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  1. Captain L

    female May Showers

    "I'm sorry, Johnny..."

    © Newborn T

  2. (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!
  3. 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.
  4. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    It took me all night and the morning to finish this character. Wasn't even planning on drawing him, but after an hour of searching the internet for images, fanart and screenshots of the dog, I began to notice something...There are no images of this character anywhere! Why no love for this character? He's the awesome stage 3 boss from Guilty Gear: Judgement. You fight him twice, the 2nd round, he combusts and burns like a phoenix, and he has a cool metal battle theme. Well, as its my job to draw the underrated, I guess its up to me to introduce you to the world....ABDL style.
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