted… she didn’t feel like she had to go anymore. Tugging up her protection she didn’t bother wiping, it was already damp she told herself. What difference did it make? Outside the stall Bridgette was standing bowlegged in front of a shelf that had unfolded from the wall. The smell from Bridgette’s dirty diaper had started to seep through her protection and leave a noticeable stench in the bathroom. Emelie wrinkled her nose. She held a large garment in her hand, the pink prints that adorned the white plastic casing brought a scowl to both their faces. Washing her hands Emelie noticed Bridgette’s hesitation, simply holding the garment. She looked so vulnerable standing there, not at all like the woman who could easily rip the bathroom door off its hinges if she were so inclined. “Do you need help?” Emelie asked after a few seconds of awkward silence. “...please.” Bridgette said in a subdued tone. “I’m still having trouble getting these damn things to fit right… I can never seem to get them tight enough… I guess it didn’t leak this time so that’s good.” she grumbled. Emelie nodded, walking over to the woman she plucked the thick diaper from her hands. “You could always try wearing you know… one of the pullup kinds.” Emelie mused. The brunette shook her head, blushing fiercely at the suggestion. “I did… it didn’t um… go well. Walker said I had to wear something thicker… didn’t want his precious wood floor warping from the puddles...” The statement caused Emelie to grit her teeth, disdain for the man welling in her like the rising tide. “He’s been pretty accommodating otherwise...” Bridgette said in Walker’s defense, seeing Emelie’s visible reaction. “Well, where do you want to do this?” Emelie asked, looking around. “Here’s fine...” Bridgette gestured to the wall as another panel folded open slowly lowering until it was parallel with the floor. She stared at it, slowly wriggling her skirt down past her messy diaper. Emelie had to resist smirking in her continence superiority. Unable to turn the tables on Aria there was a certain perverse enjoyment of having the powerful security officer subdued before her. Bridgette awkwardly attempted to climb onto the changing station without squishing the contents of her diaper against her backside any more than it had been already. After a few failed attempts she managed to get into a lying position looking off to the side, soiled diaper on display between her splayed open legs. “I appreciate your help...” Bridgette said, too embarrassed to meet the gaze of the woman whom she was thanking. “Well, we are going to be working together. Consider it practice in case we have to perform a field change while on the op.” Emelie said, enjoying Bridgette squirm at the subtle implication. “Hopefully not...” she grunted. The agent could see why Walker had insisted on thicker garments. It was already straining to contain the voluminous emission. The gusset tinged yellow, sodden with urine and the rear bulging heavily with shit. Emelie resisted the urge to make a comment, feeling a stab of guilt at her conflicted feelings. Remembering what Aria had taught her she ripped open the tapes, wrinkling her nose as the smell of filth intensified when the diaper was lowered. She certainly had made good use of this diaper. “Lift your legs” Emelie asked, using the dry bits of the diaper to wipe away filth from her womanhood as she removed it from under her. Disposing of the dirtied diaper she stared at the woman’s shit smeared ass, Emelie hated the idea that it could have been any one of her team laying in front of her. Another panel next to the changing station popped open revealing more supplies. Emelie had a sinking suspicion that the women’s bathrooms at PrivSec would resemble these after the construction was finished. Grabbing one of the wipes she reached down towards Bridgette’s clean shaven pussy. She hadn’t expected that, even she had a bit of hair down there. The cold wipe forced a yelp of surprise from the larger woman and a spurt of urine that soaked into the synthetic cloth wipe. “You almost pissed on me!” Emelie exclaimed. Bridgette turned even redder than before. “I’m sorry I just… it was really cold! I wasn’t expecting that! I told them to install a heater for them I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” she stammered another apology. “It’s fine it’s fine just control yourself.” Emelie grumbled hypocritically, delicately pinching the soaked wipe between her fingers, tossing it down the same chute she had disposed of the diaper with. Fortunately the rest of the change went as planned. A few more wipes and her toned skin was once again clean “Don’t worry about the table… it’s self sanitizing.” Bridgette muttered as Emelie disposed of the last wipe. “Up again.” Emelie commanded, unfolding the large diaper and positioning it under the thick woman. One by one she pulled the tapes snug and affixed them to the front of the garment, locking Bridgette back into her toilet for the foreseeable future. She quickly climbed off the table, fresh diaper crinkling loudly as she pulled her skirt back up, hiding her shame. “Thanks...” “Don’t mention it… I’m sure you’ll pay me back later.” Emelie said, offering her a smile. Bridgette just grunted at her and nodded as they both washed their hands before departing. “This way...”. The Division Ruine building was much less of a maze than PrivSec’s headquarters. A short walk and Emelie found herself back outside into the midday sun. “Keep me in the loop.” Bridgette called out to the raven-haired woman. Emelie’s car was already pulling up to the sidewalk, door opening for her. She sunk down into the driver’s seat the slight squish of damp padding underneath her. Before she had even gotten comfortable Lynd was already patching herself through. “Soooo, what did he say? Is it exciting? I bet it’s a super wild mission. Oh man, it’s going to be so cool.” she rambled on with her patented girlish enthusiasm. “Lynd stop… stop just. Calm down, let me get the rest of the team on the line.” Emelie grunted, patching Drake, Dianna, Taarna and Fiona into the call. Once everyone had connected she began. “If you haven’t already met her… our new team slicer is on the line with us. Lynd Revest...” she gave a blaise introduction, lowering the volume in expectation of a flurry of excited greetings. She let Lynd introduce herself to Dianna, Drake and Taarna, idly watching the traffic go by more interested in her prior interaction with Bridgette than the casual chatter between the team. Bridgette, like her was unaccustomed to the changes they were facing. Sure, Emelie had a position over her team but… not like Bridgette. She shuddered at the thought of trying to maintain respect of an entire organization while filling her pants like a toddler at the slightest provocation. “So… boss what’s the play? Boss?” Fiona’s voice brought her back from her thoughts. “It’s an elimination job.” she began. The silence over the line was palpable. These were the kinds of jobs that walked a fine line between legalities. “He says everything is documented and this guy… he’s no saint. I trust his judgment. It’s not just person though there’s experimental tech involved….” she paused, remember what Walker had spoken about. “He’s developed some… bad stuff. We’re talking implant function after termination.” she explained. The team remained silent listening to her every word. “First objective is to find the bastard. They don’t know where he is so we can’t move until we know at least where he is. After we do locate him second objective is surveillance. I want to know what his routine is, when he sleeps where he sleeps who he sleeps with what brand of toothpaste he uses to brush his teeth...” Lynd’s giggling slowly grew more audible as Emelie continued her demands. She hadn’t really seen this side of Emelie yet and to her it was apparently quite amusing. Emelie twitched, irritated by the insubordination. “You sound like… like one of those cops in a cop movie Em I want this and this and this!” Lynd teased. Drake’s snickering came in through the call. “Shut up Lynd! This is NOT the time! If I hear one more word from you...” Emelie shouted, trailing off, blushing brightly. “Like I was SAYING. Teams of two Fiona you work the streets with Dianna. Drake, you and Taarna do the same. I’ll work with Bridgette… that’s the other thing. We’ll have a tag-along their chief of security is going to be joining us. Lynd setup another channel she can join us in and let me know when it’s done. We don’t really know much about him other than in his employee file from his tenure at DR which I’ll distribute shortly.” A jumble of various “Yes ma'am” and other acknowledgments came in before Emelie promptly withdrew from the call taking a deep breath. Lynd was certainly making things more… lively, for better or worse. She groaned feeling the swollen padding between her legs, pressing hotly against her womanhood. Did she… during the call? Eleven percent… she had… without even noticing. Emelie grumbled angrily punching in the destination back to her office. A change and then it was time for lunch, her stomach growled ravenously in agreement with her idea. Definitely time for lunch.
  11. Thank you, also another picture of our proud heroine from the opening chapter done by jtarlipes. and I just wanted to throw out if you enjoy this kind of content, fear, wetting, soiling, humiliation and want to join a small discord group of like minded artists and authors send me a message! and an advertisement from this new world. More art coming soon!
  12. No I'm not dead! Nor is this story! Just needed a little break and then editing took a while but alas, I present to you the latest chapter. Also with some fantastic art of our main protagonist having a bit of an accident in her light blue suit by our good friend Hwcm. Without any further ado, the next chapter. The alarm in her aural implant vibrated, the time flashing red across her eyes, earning a groan from the still sleepy agent. What time had she even gone to bed? Still laying motionless on her bed she grunted, checking her bio-records. Three hours of sleep… “Wonderful.” she griped under her breath. At least today would just be paperwork and taking care of business in the office. Something was different though… something was normal? Her eyes shot open as she felt the sheets under her. Dry?! They were dry! Of course they were dry! Emelie leapt out of bed without a second thought dancing with excitement. “I did it!” she exclaimed proudly. Keeping her sheets dry at night seemed like an odd thing for the woman to be proud of, but in these trying times she’d take any victory she could retain. Emelie’s sudden jubilation proved to be a bit too much stimulation. She froze, feeling a sharp jet of urine warm her thighs. She let out a subdued yelp, awkwardly pinching her legs together. The flow stopped as she regained tenuous control of her bladder. As she desperately hobbled towards the bathroom, spurt after spurt ran down her legs, leaving a glittering trail of liquid on her floor. In her bathroom the rancid stench of her dirty pullup made her gag. Wet warmth dribbled over the hand wedged firmly between her legs. Each step loosened another gush, liquid trickling down her muscular legs. Her morning mishap slightly dampened her mood but still, she hadn’t wet the bed! For the first time in a week now she’d woken up with dry sheets! The proud woman reveled in her childish accomplishment as she finished emptying herself in the toilet. Glancing down at the pullup she swallowed her disgust at the brown stained garment; she’d have to do something about that. A knock at the door interrupted her revelry. “I need to shower, I’m soaked...” Lynd’s voice came through the door. “Okay okay, I’m almost done.” Emelie called back as she methodically wiped herself. That news brought a smirk to her face as she stuffed the dirty pull-up into the trash bin, loosely covering it with some discarded tissue paper. Emelie opened the door, looking smug despite the damp path leading from her bedroom to the bathroom. Arms folded over her chest, she stood in the doorway staring down at the shorter woman. “I woke up dry.” Emelie announced smugly. Lynd didn’t look amused by her host’s attempt to lord her continence over her. “Great… move...” she grumbled, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Lynd recoiled in disgust as she moved closer to the bathroom. “Doesn’t smell like you did...” she mumbled. Emelie huffed, blushing faintly. “That was from last night before I got home.” she said defensively before moving out of the doorway “Whatever… I don’t care. I just want to shower.” the girl whined as she shuffled past Emelie. Lynd’s pullup made a wet squish with every step. Back in her room she rifled through her dresser; who needed those humiliating things anyway? She’d be fine just sitting around the office, maybe taking a bit of a nap at her desk. Show them all that she deserved her A-ranking in continence. She plucked another of her suits from the hangar, back to professional wear. Black with gold stitching, and a matching vest underneath. A bold choice for PrivSec, but she was feeling in her element this morning. Once dressed, shoulder holster hidden away under her jacket, she wandered into the kitchen where a steaming cup of coffee awaited her. While Lynd showered she reclined on the couch, flicking on the news with her implants. An attractive, platinum-blonde newscaster read the morning headlines, a stock ticker running across the bottom of the screen. “...and in a shocking late night revelation PharmaTek has acknowledged an unintended side effect of their latest Serum revision, which became publicly available just over a month ago. Their chief researcher, Dr. Howard Takemura, has indicated that he will be stepping down due to his involvement.” the woman began, doing her best to remain professional and hide her discomfort. Emelie leaned forward in her seat, eyes glued to the television screen as she listened. “He remained tight-lipped with details, but assured us that it is not life threatening. Here’s a clip of the press conference now.” The clip showed a sharply dressed man standing in front of a podium, his short salt-and-pepper hair slicked back. He cleared his throat “Regretfully, I have come to make a public acknowledgement that PharmaTek is now aware of an unfortunate side effect stemming from the Serum-5 series of anti-rejection products. While we don’t yet have all the facts, I want to stress that the side effects are not life threatening. Serum-5 is still extremely safe for the vast majority of the population.” He paused, and before he could continue reporters were already barraging him with questions. Emelie watched intently; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even paid attention to the news this closely. She was already clenching her jaw. The crowd of journalists continued: “Can you confirm the side effects for us?”, “Is it true Serum-5 is causing widespread incontinence?”, “Does pharmaTek have a roadmap to fixing Serum-5?”, “Are there plans to reissue stores of Serum-4?”, “How do you respond to the accusation that PharmaTek has been suppressing discussion of Serum-5 effects on the net?” The questions came at a rapid pace one after another. Emelie could barely discern what was being asked. Takemura cleared his throat, taking a moment to adjust his tie. “Once again, I would like to reiterate that Serum-5 is extremely safe for the vast majority of the population. PharmaTek is dedicated to the safety of all our customers, and we will work with all haste to correct the Serum formula.” he began, speaking over the throng of reporters. Silencing their audio with a wave of his hand he continued. “We’ve observed light to moderate bladder and bowel incontinence in women. At this time, we’re unsure of why this dichotomy exists, but are exhausting all options to determine a cause, and further, a resolution. “Mild...to moderate?” Emelie looked as if she might hurl her coffee mug into the TV. Takemura continued: “Unfortunately…” he paused, a strange look crossing his face for the briefest of instants, “We have no remaining stock of Serum-4, and anticipate a 3 to 4 month delay before we’ll be able to produce more.” Emelie nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee. He was lying! He was fucking lying! Emelie saw it for herself… Well, not with her own eyes, but Nyx had seen it! If that shipment was any indication of things, PharmaTek still had plenty of stock left over. What had been loosely postulated conspiracy theories the night before now didn’t seem so far fetched… “...and I would like to extend our deepest apologies to any of our customers whom this issue may have affected. I sincerely hope you will bear with us while we work to make this right.” Shards of porcelain pricked her skin as the mug shattered in her crushing grip. Emelie winced as razor thin lacerations quickly formed on her hand. “Fuck!” she cursed, leaping to her feet shaking her hand. It was all bullshit! Why would he blatantly lie to them?! Anger gripped her, fear gnawed at her, but mostly icy cold betrayal washed over her. How could PharmaTek lie to them? Maybe that shipment was just a fluke. The corporate agent desperately tried to rationalize what he was saying. Her thoughts drifted back to one of her prouder moments of her life. Applying to the corporate training project for private security forces. Among all the applicants she had been selected among a select few others to join the elite ranks of the private security world. Thinking of how proud she’d felt sickened her, the taste of accomplishment turning to ash in her mouth. It didn’t make sense. She’d gone to a PrivSec-funded school. PrivSec patrols kept the neighborhoods safe, PrivSec grants helped her father buy their home. “Why would Privsec…” she mused. The television shut off as she walked in a daze towards the kitchen. “Why…” she murmured. The cold tap water stung her wounds as murky red tinged water pooled in the bottom of the sink. Emelie plucked a few shards of her mug from her hand before shaking it dry. “What is it, what’s happening?!” Lynd darted out of the shower, the younger woman’s hair still wrapped with a towel. “You were screaming…oh shit, your hand!” Lynd exclaimed. Emelie’s head jerked towards her, eyes wide. “Here, move!” Lynd acted quickly, grabbing the dermal spray as Emelie seemed to stare blankly at what she had available. “I can do it myself.” Emelie snapped at her, holding her hand out. The spray stung as much as the cold water. “Other side.” Lynd demanded. Em flipped her hand over and another quick spray soon followed. “Stupid handle broke off my mug.” Emelie mumbled. Lynd stared at her skeptically. “Ooookay.” she said, wrapping her towel around her chest. “I’m going to get dressed, then we can get going.” Emelie just nodded at the other woman, curling her fingers a few times. The spray set quickly; her hand felt a little stiff, but no worse for wear. Stepping back into the hallway a notification finally caught her attention. A message from PrivSec mechanical services.She glanced it over through her implant. Her car had been fixed! She briefly glanced over the invoice. It was all just a formality but she was curious. What it all meant she had only a vague inkling, She’d ask Joshua to explain it once and the resulting lecture had put her to sleep. It had been sent back some time during the night and was waiting for her in the parking lot! Granted, it wasn’t anything like Nyx’s Corsair but it was hers… and it meant they didn’t have to get a ride from Joshua or take a share car. After a few minutes spent gathering her thoughts Emelie rejoined Lynd in the main room just as she was tugging up her skirt. She briefly saw the disposable pullup before it was concealed by the skirt. She scowled for a brief moment, recalling what the chief researcher said during the press release. Doing her best not to think about it she beckoned Lynd to come along. “I’ve got my car back, so we don’t need to wait for that reprobate.” Emelie said with a chuckle. Lynd pouted “I think he’s nice...and kind of handsome too.” she added. Emelie rolled her eyes “Keep it in your pants.” What Emelie wanted more than anything was to call Nyx and discuss what she’d seen with her. She had no idea how to contact her though. Emelie would just have to wait until the mysterious silver-haired super soldier contacted her again; hopefully sooner rather than later. With her car set to autonomous Emelie reclined her seat, folding her arms over her chest. From the corner of her eye she could see Lynd repeatedly glancing over at her. She rolled her head to the right. “What do you want?” she asked. Lynd seized the invitation. “I have to know what you and that Wraith were doing last night!” she said excitedly. “At first I was going to ask her but she told me not to and I’m not dumb enough to try to mess with a Wraith but anyway I was watching tv and then I remember that I could tap into your implants as your team watcher since you left the connection open but it was just some boring warehouse but her car was soooo cool and she peed her pants… I can’t believe a Wraith really peed her pants!” Lynd exclaimed, finally stopping to take a breath. Emelie let her head fall back against the headrest, massaging the ridge of her nose between her fingers. “It’s honestly better if I don’t tell you Lynd.” she said, hoping that would placate the inquisitive girl. She cursed herself inwardly at forgetting about the implant share for team watchers. It had been a few weeks since they lost theirs. She must have forgotten to turn it off at some point. “Oh come onnnnnn” the blonde girl pestered her. Emelie stared at her, eyes narrowed with irritation. Lynd on the other hand mustered the cutest puppydog eyes she could manage. “Please~” she cooed. Emelie continued to stare at the young woman, Lynd’s color changing irises swirling with excitement. Slowly, she raised her seat to a more upright position. All the while the city passed by outside. “We’re figuring out what’s going on.” she said curtly. Lynd stared at her dumbly. ”Don’t make me say it… why we’re all… you know…” Emelie said awkwardly, gesturing at her groin. Lynd’s face lit up as she understood. “Ooooh, I see. Sooooo, what did you find out?” she asked, prodding for more details. Emelie held her finger up. “That’s it. If I told you any more...I’d have to kill you” she said with a wry smirk “You’re not funny…If you’re not going to tell me, the least you can do is stop so I can get some food. I’m starving, and you don’t have any food in your fridge.” “Yeah, me too.” Emelie grunted in agreement. She changed the waypoint used by the car’s autodrive function to the nearest passable fast food location. Lynd didn’t look all that enthused about having fast food yet again but the hunger nagging at her stomach kept her from complaining. A quick transaction later and the pair were filling their stomachs with another greasy meal, washing it down with generous gulps of coffee. The monolithic PrivSec building came into view. Before, it had filled Emelie with a sense of responsibility, purpose, power. This morning was different, she stared at it with unease before reprimanding herself for being paranoid. “Alright friendo, I’ll see ya after work. I’ve got my eyes on a place, so I’ll stop crashing on your couch.” Emelie glanced over and her and nodded as Lynd departed the vehicle. She sat in her car for a moment longer, just staring up at the towering onyx structure. The tickling buzz of an incoming call vibrated her inner ear. The ID shown in her implant was blank… she already knew who it was. “Nyx, did you see that press conference?” Emelie asked. “I did...” she responded simply. “I pulled strings to head up security.” she said in a disinterested fashion. Of course she’d been there in person. “Then you already know that his story do...” Emelie began before the Wraith finished her thought. “Doesn’t add up in the slightest. Yes, I’m perplexed by the official statement given what we found. It’s clear there’s still stockpiles of Serum 4… He seemed to know it as well. I’m not sure what to make of it yet. Still looking into that ID… things are slower when you can’t just use PrivSec resources to search. I’ll contact you with our next move… you should probably get to work instead of sitting in your car...” Nyx said evenly. Emelie blinked as the line went dead. “Great… good talking with you.” She rolled her eyes. How that woman acted…for as strong as she was. She seemed almost more machine than woman, and it made Emelie sick to her stomach. Nevertheless, Nyx was right. She checked the clock before scampering out of her car, heels clicking against the pavement. As always, the lobby was just getting busy as the early risers filed in for work. It was just like any other morning… well, almost. Two sharply-dressed women stood around, idly gossiping. The odd detail wasn’t obvious at first, but Emelie spotted it quickly. They were both thickly diapered… There was a faint bulge in their slacks, and the way it really accentuated their ass… The pair must not have scored well in their exam to be put in something so thick. As she walked past she could hear the noticeable crinkling of the thick plastic garment as she shifted her hips. “I’ve got to go change, I’ll see you later.” the taller of the two told her friend before departing. Emelie couldn’t resist curling her lip in disgust. She cleared security and headed deeper into the labyrinth, reminded of her own needs as breakfast was quickly catching up with her. “Too much coffee...” she lamented, holding her stomach with her hand and giving it a gentle rub. Knowing how bad things were lately it’d probably be best to go sooner rather than later. Her interface flashed, grabbing her attention. A firmware update? The download was finished in a few seconds. Usually they took at least a minute. Emelie perused the notes, reading over the changes and wondering if there were any nifty new features. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to her. Now featured for all female agents: TSM… Her eye twitched with irritation when she saw a subtle icon pop up towards the bottom of her vision. The toileting status monitor… She could barely restrain her irritation with the new update foisted upon her! She was a grown woman, she didn’t need an implant telling her when to use the bathroom! Emelie huffed, her already sullen mood considerably darkened. Hagar was already waiting for her, and he didn’t look happy to see her. “My office, now.” he said when she was within earshot. What was going to be a simple day of paperwork and data entry was off to a rocky start. Emelie swallowed dryly and followed him. This was not the tone she expected from her boss after completing a priority B mission. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he drawled. He hadn’t even waited until they were in his office to start chewing her out. She didn’t have an answer… she didn’t even know what she’d done! “I swear to god you, and Veronica both can be such a pain in my ass.” He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it with an integrated lighter in his fingertip. Emelie had to resist the urge to sneer at the mention of Veronica, a fellow squad leader whom she often butted heads with. The two women were more similar than either of them would care to admit. Blowing a cloud of sweetly-scented smoke directly into Emelie’s face, he waited to see if she had anything to say for herself before continuing. She twitched, but said nothing. “I’ve got the Department of Compliance all over my ass because of the shit you’ve been pulling the past few days. They’re talking about disciplinary actions if I can’t get you to start following the rules.” He paused again, taking a deep drag on his cigarette and tapping the butt into a star-patterned ashtray. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers. Emelie could only stare at him with a perplexed expression. “The… Department of Compliance?” A vein on Hagar’s temple pulsed noticeably. “You haven’t been reading the emails… I can’t believe I’m about to have this conversation with you. I didn’t ever think I’d need to talk to one of my agents about something I talk to my six year-old daughter about.” he said, shaking his head as if he were fed up at the whole situation. The door hissed open behind Emelie. “In.” Hagar said curtly . Hearing the heels tapping on the ground Emelie instantly knew who it was. The two women gave each other venomous looks as the other team leader sat next to Emelie. Hagar poured himself a small drink having retrieved a bottle from a drawer in his desk. He didn’t offer any to Emelie or Veronica, instead offering them a reproachful look. The two women wilted, shifting awkwardly in their seats as they waited for him to speak. He cleared his throat after gulping down the amber liquid. “Emelie, I’m going to start this conversation by saying good job. B grade missions aren’t anything to take lightly.” he said, giving the black-haired woman hope this conversation wouldn’t be so bad. She shot a confident smirk towards her rival. “And your team had one last week, Veronica, so kudos to you.” he continued, the brunette rebutted the smirk with one of her own. “But that being said… this isn’t about mission performance, it’s about following orders! No matter how… ridiculous you might find them!” he scolded the two women, raising his voice. Veronica shrank in her seat and Emelie averted eye contact. “You and your teams both get the job done, but this is unacceptable!” After a brief pause he waved his hand in the air. Holo-projectors clicked on, displaying a myriad of pictures from their respective missions. Both women turned crimson at the humiliating evidence that was being presented. Having chosen to forgo their protective wear, the results were obvious. A myriad of shots from all different angles showed the two women on their respective outing. Both blushed scarlet, seeing the obviously soiled combat suits. Emelie cringed, glancing away from all the images projected above the desk. Veronica reacted similarly, averting her gaze at the humiliating pictures. Hagar leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply before gulping down another glass. An awkward silence fell over the room as the two women squirmed in their seats. Emelie grimaced, feeling the greasy breakfast disagreeing with her stomach. ‘Oh, not now…’ she whimpered quietly. Veronica was otherwise occupied with a damp splotch between her legs, having spurted into her professional outfit when he’d raised his voice. “The Department of Compliance…if either of you had bothered to read your emails, is the department you’ll both be reporting your…training...to.” Hagar explained. “Training?” the two asked in unison. “Do I really have to spell this out for you…? PrivSec has an image to uphold, and we can’t have you running around…like that…” he paused to gesture to the pictures before dismissing them, deciding the two women had been embarrassed enough by the incriminating photographs. “You know, under the revised section of the employee handbook I could give you both a spanking as choice of discipline…Seriously though, I’d advise you both read it and wear whatever assigned protection you are. Sentinel and…” he paused to check his notes. “Vanguard, respectively. There’s talk of fines and even suspensions if you don’t comply with the new rules. Bottom line, I don’t want to have to tell you again.” he said gruffly. Emelie’s attention began to wane as her situation rapidly grew more desperate. She couldn’t even gloat when it was revealed she qualified one rank higher than her rival team leader. A painful gurgle twisted her insides. She grimaced, scrunching her face in pain. Maybe if she could release a bit of gas she’d be able to hold it, maybe the pain would subside a bit. Trying not to squirm in her seat she clenched the armrests, digging her fingers into the supple leather padding. A bead of sweat ran down her brow as Hagar continued to lecture her and Veronica. Another gurgle caused her to lean forward, a grimace twisting her lips. Fortunately, Hagar was distracted lecturing them, and Veronica was preoccupied with keeping her thighs clenched tightly together to keep the splotch hidden. The indicator in her HUD was flashing red, telling her she needed to go to the restroom. She just had to release some gas. Biting her lip she quivered, lifting her hips to one side ever so slightly. Carefully, she stopped resisting the painful gassiness. The disgusting muffled sound that resulted would have been comical; she might have even laughed if she wasn’t definitely pooping.The unmistakable oozing sensation of her panties being filled brought a gasp to her lips. By the time she managed to stop she could feel a squishy lump in her panties. Emelie’s fingers dug into the padding as she felt her anus quiver and twitch, pushing another sticky lump into her panties before she regained control. “Why are you both still sitting there? You’ve got jobs to do!” Hagar snapped at the two women, slamming his fist against his desk. Veronica flinched, another lengthy spurt of urine dampening her trousers. At this point she was certain she was sitting in a small pool of her own urine. The hot liquid continued to pool beneath her until the flow finally tapered to a stop. Likewise, Emelie gasped in surprise, feeling a wet gush dampen her own panties. A familiar quivering sensation threatened to make the mess in her pants even worse. Both women quickly got to their feet, rapidly scampering away and doing their best to walk normally. Behind them they could hear the muffled exclamations of their boss, likely finding the small puddle Veronica had left on her seat. The two of them quickly picked up the pace, heading straight towards the bathroom. Normally they would have been at each other’s throats sharing harsh words, but…united in their embarrassment, the only sound between them was the clicking of their shoes on the polished floors. Arriving at the restroom, the two stared in disbelief as a figure stood out front. Construction signs clearly marked the restroom closed. A member of the construction team looked apologetically at them. They could see his eyes looking at the wet splotch creeping down Veronica’s thighs, and his nose wrinkled at the foul smell coming from the back of Emelie’s pants. “Renovations…” he began awkwardly, forcing his gaze away from their obvious accidents. “But they set up a-” he was interrupted by the sudden grinding screech of starting machinery, followed by a loud crash of something shattering. Veronica jumped at the sudden noise. The rear of her slacks started to sag as she emptied her bowels in mild fright. He pursed his lips turning his back to them so he could shout back inside. “Hey, I told you to be careful with that auger!” Emelie could feel warmth trickling down her inner thighs, but her HUD indicated that it’d just been a small leak, only a few milliliters at most. “Like I was saying, the DoC set up a changing station in conference room C that you might want to… um… yeah…” he trailed off awkwardly. Veronica's face turned a bright red as she gingerly reached behind her, feeling a soft mound that had accumulated in the seat of her pants. Normally Emelie would have delighted in Veronica’s humiliation (and there was still some part of her that did), but given that she was in the same situation, all she could do was blush in concert with her rival, who had a distinct waddle to her gait as she walked towards the conference room. “The Department of Compliance…” she whispered under her breath, making her way to her office instead. If Hagar was to be believed she was already in enough trouble with them, showing up like this aside… she let out a small shudder as she slipped into her office, locking the door behind her. Again, she was faced with the same issue as she had been yesterday. What was she going to clean up with…? A lavender and pink pastel case caught her attention. True to the doctor’s word, the correct garments had been delivered to her office. At least she had something to change into since these panties were ruined... “Lynd… Lynd” she hissed through her implant, dialing her through the team link menu. The bubbly young woman answered lazily. “Uh, yeah, what is it?” “I need…” she paused, taking another deep breath. “I need you to bring me some changing supplies.” she hissed. “I… had another accident.” she admitted, swallowing her pride. “But apparently I’m already on thin ice with the DoC, so I can’t go to their changing station.” the blushing raven-haired woman explained. There was a moment’s silence before giggling ensued. “Fiiiiine, give me like, I dunno. Ten minutes?” I’m running some diagnostics.” the slicer offered, getting a begrudging “fine” from Emelie. She paced around her office, a pronounced waddle in her step. “Hurry up hurry up…” she grumbled, pausing to tug the sticky, soiled fabric of her slacks away from her smeared bottom. “What is taking her so long...” the impatient woman moaned, gesturing towards the windows of her office for some much needed ventilation. It had already been precisely ten minutes and still there was no Lynd to be found. The door to her office hissed open and in snuck Lynd. The expression on her face said something was up. “That was crazy! Like… I thought I was going to get caught and in trouble just for… uhg… you really stink.” she said, fanning the air in front of her nose. “Shut… up.” Emelie hissed at her through gritted teeth. “I know that it smells!” Lynd just snickered at her. After how insufferably proud she’d been at not wetting her bed this morning, this was a welcome reminder of the degrading situation they shared, no matter how hard Emelie tried to fight it. “Just… give them here.” she said, waving her hand at her. Lynd complied… almost. At the last moment she snatched the package back. A howl of immature laughter came from the younger girl. The agent twitched, seething with irritation. Seeing the look on Emelie’s face, Lynd swallowed nervously. Wisely, she handed over the package of wipes and left without another word. Once the door had shut behind her, Emelie slowly began the arduous task of cleaning herself up. She removed her blouse and jacket to make sure they didn’t accidentally get soiled with her waste as she cleaned up. With the dexterity one would normally reserve for disarming a particularly irritable bomb, she slowly removed her pants in an effort to save them from ruin. They were damp, and some of her mess had smeared from her thigh. A little work with the wipes though, and they’d be… wearable. She took a deep breath, turning around to look at herself in the mirror. Dressed in only her heavily soiled panties and bra, she examined the sagging bulge. A heavy sigh escaped her lips; another pair of panties thoroughly ruined. The package of protective pullups stared back at her from her desk, mocking her with their cutesy designs. “Disgusting...” she muttered. She hated herself for letting her thoughts drift, but she couldn’t help thinking of the pictures Aria had sent her last night. There was no one in her office… she clenched the elastic waist of her panty and gave a slight tug. Unable to stop herself, she let out a subdued moan at the sensation. The warm squish… as disgusting as it was, she couldn’t deny the tingle it sent through her hips. “Enough playing around….” she muttered to herself, banishing the dirtier thoughts from her mind as she finished undressing, removing her filthy panties before she made a worse mess. Cleanup was, as ever, arduous...to say the least. It seemed like there was no end to the sticky poop that coated her backside. Just when she thought she was finished, a wipe would find a missed spot of filth, tarnishing the innocent white a gross mottled brown. Countless wipes later, it was finally time to don her new undergarments, foisted upon her by the unrelenting corporate structure in an attempt to cover up her own potty problems. The plastic packaging tore open easily enough, revealing the tightly packed disposable garments contained within. Plucking one of the infantile pairs of protective wear from the bunch, she unfolded the sides and tugged it up one leg at a time. Like the previous time she’d worn something similar it was noticeable but…mercifully it was not one of those bulky monstrosities she’d seen advertised. With the wipes and soiled panties disposed of and her slacks hanging over the edge of her desk to finish drying, she fell into her seat with a sigh. “I’ll wake up any minute… any minute now and it’ll all be just some twisted dream.” she said with a sardonic, biting laugh. Swiveling in her chair she stared out the window, sitting in her office with nothing but her huggies around her hips. The monotony of doing paperwork set in. As soon as her pants had dried enough she’d redressed, feeling a sense of normalcy returning, even if it was undermined by the padding between her thighs. Cups of coffee, water, and snacks kept her going throughout the day, and getting up to hunt for a bathroom as well. With the bathroom on their floor closed for renovations, the extra time spent trekking to the floor above or below brought some extremely close calls. By the time she’d started her personnel performance evaluation, the gusset of her pullup was noticeably damp. There was a part of her that was glad for the protection, loathe that she was to admit it. Had she not been wearing them, it would have left her with a noticeable wet splotch on her pants. The paperwork dragged on, and with the incessant urges to use the toilet progress was slow. By the time she finished it was nearing eight o'clock. The sun had long since set, and the pale glow of the aurora lit up the sky. Despite the actinic glow of advertisements that pulsed throughout the city like neon blood, it was still visible. She gave a spin in her chair and huffed hair from her face. Lynd had come and asked her if she was done hours ago. Said something about Joshua coming to pick her up instead. Giving another spin she shut her eyes, rubbing the sides of her head before coming to a stop, facing the holo projected images above her desk. Just a little bit more and she’d go relax with Aria at the club. She was also eager to change out of the now bloated and swollen pullup squishing beneath her. The clammy padding was all the more impetus to finish up. Finally after another thirty minutes, the last of the mission reports were finalized and sent away to Hagar and whomever else would be reviewing them. All sorts of teams whose job it was to make sure the PrivSec units operated at peak efficiency. Standing up from her chair, she gave a quiet yawn before wriggling out of her pants. She poked a finger against the sodden padding. It felt so much thicker compared to first putting it on. The bulk of the swollen absorbent gel rebounded against her fingertip, spreading her thighs apart. With the last cup of water asking for relief she shrugged. Spreading her legs slightly she relaxed the hold over her bladder, feeling the warmth pool into the already wet garment before it could be absorbed. The hot liquid surrounded her sensitive mons for only a teasing moment. She was too tired to go hunt down a bathroom again, and it was already wet…it wasn’t like it was an accident. She was still in control, she purposefully used her pullup…it was different…right? She tore off the sides of the spent garment and set to work with a wipe, cleansing her flesh. There was some irritation around her groin. Sitting in a damp diaper hadn’t done her skin any favors. Emelie gave an agitated growl at the beginning signs of diaper rash. She remembered laughing at the notion when perusing some of the DoC propaganda that had come through her email. “Diaper rash...” she grumbled, tugging on a fresh pullup once she was satisfied that she no longer smelled of urine. Finally free of her duties, she stretched as the door to her office shut behind her. There were still people about; the building was never empty, but compared to midday it was practically silent. The construction crews had long since ceased their work for the day and the constant click of heels upon polished floors was eerily absent. Making her way back to her car, she gave one last look back up at the testament to corporate strength before starting her night. Collapsing into the plush leather seat of her sedan, she input the address of Aria’s club and let the autonomous system take control. The car navigated the congested streets on it’s own whilst she perused some of her favorite storefronts on the net. Stifling another yawn, she raised her hands above her head and arched her back. “Going to need an energy drink.” she said sleepily. It didn’t take much longer for her to find herself restlessly napping. Emelie awoke with a start. Her car had suddenly lurched to a stop. Her eyes widened; fortunately the seatbelt kept her from flying into the windshield. She glared at the younger pair who had walked out in front of her car. Where a groggy exhaustion had been in control before, she was suddenly wide awake. “Pay some fucking attention!” she cursed at the pedestrians, who in turn returned the favor, flying their middle fingers at the startled woman. Tempted to get out of her car and beat their asses, she decided against it. Besides, Club Sin was right there. Feeling reinvigorated she exited the car, letting it ferry itself off to find a parking spot. She smirked as the pair quickened their pace, seeing the intimidatingly dressed woman depart her car. Straightening out her vest, she was waved inside. As one of Aria’s VIPs she’d never have to do anything so mundane as waiting in line. She waved to one of the security guards she often saw working. Wandering inside, it was the same Club Sin that always welcomed her back. Shockwaves of bass rattled the walls, along with the smell of smoked serum, liquor and… was that… urine? She wrinkled her nose, wandering inside. “Aria’s in her office.” a feminine voice told her as she walked by one of the employees. She simply smiled making her way towards the bar. “Substation… make it a double.” she asked with a toothy grin. The adrenaline from the sudden stop was rapidly wearing off. A caffeine-filled alcoholic drink was just what the doctor ordered. Emelie watched the bartender mix the drink. Truthfully, she couldn’t say what was in it, but she knew it tasted good and gave her a kick in the ass. The neon-yellow drink was placed in front of her. Whatever chemicals they dipped the rim of the glass in couldn’t be good for her…but the tingly sensation was worth it. She took a sip, coughing at the intense burn. Maybe a double wasn’t the greatest idea. She choked down another gulp. “Surprise~” a voice whispered in her ear. Emelie jumped, instinctively whirling around and nearly throwing her drink into the air. Aria stood there with a hand covering her mouth, laughing maniacally. “I thought you were in your office.” Emelie spat at her. Aria smirked “I told them to tell you that, a little payback from last night.” Emelie couldn’t stay mad. She smirked before breaking into laughter. “That’s fair. I suppose I deserved that. I’m going to kick your ass later though, regardless.” she said, pointing her drink at the darker skinned woman. Aria stood there in her slinky dress, stylish jacket pulled over her shoulders. “Oh, I’m so scared, my little murtaziq.” she teased. Emelie stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Aria’s neck and pulling her close. The smell of liquor was already heavy on her breath. “Those pictures you sent me last night were really sexy~” she whispered, a lusty growl in her voice as she nibbled on her ear. “I’m glad you appreciated them. Would have been better if you were here, but I understand the busy life of a super soldier.” Aria continued to tease her as Emelie rolled her eyes. “I’m hardly a super soldier.” she said dismissively. Aria paused, pursing her lips for a moment. “Come.” she said curtly, marching towards her office. Emelie blinked in surprise, taking another sip from her energizing drink as she followed. The quick lift took them to the upper floors where Aria led Emelie into her office. Her assistant was already there. “Senya.” she snapped her fingers. “I’m in need of a change.” she said sternly, moving into position and laying down on the coffee table which now… doubled as a diaper changing station, apparently. “Do you need a change as well dear?” she asked, glancing up at Emelie, whose cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. “N...no, of course not.” she pouted. “Suit yourself.” Aria said matter of factly, with a dismissive grunt. With her dress hiked up Emelie could see the absolutely soaked garment taped around her hips. She could see droplets of liquid coalescing on the leg gathers, threatening to leak if she dared release her bladder again. Seeing an opportunity to gain the upper hand over Aria she moved into position, holding her hand out as Senya approached with a fresh, thick diaper. “You’re soaked! Did the little girl have too much to drink?” she teased, holding her own drink. Unlike Aria teasing her it sounded forced, rigid. Despite the awkward powerplay Aria still blushed, giving Emelie a dangerous look. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the mess you made in my office… in your pants” she said, her voice melting into a saccharine sweet tone. Emelie nearly choked on her drink as Aria brought up the night she’d been hoping to forget. “Th...that was just an accident! But this… did someone forget to use the big girl’s room?” Emelie persevered, not giving up so easily. She even went so far as to press a hand against the sodden padding, squeezing a few drops of pee onto the table. Senya stared at the two, unsure if she should leave while they played their little game. Aria rolled her eyes, lifting her foot as she pressed dexterously against Emelie’s padded groin, coaxing a sharp inhale from the standing woman. “Stopping to use the restroom would have slowed down business, and unlike a certain little girl I know, I’m not proud enough to go without what I clearly need.” she said, kneading her toes against the front of Emelie’s slacks. “Now, sweetie, mommy needs a diaper change.” she said with an air of finality. Emelie trembled, resisting the urge to rock her hips against Aria’s delicate foot. She begrudgingly took a step back, allowing Senya to take her place. Aria paid little attention to what was going on, checking on her business through her implants while Senya tended to her saturated padding. The heavy garment was removed and handed to Emelie. “Dispose of this, please.” her assistant requested. Emelie carried the heavy diaper to the trash, letting it fall with a wet plop into the bin. She could scarcely believe how heavy it was. By the time she’d turned around, Senya had already taped Aria into a fresh diaper. Standing up, she let her dress fall back into place, straightening it with her hands before smirking at Emelie. Tonight didn’t seem like a night she’d be able to get the upper hand… She swallowed the rest of her drink setting the glass on her desk. “Senya, if you would.” Aria asked, pointing at the glass. “Of course, Miss Mouzaya.” she said, rushing past Emelie and plucking the glass from her desk on her way out. “Pants down.” she said firmly. “I want to see if you were really telling the truth about not needing a change. After all, I can’t have you running around my club and piddling on the floors again.” she teased, her smirk growing more and more predatory by the second. Emelie folded her arms across her chest giving a defiant look. Too late. Aria was already within arm’s reach, grabbing at her slacks, tugging them down before Emelie could grab a hold of them. “Oh, how utterly adorable.” Aria teased as the childishly printed pullups came into view. “Are those your new standard-issue battle pants?” she continued, not showing any mercy. Emelie groaned, covering her face with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she snapped at her as she continued to work her slacks down until they were around her knees, her padded panties on full display. “Hmmmm” Aria announced as she fondled her between the legs. “You’re a little wet, but… you’ll be fine so long as you don’t have an accident. Make sure you tell mommy if you need the potty.” she said, getting in one last dig, reminding her what happened when she was challenged. Emelie kept her face covered with her hands as Aria tugged her pants back up, giving her a playful swat on the backside. “Come on, let’s go dance, cutie.” she said, taking her hand in her own, dragging her out into the club.
  13. Good to see you back GS
  14. This is far and above the best story that I have read in recent memory. A true council classic in the making.
  15. Wow, a mile a minute; no kidding man. That Kai'sa and Annie one is fantastic, I really like it. Same with the avengers picture, very amusing. Always good to see more leaky Gynoids as well heh. I'll prod you again to start doing soiling stuff in addition at some point too.
  16. Ahhh, awesome. Glad to see you're back man. I really like the art onslaught! How about a challenge! My arachnophobia character Sephoira. Dreaming about wetting herself from a tiny spider but really wetting the bed!
  17. Wah, thank you everyone. I may write a third chapter... I likely will after enough cajoling from my girlfriend. I am however glad you all enjoyed the story. I know Guilty Gear isn't the most popular here in the west.
  18. (Just a little advertisement first, we've recently formed a Council discord channel. So if you're into proud tough ladies getting into embarrassing situations, getting spooked and having humiliating accidents shoot me a dm. We've got a handful of likeminded authors and artists) Welcome to the sequel of, One huge thank you to my wonderful girlfriend and editor who puts up with my atrocious grammar. Without any further interruptions, enjoy. Baiken huffed as she laid down for a change. The audible squish of clammy, sodden padding underneath her kimono brought a blush to her cheeks. Rivulets of urine dribbled over the plastic shell. The garment had been completely saturated during the night. “It would help if you learned to do these things yourself.” the doctor said, taking a moment to strike an exaggerated pose while he thought. Baiken just growled at him. “It’s difficult with one arm, and if you’re going to make me wear them, then you’re going to change them!” she snapped. “Okay, okay!” he said, holding his hands out, knowing how ill-tempered she could be...especially in the morning. “But look at the progress you have made.” he beamed. She stared back at him, nonplussed. Whatever he was so jovial about she didn’t seem to see it. “Progress, no matter how small, is still progress!” he exclaimed. Reaching into his surgical coat, he rummaged around for a moment before yanking out a sheet of stickers. The crude woman clenched her jaw with displeasure. His methods were embarrassing to say the least. Peeling off one of the stickers, he thrust it forward, sticking it to the “progress” chart in the wet row. She rubbed her face with embarrassment. “I’m not a child, are those really necessary?” she growled again already knowing the answer. “You agreed to follow my methods.” he commented with a shake of his head. “And I’m the doctor!” he added before shoving the stickers back into his coat. “Like I was saying, progress! This is the first night since you arrived that you didn’t have a nocturnal bowel movement.” he exclaimed with pride as if he were a father helping his daughter potty train. The pink-haired woman looked unimpressed by the revelation. “I guess.” she begrudgingly admitted. It was true; since arriving in the city she’d been haunted each night by horrifying dreams. Memories of the past caused her to wake each day, diaper soaked with her own urine and the rear bulging with shit. It had been so bad that she’d leaked the first two nights; Faust insisted her bed be fitted with a protective mattress cover. To do that during the day was one thing but even while she slept! Baiken shuddered, recalling the sticky muddy sensation of a dirtied diaper that she’d spent all night sleeping in. “In addition, you’ve had fewer incidents these past three days!” he added encouragingly. Faust gestured to the chart that was filled with stickers; she couldn’t bring herself to look. Baiken didn’t have to look to know how bad it was. The unbidden dribble of urine into the thirsty padding around her groin seemed never ending. When she wasn’t in ‘class’, most of her day was spent doing menial labor around the compound. Baiken cynically suspected that Faust was just too cheap to hire a cleaner. “Oh, I nearly forgot. You’ll be happy to know that I’ll be getting another patient for precisely the same reason you’re here… well… not precisely the same reason. I shouldn’t be so specific. A similar reason?” he mused, searching for the right word. Baiken groaned, resisting the urge to snap at him again. “Change me before I get another rash.” she hissed. The doctor snapped out of his thoughts at her demand. “Oh, yes, of course!” Whistling a quiet tune through the ridiculous paper bag he wore as a mask, he began. She turned her head to the side, looking out the window as she tugged up the bottom half of her kimono. Cool air suddenly hit her naked skin, and the smell of stale pee tickled her nose. “You’ve been drinking more water too, excellent.” he noted, breaking his jovial whistling to offer her more praise. “Oh, and before I continue, do you still need the toilet?” he asked. There was no use in denying it; she had learned how insistent he could be. Best to just get it over with. Baiken nodded and felt him raising the front of her diaper, holding it back in place. She balled her fists and pushed. A weak stream dribbled from her urethra. The pink-haired woman could feel the warm liquid trickling down her slit, running over the bottom of her buttocks and pooling in the saturated garment before slowly being absorbed. “I’m done.” she grunted dismissively. “Wonderful.” he said before once again removing the wet diaper. “And lift.” he told her. She did as he requested, raising her hips for him as she felt the wet garment pulled away. Freedom, if only for a scant few minutes. She let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden chill touch of the sanitizing wipe. “Cold!” she growled at him. The first time he’d endeavored to change her in the morning she’d ended up urinating all over his hand… that had prompted him to begin asking if she still had to go. “Yes, sorry, sorry. I always forget.” he said absentmindedly. His apologies didn’t stop him from continuing his efforts to wipe the sheen of urine from her flesh. “And done, that wasn’t so bad.” he attempted to assuage her poor mood. She mockingly mouthed his words. It’s what he said every time… “and a fresh diaper.” he continued to narrate her change as he laid the garment on the table. Unfolding the thickly padded garment she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing Faust to slide the diaper under her. “How many more of those do you have? You said you’d order them without those stupid prints on them.” she groused. “Oh, but I think they’re adorable!” he exclaimed. “The pink pictures even match your hair.” he continued. Baiken’s eye twitched with irritation. That was not the answer she desired… “Soon, soon!” he said quickly, upon seeing the death glare. “At the rate you’re using them, I’d say another week or two… or three?” he said. It sounded like he didn’t even know. Baiken remained silent, allowing him to finish taping the diaper snugly around her hips. “All done, we’ll see you shortly for class. Make sure you eat breakfast.” he nattered before sliding out of the room. “What a weirdo…” she grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the changing table. Standing from the table her kimono fell back into place, hiding her diaper once more. With him out of the room she approached the potty training chart, running her fingers over the myriad of stickers. So many accidents… her eyes watered with shame at the reminder and she stormed from the room. A short while later she reclined on the back two legs of the chair, belching loudly as she rubbed her stomach. A hearty breakfast of eggs and cured meats had satisfied her appetite for now. Since he was off tending to who knew what she’d even brewed a pot of coffee. His insistence on drinking water water water was incredibly tiresome and the caffeinated beverage warmed her insides as she sipped from the mug. She wondered who was going to be joining her suffering at Faust’s clinic. Maybe it’d be someone she’d met in her travels? Baiken gulped down the rest of the coffee and let the chair fall forward, returning to all four legs with a wooden clunk. Slamming the mug down, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono. She stood up and immediately froze as a noisy wet splortch came from her diaper. She’d stood too quickly and accidentally messed her diaper. Gingerly reaching behind her she probed the seat of her padding. It wasn’t much but she could feel the slippery, sticky sensation of a small gooey dollop of poop between her cheeks. To make matters worse the gusset of the thick garment wasn’t dry anymore either. A small discolored patch caused the patterns to fade slightly. At least it was a small accident… it barely even counted! Baiken tossed her dishes in the sink, squirming in her diaper, before exiting to the courtyard. Her diaper could wait for now; she didn’t want to ask Faust for a change so soon… The morning sun was already creeping towards noon. It was only with Faust’s coercion that she was beginning to rise before midday at all! Now that she wasn’t up all night drinking it was a possibility. She spat on the ground with irritation. A bedtime… at her age! A heavy bladed axe waited for her with a pile of unsplit logs; wood for the fireplaces and the stoves. Hefting the large tool above her head she began the menial job. It was simple, honest work, and one of the few things Baiken moderately enjoyed here. At least she could keep her strength up! Still, it wasn’t a finely crafted weapon like her sword (which Faust had been adamant about locking up). He insisted that she was safe here, and that it was a place of healing, not violence. She scoffed at his words as they came back to he, and resumed splitting the wood. She let herself fall into the repetitive work. The rhythmic thumping of the axe blade masked the brief spurts of urine that dampened her diaper. Faust skittered back into the yard, peering towards Baiken as she labored. The dutiful doctor continued his peculiar gait towards the distracted woman. His diaper checks continued to take her by surprise, and this time was no exception. He leaned forward, craning his neck up underneath the hem of her kimono and shoving his face against the bottom of her diaper. She screamed in surprise, the axe flying from her hand at the apex of its arc. “FREAK!” she shouted as she whirled around, her heart beating against her chest. The unexpected startle had brought a spate of urine spattering noisily against the groin of her diaper. Her bowels had loosened as well. Already needing to relieve herself from the coffee, a loose watery movement exploded into her diaper, causing the garment to sag beneath her hips. “What are you doing!?” she barked at him, hands jammed between her legs, thighs quivering with the effort to control herself. “I was simply checking your diaper.” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Retrieving what she instantly recognized as her voiding journal he began to write. There was a silence between them… save for the sound of a babbling stream coming from between her legs. “Oh dear… I didn’t intend to startle you!” he apologized to the blushing woman. “Well… I need a change now…” she grumbled under her breath. “Yes… I ahh heard your release. Did you completely void?” he asked. Baiken did not appear pleased by the question. “Yes…” she spat. “I see.” he noted, jotting down something in the diary before beckoning her off to the changing area. “We should get you changed before class anyway. Your diaper was quite wet.” he said which she immediately denied. “No it wasn’t!” she retorted! “I was perfectly… almost perfectly dry!” she huffed, following him back to the changing room now with an awkward bow-legged stride. Desperately she attempted to avoid squishing the moderate bulge in her diaper any more than she already had. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you cleaned up before you know it. We wouldn’t want to be late!” he said, grabbing her by the hand; suddenly he was pulling her across the courtyard in a near sprint. Her dirty diaper bounced against her bottom, squishing wetly with every step. Baiken’s protests fell on deaf ears. Unlike the earlier change which had only taken a few minutes, changing her after a full bowel movement took some time. Fortunately he was meticulous with his effort to keep her from getting a rash. The smell was atrocious; she pinched her nose shut as he tirelessly worked to clean the filth from her backside. It took a good fifteen minutes but in the end she was clean again and placed in a new diaper. “Oh dear… we’re already a few minutes late!” he said, scuttling out of the room without another word. She shook her head and trudged after him. This was undoubtedly her least favorite part of the day… since she’d failed out of his initial Bedwetting therapy class and been transferred to Beginning Potty Training for toddlers dealing with a bunch of brats was extremely irksome. Arriving in the classroom she could hear him apologizing for being late. “Sorry, Ms. Baiken had a little accident in her diaper and needed changing.” he told the classes which brought an uproar of giggles from the young children. “Shut up! That’s not true!” she lied, flustered by the doctor’s humiliating apology. So much for doctor patient confidentiality! “Ms. Baiken, language!” he scolded her. The crass samurai narrowed her eyes and took her seat in the rear of the class, cursing quietly to herself. Her diaper crinkled audibly as she sat. The lesson dragged on… and on… some of it was based in physiology some of it just sounded like gibberish but it was all dumbed down to such an inane level. She heard her name called and snapped to attention. “Ms. Baiken are you paying attention?” Dr. Faust’s voice asked. She growled back at him “Yes.” Even through his paper bag she could tell he was giving her a skeptical look. He paused the lecture and pointed at her dramatically “Then you’ll have no problem telling me. What is the first thing you do when you need to potty?” he asked, pensively waiting for her response. Baiken glowered at him and the simplicity of his questions. “You go to the pot…” she cleared her throat correcting herself. “The toilet.” she said smugly. The class burst out into giggles again at her expense. “Wrong!” he exclaimed, smacking the whiteboard. “Class, Ms. Baiken’s answer is why she is still wearing diapers. When you feel the need to potty, you…” he waited for the class to fill in the answer. There was a unanimous shout from the younger children. “Hold it.” they all said. A young girl patted Baiken on the thigh comfortingly. The pink-haired woman simply glowered at her until she retreated. Fortunately, she was spared embarrassment for the rest of the lesson… until she felt her stomach gurgle ominously. Fifteen minutes left… She straightened her posture, but that hardly helped her sudden, desperate predicament. Breakfast had caught up with her, and to make matter worse, that nagging urge in her bladder had returned as well. She fidgeted where she sat, muscular thighs bobbing up and down. Asking to use the bathroom… there was only a few more minutes left… she could already hear the children giggling if she asked to excuse herself. She glanced up at Faust, still blathering on as per usual. Somehow he seemed to without fail capture the attention of the children with his lessons. She snorted with derision at the idea of a psychopath like him teaching anything useful to children. Her short laughter had been louder than intended; Faust paused his lesson cocking his head a full ninety degrees to the side. “Ms. Baiken, is there something you would like to share with the class?” he asked. The samurai could feel a multitude of eyes all on her. She waved her hand dismissively, attempting to deflect the attention. “Nothing important.” The doctor did not look amused with her answer. “Would you be so kind as to join me at the front of the class?” he asked… His tone of voice however...she could tell it wasn’t a request. “Is that really necessary?” she retorted. “You agreed to follow my rules and guidelines! I expect you to set a good example for the children, but your outbursts have been very distracting today! Isn’t that right, class?” he said, looking around at the young children. They all looked somewhat confused by the question before agreeing in unison; Baiken groaned. “Fine, fine, I’m coming.” she growled. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. Brushing off her kimono, she sauntered towards the front of the class, past her younger classmates; diaper crinkling noisily with every step. “Well?” she asked, standing indignantly in front of him with her hand on her hip. There was a moment of silence. “The paddle of classroom justice!” he loudly announced. Taking his full nine foot height he utterly towered over the smaller woman. The color drained from her face as she craned her neck back to see him. Walking hunched over as he did, it was easy to forget just how tall Faust was. From behind his desk he’d retrieved a large wooden paddle; it must have been every bit of five feet long! It was as big as she was! The class oooohed all together as they watched. She could already feel a gush of pee warming the diaper between her legs at the sight. “W...wait no… that’s…” she tried to protest. Faust sat on the edge of his desk, and before she knew what was happening the lanky man had pulled her over his knees. Tugging up the bottom of her kimono he exposed the puffy diaper. “Oh dear, if you needed a change you should have said so.” he lectured her, spotting the damp discoloration. “I didn’t I… ooh…” she grit her teeth, finally managing to clench her muscles and stem the flow. “Let me up, you pervert!” she barked at him! Faust ignored her demands and addressed the class. “Ms. Baiken is going to be disciplined. This is what happens when you disrupt class and misbehave!” he said, bringing the large paddle down on the woman’s bottom. Even through the thick padding it hurt. Baiken yelped in pain as she was forced forward from the impact. Any semblance of control she’d managed to regain over her bladder instantly disappeared upon impact. A noisy deluge of piss rushed into her diaper. The audible hiss earned giggles from the spectators. “Ahhhhh!” Faust exclaimed, seeing the protective garment begin to droop and swell. “Using your diaper won’t save you from your punishment!” he announced, bringing the paddle crashing down once more. Due to her forceful peeing saturating the diaper, the impact was more of a wet thump the second time around. She blushed with humiliation as every eye was glued to her plight. “I…” the paddle came down with a loud WUMP, interrupting whatever she was about to say. “Faust, please!” she managed to interject before it came down again. “In my classroom my discipline is law!” he exclaimed without stopping, bringing another hard swat down on her backside. With each strike she could feel her bowels loosening, her anus quivering. She grimaced, enduring another blow to her behind. “S..stop.” she futilely begged. He raised the paddle once more. Her body convulsed, her stomach tensed, and in anticipation of the blow her bowels uncontrollably evacuated. It was noisy, sticky, wet. Time seemed to slow down as she felt each gram of waste crackle and ooze into her diaper. The stream of urine had started to taper off; a single rivulet of urine running down her muscular thigh. “Nnng I… I’m… s...stop!” she whined as she pushed more filthy mush into her padded underwear. There were gasps of shock, giggles, and full blown laughter from the children watching her. “She’s pooping her diaper!” one announced gleefully, delighting in the woman’s misery. Another giggled madly “she’s fudging her huggies!” he snickered. “Ewww, that’s so gross!” a young girl said, pinching her nose in an exaggerated fashion. The seat of her diaper swelled; already the prints had disappeared when she’d wet. Now the white shell of the garment was slowly starting to turn a mottled brown. “Oh dear… oh dear!” Faust exclaimed, not having expected this to happen. “She’s a poopy girl!” another voice gleefully announced. Faust finally intervened. “Please class, don’t tease Ms. Baiken for having an accident. It is, after all, why she is here. I suppose this is lesson enough…” he admitted before snapping his fingers with inspiration. Baiken meanwhile grunted one last time, pushing the last of her poop into her diaper, brown muck starting to seep out around the leg holes. Faust returned Baiken to her feet. She nearly lost her balance, but was glad she did not. He slammed his hand down on the desk and with one swift movement cleared it. Pencils, papers, even the ancient typewriter he had for some unknown reason clattered to the ground. Once cleared he brought his fist down smacking the desktop and the whole surface rotated. What was once a standard desk now looked like a changing table one might find in any public bathroom. “Please, Ms. Baiken. Go ahead and lay down. In place of the rest of her spanking she was to be a demonstration to the class! Her head swam, slowly she did as she was told lest she provoke the lunatic further. “Please, one of you fetch Ms. Baiken a diaper.” he asked the class. One of the other children hopped to her feet and scrambled to get the sorely needed garment. Under the desk resided the rest of the supplies he would need. Climbing onto the changing table, Baiken could feel her kimono being lifted up. “Before you lay on your back.” Faust chimed in again. The doctor pointed to the leaking leg guard’s smeared with brown. “You see, class, this is why you should always change as soon as possible. You can see Ms. Baiken is already about to leak! It’s fortunate we were here already.” he explained, keeping her sagging diaper on display for a moment. Baiken shut her eye, absolutely mortified, wishing to be anywhere but her current predicament. “You may lay down.” he said gently, allowing her to twist around and lay on her back. She stared down woefully as he spread her thighs. The entire front of her diaper was sodden, ; she could feel the heavy warmth blanketing her hips. He inspected her for a moment “Oh dear… we might need to get you something thicker; you’re a very heavy wetter for your size.” he said, clicking his tongue with concern. “Oh no no… the colossus is the thickest model!” he exclaimed with an air of hopelessness to his voice. “Oh, I’m rambling again. Anyway!” he turned his attention back to the blushing diapered woman waiting for her change. “Class, you’ll see changing Ms. Baiken’s diaper is just like changing any other.” he explained as he began un-taping the thoroughly soiled garment. Baiken wrinkled her nose at the sudden foul smell emanating from her poopy diaper. There was a quiet murmur about how stinky she was from the class. “Yes, due to her poor diet and previous dependence on alcohol, Ms. Baiken is a stinky girl.” he said absentmindedly as he continued to scrub the excrement from her skin. “Shut up!” she hissed at him. He paid little attention to her outburst and continued the task at hand. Much to Baiken’s chagrin, narration of each step was included. It was among the most humiliating fifteen minutes of the pink-haired woman’s life. Finally it was over, and the class was dismissed. She was the first to leave, running as fast as she could back to her room. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Baiken broke out her hidden stash of rice wine that Faust had yet to find and drowned her misery in it; eventually she wandered out and into town. Hours passed and with a sodden diaper drooping wetly between her legs she returned. Faust was in his lab doing… Baiken wasn’t about to ask; but… there was another voice? “Oh, the little one’s returned~” a flirtatious voice called out as she came into the doorway. The voice caused the hair on the back of Baiken’s neck to stand on end. Her eye widened, a gush of urine running down her leg. “YOU!” she growled, lunging forward with malicious intent in her eyes. I-no let out a faux scream holding her hand to her head. “Oh Faust, this crass woman is going to attack me. I’m so scared~” she announced melodramatically. Faust stepped forward, blocking Baiken’s path to the dark haired woman. I-no was in her own little world, snickering at the display. Faust was scolding Baiken; the small, pink-haired woman flailing her arms in an attempt to shove past the monster of a man. I-no crouched down, spreading her knees. Her skirt rode up exposing a thick diaper adorned with cartoonish musical notes. “I’m so frightened I pooped my diaper~” she said with a breathy moan, rubbing the front of her diaper with one hand as a wet stain started to form. Grunting, the seat of the childish garment began to tent and expand as she strained to empty herself. “Ms. I-no is here under a very strange circumstance, but I expect you to behave yourself around her!” Faust said, looming over the irate woman. “She’s a madwoman, keep her away from me doctor~” I-no’s coy voice rang out as she grunted again and finished messing her diaper. A wet discoloration blossomed under her hand that’d been mischievously rubbing the front of her diaper as she let out a subdued moan. Baiken finally saw what the short haired woman was doing and recoiled in horror. “Degenerate, pervert!” she snapped, taking a step back and glowering at I-no. Faust whirled around “No! Ahhhh, Ms. I-no, that’s exactly what you’re not supposed to be doing!” he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. “Stop that this instant!” he demanded. I-no pouted playfully and stood, tugging her skirt back down over her diaper. At least Baiken’s kimono hid it well… the dirty brown bulge hung quite obviously beneath the hem of I-no’s red skirt. She winked at Baiken. “I suppose you’ll be changing me now?” she said to Faust. “Of course! I can’t allow you to stay in a soiled diaper. You’re supposed to be using the toilet!” he said, sounding exasperated with the woman. “Come along both of you!” he grabbed both of them by the wrist dragging them to the changing area. “Now, since you’re incapable of changing yourself. You might have better luck changing someone else.” Faust explained. Baiken scoffed angrily. “I’m not changing that pervert’s diaper.” she protested. “How else will you learn to change your own!” he countered, thrusting them both into the changing room, locking the door behind them. “Neither of you are allowed out until you’re both in clean diapers!” he announced, pressing his face up against the frosted window. “And no funny business!” I-no traipsed in, Baiken stumbled; catching her balance. Taking a moment I-no paused, reaching behind her and squishing her poopy diaper against her bottom with a guttural moan. The pink haired woman gagged, recoiling in horror… how could she do that… “Faust, let me out!” she growled, turning around knocking on the window where his face was. He didn’t flinch, answering with a resounding “NO” “But I bet you’ve never even tried squishing it~” I-no’s sultry voice teased her. She felt sick at the thought; deriving enjoyment from such things? She shook her head, turning around to face her new “classmate”. I-no was face to face with her, a hand reaching underneath Baiken’s Kimono and pressing the front of her saturated diaper. The soggy padding squished softly against her skin. She breathed in sharply, grabbing I-no’s wrist and yanking it away. It hadn’t been the worst sensation, but the proud woman would rather fall on her sword than admit anything to I-no. “Oh, you enjoyed that~” she teased, rubbing her wrist when Baiken let her go. Baiken glared at her. “Touch me again and even without my sword I will end you.” she threatened. “So fearsome, can’t even keep her pants dry~” I-no mocked. “At least I choose to do it~” she continued. “For some disgusting reason…” Baiken countered sharply, tromping over to the changing table. This was a sick joke, bringing I-no here. “Change mine and I’ll change yours.” Baiken growled at her, pointing at the table. “Oh, you’re no fun~” I-no huffed. She stroked her chin “Fine, but you first~” she said. Baiken crawled onto the changing table, spreading her legs for I-no to change her. “Oh dear, you really soaked that one.” I-no commented. “You’re even leaking~” she noted, running her finger along Baiken’s wet, muscular thigh. Baiken shuddered at her touch “No funny business.” she repeated, continuing to glare at her. Fortunately, her diaper was only wet. I-no approached her slowly, looking down at her like a predator stalking her prey. The look on her face made the samurai apprehensive about what was to come. Why couldn’t Faust just change them both! “Oh, but funny business is the best business~” I-no teased her, continuing to trace her finger along the woman’s thigh. Baiken twitched, her expression staying hard as stone. “Feh, fine.” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’ll change your diaper, pouty pants.” she continued to tease with a huff. Clearly, that was not the reaction I-no had hoped for. “You’re no fun; you really should lighten up.” she said, ripping open the soggy diaper. Baiken continued to glare at her, remaining silent as the all too familiar smell of urine tickled her nose again. “Oh dear, you really soaked your diaper.” I-no commented, tugging the diaper out from under her and rolling the used diaper up. She paused, holding the used diaper in her hands. “Mmm, it’s still warm~” she teased, kneading her fingers into the plastic shell. Baiken’s expression shifted to one of revulsion. “You pervert! Put that down!” she growled. I-no laughed, “I knew I could change your mood.” she continued, letting the diaper fall from her hand with a wet splat. “Disgust is hardly an improvement!” the pink haired woman argued. I-no just smirked as she plucked a wipe out of the box. Unlike Faust, whose clinical approach was quick and efficient, the raven-haired she-devil took her time. Even her touch was more delicate. It was surprisingly pleasant. The relentless samurai’s expression melted. She bit her lip restlessly, shifting away from her touch. I-no said nothing, simply tending to her duties, not letting Baiken shift away from her so easily. “Stop squirming.” I-no scolded her. The changing continued; I-no brought the wipe ever so teasingly across Baiken’s slit. Her eye widened, her heart rate quickened; “S...stop that!” she snapped at I-no. “Just being thorough~” she said, dismissing her warning. Baiken took a deep breath as she continued. I-no tossed the wipe away, grabbing a fresh one. Resuming her mischievous ministrations the cleanup resumed as normal, working her way down to the woman’s bottom. When her guard was down once again, she felt I-no’s slender digit pushing ever so gently into her tight hole. She curled her toes, arching her back. I-no giggled quietly, pushing her finger in and out ever so slightly. “I’m surprised a repressed, angry sow like you enjoys this~” she teased, pressing her finger even deeper. Baiken let out an accidental moan, quickly covering her mouth and wriggling forward. Panting for breath, she sat up, glowering at the woman. “I did NOT!” she spat! “No, of course not.” I-no giggled, unfolding a fresh diaper for her. “You’re all clean cutie~” I-no winked. “Just have to put this diaper on.” she said, unfolding the garment for her. “I’ll do it myself!” Baiken insisted, clearly having had enough. I-no shrugged, laying the diaper on the table for her. Contenting herself by rubbing the front of her diaper, she bucked her hips against her hand, letting out a sultry moan. Baiken growled angrily as she maneuvered herself on top of the garment. From outside, face still pressed against the window, Faust banged on the glass. “Nooooo, no funny business!” he scolded I-no. She turned and pouted at the window whilst Baiken struggled with the diaper. “Damned thing.” she cursed under her breath. She’d managed to get the front tugged up but with only one arm she could hardly keep it tugged tightly against her skin to fasten the tapes. The end result was a poorly fitted diaper. I-no examined her handywork, clucking her tongue. Baiken felt so small, unable to even put on a diaper herself. She sniffled, eyes watering in shame. “J...just fix it.” she growled, turning her head away. “Of course dear~” I-no said airily, taking a few moments to readjust the tapes. “All done~” she commented, patting the front of her diaper with a faint crinkle. “My turnnnn~” she announced. Hopping onto the table with a noisy squelch, she gasped with pleasure as she wiggled her hips around. Baiken stared at her dumbfounded by the act. Each time she’d climbed onto the changing table it had been with all the grace and caution she could muster to avoid doing what I-no had just done. “I have to clean that up!” she growled at her. “I know, I’m soooo naughty. You should give me a spanking~” she toyed with her. Baiken trembled with anger, barely able to restrain herself. “Pervert.” she spat, ripping the diaper off, staring at what she had to clean up. Was this what Faust had to deal with every time she… Baiken couldn’t bring herself to think of it; cheeks blushing a fiery red. “Just sit still.” she growled, retrieving a handful of the cleansing wipes. Mercifully, it seemed I-no was finally calmed down. She let Baiken tend to her filth covered hips with little interruption. Her head lolled to the side and she looked like she was in another world, overcome with euphoria. One hand made the task even more arduous. Fortunately, I-no did as she asked, turning this way and that when requested. “An excellent display of teamwork!” Faust exclaimed, poking his head in through the door. “I’m leaving.” Baiken growled, storming past the insane man, leaving I-no and the doctor in her wake. Faust watched her as she stomped towards her room. “She changed her own diaper!” he exclaimed proudly. “Poorly~” I-no interjected. “It was her first!” he continued, refusing to be discouraged. Arriving in her room she slammed the door shut. The resounding crack causing her to jump at the unexpected volume, losing a spurt of liquid into her diaper. Baiken tossed herself into her bed, burying her face in her pillow and slamming her fist into the mattress. It wasn’t fair, none of it was fair! She smashed her fist down again letting out her rage. Punching the plush mattress didn’t help. She lay there wallowing in self-pity for a while. Frustrated with Dr. Faust’s ridiculous method, angry with I-no for her unsightly advances, and most of all, frustrated with herself for continuing to have accidents. Towards the end of the evening there was a knock on the door. “Go away.” she growled. Faust ignored her and poked his bag-covered head in anyway. “Just checking to see if you need a change before bed.” he asked. She sat up on her bed and glared at him. “No.” she spat. Subtly working her hand between her thighs, her diaper told another story: soaked. “...yes” she said, the venom in her voice ebbing. “As long as it’s you and not that devil pervert.” she growled, tugging her kimono to the sides exposing the sodden diaper around her hips. He nodded, quickly changing the woman. There was a flurry of movement. She could hardly even follow his motions. The old diaper removed, she was quickly wiped down and before she could blink a fresh diaper was taped snugly around her hips. “There, all ready for bed.” Faust announced. Baiken exhaled, blowing stray pink hair from her face. “I’m not a child. I’m probably older than you.” she grumbled, turning over and flopping back down on her bed. “Of course, of course.” he responded, quickly departing. Her nightmares returned that evening. Gears haunted her sleep, That Man just two steps ahead of her blade, and his toy… I-no. Jets of hot urine continuously poured into her padding as she twitched and cowered in her dreams. Her final dream had her nearly defeated, cowering at I-no’s feet; deafened by the roaring crescendo of her guitar. With her sword shattered to pieces, she scrambled back from the woman. I-no sauntered towards her, swaying her hips seductively. “Is the little girl scared, going to potty in her pants~” she teased as she continued to step closer and closer. Baiken swallowed; as she clambered away from the woman she was leaving a trail of urine through her wraps. A wall appeared behind her impeding her escape. The stream of piss intensified, a golden arc spraying through her wrappings. The wet fabric clung to her vulva as the monster drew ever closer. The red leather clad woman loomed above her, eyes glowing menacingly. “I’m not going to kill you yet~” she whispered seductively. “We have plenty of time to play first~” she cooed. She quivered, feeling her anus go lax just as her bladder had. The sound of a moist, sticky bowel movement filled the air as her wraps filled with shit. Ropes lashed around her ankles and wrists, pulling her to a standing position. I-no yanked her kimono away with ease, tossing it over her shoulder. Baiken stood restrained in front of the dark haired woman still pooping her panties. “Oh, you did, you really did go potty in your pants~” I-no teased, thrusting her hand between the pink-haired woman’s legs and feeling the warm liquid running over her fingers. Baiken couldn’t stop herself; I-no’s touch was electric. She let out a guttural moan. “Oh… oh gods… don’t.. Don’t touch me like that.” Baiken protested, bucking her hips against I-no’s hand even as she objected. I-no giggled, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet fabric. Digging her fingertips against the woman’s cunt, I-no continued her assault. One hand groped her large breast, now hanging freely. “You’re such a little potty pants.” she teased, leaning forward and nibbling on her ear. “And you’re always going to be a little potty pants~” she continued, licking her ear as she worked her fingers through the fabric of her wraps and finding her target. Baiken moaned even louder. “I’m not… I’m not…” she whined, panting as I-no thrust her fingers deep inside her. Anything else she was going to say was lost in a surge of pleasure. She slumped against the restraints, quivering as I-no played with her chest and fingered her. “Tell me how good it feels, how you just love being a little potty pants~” I-no teased, digging her nails into the woman’s breast. Baiken shook her head, a tendril of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “You’ll admit it soon enough~” I-no whispered ominously. Her hand left the woman’s more than generous chest, finding a new target. Baiken shuddered, arching her back. It felt like she’d just sat in warm, thick, mud. The paste squished up her bottom, filling the space between her cheeks as I-no pressed her palm against her, flattening the bulge. “Just tell me you love it, and I’ll take you to heaven.” I-no whispered, groping the woman’s soiled bottom and squelching the barely contained mess within. “N...no I… oh… nnnng” she moaned again, pressing her forehead against I-no’s shoulder. “Oh fuck…. Fuck…” she growled, her hips rocking with every thrust of I-no’s hand. “That’s right, you’re my little potty pants, you’re my little potty pants~” Baiken snapped awake with a start, a cold sweat matting the hair to her forehead. “You’re my little potty pants~” she heard. Ice water flooded her veins. I-no, the viper, was coiled around her. Her hand was as it had been in the dream, kneading her large chest. Digging her fingers into her fleshy breasts, the sensation hurt, but it felt so good. I-no’s other hand was buried down the front of her pissy diaper, fingers thrusting deep inside her. All of a sudden it hit her; an overwhelming, mind shattering climax. She slumped over in the bed, arching her back as she writhed around. How long had it been since the last time… she couldn’t even remember. She opened her mouth to speak, to protest, to say anything, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of grunts, moans, and gasps. She could feel everything; the sodden padding of her night time diaper, the mushed load in the seat, the wet sheets she’d leaked into. All of it coming together as part of her first sexual release in quite a while. I-no purred in her ear, “Such a good girl~” Baiken lay helpless on the bed, her chest heaving with each passionate breath. I-no withdrew her hand from the woman’s diaper with a crude, wet noise. “I’ll tell Faust he has a very messy girl who needs changing~” she cooed, sauntering away from the woman before she could recover. Shutting the door behind her, she disappeared back into the night, leaving Baiken to wonder if she was still dreaming. An aftershock of pleasure rippled through her body, coaxing another moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist pressing her hand against the front of her diaper, moaning at the hot sensation provided by the urine soaked padding. “Oh… oh fuck…” she moaned under her breath before letting her hand fall away, revolted with herself. With I-no dealt with she lay there, frozen in the afterglow of the experience. What had just transpired…. That pervert! Baiken couldn’t believe that she’d actually cum. She gnashed her teeth with irritation; tomorrow she was going to make her pay. “Pervert, demon!” she shouted, sitting up with a wet squelch and feeling the mush squish against her. It oozed noticeably from the cuffs of the diaper. She pouted angrily until Faust showed up as I-no promised with a fresh diaper and a change of sheets. After that eventful rousing she managed to eke out a few more hours of sleep. Once again she woke to a sodden diaper and, fortunately, no I-no in sight. Staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t even be sure it had happened. Maybe it had all been a disgusting, perverse dream… but it felt real. She shut her eyes and let herself fall back into the mattress. Baiken knew it wasn’t a dream, but she hoped it had been. At least this diaper hadn’t leaked; small victory… Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed she slowly pulled herself up. It was an almost pleasant sensation; the sodden diaper hanging between her hips, squishing warmly against her thighs. Leaving her room, kimono loosely hanging around her shoulders, she wandered off to find Faust for a diaper change. She must have wet recently. Taking a moment to press her fingers into the gel-like material between her legs she gauged the wetness… soaked. Of course she was soaked. Baiken cursed under her breath; why was she even bothering… A faint grumble from her stomach brought a grimace to her face. She needed to relieve herself like normal. Why bother holding it… she huffed and squatted in the middle of the hallway. Spreading her thighs wide she gave a quiet grunt, and with the faintest of effort a heavy, mushy weight filled the back of her diaper. The physical relief was fantastic, but moments after doing her dirty deed the proud woman was filled with shame. What was she thinking!? What kind of samurai willingly just messed herself like that? She slowly stood, chastising herself as she pressed her hand against the sagging bulge in the seat of her already soaked diaper. “uhg...” she moaned, a disgusted tone in her voice. She began the loaded walk of shame to go find Dr. Faust; hopefully I-no could be avoided. If she found her wandering the halls in a full diaper who knows what lewd things she might try. Fortunately, I-no was nowhere to be found. “Hopefully she died in her sleep.” Baiken said with a sneer. Walking into the changing room gave Baiken her answer. On the table lay I-no, a visibly soiled diaper taped around her hips. Faust looked up from his work, about to tear the tapes open. “Welcome, Ms. Baiken. I-no, you can change your own diaper. I’m going to assist Baiken with her diaper.” he said moving over to the second changing table, patting the top. I-no narrowed her eyes and huffed, clearly desiring the attention. “That’s not fair, I was here first!” she pouted playfully. “She has a genuine need of my services!” he countered sharply. Baiken could only think of the intentional mess she made as she waddled over to the changing table. “Alright, just get me cleaned up.” she growled, carefully lowering herself onto the table. “A “please” would be appreciated for all my hard work!” he said with faux indignation as he set to work. Once again, he did the task she had grown all too accustomed to. Baiken pouted on the table, folding her arm over her chest proudly while Faust toiled over the dirty work. “Oh goodness, look at how messy you are, Baiken~” I-no cooed, having rolled onto her side so she could watch the proceedings unfold. “I’m jealous, I want to change her again!” she huffed. Faust bent over backwards, staring at the woman. “Ms. Baiken has clearly expressed her distaste for that, and I can’t say that I blame her!” he said, rejecting her request. Baiken breathed a sigh of relief when Faust denied I-no another chance to be lewd with her… Wipe by wipe she slowly felt her backside become clean. One advantage to having squatted and deliberately soiled herself was that it hadn’t squished all over her skin. With minimal fuss, a fresh diaper was placed under her muscular hips, and a rain of powder signified the end of her change before he taped the diaper shut. “All done, but if you wouldn’t mind, please wait until I-no is finished with her change.” he asked politely. Baiken frowned; she wanted nothing to do with that witch! “Must I?” she growled. “You must!” Faust responded enthusiastically. I-no had hopped up from the table, apparently having changed herself already. “Oh, I’m done~” she said, with a wink directed towards Baiken. “It’s a shame I didn’t have your strong hands helping me, Baiken~” she flirted. Dr. Faust rubbed the bag covering his head in frustration. “What on earth am I going to do with you two...” he said with a sigh. “Don’t lump me in with her!” Baiken protested. I-no giggled like a schoolgirl. “I don’t know, you make plenty of lumps yourself~” she teased. Baiken’s cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. “Shut up!” she hissed angrily. “Calm yourselves! I won’t tolerate fighting!” he cried, standing between them. “I have a task for you both before class today.” Baiken blinked. “I’m listening….” she said cautiously. “Yes, a wonderful task!” Faust concluded with more excitement than necessary. “One of great importance as well.” he added. Baiken was skeptical, while I-no simply looked amused. “I don’t know how you expect me to accomplish anything with this pervert hounding me.” Baiken growled, shooting a glare at I-no. “Consider it a test! Yes, a test…of teamwork!” he improvised. “I’ve been running low on medical supplies. One of my distributors had their last shipment intercepted. Critical that I have it! It was another order of your protective garments.” Baiken twitched in irritation while I-no’s eyes shone with glee. My contact said the bandits were…Oh, where were they?” he asked, scratching his head. Opening his jacket he pulled out a map, slamming it down on the table. “Ahh, yes.” he paused, pointing his finger to a small set of caves. “Here. Not too far, only a couple miles from town.” Surely the monster of a man could handle it himself, but Baiken licked her lips. Finally, the chance for violence, enough to sate her desire to unleash her frustration. No more splitting logs in the courtyard. “Oh, and before I forget, here’s your sword.” he said, rummaging around in his coat before retrieving the finely crafted blade. “and here’s your guitar.” he said, repeating the process, this time retrieving I-no’s deadly teal guitar, handing each of them their respective weapons. “Probably best that you’re out today; I have a new client.” he said dismissively. I-no’s eyes glittered for a moment, Baiken just shrugged. “and before I forget a second time….” he chuckled as he handed Baiken her satchel. “I packed you both a diaper bag with plenty of spares.” “Ohhh, how thoughtful~” I-no said graciously, Baiken simply scoffed. “Have some food, and off you go.” he said, gesturing to the door, shooing them away. I-no ran her fingers up the fretboard briefly playing a fast scale. Baiken pulled the sword part way from its sheath, letting it slide back in when she was satisfied. No sooner had they left the room, Faust’s full nine-foot form loomed menacingly behind them. His paper bag looked even more ominous than usual. “and no fighting between you two. I’ll know.” he promised ominously. Both women felt a dribble of urine spurt into their padding. Baiken couldn’t be more eager to get out. I-no simply tagged along behind her, every so often making flirtatious advances which Baiken quickly shot down. The walk had taken its toll on Baiken’s diaper. After the hour and a half long trek she could start to feel a rash forming; the result of multiple accidents of varying severity. A gentle breeze had wafted through a nearby field of flowers, carrying with it a heavy dusting of pollen. The resulting sneezing fit had left the pink- haired woman gushing piss into her diaper with every convulsion. The very same breeze had knocked loose a boulder from a nearby cliffside, and the thunderous crash of falling rocks nearby had caused her to lose all bladder control, noisily flooding her diaper in front of I-no, who simply watched with a predatory smile. The sudden noises had also coaxed a small muddy lump into her diaper as well. Later, a deer had sprung into the path, once again startling the woman; the lump in her diaper swelled considerably after that. The final indignity occurred when, passing by a glassy pond, she caught a glimpse of her own reflection. Thinking it an ambush, she emptied the rest of her bowels in fright. “They’re just beyond that tree line.” I-no mused, peering out from behind a thick oak. “I think we should change before attacking.” I-no announced. Baiken frowned “I’m fine.” she lied. I-no folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “No you’re not, I can smell your dirty diaper from here~!” she teased. ”If it was anyone but you, I would.” she growled. I-no simply shrugged “we have a mission to complete.” she continued. “No funny business, I promise~” she said with a smirk. Baiken shifted from foot to foot, judging the state of her diaper.” “Fine”, she acquiesced. “I don’t hear anyone around, just… get it over with quickly.” Baiken growled, quickly lowering herself onto the ground. An errant branch caught the cuff of her kimono, pulling open the top as she lowered herself. With a surprised yelp she felt her buxom chest pop out of her clothing, giving I-no quite the sight. “Oh my, and I thought you didn’t want any funny business~” I-no teased as she rummaged in Baiken’s satchel, retrieving the supplies and a fresh diaper for the woman. As she lay there she could see under I-no’s short crimson skirt. The diaper she’d changed into was clearly wet, yellowed between her legs. “You’re wet too!” Baiken exclaimed. The black haired woman snickered. “I know that, I’ve been piddling into my diaper the whole way.” she said with a moan, “Keeping it nice and warm.” she continued before cleaning up after the incontinent woman. “Pervert.” Baiken accused. I-no simply smirked. “Better a pervert than a grown woman who can’t hold her water~” she countered. Baiken mumbled something unintelligible under her breath before going quiet. With her and I-no both changed they were ready. “Fortissimo~” I-no shouted as she practically flew into battle riding her teal guitar. Deafening music poured forth as she plunged forward without a second thought. Baiken sprinted after her, cursing under her breath. Leaping into battle, her sword leapt from its sheath, running a charging robber through with a spray of blood. Disorganized, unprepared, outmatched. They hardly stood a chance against the two women. I-no’s less than traditional method of combat and Baiken’s superior swordsmanship cut through the bandits in no time flat. A few close calls had left Baiken’s diaper moist between her legs. “What’s that ruckus all about!?” a large figure emerged from the cave, shouting in surprise. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” he roared, stomping towards I-no. Unlike his grunts it seemed he’d provide more of a challenge. “What do you think we’re doing!” Baiken shot back, equally bad tempered. He hefted a large axe in his hands and swung it square at I-no’s neck. She ducked, her tall hat narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half by the blow. Sliding forward, her hands glowed with the magic of sound as she moved to strike. Before she could counterattack the butt of the axe sent her flying back into a nearby tree. Rubbing her head she adjusted her hat, glowering at the man who was laughing at the sight of her skirt having ridden up. Her anger subsided into a moan of pleasure as she felt her padding growing sodden between her legs. A genuine moment of fright. She shuddered with enjoyment, pressing her hand against the yellowed garment and squishing it against her flesh. “Oooh~” she moaned, if only this were the time for such things. Baiken quickly closed the distance, hurling her chain hook at him. He caught the hook with the handle of his axe, catching her off guard with the maneuver. Baiken yelped in surprise as she stumbled forward. His fist caught her in the gut with a heavy whump. The painful immpact drove the breath from her lungs and left her diaper heavy around her hips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was dimly aware of a poopy mess pressing against her cheeks and an uncontrollable stream of piss gushing into her diaper. He wrinkled his nose as the smell immediately assaulted his senses. “Uhg, disgusting little brat!” he spat as she hunched over in front of him clutching her stomach. She grunted in pain, trembling as she forced another squishy lump into her diaper. He swung his fist again, though this time she narrowly managed to avoid it. Stumbling backwards, her kimono caught on a branch, sending her falling onto her bottom with a loud squelch. Baiken retched in disgust, feeling the warm mush rising up her bottom and threatening to spill out over the top of the waistband. Perhaps even worse was the guffawing from the bandit leader as he got a good look at the thick, well used diaper around her hips. “You, wearing diapers?” he laughed again, spitting on the ground. “Those supplies must have been for a pissy little girl like you then.” he growled, advancing on her. Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. A crescendo of noise exploded as I-no reappeared behind him, cracking the man over the back of the head. He staggered forward, dazed from the strike, and Baiken was on her feet in a flash. The tip of her blade erupted from his back with a spray of blood. He twitched for a moment as the life disappeared from his eyes before collapsing to the ground. Baiken whipped the blood from her blade placing it back in her sheath glaring at I-no. Grabbing the woman by the neck, she shoved her back against a tree. The distracted glow she’d been encompassed by whilst enjoying the feelings of her soggy diaper disappeared as the pink haired woman assailed her. She squirmed, choking for breath as Baiken’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her neck. “I should kill you for what you did to me.” she spat, squeezing a little harder. I-no flailed frantically. She wheezed, desperately trying to inhale. There was a familiar noise, Baiken could hear it. A wet crackling, popping, squishing noise. The raven-haired woman was soiling herself. This was a genuine accident in her diaper; there wasn’t any acting here. Baiken smirked, satisfied with herself. Relinquishing her grip she let I-no fall to her knees as she inhaled deeply. The glimpse of terror on her face had been a satisfying revenge. “Come on, let’s get the supplies and go.” she growled, marching towards the cave. From behind her she could hear I-no moaning loudly, the crinkling of a wet diaper being rubbed audible. “Ooooh, such a dirty girl. You made me poop my diaper~” she cried lustfully. Baiken twitched with irritation at her enjoyment of the situation. “Just get over here!” she snapped. I-no giggled seductively as she moved to assist the pink-haired woman, unable to resist making comments about the state of their dirty diapers. It was a long trek back, and with all the supplies it was slow going. Baiken refused to let I-no change her diaper, and I-no didn’t *want* to change out of her diaper, which made things even slower. By the time the pair had returned to Faust’s compound they’d completely missed class, which earned them a reprimand. Still, Faust was grateful that they had retrieved the supplies, late as they were. The reward was a long overdue change for them both. I-no considered it more of a punishment however. Baiken’s thighs were smeared brown, and having wet at least twice more on the walk home the sodden garment was far past its capacity. A warm bath was waiting in her future! Baiken excused herself, walking quickly to the bathroom where she could run herself a steaming hot bath. It felt good not to be confined in a diaper for the first time in a few days. Tossing her kimono aside, she slowly lowered herself into the water with a moan of relief. All her troubles seemed to melt away in the scalding water. She shut her eye, the steam making her sleepy. Sleep came unintentionally as she lounged in the tub. The sound of the door opening roused her with a start. The water between her legs yellowed for a moment as she looked up in surprise. A woman with lengthy blond hair stepped into the room, freezing when she saw Baiken in the tub. She stared for a moment, a nearly imperceptible blush coloring her cheeks. “…Sorry.” she murmured before Baiken growled at her. “Out… now.” she snapped. From her low position in the tub she could see up the intruders skirt. The leggings hid little. She too was wearing... something. The gusset appeared slightly swollen. It wasn't one of the comically large diapers Baiken was made to wear, but it wasn't panties. She left as suddenly as she appeared, and once more Baiken was left to her thoughts. Some hours later, Baiken finally returned to her room. A fresh diaper waited for her on her bed. She sneered at it. What a mockery, she’d dealt with that bandit just fine. Things would have gone even better if I-no hadn’t charged in without a thought! She grabbed it and hurled the garment across the room with a huff. Unfolding midair, it hit the wall with a gentle crinkle; not at all satisfying. Reminiscing on the past couple of days she found herself growing angrier and angrier. “What a joke!” she growled, knowing what she had to do. I-no had clearly snapped, and would be no help in finding That Man. This was all just a superfluous distraction; she would deal with her problems her way! Using her sword, she cut a long strip of cloth from the bed sheets, wrapping it tightly around her hips. “Much better.” she said proudly as she gathered her belongings. Escape was a simple matter. Out the window, slide down the roofing tiles and… she paused on the edge of the roof. Her ears twitched. Faint moans echoed through the thin walls. It must have been coming from I-no’s room… that perverted witch. She bit her lip, reminded of the feeling of I-no’s hand plunged down the front of her diaper. It made her knees go weak for a moment. No… she wasn’t a perverted wretch like her! She jumped from the edge of the roof, landing softly. Gravity worked against her, causing a spurt to dampen her makeshift undergarments. Setting out into the night, she vowed that she would improve without Faust’s help, even as a glittering rivulet ran down her thigh. She’d show him and that witch and whoever that blonde woman was!
  19. Bellona, frightened and having an accident in front of a young girl perhaps who'd be looking to her for inspiration. Don't meet your heroes heh. and then bonus round, Baiken! Having drunk too much rice wine as she usually does getting spooked on her way to the toilet!
  20. Not dead and still going! Emelie twitched with irritation. She wanted to tell this damn woman off, but even she wasn’t about to mess with a Wraith… that wouldn’t stop her from antagonizing her though. “Oh fuck off. Forgive me if I don’t appreciate people slicing the lock on my apartment and barging in.” she seethed. The silver haired woman shrugged; it was apparent she hardly cared. “It’s somewhere in your contract as a field operative for PrivSec. I can… conscript...any lesser ranking agent.” she said dismissively. “I don’t think that counts for off the books operations not sanctioned by PrivSec.” Emelie countered, wandering over to her liquor cabinet. At those words Lynd looked up from whatever mindless drivel she was watching on TV. An off the books mission, that would get anyone’s attention. The Wraith caught her glance and narrowed her eyes causing the smaller woman to shrink down into Emelie’s couch. Her eyes glowed faintly for a moment, as she identified the smaller woman. “Lynd Revest… just started today, hmm? I would suggest you pay attention to your little show.” she said, a hint of warning in her voice. She turned back around to face the tv and swallowed noisily. “Anyway, as I was saying...I have a lead, and I know you want to figure out what the fuck is going on as much as I do.” she enticed Emelie. The raven haired woman stared back at her. “Well, what’s the lead?” she asked. The Wraith shook her head and wagged her finger at Em. “First, I need to know that you’re going to commit to this and not fuck me over.” she said coldly. You didn’t get to be a Wraith without a healthy dose of cautiousness. “You follow my lead, you do well? I’ll let you know more. I’ll start to fill you in. Just need to know you’re the kind of woman I can count on.” the Wraith said, watching Emelie as she stared back. A tense few moments of silence before Emelie finally acquiesced. “Against my better judgment I’ll do it, but I swear if you barge into my apartment again like this I’m going to kick your ass.” Emelie growled, laying down some ground rules. The silver haired woman looked unperturbed by the threat, but there was a sudden brief anomalous readout of the wraith’s emotions. A brief flicker, had it said fear? She straightened her posture, glancing down, suddenly looking somewhat irritated for a brief moment before returning to her normal intimidating demeanor grateful the damp gusset of her panties wouldn’t soak through her form hugging suit. "Are you at least going to tell me your name?" Emelie asked with an irritated tone. "I mean... I'll settle for bitch that broke into my apartment but that's a bit of a mouthful." she said in a scathing tone. The wraith just stared back at her and shook her head. "Nyx is fine, better off you don't know who I am." she commented dismissively. "and you can be..." she paused, waving her hand in a circle as if she was thinking. "Nemesis? No... Eris. Yeah, you're definitely Eris." she said. Emelie stared at her blankly. "Eris?" she asked. "Code names... Old Greek Mythology from before the end." The Wraith explained. "You should read a book some time.." she chided the darker haired woman. Em clenched her jaw with irritation, glowering at the woman. Nyx cocked her head to the side, staring intently at Emelie. “Anyway, get dressed and be quick about it. I’ll be waiting in the hall.” she said, turning on her heel and waving Emelie’s door open with her hand. She scowled, but on the inside was brimming with excitement. Hurrying back to her room past the confused looking Lynd she moved to her closet. This was a chance to work with a Wraith the true elite of PrivSec and for that matter… all of Sanam city. Clothes… she stared blankly into her closet rifling through the various outfits. From the hangars she grabbed a pair of form hugging leather pants and a jacket to go with it. Yanking off the sweatpants, she paused. Rummaging through her underwear drawer brought butterflies to her stomach. Each flimsy, silken pair of cloth, once her only choice for undergarments, now left her with a vague unease. She swallowed nervously. What if she did *that*… in front of the Wraith? Emelie chewed on her lip, finding herself wishing for some form of protection. “No…I’ll be fine…” she said quietly, as if she could convince herself it was the truth. A somewhat risque pair of panties slipped from her hand as she shut the drawer. Choking down her pride, she tugged up the sweatpants. With a fiery blush burning in her cheeks, she sheepishly returned to her living room. Lynd was as distracted as ever, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Emelie cleared her throat. It was a struggle to find her voice. “Lynd…” she began quietly. The younger girl blinked in surprise, turning to face Em. “Uhh, yeah?” she asked, glancing away from the TV for a moment before turning her attention back to the show. “I was wondering… if I could… borrow...one of your…protective undergarments…” she said. With each word her voice softened. Without her augmented hearing Lynd might not even have heard that she was asking for one of her pullups. That got her attention. Lynd waved her hand and muted the TV. Breaking out into a fit of giggles, it took her a moment to compose herself. There was a certain satisfaction she felt about seeing Emelie come ask her for one of her pullups. With a haughty grin, she pointed towards the corner of the room. “Sure, they’re over there.” she commented. Emelie hurried towards the package, quickly yanking one out and dashing back to her room before Lynd could get another word in. Unfolding the garment in her hands, she stared at herself in the mirror. The cutesy print adorning the garment added insult to injury. Kicking off her sweatpants, she sighed. Here she was, after going off on her squad about these damned things. Here she was about to wear one. Trading away her maturity for protection, she donned the garment. It wouldn’t be the first time; she vividly recalled the night Aria had forced her to wear one. This, however, would be the first time of her own volition. Stepping through the leg holes, she tried to pretend it was just another pair of panties. The thin padding that encased her hips wouldn’t let her forget so easily. Emerging from her apartment, she saw Nyx waiting for her as promised. The woman glanced at her, giving a scan of her outfit. “Let’s go.” she said curtly. The pair made their way out of the apartment building, Nyx leading the way. "We'll take my car, yours should be finished tomorrow." she commented nonchalantly. Emelie gave her a sidelong glance. The amount of information the Wraith had access too was a bit unsettling. Em knew about the vast PrivSec databases. Much of the information shared between the corporations was gathered by employers. As a PrivSec employee she had greater access than most, but in the past it was she who had leveraged it against targets. She wasn't comfortable being on the receiving end of such a watchful eye. Nyx's car caused Emelie to stare for a moment. She didn't particular care about cars but she had to admit it was a very impressive looking piece of machinery. Black, low to the ground, sleek, angular but curved... it was hard to even describe. If Joshua could see it... he'd freak out. It made his brutish sports car look absolutely antiquated.The doors opened, a pale red light bathing the interior of the car. Even though she knew it was for optimal for low light situations, she couldn't help but think it made the vehicle look utterly sinister; she loved it. "We don't have all night... we'll, you don't have all night." Nyx said as she lowered herself into the car. "Right, ahh sorry." Emelie mumbled, quickly entering. The slight bulk of the pullup underneath her pants brought a blush to her cheeks, she tried to ignore it. It was just another piece of equipment... The door slid shut on its own and she was treated to the advanced interior. Her blacked out armored sedan wasn't a cheap beater but this made it feel like one."What even is this?" she asked, running her fingers along a carbon fiber panel. "A corsair, issued to all Wraiths." she responded as if it were just another car when it was so clearly much more. It even sounded different. the engine made a quiet almost alien hum on top of the sonorous exhaust note. Much more refined that Joshua's monstrosity... probably every bit as fast too. That thought was answered shortly as they rocketed out of the parking lot into the sparsely populated evening streets. The engine let out a banshee howl echoing off the buildings as she drove. Emelie paled, tightening her grasp around the door handle before the car settled into a reasonable speed and Nyx let the angular steering wheel fold away. "Okay, a couple of days ago I was recovering trash for PharmaTek." she began. Emelie blinked "Uhh, recovering trash?" she interjected. Nyx shot her an unamused look for being interrupted. "Hardware slated for disposal, trash." she said with a hint of irritation. Most of her irritation stemmed from being sent on such a menial task rather than with Emelie herself. "I was as surprised as you are. It's what made me suspicious. A standard team could have recovered the truck with ease. Some low level gang took it, I don't even think they knew what they had taken or what they could even do with it." she continued. "When I came across them they hadn't even managed to open the truck yet." she explained. Emelie pursed her lip. "So you think it's something to do with..." she let the question hang. Nyx nodded "PharmaTek manufactures the Serum series line of anti-rejection drugs. What could be in there that's so important they would contract Wraith level services to retrieve a truck full of trash? Something they can't risk getting out into the public." Nyx hypothesized. "So I sliced the locks and blamed it on the gang. The truck is sitting in a staging area waiting for a PrivSec escort to the disposal area." "Uhg..." the Wraith paused to rub her stomach. "I'm so fucking hungry again." she said. It was apparent she had quite the temper. Though... that was evident earlier when she'd been tearing apart the doctor's office. "This has just been miserable lately." she griped, letting down her professional shell for a moment to complain about personal matters. "Yeah... I could eat again." Emelie agreed reluctantly. A quick stop made for Emelie's second helping of greasy fast food for the day. It was so bad but oh so good. The stare from the drive through teller greatly amused her though. Soon after gorging themselves on cheap food they were back on track headed to... well Emelie had no idea but Nyx knew. The Wraith wiped her mouth with a napkin, waving her hand again. The dashboard illuminated projecting schematics and blueprints into the air. "This is the layout of the staging area... are you paying attention? Pay attention." she said, catching Emelie staring out the window up at the faint glow of the aurora centralis. "Oh... right, yeah." Em quickly corrected herself. "Guards are regularly stationed here, here, here and here." she began, speaking quickly. "They traverse the perimeter every ten minutes. When I was dropping off the truck I stole a badge that will let us infiltrate here." she said, gesturing and pointing with each new piece of information. Emelie could barely keep up. "You'll have to keep the door open for me otherwise exfil will be... difficult." she continued. "Wait... you're using me as a doorstop?" she asked, pursing her lips. Nyx gave her a nonplussed look at the question. "The badge I took will open the door but once the request goes through their SIEM system it'll likely trip an alert and a guard will go investigate and the badge number will get locked. So yes, I'm using you as a doorstop. A door stop that has to incapacitate any guards that try to shut the door." she said sharply. Her team had complained on more than one occasion that Emelie liked to stress the details but this was another level. The minutia in which Nyx covered the building and plan was staggering. She even listed off which windows were borosilicate reinforced compared to which were standard soda lime glass. It was almost too much to take in. Emelie just nodded every so often as she covered her plan, doing her best to pay attention. It was a simple plan, guard the door. Nyx sneaks in, visits the truck, figures out what they were hiding comes back out... simple. She didn't interrupt, not wanting to upset the Wraith. "Got it Eris?" she asked. Emelie stared at her for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, should be simple." she responded, running her hand through her hair. Nyx didn't seem convinced... Fortunately she didn't press her for the details she'd given her. "Good." she responded professionally. Waving her hand the projection disappeared and Emelie found herself with incoming files. Accepting the transmission the blueprints they had just been covering along with various notes. Emelie rolled her eyes, if this was what being a Wraith meant she was glad she never pursued it. Basically becoming a slave beholden to the company; no thanks... though the car was pretty nice... All of the perks didn't stop Nyx from dirtying her pants just like Emelie though. After the briefing, the two sat in an awkward silence. With the car driving itself, Nyx leaned the seat back and shut her eyes. Emelie glanced at her, staring for a moment. Wraiths were spoken about in hushed tones. Some Privsec employees didn’t even believe they existed, yet here she was sitting next to her. Emelie opened her mouth, ready to make small talk. Everything that came to mind, however… she decided to shut up. Apparently Nyx had seen her staring, and cracked open one of her eyes. “Can I help you with something?” she asked plainly before shutting her eye again. “No… well… I was just wondering how long you’ve been a Wraith for. What kind of implants do you have? Is it true that you have a kill-switch?” she found herself asking, the questions flooding out. There were more she could have asked, but she quickly shut up after that. Nyx chuckled; it was a low, almost synthetic laugh.”Technically, those first two are classified. Well, I say classified, but it’s not like I even know the first one. They wipe your memory before you become a wraith; no lingering attachments, you know?’ Emelie’s jaw dropped; she’d heard rumors, but...Nyx continued, unperturbed. “Let’s just say...a while...and as for my augs? Better than yours… much better than yours.” she said with a hint of amusement. “As for the kill-switch? No, don’t be stupid.” she admonished. “There are other safeguards in place.” she said dismissively. “Again, classified, and to be honest? They don’t tell us either.” she said with a wry grin, “Probably a good idea, or we’d try to get around it. They say every Wraith has a different safeguard, but I have no idea.” she shrugged. “I answered your questions, now-” Nyx began with a hint of snark to her voice.“Sort of…”, Emelie mused. “As I was saying...How long have you been with the company?” Nyx asked. It was obvious that wasn’t her real question. She had access to that information in the PrivSec records at a whim. Emelie was smart enough to infer what she was really asking. “A few years.” she began. Glancing out the deeply tinted window, another one of those wretched, glaring advertisements caught her eye. She shifted in her seat, once again reminded of what she was wearing. “I was PD before.” Emelie continued. Nyx nodded “I know.” she commented. The Wraith’s eyes began to flicker and glow. An image was being projected from her ocular implants, floating in front of her face. Emelie paused, distracted…she was lingerie shopping! Bralettes and negligees flashed on the screen as she scrolled through the digital storefront. “Uh, well yeah… like I was saying. I was PD before but it just wasn’t for me. Call it greed or whatever.” Emelie continued. “So you left for the money?” Nyx asked, glancing away from browsing for a moment. “Mostly, yeah… and don’t laugh, but I thought I could make a bigger difference taking bigger jobs.” she admitted, slightly embarrassed by her younger self’s naivete. “No no, I get it. It’s bullshit, but I get it.” Nyx teased. “I like to think we make the city a better place.” Emelie said. It earned a shrug from the Wraith. “How noble of you. I guess it makes sense, what with your parents and all.” Nyx commented. Emelie’s expression darkened at the mention of her past. “Yeah, well, at least I know who they were; that memory wipe you wraiths get sure must bite, huh?” she spat back. Emelie thought she saw Nyx’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second and immediately regretted her outburst. But it was only for a second. She wasn’t even sure it had happened; suddenly Nyx was chuckling and putting her hands up in mock surrender. “Yeah, it sures does.” she conceded, sounding almost wistful. The silence that set in afterwards was painful; Emelie desperately groped for a change in subject. Nothing came, and the silence seemed to draw on longer and longer. Emelie contented herself with watching the city pass by through the window. Eventually sleep found her and she lazily dozed off to the alien hum of the car’s grav-engine. An hour later maybe, she felt a gentle shake on her shoulder. She wasn’t quite sure how long it’d been. Her HUD read midnight; what time had she fallen asleep? It didn’t matter, they had a job to do and were slowly approaching the location. “Wake up, we’ve arrived.” Nyx’s voice roused her. She rubbed her eyes letting out a tired grumble. “I’m up I’m up.” The mirthful tone that had suffused the silver haired woman’s voice earlier was gone. In fact, there wasn’t *any* tone at all... “Is this what Wraiths are like on missions?” She thought back to the rumors she had heard in her first weeks and months at PriveSec; about the hypnosis and neuro-implanted autosuggestion that Wraiths supposedly used to better sync with their implants. “Does she even recognize me right now, or am I just assigned as her “squadmate?” The thought was more than a little unsettling. As expected, the warehouse was quiet. Nestled in the heart of the 3rd industrial zone, it looked just like every other building in the vicinity. Emelie knew though, that what was contained within could potentially blow this case wide open! At least... that's what she hoped. The car slowly passed by the front of the warehouse. Inside the cockpit of the car the windshield and side windows were identifying guards, pinging on the screen giving a readout of who they were, what weapon they were holding, and baseline threat assessment. Emelie was floored as it picked out guards she hadn't even seen with her enhanced sight. "Focus.” Nyx chided as she saw her gawking. Emelie just nodded, noting what she could as they rounded the corner. "Leave that." Nyx began, gesturing at the large sidearm strapped to Em's hip. "Unsilenced. Unacceptable for this mission." Nyx continued as both doors silently opened, allowing them to disembark. Reluctantly, Emelie left her trusty hand cannon in the car; stuffing it underneath the seat.The doors shut in unison behind each woman, and with a quiet, metallic whir the roof of the car began to part. A faint woosh of moving air and each panel seemed to launch from the roof! Two drones shot off into the night sky. "Can I have the feed?" Emelie asked. Nyx shook her head. "Negative." she said, opening the trunk. She retrieved a boxy looking handgun, racking the slide back with a not-quite-as- satisfying click of a polymer frame. Nyx flipped it around in her hand, holding the shroud as she handed it to Emelie. She held it tight as the raven haired woman tried to take it. "Only if necessary." she lectured. Emelie nodded in understanding and Nyx relinquished the gun. It was surprisingly lightweight for how chunky it looked. The firearm synced with her implants effortlessly, the PrivSec icon flashing on her ocular HUD for a moment. "The Murmur?" she asked, seeing the name of the gun in her hud. Taking a shooting stance she tested the sights. "Subsonic rounds, integrated baffling, gas compression venting " Nyx explained flatly, grabbing one for herself. Nyx checked her own firearm, yanking back the slide and letting it snap shut. “Ready?” the Wraith asked. Emelie nodded, clenching the gun tightly. “Yeah, I got it. In, out, simple. I’m just the doorstop.” Emelie said wryly. Nyx stared back at her, emotionless. It was an eerie thing when the expression analyzer registered nothing… “Copy that.” she said before moving quickly towards the building. The way she moved looked effortless, and she hardly made a sound. Emelie was good, but… she felt like each step was a thunder crash compared to the silent gait of the Wraith. Maybe she should have taken those inertial compensators… They reached the side of the building in a flash. Emelie hadn’t noticed it at first, but as they approached the street lights around them all darkened. In fact, it wasn’t just the street lights in their vicinity; darkness had set in up and down the entire block. It wasn’t just a coincidence... Just like the blueprints had shown, they followed the edge of the building until it cut into an alleyway. Nyx held her hand out for a precise amount of time before continuing. They made it to the door, already Nyx had the pilfered id badge in hand. Before Emelie could blink the door was open and she had disappeared into the confines of the warehouse. Emelie ducked into the doorway, stopping just as she was inside and just as she was told wedged her boot into the door so it wouldn’t shut. “No movement.” Nyx’s almost robotic voice echoed through her implant. The surprise of suddenly hear her voice loosened her hold over her bladder and she could feel a few errant drops of urine dampen her pullup. She hadn’t even shared coms with her but… she should have expected it. “Copy.” she responded back simply. Now for the boring part, playing doorstop. Even as boring as such a simple job was there was still an element of excitement to it. Working with a Wraith! Just the way she moved, knew every single detail of the battlefield, seemed to calculate for everything; it was extremely impressive. On guard duty, Emelie flicked through the variety of sight modes available to her. She kept her cochlear implants on maximum amplification, listening for the slightest hint of a guard approaching the door. Meanwhile in her apartment, a curious Lynd watched everything. She had even made herself a nice bowl of popcorn to devour during the show. As Emelie’s team watcher she had access to tap into her augments, access to her vitals and all sorts of other information. “Boooring” she grumbled, contemplating going to sleep. “Come on Em, do something exciting.” she told the TV through which she was viewing Emelie’s sight. Curiosity of what Emelie was up to kept her glued to the feed. The seconds passed, quickly blurring into minutes. It wasn’t that far? Damnit, how long did Nyx say it was going to take her again? Emelie chided herself for forgetting. She was a Wraith, she could handle herself. So far… nothing, not a peep. Maybe she’d just been overly cautious about tripping the SIEM. All that precaution and planning and not even a peep from the guards, probably just lazy contracted low rent security. A message popped up in her hud; Aria… Emelie bit her lip, nothing was going on. She glanced around, peeking her head out the door into the alleyway. Silence… Greedily she opened the message, imagining she could smell Aria’s perfume. It sent a tingle racing down her spine. ‘I know, you’ve been busy. I’ve missed you at the club~ A’ the message read simply. Aria was never one to beg or mince words. She was direct, to the point; a quality that always seemed to make Em weak in the knees. What to write back though, this was always the difficult part. How not to seem so eager but not completely disinterested… After thirty seconds of indecision she messaged her back. ‘Yeah, work, you know.’ silently cursing herself for writing something so boring. ‘Oh? You’re awake? I thought my Murtaziq needs her beauty rest.’ Aria teased. ‘I don’t always go to bed early!’ she immediately shot back, getting flustered by the teasing. ‘I’m just teasing dear. I know not everyone has the glamorous opportunity to party all night at their own club. You should come by tomorrow if you’re not too busy~’ Aria continued. ‘I know you’re embarrassed about what happened, but you shouldn’t let that come between us.’ the woman wrote. Emelie blushed, hazy drunken visions of that night she’d made a fool of herself flashing back in her mind. Uhg, she’d made such a mess of her pants and right when things were getting hot. She groaned quietly at the memory, pausing before she wrote back. ‘I know, I’m sorry. I’d rather not talk about that, but I think I’ll be free tomorrow. Probably just doing paperwork in the office.’ she wrote back, finally finding the confidence to see Aria again. ‘Oh good good, just in case you lose your nerve~’ she wrote back. A picture loaded a second later with a gratuitous shot of Aria’s cleavage between her suggestively unbuttoned pinstriped blazer. Emelie felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she stared at the picture. Another dampness began to leak into her padding at the sight. ‘Oh fuck yes’ she wrote back without a second thought. ‘Do you want to see more?’ a simple question was posed to her next. ‘Yes…’ Emelie sent, squirming her thighs together in anticipation. ‘Promise me you’ll come by tomorrow~’ Aria laid out her demand. Emelie couldn’t respond quickly enough. ‘I promise I promise!’ she wrote, her breathing heavy with lust. Another picture appeared with the next button undone. God Aria was such a bitch for teasing her like this! Another picture and another button undone. Emelie bit her lip to stifle a moan, barely resisting the urge to grind her hand against her womanhood. The penultimate picture appeared, her blazer hanging completely open, but her shirt still covering her chest for the most part. A final picture came through. It made Emelie light-headed just looking at it. The way her shirt hung open exposing her voluptuous chest and smooth, toned stomach; it was maddening. “Oh fuck…” she whispered under her breath, allowing her hand to graze her womanhood. Electric ripples traced through her body from the touch. She didn’t even mind the pastel colored waistband that was sticking up above her pants just barely visible. Damn it… why did she have to come on this dumb mission when she could be fucking right now! ‘One more’ Emelie begged. Glancing around again greeted by silence she jammed her hand between her legs shutting her eyes. The next picture floored her, standing just wearing her unbuttoned shirt Aria stood nearly nude… except for the thick crinkly diaper around her hips and judging by the faint sag in the garment it was soaked. It wasn’t quite what Emelie had in mind but at this point… she didn’t care. With her mind elsewhere she didn’t notice the Wraith returning from her objective. “What are you doing?” the voice sharply asked. The rude startle away from her erotic exchange with Aria elicited a gasp. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs as she jumped in surprise. A gasp wasn’t the only thing she let out unfortunately. Regretting having greasy fast food twice today, the hand that’d been mischievously placed between her legs shot to her bottom. A wet mush crackled and oozed into her pullup filling the crevice between her cheeks with a filthy paste. She groaned and clenched her muscles barely managing to stave off a full blown accident. The damage was done however and between her legs felt significantly warmer and wetter. “Oh fuck…” she hissed, squeezing her thighs together. Emelie was still peeing, she could feel the hot rush from between her lips soaking into the pullup she’d thankfully thought to wear. “This is not the time nor place. I could hear you breathing from around the corner.” she hissed. “I… I’m fine I... “ she said though labored breath, the stream of urine tapering off. Forced to recover her composure, still in an aroused daze she pushed the door open… straight into one of the security guards. “Wait!” Nyx had hissed at her only a moment’s too late. “Hey! Freeze!” he barked. Obviously he’d come to investigate the door. He scrambled to raise his rifle but Emelie was already grabbing it. She yanked it from his hands and still holding it by the barrel, bashed him over the head with the stock. He wavered on his feet before slumping to the ground. Emelie panted heavily, the sudden surge of adrenaline coaxing another few dribbles of urine from her. “Move.” Nyx stated as she walked past her. Emelie watched, she could see a darkened wet stain that ran down one of her legs past the knee. The Wraith had wet herself at some point, they’d both done it… Emelie even doing a little worse. She hesitantly probed the seat of her pants with her fingers. At least it wasn’t obvious… nor had it leaked. Nyx placed her thumb and pointer finger over his eyes. There was a pulse, sparks, his body twitched for a moment. “Eris, exfil.” she said in that almost robotic monotone. “What did you d…” Emelie began to ask before Nyx cut her off. “He’s fine.” she said, moving quickly along the wall they had entered past. “Did you find anything?” Emelie asked unable to help herself. Even through her emotionless state Em could have swore Nyx was starting to grow annoyed. “Debrief in the car.” she responded curtly. Emelie nodded following after the Wraith. It was a short dash back to the car. As the doors opened for them the two drones Nyx had released earlier swooped out of the night sky once again becoming part of the car. With a wet squish Emelie sat down, wincing at the sticky feeling of her own effluence smeared against her bottom. The smell became immediately noticeable as they shut the doors and sped off. Emelie looked around for a moment, trying to find a window switch; she couldn’t… “Could you um… crack the window.” she asked, cheeks hot with embarrassment. Both windows automatically cracked open no sooner after she asked. “Thanks… so… what did you find?” she asked. Nyx held a finger out at her, she needed a moment. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttered for a moment before turning to stare at Emelie. The Wraith stared her down for an uncomfortable length of time before finally speaking. “If I tell you what I saw, you’re tied to this, tied to me.” she said ominously. “No more careless behavior like that.” she said with a faint growl. The pit of Emelie’s stomach felt heavy. She swallowed dryly “I’m in.” she said hesitantly. Nyx continued to stare her down, scanning her face for a few more uncomfortable seconds. “Okay…” she said, taking another deep breath. “Serum four… a lot of it.” she said, furrowing her brow. “The manifest stated fifteen hundred liters of the stuff. Processed, palletized and ready for consumption. All slated for elimination. A hundred and fifty thousand vials and I don’t think this was the only shipment they were destroying.” she said with a frown. Emelie pursed her lips in thought. “They’re destroying it?” she asked. Nyx nodded. “Do you remember the three to four transition?” Nyx asked. “It was a while ago but yeah… oh you probably don’t remember. Three was available at a discount everywhere… for quite a while.” she mused, thinking back. “They’re getting rid of their four stockpiles even though there might be an issue with five” Nyx postulated. “What if they’re deliberately poisoning us…” Emelie said. The thought instilled a sensation of ice running through her blood. She could see that Nyx was thinking the same thing. Emelie shuddered at the thought. “What would they have to gain by that....” Nyx said, dismissing the notion. “The Corps have always been good to us.” she continued. Emelie nodded “yeah… I guess you’re right… I don’t want to believe they’d do anything like that.” Emelie said with a hint of sadness. “Did you get any other leads?” Em asked after a few moments of silence between the two women. “There was a signature on the manifest. I’m scouring the PrivSec database for the name now. Might take some time.” she said. “I’m going to shut my eyes for a while… I’m exhausted, gotta recharge.” Nyx said, slumping back in her chair. A small panel slid out of the center console and the silver haired woman rested her hand on the panel. Emelie watched, probably some sort of induction charging plate. “It’s set to head back to your apartment first.” she said, stifling a yawn. Emelie was too wired to sleep. All she could think about was the conspiracy they had uncovered… if there even was a conspiracy, she had to remind herself many times. But… what if it was? She kept asking herself, what would the Corporate Council say if they found out PharmaTek was poisoning them? What if… what if… what if… She had so many questions, finding the truckload of Serum4 hadn’t exactly given her the answers either of the women sought and like all great mysteries it had only given her more questions. It had been a taxing day and Nyx’s advanced car devoured the miles. Approaching Emelie’s apartment she glanced over at the woman who was now lightly snoring. She was still very much human but… more. The cutting edge of augment technology, and here she was snoring. The thought momentarily brought Emelie out of her paranoid delusions and brought a quiet chuckle to her lips. She shifted in her sleep, letting out a whimper. Apparently they still dreamt as well. They were back in her neighborhood now, only a few minutes away from Em’s apartment. Nyx let out another whimper punctuated with a disgusting wet fart. Was she really going to… Emelie wrinkled her nose as the smell momentarily assaulted her nostrils. There was an unconscious grunt from the sleeping woman’s lips. She was really going to have a bowel movement while she was sleeping! Emelie stared in morbid curiosity. It made sense… if it was the Serum causing their issues someone like Nyx would be on a much more frequent regimen of the stuff. There was another burst of gas from the woman’s bottom. Lying on her back as she was Emelie could see anything but she could hear it. That squelchy crackly noise of a hot mass being excreted into her clothing. At least Emelie hadn’t gotten that bad yet but… was it only a matter of time? Nyx tensed and another burbly fart rose through the mush being pushed into her pants before audily finishing with a solid sounding log with a noisy splortch. Emelie was glad her apartment was starting to come into view as the cabin began to smell rather potent despite the cracked windows. Still Nyx slept, blissfully unaware of the waste she was now sitting in. A thin trickle of urine ran down the groin of her suit soaking into the seat under her. When the doors opened she quickly disembarked. Nyx suddenly sat up with an audible squish, eyes wide with horrified realization. “Let me know when you find that person.” Emelie commented hurriedly as she shut the door behind her walking towards her apartment, breathing in the fresh air. Tugging at the pullup that was now plastered to her ass by her own mess she grimaced, desperately wanting nothing more than to shower and go to bed. Mercifully, Lynd was asleep on the couch; sprawled out, the blanket threatening to fall off. Emelie snuck by, making a beeline towards her bathroom where she could undress and find herself once again under the hot rejuvenating waters of her shower. The mottled brown stain on the seat of her pullup made her chide herself. She could do better, she had to do better! At least she didn’t have a complete accident and could finish emptying herself on the toilet before stepping into the shower. After her shower she left her clothes and soiled pullup in the bathroom; too tired to clean up. She barely even had the energy to dry herself off. Stumbling into her bedroom finally the day caught up to her and she collapsed face first on the bed falling asleep within a few seconds.
  21. Thank you, thank you. We already had the Alliance challenge, now it is time for the Council challenge! Also fitting it be the first to feature *that* kind of content. Won't be as long as some of the previous lottos but should be a fun read for those who want something a bit different!
  22. Welcome agent Kozmo, as the Alliance's top agent you have been tasked with investigating some strange happenings. Purported Council activity must be quelled and dealt with. Be prepared as such matters are not to be taken lightly. This will test your mettle and you must do your best for the strength of the Alliance. If you were to fall into enemy hands the consequences would be disastrous! Mission briefing: An outfit of your choice is available. Preferably jeans with some sort of jacket. Alternatively any military themed outfit will work. Should this entry win I will gift you an unnamed vr game through steam that will require completion. Beforehand 2L of water should be consumed along with 500ml of coffee along with potentially 'performance enhancing drugs' as we previously discussed. This should be done thirty minutes to an hour before attempting this challenge. You should be at roughly an 8 upon starting. As an Alliance agent, you should have no problem keeping yourself composed through that. Provided will be a rough dietary outline to ensure suitable bowel desperation as well. Not to mention agent health and well being. Rules for completing the game: Any scream or vocalized outburst (expletive or otherwise) counts as a strike. Alliance agents must be composed! Any lapse in bladder or bowel control counts as a strike. Alliance agents are a master of desperation! Leaving the game for any reason counts as a strike. (removing the HMD, using the overlay to pause or closing the game) Alliance agents know no fear! 4 Strikes and you must complete the game, consume 500ml more water and then return to the game and take an alternate route to arrive at a different ending. If you can complete the game with three or less strikes you have done it! You've completed your mission! Should you at anytime lose control or either your bladder or bowels you have failed your mission! Finish the job and empty yourself entirely in your clothes. If the mission is too intense, at anytime you may give in and squat where you stand and relieve yourself in your clothes.
  23. The preceding events as masterfully illustrated by livinginfinite who can be found here https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=2453086 “G...gears this far west?” she asked with an uncharacteristic quiver in her gravely voice. The pink haired swordswoman trembled at the thought. Her thighs trembled and a gush of liquid warmth soaked into her wrappings. She squeezed her muscles as best she could and quivered; urine dribbled down her thighs. The sensation of liquid running down her thigh tapered off as she managed to regain control of her bladder. For the one armed woman there was nothing more terrifying that a gear. They were the reason she’d lost her arm… and one of her eyes as well. She could still remember finding out Sol was a gear, losing control of her bowels. The sensation of her own solid waste uncontrollably starting to fill her tight wraps. It was something she was humiliatingly all too familiar with. The foul smell, the sticky sensation, the heavy weight in her would be panties… she shook her head. At least it hadn’t been a full voiding and the man holding the magical phone hadn’t noticed her release. The voice she was speaking with grunted in acknowledgment. “Yes, we’ve been tracking their movements through the prefecture and one seems to have wandered away from the main group.” he said. “I’ll… I’ll handle it.” she said, swallowing nervously. “Good, let us know when it’s done… and get a magiphone. It’s irksome trying to get a hold of you.” he said before the line clicked silent. Baiken flipped the roaming phone operator a coin as a tip. He bowed his head in thanks before hurrying off holding the odd magic stick that harnessed the power of magic to enable long distance communications. She lowered her eyes, staring at her hand. It was trembling… pulling the gourd from her back and popped the cork open guzzling down a few mouthfuls of sake. She sighed, steadying her nerves with alcohol. After her last remedial potty training course Dr. Faust had urged her to quit drinking but she wasn’t about to give that up. Checking over her shoulder to make sure the operator was gone she tugged her loose fitting kimono open to inspect her cotton wrappings. She bit her lip… soaked… The pink haired woman squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She could still feel a vague urge to go but for now she could hold it. How many times had she been burned by that thought before… It didn’t matter, she needed to press on. She didn’t have time to remove her wrappings and redress herself. Ironically switching to the cheaper disposable cotton wrappings instead of the more expensive panties she kept ruining only worsened her ability to make it to the bathroom. Instead of just tugging them down they had to be arduously unwrapped which led to many incidents standing bowlegged in front of the toilet, starting the process only to lose control in her underclothes. Tugging a small journal from her belt she made a note of the incident. January 18th… she paused to look up through the trees. Noon, small leak. She wrote, under reporting the severity of her little incident. Another one of that mad doctor’s ridiculous ideas… a voiding diary. She stowed the pencil and let the little book fall to her waist. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword and took off at a quick pace not relishing the thought of the rash she was likely to get feeling the wet fabric rubbing against her womanhood. Even though it should have dried by the time she arrived at her overnight halt the physical exertion of running was enough to continually cause her weak bladder to leak. She would have held her bowels too if it wasn’t for the witch flower’s pollen which had caused a sneezing fit. Her wraps were completely drenched and the small lump of mush she had expelled had smeared and squished during her vigorous movement staining the entirety of the seat of her undergarments. Before even cleaning up when she arrived at her room dutifully she penciled in what had happened to her journal. “Faust had better be able to help after this.” she growled, snapping the diary shut. Letting her robes fall away she continued undressing and made her way to the bath tub where she could let down her wild pink hair and relax in the hot water. If Dr. Faust was to be believed she wasn’t the only one with such an issue but when pressed he would always state doctor patient confidentiality and keep his lips sealed. He’d tried to get her to try wearing protective undergarments but no matter the euphemism they were diapers and she wasn’t a child! In the end after her disastrous attempt at remedial potty training he had offered her a wager. He would give her time to improve on her own giving her some recommendations to follow. There was no way the proud samurai could turn down a wager. If she didn’t show markable improvement upon their next meeting she would agree to wear diapers. She ruminated on her little wager nearly falling asleep whilst she basked in the warmth of the water. Finally climbing out of the tub she dried herself and trudged to bed. It had been a long day of traveling and she was weary. The warm embrace of sleep quickly whisked her away after dressing for bed. The land of sleep wouldn’t allow her to escape her little issue. Having always struggled with bedwetting and often even nighttime bowel movements tonight was no different. In her fitful sleep she dreamt of capture. “This is a fine blade.” the female gear mused as she examined Baiken’s prized edge. “Baiken, we meet again.” the red skirted woman spoke in a seductive tone. She strained against the bindings keeping her tied to the chair. Even though she was face to face with I-no somehow she wasn’t scared. Her burning desire for vengeance fueled her anger. “I’ll destroy you the second I free myself.” she snarled, muscles straining and bulging as she struggled. “Ohohoho will you now?” the woman laughed sadistically. “No little human I don’t think you will.” she said. “You can’t even break free of a simple yarn binding.” she said, pointing to the ‘rope’ that held her. Baiken’s eyes widened at what she saw. It wasn’t a tick rope like she’d thought but a simple yarn… it felt as if it were unbreakable steel! “You’re weak.” she purred leaning close to captured Baiken, licking her ear. The swordswoman whimpered and tried tugging at her bonds again; they barely budged. “You’ve been a past for far too long hunting down master.” she said, stepping away from the sitting woman. Her muscular thighs quivered. Now she could feel the fear running through her blood like an icy torrent. With her thumb I-no popped Baiken’s sword free from its sheathe drawing the fine blade and in an instant swinging the deadly blade towards her victim. Baiken’s face twisted with fear as the blade approached. Steaming urine started to pool around her thighs as her bladder rapidly expelled its contents in fright. The blade held a hairs width from her throat, parting the air as it approached. She clenched her eyes shut feeling the breeze caress the side of her face and the sound of a noisy wet bowel movement rose to their ears as she filled her wrappings with a soft formless mush. She trembled, catching her breath still mid bowel movement, grunting as she forced the last of the wet feces into her undergarment with a wet crackle. “Coward~” I-no’s voice taunted. She shot up in bed drenched in a cold sweat. Though, not the only liquid she was drenched in. The bed was absolutely soaked. She must have wet multiple times through the night. A huge wet splotch discolored the sheets under her and even worse… when she sat up she felt a massive bulge squish under her backside. Baiken flushed brightly with embarrassment, she could still remember Dr. Faust’s words about the matter the last time she had undergone the potty training class. Of the attendees she was the only one to soil her bedding. Before losing her nerve to record the humiliating event she quickly noted down what had happened in her voiding diary. There was no way to downplay a nighttime accident like this. At this rate she was destined for diapers she thought bitterly. All too used to these sorts of nighttime incidents such as this she pulled herself out of bed groaning at the large wet splotch and faint brown staining from her nocturnal release. Another shower followed stripping off her badly soiled wraps. Laying down a towel she collapsed back into bed. Staring out the window she could hear Faust’s irriitating voice in her head. “Protection will allow you to get a good night’s sleep as well.” he had chided her when she told him how many times a night she was woken up on average per night. Baiken grumbled under her breath yawning as she finally fell back asleep atop the towel she laid down. The distant crow of a rooster roused her from a thankfully dreamless sleep. Again though, her body had betrayed her. The wet splotch was even larger than she remembered. She must have urinated in her sleep once more… maybe twice. Baiken cursed loudly, the clammy sensation of wet sheets sending her into a foul mood. She’d come so close to staying dry at night but every time she ran into some sort of trouble her night time issues seemed to return. Leaving an extra tip on the nightstand to deal with the mess she’d made of her bedding Baiken quickly slipped out of the small inn not wishing to explain what she had done to yet another innkeeper. No sooner had she managed to leave the inn a roof shingle slipped from the aging roof shattering violently against the street next to her. She gasped in surprise readying her sword as her bladder spasmed. Her freshly changed wraps felt damp again. She huffed, realizing the source of the noise and let her sword drop back into its sheath before pressing on. Before she could leave the town another member of the communications guild stopped her. “Ms. Baiken, I have a collect call for you.” he said, a hint of unease in his voice. Her fearsome reputation with a sword preceded her. She waved her hand dismissively. “Fine, I’ll take it.” she growled, it was probably him again with more information about the gear who had broken away from the main contingent of hostile Gears. “Yes?” she asked with an irritated tone as the man lowered the antenna. His voice, the same as yesterday crackled into clarity. “A fortunate turn of events. It’s changed direction again. Headed towards you. Now’s your chance, it might be able to tell you something about That man. Take care of it Baiken… and get a damn phone already.” the voice said before the line went dead. She paled as a slow trickle of warm urine ran down her muscular leg. There was no putting it off any longer, she needed answers about That Man, it was just one gear; she’d fought them before… she could fight them again. Shutting her eyes she focused, steadying her breathing. Managing to stem the flow of urine dribbling down her leg she took a deep breath and quickly made her way from the town, leaving a small glittering puddle where her foot had been. Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword as she darted through the forest. She was going to find this gear and make it tell her about That Man. Cutting her way through some of the denser underbrush with efficient sword strokes. Baiken was growing closer, she could feel it. Something about the way the air seemed almost electric. Her wraps had nearly dried on her run. Something she could take pride in not having dribbled any further., only a faint dampness remained from her earlier lapses in control. Slowly she drew her sword, slowing her breathing as she waited. The faint rustle of leaves in the wind was the only noise audible. The minutes rolled on as she waited. Finally the silence broke. Branches snapped noisily underfoot from some distance away. Her pupil dilated, her heart rate quickened with a surge of adrenaline and her bladder trembled with nerves loosening another spurt of warm liquid that would soak into her wraps. The shuffling footsteps didn't sound like a normal gait. Instead they were uneven, almost as if it were stumbling, was it damaged? What she could hear filled her with an uneasy confidence. Her legs trembled with fear as the distant footsteps grew closer. Now that the reality of facing down a rogue gear was growing closer the occasional spurts and dribbles of urine had turned into a near steady stream. Translucent yellowed liquid continually trailed down her thighs dribbling into the grass underneath her sandals. Her bowels felt heavy and in a distant corner of her mind she could feel her anus quiver. It emerged from behind a tree, stumbling as it tripped over a root. Reaching out it steadied itself on a tree. It's form was lithe and delicate. The Gear spotted Baiken immediately, jerking it's head in the direction of the swordswoman. She swallowed dryly as its eyes fell on her. If one didn't know any better it could have been mistaken as just a beautiful young woman albeit in a strange state of dress. Tattered cloth barely covered her breasts and nethers and more than one seam was visible in the skin of her arms. It must have been a prototype or some defective Gear. Gear's like I-no and Sol were perfect specimens of magical origin. Her breathing had grown shallow in the tense moments of the stare down and while she'd managed to steady her sword-hand her quivering bladder had given up. A torrential downpour of urine flowed down her legs dampening her kimono in spots. Its eyes flashed red and it opened its mouth as if to speak. Baiken panicked, images of her village burning to the ground flashed through her head, her parents massacred, her friends destroyed. Her knees had bent slightly of her body's own accord and when she finally came to her senses she realized she was in the process of uncontrollably vacating her bowels. Baiken's stomach tensed as her muscles moved on their own. Had she another hand she would have desperately pressed it against her bottom in a last ditch effort to prevent the seemingly inevitable expulsion. A soft brown paste slowly piled into her urine soaked wraps. Under her kimono the tight cotton fabric began to stretch and sag accommodating the freshly released waste. The pink haired woman could feel it squishing between her muscular cheeks, coating her bottom with sticky mush as she continued to grunt and void herself. She had to move before it struck! Taking a decisive step forward before bursting into a sprint she could feel her body push the rest of the wet stool into her wrappings with a noisy wet splortch; feeling that muddy heaviness weighing down her underwear, jiggling with every movement. Closing the gap in mere seconds she found her strength and ran the Gear through with her sword cleanly impaling it through the midsection before it could react. Withdrawing her sword the still urinating Samurai sheathed it as she felt the last of her bladders contents finally run down her legs. Sparks jetted from the exist wound... that wasn't supposed to happen. Baiken shielded her eyes hopping back staring warily at the figure. Gears were more man than machine. The figure collapsed, twitching into a broken heap. Whatever this was it wasn't a Gear. "Oh dear oh dear." a voice suddenly called out. It was precisely then the woman realized that the rear of her Kimono had been tugged up exposing her bulging undergarments. Her eyes widened with surprise as she whirled around again. "Kyaah! Freak!" she shouted, immediately recognizing the voice of her doctor; the... less than traditional Dr. Faust. She blushed brightly upon realizing that he'd been looking up her Kimono to inspect the state of her underwear. "You!" she growled, clenching her sword. He seemed unbothered by the threatening stance taken by the dangerous woman as he scrawled something into a notebook. "Yes yes, that is concerning." he mused. "What... what is concerning!?" she asked waving her sword towards him. "Well..." he began, striking a pose and pausing for dramatic effect. "First I must attend to my robo Gear." the extremely tall and extremely eccentric man spoke; pointing towards the collapsed and still occasionally twitching 'woman'. Baiken huffed, sheathing her sword. As the good doctor walked with his odd elongated motions towards the downed construct she awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, tugging on the fabric of her soiled wraps. "There we are." he exclaimed pressing his wiry fingers into a few specific spots. In a comedic display of precision the automoton popped off the ground and folded itself into a rectangular shape landing into Faust's open and waiting briefcase. He opened his white coat and thrust the briefcase inside. Where it actually went Baiken had no idea. Not even the Post War Administration Bureau truly understood the breadth and source of Faust's occult mastery beyond his scientific and medical genius. "Now, as I was saying." he turned back to Baiken, speaking with an eloquence one wouldn't expect from a lunatic wearing a paper bag for a mask. "At first estimate it would appear you've regressed in terms of your involuntary control." he noted. As clinical as he attempted to be with his words it still brought a fiery blush to Baiken's cheeks. "and your unintentional defecation made you hesitate for roughly 4.7 seconds. If that had been a real Gear it could have taken advantage of your bowel movement and struck first; wounding you or worse..." he mused. "If you would please raise your kimono for me?" he requested. She glowered at him."Please, I must compare your release with your past averages. You do remember our little agreement right?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Of course I remember." she spat. Slowly she turned her back to him and begrudgingly gripped the sides of her Kimono carefully tugging it up until her ruined wraps came into view beneath the hem of her robe. She could feel his intense gaze probing her dirtied undergarments. "As I thought." he spoke to himself. "A release of 730 grams of feces. That's almost twenty more than your average." he estimated, sounding distressed. "Without regular potty training it seems your issues have been getting worse." Faust exclaimed. "Have you at least been following the exercises I showed you?" he asked, demonstrating the ridiculous crouching motions as he continued to barrage her with questions. "Have you had any change in diet? Reduced your alcohol intake like I recommended? Have you been sleeping well? How is your general fluid intake? Oh and my I see your voiding diary?" he asked. She let the hem of her Kimono fall, once again concealing her shameful accident from sight. If only it would conceal the foul smell hanging around her, making it quite obvious she'd had a very messy accident in her pants. Tugging the small book off her hip Baiken thrust the private journal towards him. "No, no, no, no and poor." she said with a grumble, answering his questions. He wilted somewhat at her petulant response "As your physician I promised to help you with your issues that you came to me for assistance with. I can only do so much and forgive me for being blunt but if you ever want to stop pooping your pants like a child you'll take my advice seriously!" he reprimanded her. "You showed some promise during your first potty training classes. I'll admit you had some setbacks... but..." he trailed off. Baiken flinched, taking a long swig of rice wine from the gourd she kept strapped over her shoulder. "I apologize for the deception and roping Anji into all this but it was the only way to properly gauge your progress without putting you in any real danger." he resumed. I think it is clear that you are not ready to be out of diapers." he said, flicking through her voiding diary, scanning the pages with incredible speed. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I have helped many other patients in similar situations achieve more manageable levels on continence." he said. "and I believe we had a wager did we not? You were insistent you could improve on your own and I gave you the opportunity to prove yourself but it seems your continence has only worsened." he explained as he rummaged around in his coat once more and pulled out an extremely thick diaper. The color drained from her cheeks as she saw what awaited her. The pink designs that adorned the white plastic shell brought an embarrassed scowl to her face. Faust noticed her expression and frowned. "Is it not to your liking? I thought it would match your hair." he said innocently. "and the Colossus is the only protective incontinence garment rated to keep your bedding dry. Since you're such a heavy daytime wetter it would simplify things to wear the same garment day and night." he said methodically. "I... I'm not wearing that. It looks ridiculous!" Baiken said. "It's for children it's... give me another chance. I'll prove myself. I can... I don't want to wear that." she nearly pleaded, her eyes watering with shame. "One more chance?" he asked with a nonplussed sigh. He'd known she was stubborn but to be this stubborn!? "Fine." he said quickly. Wasting no time at all he waved his hands around in the air in front of Baiken who watched in confusion. Every few moments he would poke her muscular stomach. She had learned a long time ago not to question what he was doing unless she wanted a long confusing lecture about matters that she didn't understand. He finished shortly after he'd begun and after one final poke he cleared his throat. "You'll feel the effects momentarily. Hold it for five minutes and I'll..." he began before be was interrupted by a distressed cry of surprise from the vengeful woman. "Ayiiiiii what did... you do!?" she grimaced in discomfort, holding her stomach with her hand. "Like I was saying..." he tried to continue before Baiken groaned loudly and squatted, spreading her thighs wide parting her kimono as a cacophony of unladylike noises erupted from her backside. All of a sudden she'd had to go again. That was his idea of another chance? "I... nnng I'm... ahhh I'm shitting." she grunted crassly as she defecated in her already full wraps. Any pretense of control had long since past. A fresh wetness blossomed on the crotch of her wraps and a powerful stream flowed through the simple cotton undergarment. The pale yellow arc of liquid splattered noisily against the forest floor as the wet stain on her groin began to encompass the entirety of her wrappings. The sudden relief was overwhelming, almost orgasmic. Her grunts and groans nearly turned into moans as fresh waste was pushed into her fully soiled wraps. Faust watched in surprise as she lost control immediately. Mayhaps he had overdone things... just a bit... "nnng m...make it stop..." she groaned, clenching her eye shut. Owing to the tightness of her wraps some of her waste had started to spill out over the top smearing her lower back and the inside of her kimono. "I'll wear it... I'll wear it..." she groaned, gasping before giving one final grunt pushing out a firm log that clearly distended her wraps beyond the lumpy bulge. Panting for breath it was finally over. "I.. thought you would be able to hold it until you were at least able to undo your underwear. It was not my intent to make you soil yourself" Faust said apologetically, holding his hands out for emphasis. "Please allow me to assist you." he said, dutifully moving towards her. "I can do it myself." she growled, slowly, carefully starting to stand. Despite how careful her movements were the mess in her wraps made a wet squelching noise as she stood, forcing some of it down her thigh. "With one arm you'll have difficultly applying the diaper properly, not to mention cleaning yourself up." he said, continuing to move towards her. "Fine." she grumbled. Undoing the tie around her waist she let her kimono fall open carefully removing it to avoid further soiling the expensive outfit. Hanging it over a nearby branch she folded her arms over her chest standing in nothing but her filthy wraps. "Go on then." she commanded, blushing brightly. Faust was already humming merrily to himself, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves having retrieved cleaning supplies from who knows where. It was a time consuming process and while she would never admit it she was glad she didn't have to clean the shit off her backside. He was surprisingly gentle with his touch and working in such close proximity to her womanhood was enough to inspire a blush in her cheeks for a different reason. On more than one occasion did she have to stifle the urge to moan as he tended to her. Finally it was done, she was clean and her destroyed wraps disposed of. "All done." he said proudly, removing the gloves. "Oh, but I would recommend shaving." he commented clinically, pointing to the pink pubic hair that adorned her groin. "Purely for sanitary reasons." he said before laying his jacket on the forest floor. "If you would lie down Ms. Baiken. I will show you how to fasten a diaper." he said gesturing for her to lay down. "Fine." she grunted towards him, maintaining her standoffish attitude. She lowered herself onto the makeshift mat as instructed. Retrieving the thickly padded diaper he'd set aside he began unfolding it showing her the difference between the front and the back, how to apply the tapes and how to ensure a snug fit; after all what would be the point of wearing protection just to have it leak? "Go ahead and lift your hips please." he asked. Baiken having accepted what was coming followed his instructions allowing him to slide the fresh garment under her. She sat back down with a faint rustle from the plastic. "I'll let you do the rest." he offered, allowing her some modicum of pride. It proved to be much more difficult than anticipated. With one hand she couldn't quite pull it tight enough and then apply the tape. After struggling with multiple attempts she finally asked for help. "Doctor... I can't..." she admitted quietly, averting her gaze in angry frustration. To think that something so simple could elude her grasp. "I'm sure you can... it's just practice." he said without a care in the world before proceeding to tape the thick garment tightly around her toned hips. "and there we are." he said proudly. Pulling herself to her feet the noisy crinkling was immediately audible. and brought a blush to her cheeks. "Everyone will hear it!" she protested, taking her kimono from the branch where it hung. "Nonsense, it's not that loud." he lied to assuage her pride. "It's so thick! I can hardly close my legs." she continued with her observations, glancing over her shoulder down at her padded butt. "You will get accustomed to it but hopefully with enough progress we can switch to something thinner." he incentivized her. She shot him an angry look as she tugged on her kimono concealing her childish diaper. Baiken inspected herself from each angle making sure it wasn't visible. "You can't even tell." Faust reassured her. She looked at him skeptically before finally accepting his words. It was for the best... no more wet sheets at night, no more sodden thighs and stains on her kimono. "Now if you'll follow me. I've enrolled you in remedial potty training. It's starting tomorrow." he said, grabbing her by the wrist leading her off with a surprised yelp before she could even get in a word of protest. Already the pink pictures that adorned her diaper had started to fade. The doctor decidedly had his work cut out for him.
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