The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 14: White Daisies

The pacifier bobbed between my lips as we moved through the corridors, heading toward the chapel. My cheeks burned brightly in shame, but my new husband had instructed my attendants that I was to remain pacified. Thankfully, I was also wearing a mask of sorts, a long piece of cloth draped between my ears, covering my nose and mouth. The dress I wore was made of soft cotton in a pastel yellow color. It had a fitted bodice with a delicate scalloped neckline trimmed in white lace. Short, puffed sleeves and a cinched waist with a wide, satin ribbon in a pale lavender hue tied into a big, floppy bow at the back. The skirt flared out from my waist, the hemline embroidered with tiny daisies.

I felt like an utter fool dressed as I was, especially with the pacifier and the thick diaper between my legs. I couldn’t help but feel as if my gowns were getting more and more infantile. Thankfully, we arrived at the chapel shortly, and I was greeted by Dorian, who smiled warmly as I entered. He stepped up to me, embracing me, “there’s my sweet little girl.” he said.

I glowered at him, clearly unamused. He leaned in, pulling my mask up and planting a kiss on top of my pacifier, making me blush as he pulled back, a grin on his face. “You are beautiful this morning, my love.”

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to goad me on or if he was being genuine; it was difficult to tell. “Thanks,” I mumbled around the pacifier as best as I could. 

Dorian took my hand, pulling me to the side of the room where padded mats had been set up. Several other nobles were already there, sitting and waiting, and the priest was preparing a sermon. Dorian sat and, to my surprise, pulled me into his lap, sitting me there like a little girl. I blushed deeply, especially as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in close, his chin just resting on my head. I couldn’t tell if the other nobles thought it odd he did this or not; I was too ashamed to look their way.

Father Aelindor took to the altar, beginning to preach a short sermon that invoked the powers of the wind. I listened with half an ear, too focused on my concerns to notice the shift in winds encircling us as he preached. As I sat there, I realized I had never been offered the chance to relieve myself this morning, and my tummy churned ominously. I squirmed, feeling my cheeks blush at the realization, Dorian’s arm around me tightening. “Relax, baby, we’ll be done soon,” he whispered in my ear.

I groaned, trying to sit still but fidgeting, fighting the cramps. I hated being forced to use diapers, especially for this, but I especially did not want to do it while sitting in my husband's lap and surrounded by nobles. I prayed the priest would hurry along, but it was a losing battle. Eventually, the cramps were too much, and with a soft grunt, I felt my diaper begin to swell, my hips lifting off Dorian’s lap, just hair in a vain attempt to hide what was happening. Perhaps it worked, perhaps not; Dorian didn’t say a thing as I pooped myself, my cheeks burning with shame.

It went on for what felt like ever, my entire body crimson with shame as I messed my diaper in the middle of a sermon like a little girl. Eventually, it stopped, my rear caked in the mess as I sat there awkwardly, unsure what to do. Dorian apparently had noticed. He leaned in and whispered, “Such a good girl.” he said before pulling me back and into his lap, “I’m proud of you; I know that wasn’t easy.”

I groaned, cringing as he did so, the mess squishing about my diaper, forcing itself up my rear and between my legs. I was mortified, and I found myself hiding my face, unable to contain my shame. The sermon ended, and Dorian stood, cradling me in his arms, making me yelp in surprise as my arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him. “Onward, my lady!” he exclaimed pleasantly, carrying me from the chapel.

I caught a chuckle from one of the nobles as we left, as well as the word “Newlyweds.”

“What are you doing?” I demanded, the pacifier falling from my lips.

Dorian grinned, “Sorry, caught up in the excitement.” he said, setting me down and turning to Morris, “Morris.”

She stepped forward and bowed, “Yes, your grace?” 

“My wife needs some alone time after the sermon. Would you take her back and give her some time to play while I attend my meetings? Add another diaper before meeting us in the queen’s chambers this afternoon.” Dorian ordered, standing.

“Yes, your grace,” Morris said, bowing her head as Dorian left.

Morris gingerly took my hand, pulling me along, “Come, your grace, we need to return to your chambers.” she said, offering me a look of sympathy.

Dorian's safety was out of earshot range, and she leaned in, “How are you enjoying your time, your grace?”

I shrugged sheepishly as I was led back to our bed chambers, too embarrassed to answer.

Morris guided me to sit on the floor. I winced as my messy rear made contact, my mess squishing as well as she forced a doll into my hands. “Play,” she ordered.

I blinked in surprise, needing both hands to hold the doll with the gloves on. I glanced up at her, cocking an eyebrow. She nodded toward the doll, “Play, your grace, don’t force us.” she said, and I swear I saw a look of pleading in her eyes.

I felt a pang of fear; what was going on that I wasn’t aware of? I begrudgingly tried to play, as best as I could, with the doll; Morris’s relief was immediate and obvious as she relaxed. “There we go, much better.” she said, a bit louder than was necessary, “such a good girl, playing with your dolls; isn’t this better than having to pretend to be a big girl?” she asked.

I gave her a curious look; what on Earth was going on that I wasn’t aware of? She made a motion, cupping her ear and pointing to the wall, rolling her eyes. The motion was clear; someone was listening. My eyes widened, and she held a finger to her lips, motioning to the doll, “Isn’t this so much fun?” she asked.

With the pacifier replaced, I was relieved of having to reply to these belittling comments, possibly the only reprieve I had at the moment. I begrudgingly played with the doll, as best as I could, as thoughts swirled in my head. Why was this happening? What had changed? Sure, Dorian had been treating me odd ever since I arrived, but things had taken a turn, and I was not a fan.

Elara cracked the door to the chamber and stepped out for a moment, returning shortly. “They are gone.” She reported.

Morris sat up, visibly relaxing. “I'm sorry, your grace.” She said, “It's important we keep up appearances.” Her fingers brushed the mask aside, grimacing as she saw the pacifier. “Just keep that in; it’s an excuse not to talk. The king has been listening to make sure you are on track for your training.”

I gave her a nervous look, mumbling something incoherently with the pacifier stuck in my mouth. Morris offered me a small smile, “You remind me a lot of the queen when she first came to the kingdom. Oh, how I miss the innocence of those days.” 

I felt a shiver at her words; Elara retreated to the door once more, keeping a watch. It wasn’t long before she shut the door, retreating to us in the center of the room, “they are coming back.” she whispered, kneeling beside me.

Morris nodded, grimacing, as both girls began to play with me, filling the small room with the sounds of caregivers entertaining a young child. This continued for the better part of an hour or two; it was nearly impossible for me to keep track of time like this. I allowed my thoughts to wander, my bladder making itself known, and with a sigh, I let it soak into the padding between my legs. Morris seemed to take note, although I have no idea how she knew, commenting and praising me for going potty in my diaper.

I blushed madly, and she offered me a sheepish shrug in apology, glancing towards the wall where our eavesdroppers must have been located. After what felt like a lifetime, Morris announced that it was time for us to get ready to meet the Queen. She scooted forward, “Alright, your grace, let’s get you dressed!” she said in a sweet tone, helping me to lie on my back.

I had nearly forgotten about Dorian’s order regarding my undergarments, and I blushed madly as my soiled diaper came into view. Morris paid it no mind, guiding my hips and swiftly adding yet another diaper beneath me. She gave me a sheepish look, and I felt her doing something to the first diaper around my hips. I glanced to see her poking holes in it. She must have seen the confused look on my face as she finished and pulled the fresh diaper up between my legs, pinning it on, “It’s so that diaper will drain into this one, your grace.” she explained.

I sighed, blushing but nodding as this new diaper was pinned into place. That was complete; my dress was pulled back into place, my mask fitted properly, and I was helped to my feet. The added bulk immediately made itself known as I tried to walk, my face burning in shame as I realized how I needed to waddle to accommodate the extra diaper. Morris took my hand, steadying me, as we started towards the door.

“Let’s get going, your grace.” she said, her voice raised enough for others to hear, “We’ve got a date in the Queen’s room.”

It struck me as odd that Morris specified it to be the ‘Queen’s’ room, not the king and queen. Was it a room devoted to the queen herself? Or was I being taken to their bed chamber? Perhaps it was a private study. Then again, knowing how women were treated, I knew the likelihood of the queen having a study was slim to none; so, what was I walking into?

End of Chapter 14

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The morning after the protest dawned calm and quiet, a stark contrast to the surge of energy and tension that had filled the campus the previous day. Eve sat in her dorm room, still a little stunned by the waves of support and attention their movement had received. It felt surreal; their group had started with a few close friends, and now they’d sparked a campus-wide discussion about rights, respect, and acceptance.

As she scrolled through her phone, Eve’s notifications continued to buzz with messages of encouragement, comments, and support from people all across campus. The petition had passed a thousand signatures within hours of the protest, and students—both ABDL and non-ABDL alike—were standing behind their call for fair treatment.

However, not everyone was supportive.

Just as Eve was starting to feel hopeful, she received a message from Claire: a link to a counter-petition had started circulating. With a sinking feeling, Eve clicked on it.

The counter-petition was titled "Protect Our Campus Values", and it claimed that the ABDL students were “engaging in sinful and inappropriate behaviors.” Worse, the petition included what appeared to be videos and images of ABDL students wearing diapers in extreme and exaggerated ways. The videos, generated with AI, showed fake scenes of them openly using diapers in ways that it shouldn't be used.

It was hard for Eve to look at. The videos painted a humiliating, false picture, and she could already imagine the backlash they might stir up if people actually believed they were real.

Sam messaged the group chat almost immediately after seeing the petition:
"These are fake. Obviously. But it still hurts that someone would go to this level."

Messages flooded in as everyone in their group expressed the same frustration.

Eve sighed, heart pounding. She hoped that their peers would see through the fake media, but it was impossible to ignore the hateful comments piling up on the counter-petition. It was infuriating—and sad—that people were willing to go this far to smear their group.

That afternoon, Eve made her way across campus to the Office of Student Affairs. She felt her nerves creeping in as she walked through the familiar buildings, catching glimpses of students in groups, some of whom shot her supportive smiles, while others just stared. The campus had transformed over the past few days, and Eve could sense the tension in the air.

When she arrived, she was greeted by Dean Miller, a middle-aged woman with a calm but serious expression. Eve took a seat across from her, feeling the weight of the moment.

“Eve, thank you for coming,” Dean Miller began, folding her hands on the desk. “I wanted to address the petition you and your group have put forward. We understand that you feel your current accommodations are inadequate.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Eve replied, steadying her voice. “The bathrooms and dining options in our dorm are limited. It’s creating a lot of frustration for us, and we just want to be treated fairly—like any other students.”

Dean Miller nodded. “We’re open to discussing some adjustments. However, we’re also aware of the counter-petition that’s been circulating. The images and videos it contains have raised concerns among other students and parents.”

Eve took a deep breath, determined to hold her ground. “Those images and videos are AI-generated. They’re not real. Someone created them to try and smear us and derail our efforts. I think it’s clear that this counter-petition isn’t about genuine concerns; it’s a way to invalidate our petition.”

The dean paused, assessing Eve’s words. “I see. Our team has begun looking into this, and if the evidence does prove that these materials were fabricated, we’ll ensure they’re removed from circulation and address those responsible. We don’t condone harassment or misinformation.”

Relief flooded Eve’s mind. “Thank you,” she said, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. “We just want people to see us for who we are, not as the caricature someone else is trying to paint.”

Dean Miller nodded, a hint of sympathy in her gaze. “We’ll review your petition carefully, and I’ll personally ensure our decision is fair and unbiased. We aim to foster a respectful and inclusive environment for all students.”

They spoke a bit longer about specific changes the administration might be able to implement: potentially upgrading dining facilities in the dorm, installing more bathrooms, and even restoring ABDL students’ access to the main library.

When the meeting ended, Eve shook the dean’s hand and thanked her. She left the office feeling both hopeful and exhausted, aware of the battle still ahead but encouraged by the progress they had made.

When Eve returned to the dorm that evening, her friends were waiting for her, their faces tense with anticipation.

“How’d it go?” Claire asked, her eyes wide with concern.

Eve smiled, sharing everything Dean Miller had told her about investigating the counter-petition and the administration’s willingness to make changes.

“They’re actually going to look into improving things for us,” Eve said, watching as her friends’ faces lit up. “It won’t be overnight, but they’re taking us seriously.”

Sam punched the air triumphantly. “I knew it! We’re making progress!”

Eve looked around at her friends, feeling a renewed sense of unity and determination. Together, they had faced scrutiny, mockery, and false accusations, but they had also stood up for themselves, proud and unafraid. And they weren’t finished yet. They still had their roadmap, and with each step, they were moving closer to a campus where they could all feel comfortable, accepted, and valued for who they were.

The next morning, Eve was awakened by a low rumbling sound outside her window. Still groggy, she stretched and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She leaned over to look out, and there, just past the courtyard, a line of trucks had pulled up, loaded with various equipment and supplies.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Some trucks were unloading bathroom fixtures—sinks, toilets, even new stalls. Other workers were unloading boxes of crockery, silverware, and trays, presumably for their cafeteria. The trucks had arrived sooner than she’d expected. After weeks of pushing, the administration was following through.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Claire popped her head in, already dressed. “Did you see the trucks? Looks like they’re finally giving us what we asked for!”

Eve grinned. “I can’t believe it. I thought it’d be another round of emails before anything happened.”

“Well, let’s go check it out!” Claire grabbed Eve’s hand and dragged her to the common area, where the rest of their group was already gathered, watching the trucks and workers outside with excitement.

As they watched, Eve’s phone buzzed. She glanced down to see a new campus-wide email notification. Opening it, she read aloud:

Subject: Updated Access and Facility Improvements

Dear Students,

We are pleased to inform you that upgrades are underway for the facilities in the designated residence halls. Additional restroom facilities, dining upgrades, and other amenities will be installed over the coming days to ensure a comfortable living and learning environment for all students.

Additionally, effective immediately, students will have renewed access to all campus library facilities. Please note that this access is granted under the university’s Code of Conduct, which includes respect for others and proper use of resources.

Lastly, in light of recent events, the university has identified and removed AI-generated media that was circulated with the intent to harass and spread misinformation. Our administration has zero tolerance for malicious or defamatory actions. The individuals responsible have been reported and will face disciplinary action.

Thank you for your patience and cooperation as we work toward a respectful and inclusive community.

Sincerely, University Administration

The group exchanged relieved smiles. The administration had addressed nearly all their requests: better facilities, library access, and an official condemnation of the counter-petition’s harmful tactics.

“It’s finally happening,” Sam murmured, leaning back on the couch with a contented smile. “All that effort—and now, real changes.”

“It’s kind of surreal,” Eve admitted, her voice filled with wonder. “Seeing those trucks out there… it’s proof they took us seriously.”

“And the library!” Claire chimed in, grinning. “We can finally study there without feeling like we’re being cast aside.”

Sam laughed. “Not to mention, we won’t have to keep rationing bathroom trips anymore,” he added, which made everyone chuckle in agreement. The lack of restrooms in their dorm had been one of the biggest daily annoyances, and knowing they’d soon have proper facilities felt like a huge weight off their shoulders.

As they settled in, Eve couldn’t help but bring up the counter-petition again, grateful it had been addressed. “I still can’t believe someone would go to such lengths to fake those videos. It was… shocking, honestly.”

Claire nodded. “And pretty hurtful. Whoever started that must’ve known the videos were fake, but they did it anyway. They wanted to make us look bad. We would never do that, I barely mess my diaper as is.”

“At least people saw through it,” Sam added. “Most of the comments on their petition were calling it out for being ridiculous. I think we’ve got way more support than I ever imagined.”

Eve nodded, feeling a renewed sense of pride in their group. “The fact that students and the administration stood with us—it means a lot. It’s like the campus is finally seeing us for who we are, not just how they imagined us.”

For the rest of the morning, the group watched as workers continued unloading supplies and setting up the improved facilities. It felt like the dawn of a new era, one where they could feel more accepted, respected, and, above all, like they belonged on campus just as much as any other student.

Tags: chastity, diaper, pee, gags, pacifier, segufix, estim

In the familiarity of our everyday life, I was minding my own business when Ann walked through the door. A smirk formed on her lips as she caught a glimpse of the bulge in my pants - a result of me wearing a too obvious chastity cage and a diaper. She knew exactly what that meant and wasted no time before diving into her dominating persona.

With swift moves, Ann placed a large metal frame on the floor, setting the stage for our play session to begin. Her eyes gleaming with excitement, she retrieved some Segufix from a nearby drawer - a white and soft medical restraint with magnetic locks capable of securing my waist, feet, and hands in place. This stuff was inescapable! I slowly began to realize I was in for a treat and that this Session would last longer than usual.

Very quickly, I found myself spread-eagle on the floor, my movements limited by the unyielding straps that bound me to the metal frame. Ann's expertise with bondage was evident, as she effortlessly restrained me, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and aching for her touch.

With the Segufix in place, Ann decided to add an extra layer of restriction by attaching pink mittens to my hands. These mittens not only provided a playful contrast to the otherwise serious situation but also ensured that my fingers remained occupied, unable to interfere with our plans for the evening.

Finally, Ann applied a pacifier gag to my mouth - a silicone nipple that would both muffle any sounds of protest and serve as a reminder of my position as her submissive little. With the snap of the buckle securing the gag in place, I could feel her dominance reverberating through me.

As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, Ann's eyes swept over my restrained form with satisfaction. Her voice low and commanding, she spoke: "You look absolutely adorable in these mittens and diaper."

In her dominant state, Ann took great pleasure in teasing me further by playing with my nipples. Her skilled fingers toyed with the sensitive skin, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain that left my cock pulsating against the confines of its chastity cage. She knew well that the more she heightened my arousal, the more it would hurt.

As if reading my mind, Ann removed her top, revealing her cute breasts and dangling them just out of reach in front of my face. The pacifier gag prevented me from taking advantage of this tantalizing display, leaving me with nothing but a longing gaze as she taunted me with what I could not have.

"You can't have these," she teased, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Not until I give you permission." With that, Ann leaned forward to run her nipples across my cheek, the cold hardness of the metal cage a painful reminder of my confinement.

My heart pounded in my chest as we continued our play, Ann's domination only serving to heighten my arousal and submission. The evening had just begun, and I knew that there were many more challenges and rewards awaiting us both.

As Ann left the room to retrieve more toys from our bedroom, I found myself growing increasingly excited at the prospect of what was to come. In her absence, I could only imagine the items she was selecting: a cane, electro nipple clamps, some clover clamps, a vibrator, and a latex breathplay hood were among the things I could see.

She wasted no time in putting her plan into action. First, she attached electro-nipple clamps to my sensitive nipples, turning on the TENS device. Slow pulses of current started to massage my breasts. Satisfied with her work, she removed the pacifier gag and replaced it with a latex breathplay hood.

The hood fit snugly over my head, allowing for enough airflow but trapping carbon dioxide within its confines. As I breathed in and out, the buildup of CO2 intensified my arousal and heightened the sensations coursing through my body.

Ann's fingers continued to roam over my skin, occasionally pressing the vibrator against the chastity cage, sending waves of pleasure through me that left me squirming in my restraints. The evening had truly begun, and I knew that we were just scratching the surface of our erotic journey together.

With each passing moment, Ann's dominance continued to permeate the air around us, and her voice took on an even more commanding tone as she issued me a challenge. She moved to straddle my face temporarily, blocking the airhole in my hood while teasingly upping the voltage on the electro-nipple clamps.

"You seem to be getting too much air still," she taunted. "Perhaps you need an extra incentive to keep things interesting." With that, she posed a proposal: in the next five minutes, She would press the vibrator against my diaper. "Let's see If you are able to cum while wearing your little cage!". If I were successful, I would be rewarded with release from the restraints and a changed into a cute pink romper. However, if I failed to achieve an orgasm during that time, we would have to wait until my diaper was sufficiently wet.

The stakes were high, but so too was the excitement that coursed through me as I accepted the challenge. Ann adjusted the hood, ensuring that the airflow was just enough to sustain me but not enough to hinder her plans. The countdown began, and we both knew that the next few minutes would determine my fate for the night.

As time ticked away, I struggled with my restraints, my mind a blur of pleasure, pain, and anticipation. Every touch from Ann, every jolt from the clamps, and every brush against my sensitive skin added another layer to my desire, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. But still, the elusive orgasm remained just out of reach.

The final seconds ticked by, and with a heavy heart, I realized that I had failed to achieve what Ann had challenged me to do. In response, she adjusted the clamps once more, increasing their intensity as punishment for my inability to comply.

"It seems you didn't quite make it," she said, her voice laced with both satisfaction and disappointment. "We'll have to wait until your diaper is a bit wetter, then." With that, Ann removed the nipple clamps and the hood from my head and allowed me to catch my breath while I processed our new situation.

As I came to terms with my failure, Ann offered me a small reprieve in the form of four baby bottles filled with tea, hoping that the liquid would stimulate my bladder and eventually lead to a wet diaper - the only way we could continue our play session for now.

Ann sat down next to my head, slowly placing her hand under my head and lifting it up. "Here, maybe these will help you", she said as she started to feed me the bottles.

I sipped at the teas, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it trickled down my throat and into my stomach. The wait was long and torturous, as I lay there restrained in my spread-eagle position, desperate to fulfill Ann's requirements.

Finally, after 45 minutes of waiting, I felt the familiar urge to urinate. However, the spread-eagle position made it difficult for me to relax and allow nature to take its course. I struggled for another ten minutes before finally letting out a stream of warm urine into my diaper, satisfying Ann's demand.

As I finished emptying my bladder, Ann approached with a self-assured smile. She then pressed down on my diaper, confidently stating it could still accommodate more fluid. With that, she stepped away momentarily and returned, this time with a funnel connected to a hose.

She positioned the hose into my diaper and commenced to urinate into it, her warm stream filling not just the diaper but also my heart with a mixture of humiliation and discomfort as I realized her pee was flowing over my restrained penis, making the diaper even more bulging and wet. After completing this task, she took a brief break before bending down to remove the pacifier gag and replace it with a ring gag.

With the new gag in place, she positioned the funnel hose into my mouth and instructed me to drink her liquid without spilling a single drop. The threat of a spanking, an undesirable punishment, added further tension and concentration to the situation.

As Ann peed into the hose with focused intensity, I watched, almost hypnotized, as her urine flowed steadily through the tube and right onto my awaiting tongue. The warm, tangy liquid hit my taste buds, and I struggled to swallow it without making a mess. She took great pleasure in this humiliation, dripping the liquid slowly but consistently, allowing me to drink just enough before more would trickle down my throat. This continued until her bladder was empty and every last drop had been consumed by me.

I had managed to maintain control over the liquid, earning Ann's approval as she removed the funnel from my mouth. With a satisfied grin, she resumed her position on my face, this time with a different purpose in mind. Instead of punishment, she desired pleasure - I was to lick her clean.

As my tongue danced across her most sensitive spots, I could feel the warmth of her body and the sweet musk of arousal emanating from her core. Her sighs and moans encouraged me to delve deeper into my explorations, teasing her clit with just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure cascading throughout her being.

Ann's fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me as she rode my tongue through the ring gag.

After she was sufficiently cleaned, Ann removed the ring gag and offered her breasts to me - a tender gesture I was all too eager to accept. As I sucked on them, I could still feel my erection pressing against its cage, but it seemed less significant now that our interaction had shifted from dominance to connection.

Once she'd had enough, she positioned herself on my face again and said, "Now that I've emptied my bladder, it's time to let this copious amount of pee seep into your diaper completely. Since I did a whole lot of work all evening I think it is time for me to have some fun!". Shortly after saying that I could feel my nipples being pulled again. Ann was putting on new clamps that would tighten by an attached chain that she then used to steer my tongue. "These are not coming you off until you managed to make me cum, and neither am I!", she said looking down on me.

As Ann continued to grind her body against my face, her desire intensified, causing her to moan deeply with each movement. The clamps on my nipples made my breasts jiggle with every tug of the chain, heightening the sensory experience for both her and me. I could feel her hips rocking faster and harder, the dampness from her arousal seeping through her panties, leaving a trail on my cheeks.

In that moment, as she neared the edge, her breathing became more erratic, her movements uncontrollably swift. The tension in her body grew taut like a bowstring, and her moans reached a feverish pitch. Her thighs began to quiver, and her hips bucked one final time before releasing an intense orgasmic shudder throughout her entire being.

The sensation of her release flooded over me, causing my tongue to pulse and twitch as if it were attempting to mimic her ecstasy. I could only imagine the flood of pleasure she was experiencing, her muscles clenching and unclenching in waves. The chain attached to the nipple clamps vibrated with each spasm, adding a unique layer of stimulation to our erotic dance.

As Ann's orgasm subsided, she placed the latex breathing hood over my head, sealing my senses other than taste and touch. The smell of the new rubber filled the air, enhancing the sensory deprivation once again.

As she stood over me, she reached for the vibrator, its hum filling the room as she powered it on. Holding it just at the correct spot, she teased me with gentle pulses that sent shivers down my spine and made me yearn for release. The combination of the hood, chastity cage, diaper, and vibrator left me completely at her mercy, longing for any form of relief.

This time, however, something changed. The buildup of pleasure and tension was different, and before long, I found myself experiencing an orgasm within the confines of my cage - a feat that had eluded me earlier in the evening.

As my orgasm was over, Ann gently removed the vibrator, its hum fading away. She then pulled off my wet diaper, filled to the brim with our combined efforts. With tenderness, she cleaned both me and my cage, making sure every trace of our encounter was gone.

Next, she dressed me in a fresh diaper, taking care to secure it tightly around my waist. Then, she continued to undo each restraint and mitten with a careful touch, as if I were a delicate treasure. She then adorned me in a cute abdl romper with sewn on mittens and a lockable zipper in the back. "No taking off your diaper yourself this time, little one," she said with a gentle smile.

Together, we cuddled on the couch, watching a kids' show on TV, our bodies still tingling from the night's events. Soon enough, we both fell asleep, exhausted by our intense and passionate playtime.

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 13: A King's Interest

Content warning: the following text includes sexual intercourse; reader discretion is advised.

Despite my apprehension, I found myself melting into Dorian’s embrace, our lips locking for a blissful moment. Our foreheads came together, my breath deep, my chest fluttering as she smiled, inches away, “My princess.” He said. 

I returned the grin, “My prince.” I said, leaning in and planting another kiss on his delicate lips. 

My hand found its way to his muscled chest, feeling his heart thudding beneath my quivering hand. He kissed me more deeply, his arm encircling me, his arm rubbing my back, pulling me in close as we kissed. His hand brushed the crinkly plastic of the diaper encompassing my rear, and I felt a moment of panic, pulling back, afraid he would reject me now. 

In his eyes, I only saw lust, a powerful, unquenchable hunger as he pulled me back in, his hand grabbing my ass, pulling me up and in. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could hear my pulse as it rose. Endorphins were flooding my veins as we made out. 

I arched my back, pressing my bum more firmly into his hand as he laid back, pulling me on top of him, my diapered rear now sitting squarely on his erect member. I found myself quivering with delight and excitement. Not only did Dorian say he liked me as I was, but his body seemed to indicate it as well. I felt myself melting into him, my body laying on him as his hand explored my ass, feeling me through the squishy diaper. 

I still felt apprehension, a worry plaguing the back of my mind that he would throw me away, especially as he found that my diaper was wet, his hand between my legs. If anything, I felt his hunger increase, his hand feeling the sodden material, groping me, squeezing, making me moan as the diaper pressed into my sex. 

My hands trailed down his muscled chest; I felt so small and little in his grasp, his free feeling my chest, my erect nipples singing in bliss as he felt them. I moaned more deeply, his hand now rubbing me through my diaper, his finger playing with my nipples as he kissed. 

I felt him cock my head to the side, his lips kissing my cheek, my chin, and then my neck, his teeth subtly leaving their mark as I gasped; the searing contrast of his pleasure and biting sent ecstasy coursing through my veins. I was in utter bliss; the thin fabric of the dress was easy for him to pull out of the way as I felt his mouth around my nipple, his teeth rolling it gently, my moans filling the room as he gently bit down.

My vision hazed, I could feel his eyes always on my face, watching me, studying me, playing my body like a fiddle. With a move he surely has to practice, I felt him shift my weight, and suddenly I was laying on my back, Dorian pinning me to the bed, his lips back on mine, his erect member pressing deeply into the soggy diaper, rubbing me. I moaned, my legs apart, my hips arching to meet his, his hand holding my face, his thumb curling and pressing into my mouth. 

I sucked his thumb, his lips turning up in a smile as he leaned in, “such a good girl. My perfect princess.” He said, drawing his fingers down my body, racking nails across exposed flesh, my back arching in utter bliss. I felt a subtle tug, and then my diaper was pulled open, and suddenly, I was lying there beneath my husband, basically naked, exposed. 

He didn't give me a chance to feel shame as he climbed back on top of me, his cock between my legs, now only separated by the thin layer of fabric of his underwear. He leaned in close, “Are you ready, my princess?” He asked with a grin. 

I bit my lip nervously. I hadn't experienced anything like this before, but my body was so full of hormones I would have agreed to anything at that point. I nodded, my cheeks blushing, “Yes, my prince.” I moaned softly. 

Dorian smiled, his fingers running from my chest across my tummy, pinching the insides of my thighs before caressing my sex. Unlike before with diaper changes, this was far more intimate, his fingers running playfully across before splitting them, his finger running the inside. I moaned softly, his head between my legs before I knew it; suddenly, I felt his tongue there. 

I gasped in surprise, my back arching in utter bliss, his tongue flicking at my clit before plunging deeply into my moist sex. I had had the feeling explained, and yet, nothing could have prepared me for the utter bliss that filled my body. His tongue was like utter magic, swirling and arching in just the right ways, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I hadn't even realized he had stopped until his lips suddenly met mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

A new flavor met my tongue, one that must have been my love juices, his now naked cock pressing into my sex. I moaned as he made out, his hand reaching down and guiding his cock into me. 

As he did, he pressed his lips firmly against mine, muffling my screams of ecstasy as he gently but firmly filled me with his cock. I could feel a subtly stretching to accommodate his girth, but overcome with bliss, the pain felt like an electric current. His member curved gently up towards my tummy, hitting my g-spot and making me scream in bliss, his lips barely muffling me as he began pumping slowly, in and out. 

I felt a sudden, orgasmic bliss coursing through me, my entire body shuttering as my sex clenched around him, his lips upon my neck, biting, a deep, guttural moan stuck in my throat as I found myself completely and utterly overwhelmed. His pumping didn't stop as he gradually increased his speed; the high I had felt subsided enough for me to gasp for breath, but I could feel it still there, lingering, his cock preventing me from coming down. 

He grinned as I moaned, my eyes filled with lust and need, his hips working faster as he leaned in and kissed me. “Cum for me one more time, my sweet princess.” He said, his hips arching in a way his cock hit my g-spot even more clearly, his thumb working my clit with a practiced precision. 

I moaned, my back arching as he planted another kiss upon me, the wave of bliss returning and coursing through my veins. My eyes fluttered, I could feel his member quivering, pulsating, a thick ooze filling my sex as he slowed, his cock burrowed deep inside me. 

We lay there, panting for several long minutes, his erection slowly subsiding, not completely, but I could feel it retreat subtly. He smiled down at me, kissing me again before getting to his knees, his hands pulling the thick diaper back into place around my hips. 

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly. 

Dorian lovingly padded my crotch, “Keeping everything in, my princess. We must continue our lineage, don't we?” He asked with a playful grin as he climbed into bed, pulling me into a tight embrace. 

I blushed deeply, especially as his hand came to rest on my crotch, feeling me through the thick diaper. I giggled, wiggling my hips into his crotch, his grip tightening around me. “Of course, we have a duty,” I said with a grin. 

He grinned as well, turning off the lights and kissing the side of my neck, causing me to moan. “My sweet, sweet princess. I love you.” He said.

My heart swooned, and I eagerly wriggled deep into his grasp, “I love you too, husband.” I said with a grin. 

“Wife,” Dorian responded, his fingers playing with my hair as we both drifted off to sleep. 

I woke sometime in the morning, still dressed in the thin fabric of the lingerie from the night before, a pacifier, to my surprise, between my lips. I open my groggy eyes, the feeling of cold air licking my skin rousing me further as I focus and find Dorian between my legs, changing my diaper. 

I yawned, stretching as I felt the cool, wet wipes cleansing me. “Morning, princess. You sleep well?” Dorian asked with a warm smile. 

I nodded, “I slept like a baby-” I cut myself off, blushing madly, realizing what I had said before reluctantly continuing with a sigh, “After last night, who couldn't?”

Dorian chuckled, working my hips and setting me back down on the fresh diaper he laid beneath me. “You were excellent.” He said with a grin. 

I blushed deeply, remembering the events of last night. “If I recall, I mostly laid there; you did all the work.” 

He grinned even wider, his fingers lingering a bit longer than necessary above my sex as he powdered me. “Perhaps, but it certainly isn't my performance that the maids are all talking about.” 

I cocked my head to the side, an eyebrow raised curiously before blushing even more. He hadn't spoken with the maids yet, had he? He couldn't possibly know what they were talking about, and they certainly weren't talking about the noises they had heard from our bed chambers, were they? The very idea had me mortified, a feeling Dorian seemed all too happy to wallow in as he patted my freshly diapered crotch. “You did very well, my princess.”

“What's that supposed to mean,” I grumbled as he helped me sit up. 

“Father likely had spies outside our chamber to ensure we consummated the wedding; it'll be important for him that we continue the lineage,” Dorian replied. 

I felt utterly mortified at the statement. It clearly indicates that Dorian knew there had been people eavesdropping on our fun last night and reported back the moans of pleasure they had heard to the king himself. 

“Right,” I responded sheepishly, Dorian sitting next to me, embracing me. 

Before I could ask further, he produced a bottle, the same he had fed me the first day I had arrived, and forced it into my mouth, cradling me. “I know it's a lot for you to take in, but our every move is going to be watched and reported upon. The king has a vested interest in ensuring a successful transfer of power, and he needs to ensure he has lineage to pass the kingdom along to. That will entail our children, but more importantly, that we are both ready for such responsibilities.” He explained. 

“It'll mean making sure I'm in a position I can take on the responsibilities of being a king. At a moment's notice, I could be thrust into the throne, and you could be as well. It's vital to him that we both receive the training we need to meet the expectations of our roles.” Dorian continued, his hand now resting against my padded crotch, “It's also why we must continue your training.”

“What training?” I asked around the bulb of the bottle. 

Dorian smiled, “As being my subservient queen, of course. As a part of your training, I want you to soak yourself right now.” He ordered, his hand caressing me through my diaper.

I choked on a mouth full of the sweet, warm, milky formula. “You want me to what?” I asked, blushing madly as I squirmed in his arms.

Dorian's stoic face remained resolute as he held me, preventing me from getting away. “I know you need to go, my princess, go potty for me.” He ordered, his gaze dangerous and controlling as he stared down at me. 

I whimpered beneath that gaze, feeling incredibly small and insignificant suddenly. I squirmed in his grasp. I did need to go, but I desperately wanted to go with the decency I had grown accustomed to. 

“You want to make me happy and proud, right?” Dorian asked, his voice low, his eyes glancing towards the walls, and I swore he mouthed the words ‘they are listening.’

My eyes went wide, following his gaze. Were there people listening to us right now? I felt a surge of fear, but I truly did want to make this man happy, especially now that he was my husband, even if it was an odd request.

“Then go potty, my princess, soak your diaper for me.” He ordered. 

I blushed, unable to meet his eyes as I fought off the inevitable. It wasn't as simple as he made it out to be, even when my resolve had broken to give in. I was fighting years of potty training but finally managed to relax my bladder enough to go. I let out a relieved sigh as the pressure relinquished, the warmth spreading through my diaper. 

Dorian's hand caressed me, squeezing the diaper as it grew wet, “There we go, such a good girl. I'm very, very proud of you, baby girl.” He said with a grin, a look of relief crossing his face as he glanced at the wall again.

I felt utterly ashamed of myself; here I lay in the lap of my beautiful husband, soaking my diaper like an infant, being praised as if I were a child who earned good marks in school. The bottle had run dry, and Dorian set it off to the side, his hand still cupping my diapered crotch despite having finished going a while ago.

“Is this so bad?” He asked, squeezing my diaper and making me squirm, “Doesn't it feel so good to submit? This is your natural place. I'll be good to you; you know that by now.” His eyes went a bit wider, and he nodded towards the wall again, clearly another tactic to please ‘them,’ whomever they were.

I was too ashamed to respond, my eyes downcast in humiliation. “I'm not a baby, though,” I murmured. 

Dorian smiled, “I know that, my sweet princess. We found that out yesterday, remember? I will reward you for being good.” He said, his fingers digging into my diaper above my clit, rubbing in gentle circles.

I moaned softly despite myself, the knowing grin he offered me as he pulled his hand away and told him I was exactly where he wanted me, in the palm of his hand, and he knew it. I had the distinct impression that he would hold that feeling over my head to control me and keep me in line. The idea that I could be so easily manipulated and controlled humiliated me to the core, as if I were a child offered candy for good behavior. 

Dorian sat me up as he clapped, and my attendants entered the room with bowed heads as they stepped up beside the bed. I still felt shame dressed as I was before them, but that shame had been slowly dwindling the more they saw me. 

“Your graces.” They said in unison, offering curtsies. 

“Will you help my wife get dressed for the day?” Dorian asked, “Fit her with something to keep her diapers from sagging; she's already wet and will need additional absorbency for the day.” He ordered.

I blushed deeply as the girls nodded and retreated from the room to gather clothes. “Was that really necessary?” I asked in a harsh whisper, mortified.

Dorian turned his gaze upon me, raising an eyebrow. Before I knew it, he had me over on my tummy, his hand spanking me through my diaper. “You will not question me.” He stated firmly, “You will know your place, my princess.” 

I yelped in surprise, more than pain, as he spanked me. It didn't hurt through the thick padding, but its humiliation nearly had me in tears as he relented, he was clearly holding back. I felt several tears dripping down my cheeks, especially as I realized my attendants had returned and stood subserviently beside the bed as I was punished. 

“Something to keep her quiet as well,” Dorian said, standing and leaving me there on the bed. “Deliver her to the chapel once she's ready.” he said, giving me a sorrowful look, leaning in close and whispering in my ear, “I’m sorry, I’ll explain, just try and go along with it, please.”

With that, he turned and left the room, still dressed in only his shorts. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry; in fact, I did cry. I felt the revenant touch of one of my attendants, sitting next to me, my head in her lap. I looked up, Morris sitting there, stroking my hair; she had a look of pity in her eyes, “You'll be fine, your grace.” She said softly, “It's easier to let them have their fun and to go with it versus fighting. I can tell you from experience there are punishments far worse than spankings.” 

I sniffled, shifting my head and hearing a distinct crinkle that had not come from my crotch but the one beneath my head, Morris’s. I was too distraught to think more about it, so I asked, “Are there?”

She nodded, helping me sit up and working a onesie over my head, a pale pink, lacking any true design, as she snapped the clips together between my legs. “Far worse.” Morris responded, “Come, let's get you ready; you may not get punished if you are late, but we certainly will be.” 

I gave her and my other attendant a quizzical look before letting them finish dressing me, my stomach in a knot, thinking of what the day may bring.

End of Chapter 13

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Chapter 6 – The Goblin’s Gambit

The morning light of the nursery filtered through the slats of the crib, casting soft, playful shadows across Darryl’s face. He stirred, the warmth of the thick overnight diaper pressing against him, its damp, unsettling weight a reminder of the night’s surrender to the amulet’s curse. Blinking groggily, he felt a momentary flash of shame. Childhood memories, tinged with humiliation and isolation, surfaced briefly, but they were quickly soothed by the presence of Nanny Hands. Her movements radiated calm and reassurance, filling the room with an atmosphere of safety and love.

Within the soft bedding of his crib, Darryl recalled his decision from the night before. After wrestling with the amulet’s effects, he’d resolved to accept the curse, to embrace the babyish routines that had once mortified him. It still felt strange, almost surreal to be surrendering to this life, but he reminded himself of the peace it brought him, the simplicity of letting go of his worries, if only for a while. This morning, he would find comfort and even joy in the tender care of Nanny Hands and the little world the amulet had created just for him.

“There, there, little adventurer,” Nanny Hands cooed, her voice brimming with affection as she gently lifted him from the crib. One gloved hand slid beneath his padded bottom, the other cradling his back and head. She held him as if he were the most precious thing in the world, swaying him softly with a gentle bounce. Darryl felt himself relax into her hold, comforted by the rhythmic motion and the tender care she offered.

The short journey to the washbasin felt almost magical, with Nanny Hands humming a lullaby that wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “Let’s start the day with a bright smile,” she said warmly, retrieving a child-sized toothbrush adorned with tiny adventurer motifs. The fruity scent of toothpaste wafted into the air as she carefully dabbed some onto the bristles. “Open up, little one!”

Darryl obeyed, giggling as the bristles tickled his teeth and gums. The playful strokes, accompanied by her cheerful hum, turned an otherwise mundane act into something soothing. He felt oddly pampered, the fruity taste bringing a sweetness to his morning. Am I really enjoying this? he wondered briefly, but the thought dissolved as Nanny Hands gave his cheek a soft pat.

With his dental care complete, she lifted him once again, holding him snugly in her grasp as they floated toward the changing table. Along the way, she began to sing a light-hearted nursery rhyme, a playful ode to his latest adventure. Darryl’s cheeks flushed as he realised the silly, rhyming verse was all about him and his victory over the Slime King. Her song was silly and cheerful, but he found himself listening, entranced by the way it brought his adventures to life in the simplest, most babyish way.

“Little Darryl, brave and true,
Faced a slime of sticky goo!
With his sword, he swung so high,
Made the Slime King yelp and cry!”

Nanny Hands gave him a gentle squeeze as she continued, her gloves moving in a way that conveyed her delight as she sang:

“The Slime King grumbled, squished, and fell,
With one last mighty, gooey yell!
A pair of mittens from the goo did shine,
A gift of power, wondrous and fine!”

Darryl’s blush deepened as she continued to sing, her voice cheerful and clear. He was unsure if he should laugh or hide his face, but the melody was so gentle, so warmly teasing, that he found himself relaxing, his lips quirking into a smile. Nanny Hands seemed to float in rhythm to the tune, her hands swaying him gently in time with the song as she continued:

“With Slime King Mittens snug in place,
Darryl marched to his next big chase.
With each step he took, his spirits soared,
Ready for dungeons yet unexplored!”

The gloves gave his cheek a soft stroke, making him giggle as the rhyme continued in a slower, sing-song verse:

“For though he’s small and sweet as pie,
Our Darryl’s got a heart so kind!
He fought with courage, through and through,
Against the Slime King, sticky goo!”

By the time the song ended, Darryl was giggling despite himself. The rhyme had a silly, enchanting quality that made him feel both proud and small, like a tiny hero whose deeds were sung by a motherly bard. He blushed, secretly pleased that Nanny Hands had thought to commemorate his adventure, even if it was in the most babyish way possible.

Nanny Hands laid him down on the changing table, beginning her familiar routine with a soft, reassuring pat on his belly. She unfastened his overnight diaper and disposed of it before taking out a warm, fragrant baby wipe to gently clean his skin. Each wipe was tender and slow, Nanny Hands taking her time to ensure he felt fresh.

“You’re such a good boy,” she praised softly, her gloves moving in slow, comforting circles as she massaged lotion into his skin. The lavender fragrance surrounded him, a soothing balm that seemed to melt away any lingering tension.

With a puff of powder, Nanny Hands prepared a fresh pair of pull-ups adorned with cheerful Slime King designs. Darryl couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful artwork. A reward for my victory, I suppose, he mused, feeling a flicker of pride despite the babyish garment.

The soft fabric of a pastel green onesie followed, the embroidered Slime King on the chest grinning back at him. “There we go,” Nanny Hands said, snapping the onesie snugly. “All ready for breakfast, my little hero.”

With his onesie secure, Nanny Hands cradled him into her embrace once more and floated him toward his highchair. Before seating him, Nanny Hands gave him a gentle, motherly sway, rocking him side to side with soft, steady movements. She resumed the earlier rhyme in a slower, softer melody, almost like a lullaby, celebrating his bravery and reminding him of his small but mighty spirit. The words drifted around him like a warm breeze, making him feel both cherished and invincible.

“With mittens tight and heart so pure,
He’ll face the trials that must endure!
Each battle won, each treasure found,
Will make his name and deeds renowned!”

Settling him into the highchair, Nanny Hands presented his breakfast, a bowl of baby cereal and a bottle of warm formula. With each spoonful she offered, Darryl found himself relaxing further, surrendering to the routine. The cereal was soft and sweet, the bottle filled with creamy milk that warmed his belly. He allowed himself to let go of the last vestiges of embarrassment, opening his mouth for each spoonful as she cooed soft praises. The bottle, with its comforting warmth, soothed him in a way he hadn’t expected, and soon he was enjoying the meal more than he cared to admit.

At last, Nanny Hands helped him into his adventurer gear, securing his leather armour before fitting his new Slime King Mittens onto his hands. The mittens were babyish but filled with power, a mystical combination of his new accomplishments and his babyish routine. As she adjusted them on his hands, Nanny Hands gave him a final pat, conveying pride through the softness of her gestures.

With a gentle nudge toward the nursery portal, Nanny Hands gave him an encouraging, invisible embrace. “Off you go, brave one! The dungeon awaits!”

This morning, as Darryl stepped into the world beyond the nursery, he carried with him a renewed sense of comfort and strength. The rhyme, the babyish attire, and even the warmth of their care, all reminded him of the decision he’d made to accept this journey, to embrace the strange path the amulet had laid before him. For the first time, he felt fully ready, both as a warrior and a cherished one, as he marched onward, the echo of Nanny Hands’ song filling his heart.

The shift from the nursery’s soft embrace to the dungeon’s harsh reality was always jarring. The air seemed colder here, the dim lighting and oppressive silence a stark contrast to the nursery’s warmth. Yet today, Darryl felt prepared. The amulet pulsed softly against his chest, a steady reminder of the strength it granted him. This dungeon isn’t going to beat me, he told himself. Not today.

As he descended the steps to the third floor, the atmosphere grew more foreboding. The air thickened, carrying the faint stench of damp earth and mould. Shadows twisted along the stone walls, flickering like living things. A faint, guttural laughter echoed in the distance, chilling him. Goblins.

Darryl moved cautiously, the faint rustle of his attire and his footsteps the only sound in the eerie silence. Unlike the slimes, goblins were cunning, and notorious for their ambush tactics and agility. They moved in groups, often using their small, wiry frames to evade attacks and retaliate with ferocity. Darryl tightened his fists within the Slime King Mittens, realising that these creatures would test his newfound fighting style to its limits.

Almost on cue, a goblin darted out from the shadows, brandishing a crude dagger with a sinister grin. Darryl reacted instantly, charging forward and swinging his fist in a wide arc. The mittens’ soft magical exterior hardened upon impact, delivering a powerful blow that sent the goblin sprawling to the ground with a surprised yelp. Darryl felt a surge of satisfaction; though unconventional, the mittens gave him a unique advantage, and the goblin had been wholly unprepared for such an unexpected attack.

The sound of the scuffle drew more of them. Two more goblins emerged, their eyes glinting with malice as they closed in on him from either side. Darryl ducked just as one of them lunged, dodging the swipe of its dagger, and retaliated with a quick jab to its side. The hardened mittens struck true, the goblin crumpling under the force. He twisted, narrowly avoiding the second goblin’s attack, and swung a powerful uppercut that connected with its jaw, sending it staggering back.

The small victory was short-lived. From further down the corridor, more goblins emerged, skulking in pairs, their beady eyes assessing him. Some of them held tiny, makeshift slingshots, launching sharp stones his way. Darryl had to think fast, darting between shadows and ducking behind pillars to avoid the onslaught of projectiles. His heart raced as he timed his movements, evading each stone and charging forward to close the distance. With each goblin he defeated, he could feel their tactics becoming clearer to him, this was no mindless horde. They watched, learned, and adapted to his every move.

He tightened his focus, timing his movements carefully. Each strike of the mittens brought a new lesson: the need for precision, for calculated aggression. Unlike the reach of his former sword, the mittens required close combat. Every punch honed his technique, turning the chaotic fight into something almost rhythmic. This is my fight now. My style.

Finally, after what felt like hours of constant skirmishes, the goblin ambushes began to dwindle, the corridors quieting as he approached the end of the third floor. He paused, breathing heavily, feeling the weight of fatigue settle in. But there, beyond the next set of towering stone doors, he sensed the presence of something more formidable, a looming presence that could only be the Goblin Chief, waiting for him at the floor's end.

Knowing he needed to be at his best, Darryl returned to the sanctuary of the nursery after wetting his pull-up. Nanny Hands greeted him warmly, before carrying him to the changing table. She hummed softly as she worked, removing his damp pull-up with a quick but gentle efficiency. Warm baby wipes cleaned his diaper area, followed by the familiar scent of lavender lotion and baby powder. Moments later, he was snug in a fresh pull-up, the soft crinkle reassuring him in its own way.

Next came lunch. Seated in the highchair, Darryl let himself relax as Nanny Hands began spooning the jars of baby food into his mouth. The creamy sweetness brought a sense of calm, a reprieve from the tension of the dungeon. As he finished the last of the bottle, a soft pat on his back from Nanny Hands helped ease a tiny burp from him. He chuckled softly at the absurdity of it all but felt genuinely rejuvenated.

Rearmed with his mittens and a renewed determination, Darryl continued making his way through the set of towering stone doors until he reached the grand cavern that served as the heart of the goblin stronghold. Towering above him was the Goblin Chief, an imposing figure with piercing eyes that gleamed with a shrewd intelligence not seen in the other goblins. His hulking frame was clad in piecemeal armour, and he wielded a club studded with jagged stones, its weight matched only by the menace in his expression. With a barked command, several goblins fell into formation around him, their eyes fixated on Darryl, waiting for their leader’s cue.

Taking a deep breath, Darryl steeled himself. He had learned much from battling the goblins earlier on this floor, but now he faced not only raw strength but a cunning strategic mind that would challenge him to his core. The chief growled out another command, and the goblins fanned out, taking up flanking positions. Darryl could already feel the pull of the amulet’s power at his chest, prepared to guide his body into the rhythm of battle, but he also knew this fight would demand every ounce of his focus.

“Looks like the little adventurer thinks he can take on the big bad goblin!” the chief taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face. He rested his massive club on his shoulder, his piercing eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re just a child playing dress-up! This will be over before you know it.”

Darryl gritted his teeth, determination sparking in his chest. “I’m not afraid of you or your goblin gang!” he shot back, hoping his voice sounded steadier than he felt. His words echoed through the cavern, with his fist tightened within his mittens, his heart pounding in anticipation.

The Goblin Chief sneered, raising his club high in a deliberate motion. “Show this little whelp what happens to intruders!” he bellowed, his command echoing off the cavern walls. At his signal, the goblins erupted into action, snarling as they closed in around Darryl.

The first goblin lunged from the side, and Darryl deflected its attack with his Slime King Mittens, the impact reverberating up his arm as he followed with a powerful punch, the crack of his strike sending the goblin sprawling to the ground. Its crude blade clattered from its hand, skittering across the stone floor. Darryl pivoted instinctively, sensing movement behind him. Two more goblins sprang at him with snarls, their daggers gleaming in the firelight. He ducked low, narrowly avoiding their wild swings, before responding with a sweeping strike. His mittens glowed faintly, hardening with magical energy as they connected, the force knocking both attackers unconscious.

But the fight was relentless. For every goblin he knocked down, two more surged forward, their movements alarmingly coordinated. The Goblin Chief barked orders from the back, his guttural commands sending his underlings into formation. “Surround him! Don’t let him breathe!” he roared, his deep voice cutting through the chaos. At his command, the goblins tightened their circle around Darryl, forcing him to pivot constantly to fend off their strikes. Their weapons clashed against his mittens, the sound of metal scraping against hardened magic filling the cavern as Darryl fought to keep them at bay.

“Is that a diaper?” the chief sneered suddenly, his sharp eyes catching the edge of Darryl’s pull-up peeking from under his tunic. A cruel grin spread across his face as he added, “Why not run back to your nursery, little one? This is no place for a baby!”

The taunts stung, and Darryl felt a surge of embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks heating as the chief’s words echoed in his ears. He clenched his fists, forcing himself to push through the shame. “I may be a baby in your eyes,” he yelled, his voice rising above the cacophony of the fight, “but this baby is about to send you crawling!” With renewed resolve, he dodged a goblin’s thrust and countered with a swift punch, knocking his attacker flat. Yet the chief’s mocking laughter followed him, each cruel chuckle digging at his pride.

The Goblin Chief’s tactics became evident as the fight wore on. Every time Darryl felled one of the goblins, the chief’s sharp eyes tracked his movements, barking orders to exploit his position. “Force him left! Now, block his escape!” he commanded, and the goblins herded Darryl toward the edges of the cavern. Twice, he narrowly avoided stepping into hidden pits, cunningly placed traps meant to ensnare him. A third time, his boot caught the edge of a tripwire, triggering a cascade of loose rocks from above. He rolled aside just in time, the heavy stones slamming into the ground where he had stood moments before.

“Impressive,” the chief called out mockingly, his club resting against the ground. “But you can’t fight forever. Sooner or later, you’ll tire, and when you do, you’ll wish you’d stayed in your crib!”

Gritting his teeth, Darryl swung a punch into the air, distracting a goblin just long enough to pivot and land a solid kick on another. His blows became harder now, each strike fuelled by adrenaline, but his stamina was beginning to wane. Sweat dripped from his brow as he ducked and weaved, his muscles burning from the constant movement. The goblins’ relentless assault, combined with the traps and the chief’s cunning commands, kept him on edge.

He knew he couldn’t keep this up. The goblins weren’t just mindless attackers; they were part of a larger strategy, all orchestrated by the chief. Darryl’s eyes flicked toward the towering figure in the back, the real threat behind the onslaught. He needed to reach him, but the goblins formed an impenetrable wall, their movements synchronised as they blocked every opening.

With a surge of determination, Darryl adjusted his strategy. Faking left, he drew the goblins into a tighter cluster before spinning to the right, landing a hard strike to the nearest goblin and breaking through the formation. He sprinted toward the chief, weaving through the chaos, his heart pounding as he closed the gap.

The chief’s eyes narrowed as he saw Darryl approaching. “So, the little baby thinks he can challenge me directly?” he growled, hefting his massive club. “Come, then! Let’s end this!” He raised the weapon high, swinging it down with incredible force. Darryl barely managed to deflect the strike with both mittens, the impact rattling his arms and nearly sending him to his knees. The club slammed into the ground, leaving a deep dent in the stone, the force of the blow reverberating through the cavern.

The chief didn’t relent. He swung again, his movements deceptively fast for his hulking frame. Darryl ducked under the blow, the rush of air from the weapon whipping past his face. He struck out with his mittens, landing a glancing blow to the chief’s ribs, but it was like hitting solid rock. The chief laughed, a low, menacing sound, and countered with a backhanded swing that sent Darryl sprawling to the ground.

“Stay down, little one!” the chief bellowed, his voice booming. “You’re outmatched, outclassed, and out of time!”

But Darryl refused to yield. Taking a steadying breath, he focused, drawing on every painful, challenging step that had brought him to this point. His hands glowed faintly as the amulet’s power surged through him, steadying his resolve. The next time the chief charged, Darryl ducked low, using the mittens to deliver a powerful uppercut. The impact sent a shockwave through the cavern, the glow from his mittens illuminating the chief’s stunned face as he stumbled back.

Seizing the opening, Darryl unleashed a barrage of rapid strikes, each punch ringing with the combined power of the Slime King Mittens and the amulet’s potent energy. His blows rained down with unrelenting force, each one driving the chief further back until, with a final, explosive punch, the Goblin Chief collapsed in a heap, his club clattering to the ground.

The remaining goblins froze, their courage draining as they witnessed their leader’s defeat. One by one, they scattered, their snarls turning to yelps of fear as they fled into the shadows. Darryl stood over the fallen chief, panting and battered, his mittens sparking faintly as the glow of victory settled around him. He had done it, he had faced the Goblin Chief, outsmarted his tactics, and emerged triumphant.

As the Goblin Chief lay defeated, a treasure chest materialised in the flickering light of the cavern. Its surface shimmered enticingly; intricate patterns of goblins etched into its golden trim. Darryl approached it cautiously, every muscle still tense from the battle. His heart pounded as he reached out, fingers brushing against the cool metal of the lid. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted it open. Inside lay a white baby bonnet, its soft fabric adorned with adorably cartoonish goblins, their chubby cheeks and wide, toothy grins bordered by pastel colours. Tiny daggers, clubs, and slingshots were stitched around the edges, adding to the undeniably infantile charm. The sight of the Goblin Chief Bonnet made him freeze, a familiar pang of embarrassment clawing at his chest.

“A bonnet? Really?” he muttered, his face flushing. The mere thought of adding another piece of infantile gear to his collection made him cringe. Yet there it was, his latest prize, sitting innocently atop a bed of velvet. He hesitated, his eyes darting around the cavern, as if fearing someone might step in and witness his humiliation.

“Do I really have to wear this?” The question hung in the air, his voice tinged with frustration. Outside the confines of the nursery, the idea of being seen in such obvious babyish attire filled him with dread. The amulet’s curse already weighed heavily on him, but this… this was too much.

Yet, the bonnet called to him, its presence impossible to ignore. He sighed, swallowing his pride as his curiosity won out. With hesitant hands, he picked up the bonnet. Its delicate fabric felt softer than he expected, almost like silk, with the embroidered goblins seemingly springing to life in the low light, their joyful expressions brimming with mischief. The faces fluttered gently, as if enchanted, their playful magic radiating whimsy. The goblins’ grinning faces appeared to twinkle, their lively expressions daring him to embrace his newest burden.

Taking a deep breath, Darryl tied the bonnet on his head. The moment it settled, a surge of energy coursed through him. His vision sharpened, the dim cavern suddenly clearer, and a torrent of ideas and strategies flooded his mind. It was as though a fog had lifted, revealing connections and solutions he hadn’t seen before.

“What the...?” he murmured, bewildered. The Goblin Chief Bonnet wasn’t just another humiliating addition to his cursed wardrobe. It was powerful.

The clarity it granted was undeniable, sharpening his instincts and enhancing his tactical mind. He could already imagine how it would help him anticipate his enemies’ moves and overcome the challenges ahead. Yet, as the euphoria of newfound power faded, shame crept in.

His reflection caught his eye in the polished surface of the treasure chest’s lid. The bonnet’s frilly edges framed his face, The bonnet’s frilly edges framed his face, its infantile design amplifying the boyishness of his features. With the bonnet perched atop his head, he looked even younger, almost like a toddler dressed for a day out. His stomach churned. “What am I becoming?” he whispered, his fingers brushing the soft fabric.

In the nursery, he could almost accept the curse. There, the surreal atmosphere of gentle care and lullabies made the regression feel less demeaning, even comforting in some twisted way. But here, outside its protective cocoon, the idea of being seen dressed like this filled him with dread.

“I look ridiculous,” he muttered, tugging lightly at the bonnet’s edges. He wanted to take it off but couldn’t bring himself to do it. As much as the shame gnawed at him, the curse’s benefits were undeniable. Each piece of infantile gear strengthened him, the mittens had hardened into protective gauntlets, and now the bonnet enhanced his intellect. The curse, as humiliating as it was, made him stronger.

“It’s not just baby clothing,” he admitted, his voice soft. “It’s power. But at what cost?”

The weight of his predicament settled over him like a heavy cloak. He was caught in a paradox, empowered yet infantilised, mighty yet humiliated. The deeper he ventured into the dungeon, the more he realised this conflict would define his journey.

Taking a steadying breath, Darryl adjusted the bonnet on his head. The soft fabric sat snugly, a constant reminder of the balance he had to strike between his dignity and his survival. “If this is what it takes to survive,” he said aloud, his voice firmer now, “then so be it. I’ll endure the embarrassment.”

With flushed cheeks and a sense of renewed purpose, Darryl made his way through the chamber, stepping down the stairs into the fourth level before calling it a night. Once again, he surrendered to the amulet’s pull, the familiar warmth spreading through him as he wet his pull-ups to summon the portal back to the nursery. Embarrassing though it was, the promise of rest and nurturing care was too comforting to resist.

The nursery’s gentle embrace wrapped around Darryl, its soft pastel colours and ambient lullabies weaving a cocoon of tranquillity that immediately calmed his senses. As he stepped inside, the magical presence of Nanny Hands floated towards him, her glow shimmering softly in the dim light.

"Welcome back, brave hero! Are you ready for your nightly routine?" she chimed, her melodic voice full of warmth and love.

Darryl’s lips twitched into a small, reluctant smile. Though the embarrassment of the amulet’s curse lingered, he couldn’t deny how much he had come to treasure this place. The nursery was a sanctuary, a haven where the dungeon’s harshness faded, replaced by gentle care.

He nodded, cheeks flushed as he replied softly, “Yeah… I’m ready.”

Nanny Hands moved with tender precision, removing his adventuring gear piece by piece as if easing away the weight of the day’s struggles. "Oh, look at you with that new bonnet!" she teased, giving the fabric a playful pat before untying and setting it gently alongside his Slime King Mittens on the shelf.

Darryl’s face burned, his embarrassment flaring anew, but he didn’t protest. Her playful affection felt oddly reassuring, a contrast to the loneliness that had so often defined his life.

As he lay back on the changing table, the soft padding beneath him cradling his weary frame, Nanny Hands began cleaning him with warm, soft baby wipes. Each gentle stroke seemed to melt away the day’s tension. Darryl closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting.

"I never thought I’d find this comforting," he mused, feeling the care in her every movement. "It’s strange… but it’s nice to feel like someone’s looking out for me."

When she carried him to the bath, steam rising from the tub and bubbles glistening like tiny jewels, Darryl sighed in relief. The warm water enveloped him, washing away the day’s hardships. It was moments like these that made him grateful for the strange curse he bore, even if the infantile elements still made his cheeks burn.

After a thorough wash, she dried him off with a fluffy towel, humming a gentle tune as she worked. Then came the thick, soft diaper she always prepared for him for the evening, wrapping him snugly before fastening the tapes. She dressed him in a cosy onesie that hugged him warmly, the fabric soft against his skin.

Dinner followed, with Darryl seated in his highchair. The array of baby food waiting for him no longer filled him with dread but rather a quiet acceptance. “You’re doing so well, my little hero,” she cooed, spooning small bites into his mouth with endless patience. Though the babyish routine still embarrassed him slightly, he found himself relaxing, warmed by the nursery’s soothing embrace.

After dinner, Nanny Hands carried him to his playpen, setting him gently among plush toys and colourful blocks. "Now, let’s see what adventures you’ll create tonight," she encouraged, her tone playful and loving.

Darryl’s grin widened as he grabbed several goblin plushies and began to recreate his earlier battle with the Goblin Chief. "And then I charged in, dodging their attacks!" he exclaimed, his voice animated.

"Such bravery!" Nanny Hands said, using another plush to mimic the goblins’ counterattacks. "But what happened next, my little adventurer?"

Darryl’s laughter echoed through the nursery as he enacted the climactic moment of victory, toppling the goblin plushies with dramatic flair.

Yet, as the laughter echoed softly through the nursery, a different sensation began to build. The baby food and formula from the day worked quickly, his stomach gurgling with urgency. He shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks reddening as he realised what was coming.

"Oh no… not now," he thought, glancing around nervously. Yet, deep down, he knew there was no avoiding it. This was simply part of his new reality.

With a resigned sigh, Darryl got onto his knees, lifting his padded bottom off the ground as toddlers often do. He leaned forward slightly, gripping a plushie for balance. His face scrunched in concentration as he pushed, his breaths coming in soft grunts.

The soft mush filled his diaper, spreading warmly against him. Darryl froze, his cheeks blazing as he shifted slightly, the sticky sensation making him squirm. "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this," he thought, grimacing.

After a moment, he gathered his courage. "Um… Nanny Hands?" he called out hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She floated closer, her glowing presence radiating calm. "Yes, sweetheart? What is it?"

Darryl fidgeted with the plushie in his hands, avoiding her gaze. "I, uh… I went poopy… in my diaper. Can you… can you change me please?"

Her tone remained gentle and reassuring. "Of course, my darling. That’s what I’m here for, to take care of my little hero."

As Nanny Hands scooped him up into her warm, magical embrace, the poopy mess in his diaper spread further, pressing against him uncomfortably. Darryl squirmed, a soft groan escaping his lips as the sticky, yucky sensation worsened. His face turned bright red, and he buried it in her embrace, wishing for the moment to pass quickly.

She carried him to the changing table, her nurturing presence soothing despite his growing discomfort. "There, there, little one," she murmured, laying him down gently. "We’ll have you all clean and comfy in no time," she continued, gently wiping him clean with soft, warm wipes. "You’re such a good boy for using your diaper, just like a baby should. And asking for a change all on your own? That’s so very brave of you, darling." Her words wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, her tone filled with pride and affection.

Darryl’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t deny the odd comfort her words brought. "She’s really proud of me... for this? It’s so embarrassing… but it doesn’t feel bad," he thought, his muscles slowly relaxing under her tender care.

Once he was cleaned and powdered, she secured his fresh nighttime diaper, ensuring it was snug yet soft against his skin. “All fresh and ready for a good night’s sleep,” she said warmly, giving his padded bottom a gentle pat before fitting on his footed onesie.

Now snug in his thick overnight diaper and footed onesie, he looked up at her with wide eyes. “Um… Nanny Hands? Could you, uh… cradle me again like last night? While I have my bottle before bed?”

Her magical glow seemed to brighten at his request. "Of course, my sweet boy," she replied warmly, lifting him into her soft, magical embrace.

Darryl nestled against her, the gentle sway of her rocking motion soothing him as she fed him his warm bottle of formula. He slowly nursed the bottle, enjoying every moment in her embrace, the warm liquid filling him with comfort. The rhythmic side-to-side motion, combined with the occasional bounce, lulled him into a state of pure contentment. The world outside the nursery seemed a distant memory as he surrendered to the nurturing care and embrace.

When the bottle was empty, Nanny Hands gently took it from him. She then pressed a soft pacifier to his lips, her voice brimming with loving encouragement. "Such a good boy for finishing your bottle, just like the precious baby you are," she praised, her tone as sweet as honey.

Darryl instinctively began to suck on the pacifier, the soothing rhythm calming him further. Her words filled him with a quiet warmth he couldn’t quite describe. His eyes fluttered closed, and a quiet sense of contentment washed over him as the day’s battles and struggles faded into the background.

Nanny Hands gently laid him in his crib, tucking him in snugly beneath a soft, warm baby blanket. "Sleep well, my brave little one," she murmured, her voice filled with love, as she began patting him to sleep.

As Darryl drifted off, his thoughts turned to tomorrow’s adventures. "This… isn’t so bad," he admitted to himself, a flicker of warmth stirring within him.

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 12: Torchlight

As much as I hated to admit it, perhaps my newfound husband's suggestion of wearing a diaper on my wedding day had some merit. As we were led to the dining hall, either nerves or breakfast had caught up with me, and my bladder was beginning to ache. A cursory glance downward at the billowing gown around me had me dreading trying to get through all the lace and frills to be able to relieve myself, but, alas, it was not an issue for me even if I had truly wanted to. 

We stopped before the dining hall, a brief reprieve from the festivities and a comparatively secluded location; I relaxed, letting my bladder soak into my diaper. I felt my cheeks turning red, their heat reflecting off the thin layer of makeup, but not one person commented. I doubted even Dorian and his interests or skill could tell what I was doing beneath these layers. 

We entered the grand dining hall, hand in hand, a wave of applause and cheers sweeping through the space, echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings. The hall was glorious, adorned with rich tapestries in crimson and gold. Long tables, covered with pristine white linens and overflowing with the finest diminishes, stretched from one end of the hall to the other, each table adorned with flickering candles and lush floral arrangements.

Overhead, massive chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow, their countless crystals sparkling like stars. Musicians stationed at the far end of the hall strike up a celebratory tune, the lively notes of strings and flutes filling the room with energy and joy. Servants moved gracefully among the guests, pouring wine and offering delicacies, while nobles and dignitaries raised their goblets in a toast to us as we passed. As we made our way down the center aisle, guests rose from their seats, bowing deeply or raising their cups in salute. The air was thick with celebration, the scent of roasted meats, spice wine, and freshly baked bread mingling with the perfume of flowers.

At the head of the room stood our table, elevated on a dais and adorned with the most lavish of settings. Golden chargers, delicate porcelain, and intricately carved goblets awaited us. Behind the table, a grand tapestry displayed the royal crest, a subtle reminder of my new position within the kingdom. As we approached our seats, Dorian paused, glancing at me with a reassuring smile before we turned toward our guests. The applause rose again, and we bowed together, a symbol of gratitude and mutual respect. Taking our seats, we were surrounded by the warmth of our people’s cheers, music, and the promise of a new chapter together. 

Our meal was a lavish feast fit for a royal celebration, beginning with an array of appetizers, freshly baked bread infused with herbs, delicate pastries filled with source cheeses, and bowls of vibrant fruits. The main courses featured succulent roasted meats, including venison and pheasant, seasoned with exotic spices and rich gravies. Platters of steamed vegetables, honey-glazed roots, and buttery potatoes were on the tables. Fine wines and sweat mead flowed freely, our meal ending with an assortment of sweets, honey cakes, candied nuts, and fruit tarts.

As our meal concluded, musicians took up a softer tune as Dorian ruse, taking my hand and leading me to the open floor for our first dance as husband and wife. Stepping onto the open floor at the center of the hall, we faced each other, our hands meeting as the music swelled. The melody was soft and romantic, a blend of gentle flutes and sweeping strings. We began to move, and I praised my mother for forcing me to take dancing lessons. The bulky gown I wore, along with the thick, wet padding between my legs, made my moves cumbersome and clumsy, although I did my best to look graceful and elegant. The world seemed to blur around us for the time as if we were the only two in existence. The soft swish of my gown, the warmth of Dorian’s touch, and the rhythm of music wove together into a smooth harmony. The guests around us watched in silence, entranced, before breaking into applause as our dance drew to a graceful close.

As we left the floor, the musicians struck up another tune, couples stood and took the stage as we moved from table to table, and guests offered us words of congratulations. I felt as if my cheeks were going to be stuck in a permanent smile. It was truly exhausting work, meeting every guest, yet Dorian was insistent. I glanced up towards the next table, my heart fluttering as I saw my own family sitting there. The air felt charged with a mix of emotions, familiarity, pride, and a touch of bittersweet. My parents rose from their seats, their eyes reflecting the weight of the moment. My father’s expression was proud but reserved, his jaw set with the strength of a father both letting go and bearing witness to his daughter’s new life. My mother’s eyes glistened with tears, her hands clasped together.

I felt a swell of love and longing as our gazes met, and for a moment, I was no longer the bride or even a princess; I was simply their daughter. My father stepped forward first, his eyes searching mine with a mix of pride and tenderness. “You honor us, daughter,” he said, his voice low but steady. 

My fathered clasped my hand, his gentle, squeezing gentle, and for an instant, the formality of the moment melted away, leaving only the bond between father and daughter. My mother stepped closer, embracing me tightly, whispering words meant only for my ears. “You are radiant, my child. Never doubt your strength nor the love that binds us.” 

As we parted, my mother’s eyes lingered on Dorian, regarding him with a measured intensity before giving a small, approving nod. “Take care of her,” she told him, her voice soft but persistent. “Together, you both carry the hopes of many.”

Dorian, respectful and composed, bowed deeply, “I vow to honor her and our union,” he replied, sincerity shining in his eyes.

There was a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words before my siblings stepped up, my sister Emily among them, her face alight with a mix of pride and mischief. “You’ve never looked more like a princess,” Emily teased, though her voice cracked slightly with emotion.

The warmth of my family surrounded us, and a light laughter broke the tension of the moment before we moved on to the next table. While I greeted each guest with a queenly smile and kind words, I was no longer focusing on them, my eyes glancing toward my family and the life I was leaving behind. That short interaction with Dorian and my family held more weight for me than the rest of the ceremony. It had been more than just my family coming to congratulate me; it was to see me off. I had spent every day of my life with them, from waking morning to sleeping at night. I had been with them, and now, trapped in a foreign land, I would only be able to see them on occasion. While I was born an Eldenhart, my family lineage forever, I couldn’t help but feel as if that chapter of my life was coming to a close. The subtle nods of approval my folks had given Dorian had been as if they were well and truly giving me away. 

I fought the tears that threatened to ruin my makeup; my mind could no longer focus on each guest; I was too caught up in the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to burst the dam of strictness I had built. Dusk had begun to fall after the countless hours we spent talking with our guests, earning blessings and congratulations, a soft, golden light bathing the castle grounds. The air hummed with quiet anticipation as touches were lit along a winding pathway through the gardens, their flames flickering and dancing in the gentle evening breeze. The wedding procession was a time-honored tradition in Dorian’s family, symbolizing a couple’s first steps into their new life together.

Dorian led the way, his hand holding mine, his presence serene yet commanding. The prince’s dark cloak flowed behind him while my gown caught the light of each touch we passed, making me appear almost ethereal. Our footsteps were slow deliberate, savoring each moment of this sacred walk. The guests, arranged in respectful lines on either side of the path, held torches high or carried lanterns, their faces glowing with admiration and hope. The sound of soft music filled the air, taken by the gentle strains of flutes. Each note mingled with the rustle of leaves and the crackle of flames, creating a symphony that felt timeless. Flowers were scattered at our feet by children who darted in and out of the procession, their laughter mingling with the murmurs of the guests.

We passed through the garden arches covered in blooms. As we moved, a breeze carried the scent of spring blossoms. At the end of our procession, we paused before a grand stone altar carved with the symbols of the Four Winds; Father Aelindor stood, illuminated by the surrounding torches. He raised his staff and called forth a final blessing, his words carried by the wind and amplified by the hushed awe of those gathered. As the blessing concluded, the crowd cheered, and we turned to face our people as a unified front, our silhouettes framed by the firelight and gathering stars. 

We were ushered down the path, flanked by torches as the cool night air licked our skin, the warmth of the crowd keeping us warm. I was a bit surprised as we were led back inside the castle and to our chambers, the last of the guests lingering outside in the garden before we were finally free, the embrace of silence a welcoming one as we entered our room, my attendants following and shutting the doors behind us. 

My diaper had swollen more since dinner; the pressing need had overtaken me as we stood in the garden. I was once again thankful for Dorian's foresight, even if it had been at the expense of my dignity. My attendants stepped up behind me, their fingers delicate as they pulled the strings of my gown loose. I took a long, deep breath as the constricting nature of the bodice relinquished its hold on me, the dress coming up and over my head once more. 

The reprieve was short-lived as I remembered what I had on underneath, although I noticed immediately that Dorian had disappeared from the room as I was undressed. “Where did my husband go?” I asked. 

“He has gone to clean up, your grace,” Morris said, ushering me towards the bathing chamber I had first visited upon arriving. 

I nodded, letting them pull me in, bringing wash clothes forward to cleanse my face and body, although I noticed a distinct lack of removing my diaper. “Am I to receive a bath?” I asked. 

“Not yet, your grace,” Morris said, offering no further detail. 

I gritted my teeth; if I wanted any information, I'd be forced to ask for it, apparently. “Then what's the purpose of this?” I asked as my face was scrubbed clean.

Morris cocked an eyebrow; perhaps I was already supposed to know, “The bedding ceremony, your grace, we are preparing you for it.”

I felt my cheeks burn brightly suddenly as the realization took hold. I was being groomed and pampered like a goose for roasting. I was to be dressed and made presentable for my husband's enjoyment. 

“Ohh,” I responded weakly, mortified at the realization. 

The girls smiled, perhaps at my innocence, presenting a plethora of clothing. My arms were raised as a delicate, white, see-through dress was pulled over them, its hem grazing the top of my diaper but keeping it on display. I had been expecting more, but the girls stopped, stepping back. 

I glanced down at myself, mortified to be dressed as I was. “You both can't be serious.” I stated, “I can't go to him looking like this; this is ridiculous.”

Morris offered me a small smile, “It was his suggestion, your grace.”

I gritted my teeth. Even now, Dorian has found ways to control me and my outfit. A part of me was annoyed, but an even bigger part of me was curious to know why he had chosen to dress me like this. A bedding ceremony would imply that I would not need undergarments of any kind. I felt my heart skip a beat at that thought. 

I swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Morris?” I asked, “Dorian mentioned you served his mother before me, correct?”

The woman nodded, “I did, your grace.”

“Were you in her service on her wedding day?” I asked.

“I was.” She responded, giving me a curious look. 

I glanced down at my outfit, my cheeks burning, “What exactly am I walking into?” I asked, glancing towards the doors to our bed chamber. 

Morris smiled warmly, placing a hand on my arm delicately, “Your grace, he's going to make you feel like a queen.” She said, her eyes sparkling. 

I felt a nervous shiver traveling through my body. The thin dress would have made me feel attractive in almost any other setting, but with the bulging, squishy diaper between my legs, I felt anything but. I shook my head, fighting back emotions, “I can't do it, not like this.” I said, my voice cracking under the emotional strain I felt. 

Morris stepped closer, her delicate touch lifting my chin, so our eyes met, “Your grace, you've seen the outfits other women wear to bed, their see-through, sexy lingerie?” She asked. 

I nodded weakly, Morris’s fingers lightly tapping my padded crotch, “To him, this looks like lingerie.”

“But how? It's a storming baby diaper!” I exclaimed, my voice seeming weak and subservient. 

“To him, it isn't,” Morris said, her voice soft and delicate as if catering her words to explain a basic topic to a child. “If he truly doesn't see you as attractive, if he truly thought you would look better in something else, you would be wearing it right now. He purposely chose this outfit, diapers and all, for you to wear tonight.”

I let her fingers lift my chin, forcing me to meet her eyes. I felt like a child before this woman, and it had nothing to do with my undergarments. I nodded weakly. 

She offered a curt nod, turning me towards the bed chamber. “Go forth and enjoy, my child.” Morris said softly, staying behind as I approached the doors, “If he minds your underwear so much, he will remove it.” 

I felt a fluttering in my chest as I pushed open the doors. The chamber has been transformed, the main lights off, and the room illuminated by soft glowing candles.

Dorian lay there in bed, wearing tight, form-fitting briefs and nothing else. He lay on his side, his head propped up on an arm as he watched me enter, the doors closing ominously behind me. 

I felt the queenly demeanor completely shattered beneath his gaze; the muscles and curves before me were far more attractive than I could ever be, even without a diaper. I felt myself wilt; this was not how I wanted to spend my evening, completely self-conscious and utterly humiliated. Dorian smiled, an encouraging smile, patting the bed beside him, “My Queen.” He said.

With little else to do, I started forward, my feet feeling like they were encased in lead. As I neared, I felt his gaze studying me head to toe. I waited for him to comment, to tell me off about how I was dressed, something, anything! 

But he remained quiet until I was standing before him, his fingers going to my chin and lifting it so our eyes met. “I’ve known since we first started talking that you were beautiful, my queen. As you stand here before me, words can't capture how I feel; they could never accurately capture your true grace. Tonight, I'm going to make you feel as beautiful as I think you are.” He said, sitting up and leaning forward, kissing me deeply.

End of Chapter 12

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*** Warning: this story contains addiction and suicidal thoughts ***

I dreamt that night. I watched the endless rainfall from dark clouds pattering against the windows, watching as it drummed across the land. The falling drops didn't bother those outside; most didn't even notice, too consumed by the ripples forming in the shallow mud puddles. I found myself wondering, when does a chaotic storm become natural?

I was startled awake as my alarm went off. Groggily, I reached over and grabbed my phone, silencing it. My diaper crinkled as I rolled onto my back. I had soaked my diaper in my sleep; my legs were bowed apart. The cold, dampness pressed against my thighs. I suckled a few times on the pink pacifier resting between my lips. My long, auburn-colored hair was a matted mess. I silently cursed whoever it was that invented mornings.

Sitting up, my soft, white blanket with yellow duckies patterned across the surface slid off me. My matching shirt was nearly too small, exposing most of my fair-skinned, hourglass-shaped stomach. I rubbed my soft green eyes.

I sat still in my crib for a few minutes; my back arched as I tried to gather my thoughts. I begrudgingly lowered my crib bars, signaling the start of my day. I swung my feet over the edge, letting them dangle momentarily. Finally, pushing myself out of my crib, I felt the cool touch of the carpet beneath my feet.

I had converted my bedroom into a cozy little nursery. My crib was pushed up against the corner of the wall. I had a changing table adjacent to it. Stacks of colorful and patterned diapers were neatly stacked on the shelves nearby. I had repainted my walls to a nursery white with childish designs.

I stared at my changing table, debating whether I wanted a fresh diaper before or after breakfast. In moments like these, I wished I had a Mommy. Not wanting to risk getting a rash, I undid the straps of my diaper. It fell between my legs, hitting the floor with a wet thud. Stepping out of my wet diaper, I jumped onto the changing table. Grabbing a fresh wipe, I thoroughly cleaned myself.

I reached for a pastel pink diaper with little teddy bears patterned on the front. I savored the softness between my fingers. I couldn’t help but smile as it crinkled when I unfolded it. Lifting my hips, I slid the fluffy diaper under me. Reaching for the bottle of baby powder, I added a generous layer before pulling the thick diaper between my legs. The cool touch formed my natural curves. One by one, I pulled the taps tight, securing them in place.

I lay on my changing table, suckling on my pacifier as I stared at the little plastic stars and planets tacked onto my ceiling. At night, they glowed warmly. I often dreamed I was exploring the universe, seeing uncharted planets, and discovering the hidden beauty beyond our reach.

My stomach growled, reminding me I needed to eat. My diaper crinkled as I sat up, the soft fabric rubbing against my thighs. Hoping off my changing table, I waddled over to my walk-in closet. I removed my babyish ducky shirt and replaced it with a light blue T-shirt. I grabbed a pair of loose-fitting grey sweatpants. If it weren’t for my crinkly diaper and slight waddle, no one would ever know I was wearing a diaper. I couldn’t help but enjoy the thrill I felt once others pieced together my wardrobe in public.

Like a good girl, I dragged my feet into my bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I winced as the brush bristles straightened the tangles in my hair. I didn’t wear any makeup, preferring a more natural look. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. Satisfied with my appearance, I walked out of the bathroom. I picked up my discarded nighttime diaper and threw it in my bin. I Grabbed my phone as I walked out of my nursery.

My house was rather quaint, in my opinion. I lived in a two-story home with a few extra bedrooms. My downstairs had an open living room, kitchen, dining room, and laundry room. I held on tightly to the wooden rail as I descended my stairs. I had fallen down them a few times, and even with the extra padding, they were still painful experiences.

I prepared breakfast, opting for a sweetened French Toast topped with powdered sugar and strawberry syrup. I even added a little bit of cool whip and freshly cut strawberries to top it all off. I had been a very good baby girl all week and deserved a little morning treat.

Sitting down at my table, I felt the thick padding of my diaper beneath me. It took me a moment to adjust it just right before I was able to cut into my fluffy, sugary toast. Rich flavors danced across my tongue. Closing my eyes, I let out a faint moan.

As my eyes opened, I saw the empty chair across from me. Familiar feelings of loneliness settled in my chest. The joy I had felt momentarily was overshadowed. A crushing, unseen weight settled upon my shoulders. I put my fork down; my appetite was soured.

I once had someone I shared my life with. Every morning, I would wake up and see her peacefully sleeping. The morning light filtered through the gaps in the closed curtains. I would try my best to sneak out of bed without disturbing her. I would make her favorite breakfast every weekend morning and bring it to her.

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks; I forced myself to push the memories away. It was too painful to think about. I hated myself for still getting so emotional. After losing her, I struggled. At first, I started drowning my sorrow in drinking. I started with mixed drinks to take the edge off. Slowly, I digressed into hard liquor until I passed out. There had been a few times when I woke up in my piss and vomit.

After getting tired of having to change my sheets and buy a new mattress, I decided I would pick up a pack of adult diapers from the store for my drinking binges. I reasoned that it's not like I would have noticed I was even wearing them after a few shots.

I was sitting on my bed the first time I wore a diaper. An unopened bottle of whiskey was on my nightstand. I couldn’t believe I was about to diaper myself like a child with a bed-wetting problem, but I forced myself to open the package, pulling out a plain, white diaper. I held it in my hands, just staring at it.

I winced as it crinkled in my fingers. It was either this, or I risk wetting the bed again. I briefly entertained the idea of maybe just not drinking as much. Glancing at the bottle, I knew that wasn’t an option. Taking a deep breath, I pulled down my pants and white panties. I positioned the diaper underneath me. The softness of the diaper molding my body wasn’t as bad as I thought. I pulled it between my legs, securing it in place.

I didn’t get up to grab the bottle of whiskey like I had planned. Instead, I remained perfectly still. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I awoke when I heard the birds singing out my window. The sun peeking through the gaps of my closed curtains.

Sitting up, I realized I had fallen asleep wearing a diaper. I had been in such a deep sleep I had wet myself. I was so appalled I ripped the diaper off me, throwing it across the room. Half naked, I crawled across my bed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. Its strong aroma filled the air, burning my senses.

I brought the bottle to my lips; I could almost taste its burning liquid on the tip of my tongue. Lowing the bottle, I took a deep breath. I felt my body shaking, silently begging for the promised relief of the amber-colored liquid. Why was I hesitating?

I glanced over at my soiled diaper, lying in a crumbled heap on the floor. Wearing that diaper last night somehow made me feel… safe. The World was somehow easier to handle. I put the bottle down as I eyed the open package of diapers.

My cell phone started ringing, pulling me from my memories. I didn’t recognize the number. Usually, I would have ignored it. For some reason, I decided to answer. “H-Hello?”

 “Good morning,” a warm, feminine voice said. “I am calling for Violet.”

“What is this about?” I asked.

“I’m calling from Second Chance Recovery,” the woman said. “We have a patient, Kat Lavoie, who listed you as an emergency contact.”

“Kat…” I said, suddenly remembering going to high school with her. I wouldn’t say we were ever friends or even passing acquaintances. “Yes, I know her.”

“We aren’t able to release her until someone comes and picks her up from the facility,” the woman said.

I remained silent for a few moments. “I can be there in about twenty minutes,” I said against my better judgement.

“When you arrive,” the woman said. “Please tell the receptionist you need to be led to the suicide watch ward.”

I nearly dropped the phone. Kat had tried to end her own life? “Ma’am, are you still there?” the woman asked.

“Yes,” I quickly said. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

My first abdl story, and first story on here. Original and all characters are over 18.

As they neared the end of their movie, Charlie hit the pause button and began to stand up. Bunny asked, “Whatcha doing honey?”

A little embarrassed, he replied “I have to go potty.”

Bunny shook her head. “Silly boy, you’re wearing a diaper, that’s what it’s for. Go ahead and just go potty in your pants and I’ll change you after. That way we can finish the movie.”

He sheepishly snuggled back into Bunny’s lap, saying no more. She gave him a minute and reached her hand beneath the covers, feeling he was indeed wet. As the movie ended, she grabbed him by the hand and led him to their bedroom.

She laid down a changing mat and directed Charlie to onto it. She pulled down his soft sweatpants slightly. Bunny took her time unsnapping his dinosaur onesie, running her fingers up and down the crotch a few times before firmly pulling the snaps. “Sit up so I can pull this over your head,” Bunny cooed. Like a good boy, Charlie put his hands above his head. Once the onesie was off, she pushed him back onto the bed.

Knowing he liked to try “helping” with his changes, which often caused a bigger mess, she often took to restraining his hands to the bed using soft restraining straps. “Hands up again, little one,” Bunny instructed. She fixed the soft cuffs to his wrists.

Bunny ran her hands down Charlie’s chest, past the diaper, and down to his pants. She removed them slowly.

Once he was stripped of everything but his now obviously wet diaper, with his hands firmly secured above his head, she slipped into the closet for a short minute. Knowing that she too had worn a diaper during the movie, he figured she was simply removing it and putting her own pajamas on.

As Bunny emerged, Charlie lifted his head in surprise to see she was wearing revealing lingerie. What it failed to conceal was that, over her own diaper, she had put on a strap-on. She approached and dimmed the lights. As she climbed onto the bed she whispered “it’s my turn to show you what I like and how to be on top.”

She carefully untaped Charlie’s diaper and lifted his ankles above his head again. She then took great care in wiping him clean before removing the wet diaper and setting it aside.

As Charlie lay there, exposed and vulnerable, he felt Bunny slide a large pillow beneath his lower back before his feet were lowered. Once everything was in place, he saw her slide between his legs and whisper, “I love you.”

She leaned up toward his head, reached under his pillow, and pulled out a sleep mask. She started to slip it over his head. Charlie, confused, asked, “but I thought you were going to show me…”

Bunny smiled. “Shhhh… Oh I am…. You’re not allowed to see it, you have to feel it.” Then she covered his eyes. “Oh, and you’re not allowed to take the mask off either.”

In a small voice, Charlie replied “ok.”

He felt Bunny’s hands travel down his chest, then down to his thighs. He felt her hands gently stroke his skin, going between applying pressure with her whole hands to lightly using her fingernails. Charlie felt her wrap her hands around his butt, cupping his cheeks. He felt, and heard, a quick, light slap on his left butt cheek. “You’ve been a naughty boy, trying to use the potty without permission.” The sting didn’t last long, but he blushed at the intent behind it.

“But, you did listen when I told you to use your diaper, and I can see you did a good job using it! Because of that, I’m going to give you a treat.” Charlie swallowed hard, anxiously awaiting her next touch with anticipation.

Bunny’s hand touched his thigh and, with trailed fingers, moved up to his swollen, hard shaft. She grasped it with her whole hand and stroked, while he heard the click of a bottle top. He pushed up into her hand.

“Uh uh, you must be a good boy and stay still,” Bunny said gently. Charlie laid his hips back down. He felt her warm fingers trace the ridges of his erection, then he felt her other hand slide between his butt cheeks. She found his warm, wet opening and inserted the tip of a finger.

Bunny continued to stroke Charlie’s shaft while she slowly explored with her other hand. He could tell she was getting more excited as he heard the crinkle of her diaper, knowing she was working herself against the blankets on the bed. Charlie let out a soft moan, and she followed with her own. She continued to rub the length of his rod.

After taking a few minutes to slowly plunge her finger deeper and deeper into his body, Charlie felt Bunny withdraw her hand. Then he knew was coming; a much firmer, bigger appendage. She was ready to use the strap on.

“Bring your legs up,” Bunny said in a gruff voice. Charlie immediately obeyed, wanting in one hand to please Bunny and in another hand to experience what she had in store for him. One of her hands grasped an ankle, while he knew the other was guiding the strap on to its destination. He felt the pressure on his prepared entry, and the gentle push in.

Charlie could hear Bunny’s breathing quicken, along with the crinkle of her diaper every time she thrusted. He could feel himself getting into the rhythm; he whimpered with the pleasure when she put her hand back to work keeping his erection hard.

Suddenly, she stopped. Charlie was confused. Had he done something wrong? He was trying so hard to be a good boy. He was about to ask when he felt what he thought was the strap on re-enter him. But it stayed. A new toy? “Now,” he heard Bunny say, “you’re going to follow the rules. Right?”

“Yes!” Charlie said with enthusiasm. That’s all he wanted to do was follow the rules.

“Good, now leave the butt plug in and the mask on. I’m going to release your hands.” Charlie felt the straps loosen holding his arms up; he slipped off the soft cuffs. “Give me one of your hands.”

He immediately pushed his right hand toward Bunny - she wasn’t touching him right now, but he knew she was still between his legs. She grabbed his hand and moved to his right side. What is she doing? he wondered.

She gently pushed his hand against her diaper. He felt the familiar plastic, and could tell she had wet herself somewhere along the journey. The thought gave him a new swell in his loins.

Bunny started working herself against his hand. “Stroke me through the diaper,” she demanded in a husky tone. He obliged her. Then he felt her mouth on his erection, sucking hard and fervently.

They went on that way, him stroking her, her sucking on him, and it didn’t take long to reach their climax. Both were breathing hard and moving in rhythm with each other. “Ohhhh slow down,” Bunny said with a full mouth. “I’m cumming too,” Charlie strained. Bunny knew to slow down at that point as well.

Charlie came in Bunny’s mouth while she came in her diaper. They both held the moment of ecstasy, not wanting it to end. Finally, Bunny laid down next to Charlie and told him he could take the mask off. “Next time, that’s what I want you to do to me,” Bunny said mischievously while she caught her breath.

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 11: A Royal Wedding

I was escorted to the Four Winds chapel, my attendants holding my train so as not to drag, my walk more of a pronounced waddle with the bulk of the diaper between my legs. My cheeks burned with shame, but I found that walking slowly reduced how obvious my padding was, as well as helped the dress. Servants and guards alike bowed to me as we traversed the halls of the castle, arriving at the Four Winds chapel; Prince Dorian was nowhere to be seen.

The priest was there, offering me a deep bow as I entered, my eyes flickering around the chapel. I turned my head to one of my attendants, “Where is my husband-to-be?” I whispered.

“He’s already received his blessing, your grace.” Morris responded, “You will not see him again until the ceremony.” 

I nodded, the priest stepping up to me, his hands to his side, palms facing me, “Your grace, it’s an honor to bless you and your wedding.” he said, bowing his head once more.

I realized rather quickly that this visit was a tradition and allowed the priest his moment to speak. He raised his chin, beginning the prayer. I let my eyes close; it felt like the right thing to do as I thought the winds stirred and enveloped me. While I could hear the priest and his words, I was more focused on the feelings pulsating through me, the winds wrapping themselves around me, working under my dress to kiss bare flesh. I felt a surge of power coursing through me, an echoing boom far off in the distance as if lightning had struck, and a sudden blinding light enveloped me.

I opened my eyes, startled; the priest stood before me, glowing softly and floating a few inches off the ground. The prayer seemed to be over; however, as he gently landed, the light faded, and the winds died off around me. He smiled warmly, “Go forth, in peace, your grace.” he said, bowing his head.

I nodded, turning, my attendants gathering my dress once more and leading me from the chapel. I felt a strength and limberness in my joints, a spring to my step. It took everything in me not to skip and grin like a silly schoolgirl. A gentle breeze stirred around me, carrying with it the lingering presence of the blessing. My attendants flanked me, their movements graceful and precise as they adjusted my veil and gown, ensuring everything was perfect. I wasn’t certain why, but I quickly found out. 

Outside this side of the chape, a procession awaited me, lined with guards in ceremonial crimson and gold, their spears tipped with banners fluttering in the breeze. The path was strewn with fresh flower petals, their fragrance sweet and comforting. I felt my heart thumping in my chest in anticipation, my nerves trying to gain purchase on me. The castle’s corridors were adorned with garlands of greenery and blossoms in the colors of the kingdom. The soft notes of flutes and lutes accompanied my procession, the music weaving a melody that echoed my heartbeat. Servants and nobles paused along my path, bowing deeply as I passed. Children peered out from behind pillars, whispering and pointing, their faces alight with wonder.

As my procession neared the grand staircase leading to the hall, sunlight poured in through a series of tall, stained-glass windows,  casting rainbow-hued beams across the stone floor. Each step down the staircase felt momentous, the weight of tradition and expectation mingling with my determination. At the base, another line of guards awaited, forming a path that led directly to the Great Hall’s wide-open doors. 

With each step, I could hear the growing murmur of the assembled crowd in the hall, their excitement and anticipation building. The air felt electric, charged with history and destiny. My attendants carefully lifted my train as he approached the entrance, and the herald announced my presence in a voice that carried through the hall like a wave.

As I stepped over the threshold, every eye turned to me, and the grand hall seemed to hold its breath. The music swelled around me, a regal and uplifting melody played by a choir of strings and wind instruments that filled every corner of the vast space. The sound seemed to echo in my chest, and each note matched the steady but forceful thrum of my heartbeat. I took my first step, my gown gliding gracefully along the polished stone floor, the golden embroidery catching and scattering the light. My breath was slow and deliberate, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as I moved towards the altar.

My eyes find him, Prince Dorian, standing tall at the end of the aisle, his posture both composed and tense. The sight of him sent a rush of warmth through me, mingling with the butterflies that had taken residence in my stomach. He was seeing me for the first time as his bridge, and I searched his face for a flicker of emotion. My eyes widened ever so slightly, a brief softening of his gaze as he took me in. It was enough to anchor me, to remind me that this moment belongs not just to tradition but to both of us. 

With each step, memories flooded my mind: my childhood dreams of love, the weight of my duty, and the countless uncertainties I faced. The soft strains of the music swirled around me, and for a moment, I felt as though I was walking through a dream. But this was no fantasy; this is my reality. I was not just walking to meet my husband-to-be; I was walking into a new life with all its promises and unknowns.

I noticed the faces around me, nobles, commoners, allies, strangers, and even my family, all watching, their expectations a heavy but familiar weight on my shoulders. Yet, as I drew closer to the altar, my focus narrowed. The world around me blurred, and all that mattered was the man I was about to stand beside, the vows we were to make, and the path we would carve together.

I breathed deeply, finding strength in the warmth of the blessing still lingering from the chapel. I lifted my chin slightly, determination flashing in my eyes. This was more than a ceremony; it was a promise to myself that I would meet whatever comes with courage, strength, and a heart that belonged to no one but myself and, perhaps, one day, to him as well. As the final notes of the music echoed and faded, I reached the altar, my gaze meeting Prince Dorian’s. In that silent exchange, the room fell away, and for a breathless moment, there was only the two of us, poised at the brink of a shared destiny. 

The hall fell into a respectful silence as Father Aelindor, Keep of the Winds, stepped forward, his flowing robe catching the light. The swirling patterns of green, gold, orange, and blue woven into his garments seemed almost to shimmer as he moved. His silver hair caught the glow of the candles surrounding the altar, giving him an ethereal presence. In one hand, he held his carved staff, its crystal tip glimmering softly, and in the other, a ceremonial vessel engraved with symbols of the elements.

Father Aelindor began with a deep, resonant voice that filled the Great Hall. “We gather under the watchful eyes of the Four Winds to witness the binding of two souls, Princess Liliana of House Eldenhart and Prince Dorian of the Four Winds Kingdom. The winds guide us in life, love, and strength. Today, they bless this union.”

The air in the hall felt charged as if the Winds themselves were present. A gentle breeze stirred despite being inside, carrying the scent of spring flowers. Father Aelindor raised the ceremonial vessel and dipped his fingers into the liquid within; a mixture said to represent the essence of each Wind. He anointed the forehead of Prince Dorian before mine with a single touch, whispering words in the ancient tongue. A ripple of energy passed through the room, and the crowd held its collective breath.

“Zephira, Wind of renewal,” he intoned, “bless this union with life and growth, Solian, warm Wind of vitality, grant them strength and abundance. Aridia, the wise Wind of change, guides their hearts with wisdom through the trials of life. Boreas, fierce Wind of endurance, shield their bond with resilience. You may exchange your vows.” he said, his head bowed before us, his palms pressed together as he blessed us.

“I, Dorian, stand before you, Liliana, and all who bear witness to offer my heart, my strength, and my truth. I vow to protect and cherish you in the face of every storm and beneath every sunlit sky. I will honor our bond with steadfastness and humility, seek wisdom from Aridia’s breath, and guard our love with the resilience of Boreas. In all things, I will strive to be your partner, your ally, and your love. This, I swear, under the gaze of the Four winds.” Prince Dorian vowed in a strong, determined voice.

My heart thudded in my heart, my memories lines coming to me slow and sluggish. “I, Liliana of House Eldenhart, stand before you, Dorian, and all who bear witness to offer my heart, my strength, and my truth. I vow to walk beside you through the warmth of summer’s light and the chill of winter’s shadow. I will honor our bond with courage and compassion, seek wisdom when we falter and nurture our union as Zephira nurtures the land. In all things, I will strive to be your partner, your ally, and your love. This, I swear, under the gaze of the Four Winds.”

Our vows were exchanged, and each word was carried clearly through the hall despite not raising my voice. As we finished, Father Aelindor raised his staff, and the Four Winds stirred once more, creating a circle of air that encased us in a shimmering veil. When the winds subside, he proclaimed, “By the blessing of the Four Winds, I declare this union sealed; may you walk together in balance and strength as one. You may kiss the bride.”

The room erupted in applause and cheers as the silk cord around our hands was unwound, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. The room was filled with cheers and applause, but the sound felt distant, as if it existed in another world, leaving only Prince Dorian and me in this small pocket of time. Prince Dorian turned to me, his eyes soft yet intense, searching mine for a moment of silent understanding. His gaze was steady, and there was a warmth there, a promise that extended beyond duty and expectation. My breath caught as he stepped closer, every moment deliberate, his hand gently lifted to my cheek. His touch was warm, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

For a split second, doubts, hopes, and a thousand memories flashed through my mind: what this union meant, the life I was leaving behind, and the unknown future of what lay ahead. But in the depth of his gaze, I found a steadiness that quelled my fears. I saw not only a prince but many who stood with me and for me in this pivotal moment.

As he leaned in, the world seemed to hold its breath. When our lips met, the touch was soft, respectful, and filled with a sense of tentative hope. It was a kiss that bridged who we were and who we would become together. The warmth of his lips contrasted with the cool breeze that briefly stirred around me as if the Winds themselves offered their blessing. For me, the kiss was both a grounding and a release, a realization that I was no longer alone in this journey and that we were bound not just by my ceremony but by choice. At that moment, I closed my eyes, letting myself feel the depth of it, the connection, the possibility, and the flicker of something that might one day become love. As we parted, my heart raced, and I knew that whatever the future held, I was no longer just a bride of a symbol; I was a partner.

As our lips part, the cheers and applause from the gathered crowd swell, filling the Great Hall with a thunderous wave of sound. The weight of the moment, of what we had just become to each other and the kingdom, hung in the air like a tangible force. I felt a rush of warmth, the kind that came from both exhilaration and relief. My gaze met Dorian’s once more, and there was a flicker of something new, a mutual understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of what we just shared.

Father Aelindor stepped forward, his voice cutting through the noise with calm authority. “Behold, the bond is sealed. May the Winds guide their path and bless their union for all the days to come.” 

The room grew quiet slightly, allowing his words to resonate before the applause resumed, accompanied by the melodies of flutes and stringed instruments. The music was joyous, lifting spirits and weaving a celebratory energy into the air. Dorian’s hand found mine, our fingers intertwining, and together, we turned to face the assembled nobles, dignitaries, and citizens of the kingdom. We stepped forward from the altar, our movements confident and purposeful, embodying the strength and unity expected of a royal couple. As we made our way down the aisle, people bowed deeply, offering words of blessing and cheers of support. I felt the warmth of their gaze, the hope and expectations of an entire realm resting upon our shoulders, and for the first time, I felt a spark of connection with these people.

Outside the Great Hall, the royal guards stood ready to escort us to the grand feast that awaited, a tradition steeped in joy, where we would celebrate with food, music, and dancing. The castle grounds were alive with festivity, and the sounds of celebration spilled into the air, laughter, music, and the crackling of touches. Before we stepped into the sunlight, Dorian paused, his grip on my hand tightening just a fraction. He turned to me with a small, genuine smile, a gesture that spoke of solidarity. “Shall we?” he asked softly, a hint of warmth in his voice.

I nodded, a smile touching my lips. Together, we stepped forward, ready to face whatever came next, side by side. The future was uncertain, but for now, in this moment of celebration and unity, we were one, bound by vows, strengthened by hope, and surrounded by the kingdom we now served together.

End of Chapter 11

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The two girls were in Katya’s bedroom, Sonia sitting on the demoness’s bed as she searched through drawers and dressers. The bed was quite large, not to mention the fact it was a canopy bed. So although she was excited to see what Katya was planning, she couldn't help but imagine making a blanket fort together.

“So bad news, we might not be able to do much more than hair accessories for you, but to make up for it I’ll see what cute stuff I have to wear. How’s that sound?” Katya asked, rummaging around through her closet.

“It’s ok, I like the sweater you have on now to be honest.”

“Oh~? Do I look sexy in it?” She asked with a smirk.

“No, it’s just really soft and great for hugs. Were you wanting me to find it sexy?” Sonia asked with a puzzled look, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“You’re too innocent for your own good. Same thing goes for your cuteness.” Katya said with a giggle, though Sonia was left in silence, trying to figure out if what Katya said was a compliment or not.

“Anywho my little darling, I have something I think will fit you.” Katya continued, holding up a hair band with a small bow on it, and upon putting it on Sonia, she looked perfect to the demoness. The cute face is much more visible with the lovely hair held back by the band, and the little bow being the cherry on top.

“So, how do I look?” Sonia asked with a little blush.

“You… look… Adorable!” Katya squealed excitedly. “I just want to squeeze you tight and give you lots of kisses.”

“But didn’t you say the same thing before I had the hair band on?”

“Yeah… But it doesn't mean I can't have the same opinion even if you’re wearing something different.”

“That’s fair.”

After trying the hairband, Sonia decided to keep it on for now, or at least until Katya found something else to try on her. Though even after lots of searching there wasn't anything else for Sonia to try. Her hair was too short for hair ties, and all the clothing was meant for Katya. Now the pair were left with not much to do now.

“Hey, Katya?”

“Hm? What's up sweetheart?”

“Do demons wear diapers normally?”

“Why do you ask?”

“It just came to me.” Sonia shrugged/

“Well, I know one who does. Isaac’s sister actually, she’s the one who helped me get all the stuff and your cute widdle onesie.”

“Did she get an injury too?”

“Nope, always had it. Or at least since I knew her.”

“How long was that?”

“I wanna say… late high school I think? She’s always been a big tough but sweet person. She’s taller than Isaac too actually.”

“Really? Hang on, how’d you find out she wore diapers?”

“Oh, we were having a slumber party with some other friends. A bit corny I know but I’m dead serious. Turns out pajamas don't exactly hide the padding well.” Katya said with an awkward giggle.

“Huh, I guess it makes more sense now why Isaac seemed used to it.”

“Yeah, Isaac kinda had to get used to our group of odd balls. She was so embarrassed when we accidentally found out, but want to know what we did?”

“What did you do?”

“That very next sleepover we were all wearing them with her. We even have a silly little anniversary where we all have a diapered sleepover together. It means a lot to us.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.”

“But I want to ask you, why do you want to be a girl? Most knights I’ve met are usually prideful and, well, masculine. You’re more like a village girl, personality wise anyway.”

“Well, I never really liked being manly. My best friend was this girl I knew when I was really young, but we stopped seeing each other when her dad became a baron. They got all high and mighty and didn’t let her see us ‘peasants’. She actually gave me Diggs.”

“How did she give it to you if you couldn't see each other?”

“She mailed Diggs with a letter saying the situation. She said she liked being with me. We had fun looking for butterflies and picking flowers. She would even call me girly.”

“So she insulted you?”

“She meant girly in a good way, like she would say it as a compliment.”

“Oh, I think I get it now. Please continue.”

“Alright, well I wanted to be a knight so I could see her again. But I ended up getting sent to the front lines, and fast forward to the bridge and cutting it once everyone was across and then here we are.”

“So all this time you never saw your friend? I’m so sorry dear.”

“It’s alright. They’re not bad memories, just being a bit nostalgic. I do wish I could see her and tell her I'm doing ok.”

Sonia looked down at the floor, a sad expression on her face as she reminisced. Though after a moment, Katya had an idea.

“Well, what’s her name?”

“Angeline Cain, though she always preferred that I called her Angie. Why do you ask?”

“Well, espionage is important in any society you see…” Katya said with a smirk, but leaving Sonia a little confused. “That means we have spies and secret messages being sent out.”

Sonia still wasn't sure where she was going with her point. “Could you explain it a bit more please? I don't get what you’re trying to say.”

“I'm saying we can kidnap her.”

“WHAT!? No, no, absolutely not!”

“Calm down, I was just kidding. I can have a letter sent explaining your situation and how you’re doing.”

“Oh, well if you do mark it from Simon. I don't think she knows I go by Sonia now.”

“How about you just tell me what to write? She probably knows how you speak so she’ll be more likely to believe it if it’s your words. We can do it after dinner.”

“Sounds good, but we can still snuggle together right?”

“Obviously, and we’ll also have our story time.”

“Story time!” Sonia yelled excitedly, making Katya giggle.

The night for the pair was uneventful, but for the demon kingdom's information network, they had an important job to do. With the combination of magic, elite spies, and a smidgen of luck, a letter would be found on the vanity that next morning.

The sun gleamed through the large windows of the manor, a woman sleeping messily on her bed before a knock was heard on her door.

“Morning Miss Angeline, I hope you slept well.” Said a maid as she stepped inside.

“Mrrrmph, morning.” Responded Angie in a grumpy tone.

“Beautiful day is it not?”

“It’s another day, another dumb ass marriage proposal. Being a noble sucks!” Whined the woman as she got out of bed. “So who’s the horny loser I have to meet this time?”

“I’m not sure, milady, I apologize. Hm?” The maid spied something sitting on the vanity and picked it up.

“It’s alright, sorry if I sound pissed, I promise it’s not your fault.” Said Angie rubbing her eyes.

“Madam, is there anyone you can think of who would call you ‘Angie’?” The maid asked, holding the envelope up.

Angie took the envelope, opening it without a second thought. Aside from her father, only one person would call her Angie. She took out the sheets of paper, reading every word, emotions flowing in a flurry of chaos as happiness, sadness, fear, and relief were all shown on her face in a matter of moments.

“Um, milady, are you alright?” The maid asked as a large smile formed on the woman’s face.

“I’m going to be gone for a while, mind getting my horse ready?”

“Of course, I’ll be off.” The maid said leaving quickly.

Angie quickly started getting dressed and prepping for a journey. Not only will she not have to be married to someone she didn't even know, but she would see her best friend after all these years. It was a chance for her to be free. She was also incredibly curious about demon society. What food would they have? What religious practices? How did they make their buildings? 

“Hope you’re ready Sonia, the second I see you you’re gonna get the biggest hug of your life.”

“Achoo!” Sonia sneezed, sitting in her high chair for breakfast.

“You ok Sonia? You’re not getting a cold are you?” Katya asked, wiping the girl's face.

“I’m fine. Someone must be talking about me.”

“You think it’s Angie?~” Teased Katya.

“Maybe, I don't think I'm that lucky though.” Said Sonia, unaware that a reunion would be sooner than even Katya would expect.

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 10: Wedding Dress

Prince Dorian had, thankfully, followed his mother’s advice, taking me back to our bed chamber after dinner and getting my diaper changed. I was beginning to like the woman more and more. Perhaps he was simply embarrassed and didn’t want a repeat of dinner. Still, Prince Dorian decided not only against adding any boosters to my diaper for the night but also against using the belt. I felt comfortable that night; the tight-fitting onesie he dressed me in was as humiliating and belittling as the first, but I found I enjoyed the feeling of the form-fitting garment. 

I woke early the next morning to an empty bed. I sat up, rubbing groggy eyes as I glanced around the room. Where had Prince Dorian gone? As I sat up, I realized what had woken me; my attendants were busying themselves in the room, preparing clothing for the day. The older of the two, Morris, I believe her name was, noticed I was awake. She turned toward me, bobbing a small curtsy, “Good morning, your grace.” she said, striding up towards the bed.

“Where is the Prince?” I asked curiously, the blankets pulled up around me to provide some level of decency.

“He is preparing for the wedding, your grace,” Morris said, keeping her chin low to show subservience. “We should get you ready as well, your grace.”

I nodded, sliding back up against the headrest of the bed. Morris turned and clapped a short rhythm; the doors opened, and a servant approached carrying a silver cloche-covered tray.  I pulled the blankets around me further, covering the infantile garment I was wearing as the servant uncovered the tray, revealing a tray of food and a glistening glass of juice. I found my mouth watering as Morris took the tray, and the servant offered me a bow before retreating and leaving the room. She turned back to me, holding the tray and delivering it, setting it across my lap. “Your grace, if you will, I would suggest using your diaper while you eat. Afterward, we will get you changed into your wedding attire,” she said, bowing her head and retreating.

I was caught off guard by her comment, my cheeks burning brightly. I wasn’t able to meet Morris’s eyes, although she had already returned to her colleagues to continue their work. I was completely mortified to have my padded state so casually discussed like that and to have a servant, a storming servant, tell me that I should USE my diaper! Well, it was enough to turn my entire body red with shame. I focused my energy on eating instead, a smaller replica of what we had eaten yesterday morning. I noticed that everything I had taken and eaten yesterday was present again this morning as if they had watched and seen what I enjoyed. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be locked into this meal forever more.

The meal was as tasty as any other I had had thus far in this castle; the castle’s cooks were certainly good at their jobs. I shifted uncomfortably as I realized that I did need to use the restroom. I usually did in the mornings. Along with the suggestions of my attendants, I was able to soak myself to my utter shame. The second, more pressing issue was more challenging to deal with. I did NOT want to do that in a diaper. I cast a glance at my attendants, an idea crossing my mind.

“Morris?” I asked.

The older lady turned, bowing slightly, “Yes, your grace.” she asked, approaching me.

“I need to relieve myself. Is there a restroom nearby?” I asked.

Morris lifted her chin subtly, “Your grace, you are wearing your restroom.” she answered simply.

“Yes, but I need to… do more than just relieve my bladder, and I don’t want to burden you with cleaning that.” I tried, hoping she would give in.

I saw the briefest twinkle in the older woman's eyes, her lips curving subtly at the edges as she answered, “Your grace, it’s an honor to be your attendant; I wouldn’t have taken the position if I wasn’t expecting to change you, messy or not. I trained for years with the Queen as her attendant. The Queen herself assigned me to you, thanks to my expertise.”

I gritted my teeth; while I had tried to keep my voice low so as not to attract attention, Morris seemed to have no such reservations. “I would rather use the restroom.” I stated more firmly, “Where is one?”

Morris didn’t back down if anything, and she puffed up more, “Your grace, we are under strict orders to ensure you follow the Prince’s training regime. If you need to soil yourself in such a manner, I would suggest you do so before we change you after breakfast.” she said, turning on her heels and retreating, leaving me stunned.

I had never been treated like that by a servant, and it left me feeling belittled and degraded. I wanted to fight back, to finally be able to use the bathroom, but what was the point? If I pushed her, she would certainly get the guards, or worse, Prince Dorian here to force me into submission. Even if I managed to summon the Wind of Summer, I couldn’t take on a whole kingdom just to prevent from messing myself. Much to my dismay, I realized that the best thing I could do was to use my diaper.

I groaned, my cheeks burning brightly as I shifted, lifting my rear off the bed and giving a gentle push. I had been on the verge of an accident anyway, and even if I had been permitted to use the bathroom, there was a strong likelihood that I wouldn’t have made it. My body burned with shame as I felt the mess squishing into the seat of my diaper, pressing outward. I kept my rear off the bed, utterly mortified. 

My other attendant, Elara, approached me, her head bowed. “Are you finished, your grace?” she asked.

At first, I thought she was talking about the act of soiling myself, and I was about to yell at her. The thought that it was okay for a servant to ask me such intimate questions was beyond mortifying. However, I noticed she was motioning toward my nearly empty tray. I found my appetite had faded with the shame coursing through me. I nodded weakly as she took the tray. Morris stepped up beside her as Elara took the tray away, pulling the blankets back and making me yelp in surprise, my rear still elevated off the bed.

While she didn’t say anything, I felt Morris’s eyes on my midsection, clearly studying me and realizing what I was doing.  “Are you finished, your grace?” she asked.

This time, I knew for a fact what she was asking about. I gritted my teeth, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing as best as I could without putting weight on my rear. “I am, thank you very much,” I said as dignified as I could, standing before this woman in an infantile onesie and a wet and messy diaper.

Morris, however, put a hand on my chest, pushing me back onto the bed and forcing me to sit. I grimaced, feeling the mess squish beneath me, “We’ll change you here, your grace.” she said, the slightest twinkle in her eye. 

I grimaced; she knew exactly what she was doing and was treading a fine line between being subservient and helpful. I gritted my teeth, letting her undo the snaps of the onesie between my legs and pulling the garment over my head. “Fine, be at it then,” I said, embarrassed as I was laid back.

Elara returned, holding a small stack of supplies, and Morris wasted no time popping the tabs of my diaper and pulling it open. I stared up at the ceiling, utterly mortified to be having my diaper changed, especially a messy one, by my attendants. Neither woman made a fuss of it, though, thankfully, wiping me clean with the expertise of a grandmother, hoisting my legs up, and pulling the soiled diaper out from beneath me, leaving me completely naked. 

Elara began unfolding this new diaper; it was a pristine white and seemed larger than the others I had worn. I gave it a quizzical eye as Morris began spreading it beneath my rear, gently setting me down upon the garment. “That is different than my usual ones,” I stated.

Morris nodded, “It is, your grace. This diaper was specially designed for your wedding day; it’s unlikely you’ll be able to be changed again until after the festivities; this needs to last you all day.” she explained, much to my mortification.

I groaned, realizing that I would be stuck in this diaper for a while; it was no wonder Morris had suggested I use my night diaper before changing it. If I hadn’t been able to go, I would certainly have been able to shortly after being changed. I nodded weakly, feeling a generous layer of powder being applied before the diaper was pulled into place. My intuition had been correct; this diaper was larger and thicker, similar to the pink diapers I had been wearing with the booster. They came well over my belly button and nearly midway up my back, the bulky garment forcing my legs to the side. “Is there a reason it’s so large?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” Morris responded, “Not only does it add absorbency, it lessens the chances of leaks, and, should you need to mess again, it offers more room, too.” 

I thought there had been nothing more they could say that would humiliate me, and she had proven me wrong. I blushed with shame as they helped me sit up, Elara making my soiled diaper disappear as I stood. The diaper was wider than my other diapers, too, forcing my legs apart; I would absolutely waddle in this thing. “I’m going to look like an idiot waddling in this!” I whined, trying to take a few steps.

“No one will notice, your grace.” Morris explained, “You will be endowed with layers upon layers in your wedding gown; everyone will assume it’s from that.” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward where they had set up the gown.

What I saw took my breath away. The wedding dress was crafted from layers of the finest silk and shimmering tulle, blending shades of soft ivory and pale gold that caught the light with every movement. The fabric was airy and graceful, flowing like a gentle breeze. The bodice was intricately embroidered with golden threads, forming patterns of swirling winds, leaves, and blossoms that symbolize the unity of the Four Winds. Tiny crystals were sewn into the design, sparkling like dew drops on morning petals and giving the dress a touch of ethereal magic. The neckline was elegant and softly scalloped, adorned with a delicate line of pearls.

The sleeves were sheer and fitted, tapering gently at the wrists where they ended in a delicate lace trim. As the dress moved, the sleeves caught the light, appearing almost weightless. Around the waist, a satin sash in a rich golden hue was tied in an elaborate knot at the back; its log ends trailing down to the floor. The skirt of the dress flowed from the waist in soft, cascading layers that created the impression of clouds or rippling water. The hem was embroidered with more golden leaves and symbols of the Four Winds. Completing the ensemble was a delicate veil of fine lace adorned with tiny gemstones in the colors of each Wind.

I ran my hand along the delicate fabrics, forgetting for a moment that I was standing before two women dressed in nothing but a thick diaper. I blushed as I glanced down at my nearly nude form, Morris stepping up and, along with the help of Elara, guiding the dress over my head. It took their combined effort to get the garment into place, straightening the skirts and flares, pulling lace tight and retying bows, singeing the dress tight around me. I felt it tighten around my midsection, moving with every breath, the gown showcasing a tasteful amount of cleavage as the woman worked.

With the dress in place, they began working my hair, drawing brushes and combs through the notes that had formed overnight, twisting strands into a beautiful braid that draped across the rest of my hair. They fixed a simple white bow atop the braid to hold everything in place before setting the veil in place. The long, delicate tulle was pulled back for the moment, draping down my back as the woman set to work with makeup.

Their hands were delicate but well practiced, applying a thin layer and covering blemishes before adding a thin, golden tiara to my head. As a last touch, the woman helped my feet into delicate-looking white slip-ons with thin straps. Thankfully, with the dress fully covering my feet, there was no reason for high heels, although I would have still preferred the height. But neither offered a pair as they pulled the straps tight, encompassing my feet. Given the thick diaper between my legs, it likely wasn’t a good idea to be in high heels anyway. 

The woman stepped back, studying me, walking around and fixing any minute details they saw out of place. Finally, they seemed finished, nodding their heads in approval. “How do I look?” I asked curiously.

“See for yourself, your grace,” Morris said, swiveling a full-sized mirror around to face me.

As the mirror came around to face me, I gasped in surprise. The sight that greeted me felt both dreamlike and startlingly real. The dress, which I had admired in stillness before, now flowed and breathed with my every movement. The soft ivory and pale gold fabric glimmered, catching the light and making me appear almost otherworldly. The embroidered patterns of swirling winds and tiny crystals sparkled across the bodice. My fiery red hair cascaded around my shoulders apart from the beautiful braid and delicate bow, the circle of gold resting upon my head glinting with gemstones that seemed to pulse—the delicate lace veil draped over my shoulders and down my back.

I noticed the way the sheer, fitted sleeves hugged my arms, the lace at my wrists framing my hands like a work of art. The satin sash at my waist accentuated my form, while the trailing ends created a sense of regal grace. The cascading layers of the skirts seemed to ripple and dance. 

But beyond the beauty of the gown, what truly struck me was the reflection of myself, transformed, standing on the precipice of destiny. At this moment, I saw not only as a bride but also as a future queen, a woman stepping into a life filled with challenges, power, and hope. The gravity of it brought warmth to my chest and a hint of tears to my eyes as I took in the full weight of who I was becoming. 

“Try to contain your tears, your grace.” Morris said, stepping forward with a small hand towel, drying my eyes, “Your makeup will run.”

I nodded sheepishly, containing myself as my eyes were dried. “Of course, thank you both, it’s stunning.” 

Both women smiled warmly, happy with the compliment, “It was our honor, your grace.” Elara responded with a small bow. “If we want to be on time, we need to be leaving,” she added.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to be late for my wedding!” I said in a lighthearted manner. 

“I do believe that as the bride, the wedding revolves around you, your grace,” Morris said with a small chuckle as both women stepped to either side of me, supporting me as we started towards the bed chamber doors.

As the heavy doors to my bed chamber closed behind me, I felt the weight of each step I took echoing through the halls. My heart was a whirlwind of emotions, anticipation, nervousness, and a flicker of hope. The fabric of my gown rustled softly with each movement, the gravity of my role as both a bridge and a future queen weighing heavily upon me. My attendants walked close at hand, their quiet presence both reassuring and grounding.

Thoughts raced through my mind: memories of my childhood, moments spent dreaming of an unknown future, and the reality of the man I was about to marry. I wondered if Prince Dorian felt the same weight pressing upon him if his heart, too, was caught between the demands of duty and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. I felt the warmth of the golden sash around my waist; its trailing ends were a reminder of the path I had chosen for me. My eyes scanned the corridors, which had already seemed to grow familiar, but they felt different now, as if each stone and tapestry whispered of change. I could feel fear, yes, but there was a spark of determination there, too. This moment was not merely about ceremony or tradition; it was a chance for me to forge my own story to shape what the future holds. With each step, I resolved to be more than just a symbol or a pawn; I would be a force, a partner, and a leader in whatever destiny awaited me.

End of Chapter 10

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The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 9: Royal Invitation

‘My attendants have taken on a maternal role, waking me well before my husband does to change my diaper and feed me a bottle. I was upset the first few times they did this. However, it does simplify my day, taking some of the load off my shoulders. Often, they seem to be spiking the bottles with something that makes me wake up soiled. While it’s an unpleasant experience to wake up to, it leaves me without having to mess up for the rest of the day, for which my skin thanks me.

On top of being fed first thing in the morning while they change me, it means I don’t need to waste time going to breakfast. Combined with my evening feedings, I have much more time to myself during the day to complete my duties. My husband warned me that I’d be treated more and more like a baby the longer we were together. I didn’t believe him, and I knew I would put up a fight; yet, years later, I’m finding his approach, while unorthodox, to be helpful in several ways I had never imagined.

I realize I’m playing right into the hands of my attendants as well as my husband. He loves seeing me as I am, but the longer it goes, the more challenging I find it to resist. Both he and my attendants heap praise upon me, and following regular spankings, I find the fight I used to have a past memory.

I fear if things do not change soon, I’ll be reduced to a full-time baby, as my husband seems to want. I’m worried I will not have the willpower to stop it either soon.’

• Queen Izabell, the third

I closed the book, feeling goosebumps on the back of my neck. I had only read a few entries of her biography, each growing more and more unique and unnerving. Queen Izebell had started her life in this kingdom similarly to me, being forced into diapers and some light, baby-like treatment. Over time, her treatment had evolved, and before she knew it, she needed to wear head gowns that covered her mouth to hide the fact she was nursing a pacifier nearly all the time. I worried that Prince Dorian would have similar objectives for my training. 

I squirmed, feeling my bladder growing full once again. I briefly wondered if the prince had anything to do with it. I wasn’t convinced he wasn’t behind everything I felt. But, he seemed engrossed in a book of his own. I wanted to get up and find the restroom, but what was the point? As soon as I stood, I knew he would immediately ask me what I was doing. On top of that, my attendants, who lounged nearby, would surely tail me and tattle on me as soon as we got back. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that he forgot to put the belt back on; I could easily get out of my diaper.

I felt trapped. I couldn’t get out of this thing without others knowing, and even if I managed to make it to a bathroom somewhere in the castle without being noticed, someone would certainly tell the prince, or, even worse, he’d see the tabs of the diaper being torn and damaged. I groaned, sitting back; I wanted to find at least a place to hide, but what was the point? Once again, as soon as I got up, he’d ask. I could make an excuse that I wanted to find a book myself, but the scholars were ever-dutiful and catered to our every whim. Begrudgingly, I realized the best and easiest course was to use my diaper simply. I didn’t fancy giving Prince Dorian another excuse to humiliate me; I’d rather him not know at all.

I sat back, trying to relax, but years of potty training kept me dry. My bladder didn’t give up, and before long, I managed a small trickle before fully releasing myself. I let out a small sigh of relief as the pressure relinquished its grasp on me. I could feel the diaper swelling beneath me, and one of my hands found its way between my legs, feeling my dress and making sure nothing leaked. As before, my diaper held my accident easily, swelling considerably more with the boosters; I had forgotten about those.

I glanced over at Prince Dorian, who was nose-deep in a novel of his own, one on military strategy. In fact, all of the books he had been delivering were about politics or strategy. Meanwhile, the books I had before me were biographies and romances, nothing of significant value. It seemed, even now, he wanted to control what content I consumed. He glanced up at me and smiled, “Enjoying the book?” he asked.

“Have you read these accounts?” I asked, motioning toward the book.

Prince Dorian shook his head, “No, it’s unsightly for a man to be seen reading such materials.”

I narrowed my eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, “A king doesn’t worry himself with the concerns of the individual; rather, he occupies himself with the issues of the whole.”

“So, you mean to say the books you gave me are all concerns of the individual, and why should I bother with them if I’m to be a queen?” I asked.

“Because it’s your place.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “You can worry about the concerns of the people while I handle other issues.” he said, closing his book.

While he wouldn’t say it outright, I realized he meant that I wasn’t to be trusted with more dignified manners; I was too soft or too delicate to handle issues of the state. I found myself rolling my eyes, “Fine, so be it.” I said, shaking my head, “Don’t we have an announcement to get to?” 

Prince Dorian glanced towards the wall; an intricate clock hung there, quietly ticking along, “I suppose it is about time.” he said, standing.

Immediately, scholars stepped forward, gathering the books and retreating with bows. Prince Dorian offered a hand and helped me to my feet, my stance wider to accommodate my freshly soaked diaper. I blushed as we started towards the doors of the library, quickly finding that I had to waddle a touch more than before. We left the library, the doors closing behind my assistants as we continued down the hallway. Prince Dorian gave me a curious look before I felt his hand upon my ass, feeling me up. 

I blushed, “Hey! What are you doing?” I asked, embarrassed.

“Just checking your diaper.” Prince Dorian responded, his hand feeling my crotch through the thin fabric of my dress. “You wet yourself, good girl; I’m proud of you,” he said, squeezing my soggy crotch.

I squirmed, pulling subtly away from his grasp as he relinquished his grasp. I felt ashamed at not only having my diaper checked but also at being praised like this. My cheeks were on fire, especially given the fact that I wasn’t going to be changed. A part of me was glad I wasn’t going to be subjected to the humiliation of yet another diaper change, but I was also unhappy that I had to remain in this soiled diaper.

We continued down the corridors, winding our way through the castle. I was curious to see where the king was going to make his announcement and what his announcement would be. I didn’t have long to wonder.

The arena where the king was set to make his speech was a massive open-air structure built from pale stone and designed to hold crowds from all corners of the kingdom. Its circular walls rose high, decorated with banners in crimson and gold, each bearing the symbols of the Four Winds as well as the family crest. Stone archways line the perimeter, leading into seating areas and offering views of the main platform in the center. The energy of the arena was palpable, with commoners, nobles, and warriors alike filling the seats, their excited chatter echoing off the stone walls.

As we arrived, we were escorted to a secluded viewing area tucked above the arena floor. This balcony was positioned high enough to give us an unobstructed view of the central platform. Still, it was shadowed by a large stone overhang, rendering it nearly invisible from the lower seating area. A lattice of ivy and flowering vines grew along the fence, adding an extra layer of concealment.

Rickly cushioned chairs and a small table with refreshments awaited us. Crimson and gold drapes hung along the edges of the balcony, lending it an air of refinement. The stone walls were carved with swirling patterns reminiscent of the Four Winds.

I took a seat, an attendant stepping forward and offering me a glistening glass, dripping with condensation in the afternoon warmth, and setting a plate of fruit between Prince Dorian and me. The drink was a mixture of different fruit juices, sweet and tangy. We had arrived right on time.

A deep, rhythmic beat of drums filled the arena as the crowd quieted, anticipation rippling through the air. All eyes seemed to turn toward the central platform, where the king stood in full regalia, his figure imposing and regal against the backdrop of crimson and gold banners. His dark blue cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, edged in golden embroidery that caught the light. He raised a hand, his fingers subtly beckoning the wind itself to join him.

With a quiet invocation, the king channeled his connection to the Four Winds. A gentle yet commanding breeze stirred, circling him and amplifying his presence. The wind carried the faint scent of spring blooms and autumn leaves. The breeze grew stronger, swirling through the arena and quieting even the furthest reaches of the crowd as if nature itself was commanding attention.

When the king spoke, his deep voice resonated through the arena, carried effortlessly by the wind so that each word reached every ear, no matter how high or distant. His words were both powerful and calm, imbued with a confidence that drew his people closer, even in silence.

“People of the Four Winds Kingdom,” he began, his voice unwavering. “Today, we gather to witness a moment of change, a time when our past and future converge. The Winds themselves have blessed this day, and with their guidance, we stand united as one people, one kingdom.”

As he spoke, the wind responded to the king’s tone, rising and falling with the cadence of his speech, almost as if it was alive. “The Winds have blessed our family with a new daughter,” he said, his hands raised in joy. 

The crowd erupted in cheers and excitement, standing and clapping. The noise was nearly enough that I needed to cover my ears to block some of it out. When the king spoke, I could hear him clear as day despite the excitement of the crowd. “Tomorrow, we bless the marriage of prince and princess, securing the kingdom and honoring the rightful heir to the throne. Let the kingdom celebrate the occasion, let the wine flow, and let no mouth go hungry. Go forth, and may the Four Winds bless you all.” he finished his speech.

From my vantage point, I could feel the winds stirring, a strong breeze gusting around the arena, seeming to culminate around the king. Indeed, as I watched, his robes fluttered violently, and suddenly, the winds rose beneath him, lifting the King into the air and rocketing him forward and into the castle, the cheering of the crowd chasing him. The drums began again, their rhythmic thumping reverberating in my chest as Prince Dorian gently pulled me back from the ledge and into the secluded section of the castle.

“Well, that was a tad dramatic,” I said as Prince Dorian took my hand, leading me away.

He chuckled, “My father was always one for the dramatic flare.”

“That was it, though? That was his big speech. Why did they gather so many people?” I asked.

Prince Dorian shook his head, “That was just the most exciting piece that everyone would be talking about; other high-ranking officials took his place after we left and are giving other speeches of political importance.”

I realized I was still holding the drink, barely having taken even a sip. I took another long sip, savoring the sweet flavor. “Where to now?” I asked.

Prince Dorian grinned, “Always want to know and always want something to do.” he said, shaking his head, “We are going to get dinner before bed; we both have a long, long day tomorrow.”

“And what’s wrong with wanting stuff to do?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Nothing, I suppose.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “Most ladies I’ve dealt with would prefer lounging around and chatting all day.”

“What about our encounters so far that makes you think I’m so shallow, Prince Dorian?” I said with a sly grin. 

“Absolutely nothing.” Prince Dorian said with a laugh, his hand tightening around mine. “You constantly keep challenging my worldviews.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know exactly what he meant by that; it felt like an insult, but he meant it as a compliment. I gave him a sidelong look as we arrived at the dining hall.

The Queen was there, dining alone. Her posture was prim and perfect. She cast her eyes towards us as we entered, “Didn’t you want to hear your father’s message?” she asked Prince Dorian as attendants quickly made places for us to eat, helping us sit. 

“Regarding our wedding? Already did.” Prince Dorian said with a small chuckle, “All seven sentences.”

The Queen shook her head, sighing, “That man. The people adore him, and he shows them the absolutely bare minimum of himself before disappearing into his studies.”

I felt Prince Dorian take my hand as we sat, the servants bringing us food. I glanced at him as he cast his head down, his eyes closing as he began a quiet prayer. I followed suit, allowing him to finish before we ate. 

The Queen waved her hand toward the servants, shooing them from the room, the doors closing with a solid thunk behind them. She turned her gaze to me, and I felt my heart leap, “How are you, my dear? Is my son treating you with respect, or is he taking too much after his father’s teachings?”

“He treats me well, your grace,” I responded. 

She waved her hand dismissively, “We are alone, child, no need for the formalities. Tell me the truth.”

Prince Dorian leaned over, “She has an unnerving ability to determine when people are lying or, at least, not telling the whole truth.”

“And my hearing is good too.” The Queen said, jabbing her fork toward the Prince, “Maybe if you spent less time studying Summer’s Wind and more time with Spring, you’d also have such innate abilities.” she turned her gaze back to me.

I felt like an insect beneath a microscope, her eyes studying me as I shifted nervously. “Well, I could do without the maintenance… uhh…” I glanced at the prince, my cheeks flushing.

“The maintenance spankings?” The Queen said with a chuckle, “You’ll get used to it or channel a bit of Summer to thicken your skin and then fake it till your husband believes it.” 

Prince Dorian gasped, “Mother!” he said indignantly, “You cheat the holy sanctitude of maintaining obedience?” 

“You’ve been listening to your father far too much, son.” The Queen responded with a shake of her head, “You men use it as an excuse to beat your wives and get away with it.” she hadn’t stopped looking at me, “Has he been changing you as needed?”

I shifted uncomfortably, blushing. The Queen shot a look to Prince Dorian, reaching over and smacking him lightly upside the head, “Why haven’t you changed your fiancée yet?”

Prince Dorian blushed, “Mother, she has a booster in, and she is wearing a-,” The Queen interrupted him.

“Do you want her to get diaper rash? Honestly, you men.” The Queen said, shaking her head, she glanced back to me, “At least tell me he changes you promptly when you need to mess.” 

I blushed even more deeply; this woman seemed to have no decorum, or maybe it was just this entire family who had none. I shifted uncomfortably but nodded, “He did; I’ve only had to once.”

“Good; get it out of the way in the morning so you don’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day.” The Queen said, polishing off her meal. “If it’s not timed well for you, my child, ask your attendants for a bottle of formula. It’s a family recipe and will help keep you regular.”

“Mother!” Prince Dorian squealed, his face blushing as deeply as mine, “We are eating! This is no place for such topics.”

The Queen waved her hand dismissively as she stood, “You’ll be fine; you and your father are the ones that brought this on; you reap what you sow.” her fingers pulled Prince Dorian’s ear, making him grimace in pain, “Right after dinner, no delays, get her into a fresh diaper, don’t make her wait.” she said, approaching the doors to the dining hall.

Since the attendants had left, she had to open the doors herself, but immediately after, servants flooded the hall once more. Prince Dorian gave me a sheepish look, “Sorry.” he mumbled, although I have no idea if he was apologizing for his behavior, the Queen's behavior, or the fact that he hadn’t changed me yet. Either way, I believe I found someone who could finally put the King and Prince Dorian in their places; I had a lot to learn from this woman.

End of Chapter 9

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Slowly opening up her eyes, Peaches looks around her room groggily. Hearing her door open she looks over to see Mommy walking back in to check on her. “Well hey there sleepy girl.” Mommy coos. “ I was just coming to wake you, I know you must be hungry.” Mommy reaches down to rub Peaches’ tummy before trailing her hand further down to give her diaper a squeeze. “ Hmmm, you are still dry. You know it’s bad for you to hold your bladder that long.” Mommy says as she applies pressure to Peaches tummy. Realizing just how much she needs to go Peaches begins to squirm, doing her best to hold it in.

Mommy watches Peaches with a knowing smile, but she won’t be deterred. Picking up the magic wand from earlier Mommy places it on the front of Peaches diaper. “You will wet your diaper like a good little girl.” Mommy says as she turns the wand on high while applying even more pressure to Peaches bladder. Leaning down, Mommy whispers in her ear, “ Be a good girl and cum for Mommy.” As if a dam finally broke, Peaches moans around her pacifier as her orgasm rips through her and her bladder empties. “Such a good baby girl, wetting her diaper for Mommy! But since I had to wait for you to use your diaper, you will have to wait for me to change it.”

Helping Peaches to stand, the full diaper making it more difficult, Mommy leads Peaches over to a rocking chair. Sitting down Mommy guides Peaches to sit in her lap, before helping her recline so that she is being held and rocked like a baby. “ Now I know you must be hungry so I am going to feed you.” Mommy says as she unbuttons her top revealing her very heavy breast topped with large dark nipples. Peaches can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at her own much smaller breast. Peaches licks her lips as she continues to stare, watching as milk begins to leak from Mommy’s nipples. Applying some pressure to the back of Peaches’ head, Mommy guides her to her breast, holding her there until she begins to suckle. “ That’s Mommy’s good girl, suck on Mommy’s titts.” Mommy coos. Reaching down with her free hand Mommy begins to lightly pinch Peaches smaller pink nipples, watching them turn slightly darker as they harden from her attention. Peaches moans against Mommy’s breast as she continues to swallow down Mommy’s milk. Both women are so fully engrossed in each other that neither one notices the door opening. It isn’t until the long forgotten plug filling Peaches’ bottom starts to vibrate that Mommy looks up at the door. Peaches lost in the sensation of the plug in her bottom and Mommy playing with nipples, begins trying to hump the air, trying her best to achieve the orgasm that is just out of reach.

The sudden clearing of Daddy’s throat echos through the room, jerking Peaches away from her orgasm. Releasing Mommy’s breast, she turns towards the door. “I didn’t tell you to stop little girl.” Daddy growls, a dark look in his eyes. “ I just decided it was time for Daddy to have some fun, and I wanted to see how your training was progressing. And as much as I enjoy watching you with Mommy, I think it is Daddy’s turn now.”

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 8: The King

The king’s chamber was a grand, circular hall bathed in golden light that poured in through towering arched windows lining one side of the room. The windows were adorned with deep crimson drapes, trimmed in gold, hanging in regal folds that framed the sunlight and lent a warm, almost ethereal glow to the entire space. At the center of the room, a raised platform held the king’s throne, a magnificent seat crafted from dark, polished wood with intricate carvings. The throne was adorned with golden accents that swirled around its frame like vines, culminating at the top where a crown-like design rose.

Above, a massive chandelier dominated the ceiling, forged in gold and shaped like a radiant sunburst, capturing the power of Summer’s wind, showing the strength in the crown and the king himself. To the sides of the platform, rows of high-backed chairs were arranged, each adorned with a smaller version of the throne’s golden accents. These seats were reserved for the king’s advisors and dignitaries, allowing them to observe and participate in the matters at hand. Each chair was cushioned in a crimson fabric, mirroring the drapes.

The floor beneath my feet was a polished stone bearing a faint engraving that depicted the compass symbol of the Four Winds. The king himself sat on the throne, several dignitaries taking the chairs surrounding him, and two peasants knelt before him, heads bowed reverently. 

“Please, your grace.” One of the peasants begged a woman, “The rains haven’t blessed our lands, and our town’s crops are at risk of dying.”

“We fear without our harvest, we will starve this window.” The other peasant, a man, said, head still bowed.

“Have you yet to complete the irrigation from the nearby river?” The king asked, “It was my understanding your town was constructing canals to feed your fields in such an event as this.”

I could feel the panic of the peasants, even from the back of the room where we were. “We are working on it, your grace, but we only have a few townsmen capable of building the necessary infrastructure, and more hands are needed to tend the fields. We will be able to finish it after autumn's harvest and before the ground freezes.”

The king nodded, “The crown has heard your pleas; an emissary will visit to call upon the Winds.” he said, waving a hand, dismissing the two.

The two stood, bowing heads several times as they backed away, leaving the chamber, “Thank you, Your Grace, thank you.” they both said before disappearing out of the chamber, guards ushering them from the castle.

We stood there, the king fixing his gaze on us, “My son and daughter.” he said, motioning for us to approach, standing and climbing down from the throne.

The king was a tall, broad-shouldered man, his once-youthful strength softened by age but still apparent in his confident, graceful movements. His hair was streaked with silver, falling neatly back, framing a weathered face marked by both strength and compassion. His piercing blue eyes, sharp yet kind, conveyed wisdom earned through years of leadership, victories, and sacrifices. He wore a deep crimson tunic with gold embroidery, bearing symbols of the Four Winds, and a dark blue cloak fastened by a golden compass brooch. A sapphire-set belt and a family-crest signet ring added an understated elegance. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying conviction. 

“Father.” Prince Dorian said, kneeling before him with his head bowed.

Not wanting to insult the king, I curtsied deeply, maintaining a bowed head as the king stepped up before us, chin held high. With a slight motion of his wrist, he indicated for us to rise, and I did so, lifting my head to meet his eyes. 

The king stared into me; I felt like a bug being studied under a microscope. “Princess Liliana of house Eldenheart.” he stated, his voice booming and filling the chamber, “I trust your welcome was grand, and my son has treated you with his utmost respect.”

I felt insignificant before this man; while I had experience dealing with kings, I was often flanked by my family or even soldiers. Here, I was virtually alone in a foreign land, lacking the support of my kingdom. “It was your grace; your son has been kind and considerate of me.”

The king shifted his gaze to Prince Dorian, “My son, I trust my teachings have allowed you to start developing the foundations for a strong relationship?”

Prince Dorian nodded, “They have, father. She has taken well to them despite needing some mild corrections. I trust in time, she will come to terms with her place.”

“Excellent.” The king said, turning his attention to me, my heart skipping a beat, “You will learn to be a good queen for my son. I can tell you are strong in the Four Winds; you will do well as long as you listen and do as he says.”

As much as I wanted to make a snide remark, I knew it wasn’t my place or the time to do so. Making a snarky comment now would only land me in further hot water. I bowed my head subtly to show him I acknowledged what he said. 

The king turned his attention back to Prince Dorian, “You have the blessing of the royal reserve to use the Winds in her training, as I showed you with your mother.”

Prince Dorian nodded again, “I shall and will, father.”

“You are certain you will not have trouble reigning her in?” the King asked.

I felt my cheeks blush as I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. I could see a sly smile on Prince Dorian’s lips as he responded, “No, father, I will not have issues. The locking belt was a great suggestion.”

The king chuckled, glancing at me, “It was a favorite of your new mothers.”

I bowed my head in shame as the two belittled me; I felt utterly powerless to do anything; any snide comment would be seen as me being rebellious rather than sticking up for myself. Thankfully, the conversation moved on to different topics.

“Everything is ready for the wedding tomorrow.” The king stated, “Are you both ready?” he asked.

“Yes, father, I am, it’s good everything is ready.” Prince Dorian said with a nod, the King shifting his gaze to me.

“I am ready as well,” I said, lifting my chin subtly now that they were no longer talking about my undergarments.

The King nodded his approval, “Excellent. If you two excuse me, I have more requests to attend to. It was good to meet you, my princess,” he said, turning away from us and ascending his throne.

Prince Dorian bowed, and I offered a curtsy as we retreated from the King’s chambers. Safely out of earshot and out of the sight of guards and staff alike, I relaxed. “Well, that was humiliating,” I said, grumbling.

“He’s the King; he has to ensure everything runs smoothly within his kingdom.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “His goal is to ensure a proper ascension after his passing, and a part of that is to make certain there is a new king and queen to raise to the throne.”

“Did you have to mention the belt?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

Prince Dorian glanced at me, “It was what was necessary. He and I will have a more intimate discussion later regarding your training.”

I felt my cheeks burning brightly in shame, earning me a grin. He pulled us to a stop, turning to me. “Is it really necessary?” I asked in reference to his future conversation.

“Of course, as I said, the king is as invested in your training as I am.” Prince Dorian responded, kneeling before me.

I gave him a quizzical look, “What are you doing?” 

“It’s been too long since I’ve checked you,” he responded, his hands gathering the hem of my dress and hoisting it up.

I yelped in surprise and went to pull away, but his firm grip on my outfit prevented me from getting far. I felt my cheeks burning in shame as his hand pressed firmly against my crotch, between my legs, feeling me squishing the diaper. I groaned, squirming in his grip, but Prince Dorian had a hand on the back of my thigh now, holding me. “Is this really necessary? I could have told you.” I whined.

“Told me what?” Prince Dorian asked as he dropped the hem of my dress, standing once more. 

“That I used it once,” I admitted, blushing.

“And how close to leaking are you?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I truly had no clue, “I’m fine for now.”

Prince Dorian grinned, taking my hand and leading me away. “See? You have no clue; you could be on the verge, and you’d have no clue; it’s why I need to check your diaper.” he explained, much to my shame, “You’ll get used to it, and that is why I typically want you wearing something easier to check you in.”

I was mortified, unable to even look at him as he led me back towards our chambers. “This is ridiculous,” I whined as we entered our room once more.

“You think this is ridiculous?” Prince Dorian asked with a grin, “I can always…”

“Nope, no, no, thank you,” I stated firmly, not even hearing him out. I wasn’t sure what he was about to say, but I didn’t want to hear it.

He chuckled, motioning toward the changing table. I begrudgingly lay down, crossing my arms over my chest as he positioned himself between my legs. I was still mortified to be dressed as I was before this man, especially now as he began hiking my dress up, revealing the black belt and my soggy diaper. 

“You did well.” Prince Dorina said, unlocking the belt and pulling it away, popping the tabs of my diaper. “You didn’t ask for a change.”

I flushed even more at this, especially as my diaper was pulled open, and he began cleaning me. “I mean, you made it clear what would happen if I did.” I scowled. 

He chuckled, nodding as he finished cleaning me, leaving me bare for the moment. “I know, speaking of it, it’s about time for your maintenance spanking,” he said, sitting next to me.

“My what?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him. 

Prince Dorian was already rolling me over onto my tummy, my bare midsection across his lap, as his hand began to rain spankings down upon my exposed cheeks. I yelped in surprise, squirming and trying to get free, but within the confines of the dress, as well as his strong arms, there was no way I could get free.

“Your maintenance spanking.” Prince Dorian repeated, my ass turning a nice shade of red as he continued, oblivious to my complaints, “It’s important you remember your place and position in this family. We’ll administer these regularly so you don’t forget.”

Just as I was about to start crying properly, he let up. I lay limp over his lap, on the verge of tears, mortified to have been spanked not once but twice since I arrived in the kingdom. As much as I wanted to yell at him, I realized the compromised position I held, unable to fight back. 

“That’s not fair,” I said, pouting as he rolled me over onto my back again.

He stood, gathering another diaper and placing it below my bum, easily manipulating me to his bidding. “Fair? Oh honey, things would be so much worse for you if I started playing unfairly.” Prince Dorian said with a grin. “For example, I could do a little something like this.”

I looked up at this, staring at him as he did something to the diaper beneath me. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

He gave me a playful grin, powdering me and pulling the diaper up between my legs, fixing the tabs into place. This diaper, however, felt different; it felt far thicker than my last one. “What did you do?” I asked again.

“I added a booster!” he replied with a grin, patting my crotch.

“A booster?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It adds additional absorbency to your diaper.” Prince Dorian reported.

“And why would that be unfair?” I asked, more curious than anything, as he pulled my dress back into place and started helping me get to my feet.

“It adds additional bulk.” he explained, “Especially when you wet it.”

As I stood, I felt what he meant. The diaper bulged noticeably more between my legs, forcing them apart, and as I stepped, I found I had a subtle waddle to my steps. It would be extremely challenging to hide the massive thing. I blushed deeply, “Was that truly necessary?” I whined.

Prince Dorian shot me a look, “Want to make it two?” he demanded.

I blushed and shook my head no.

“Good girl, that’s what I thought,” he responded, smoothing the silks of my dress, “Come, let’s visit the library; we can eat after and then make Father’s announcement.”

Prince Dorian took my hand and led me from the room, my assistants opening the door as we approached. I had been too embarrassed even to notice that they had watched the whole thing, my cheeks flaring. They bowed their heads as we passed. “Did they need to watch all that?” I asked, scowling as we left the room.

“Of course.” Prince Dorian answered immediately, “They must see how to handle you; I’m not going to be around all the time to care for you. I am a prince, after all. While I’m occupied, they will maintain your training.”

I blushed deeply, “You mean they are my storming caretakers when you aren’t watching?”

Prince Dorian grinned, glancing at me, “I prefer the term babysitter…” he said, making my cheeks flush brightly, “But, yes, they will be.”

“I don’t need that,” I whined, embarrassed to be treated as a child.

“You don’t?” he asked as we walked the corridors, “You weren’t aware of the fact that you needed a diaper change, and you certainly couldn’t change yourself.” Prince Dorian said.

I blushed more deeply, my cheeks flaring a bright crimson, “I did too.” I responded defiantly, earning me another grin.

“Of course you did, baby.” Prince Dorian said, his hand patting my ass through the skirts of my dress.

I couldn’t stop blushing at the treatment. We passed through the halls of the castle, ending up in the royal library. Tall, arched doors led to the library, carved with intricate patterns representing the Four Winds. As the doors opened, the scent of aged parchment, leather-bound tomes, and polished wood filled the air. The library’s main hall was grand and spacious, with high, vaulted ceilings painted in deep shades of blue and adorned with golden constellations as though the ceiling were a window to the night sky. Light streamed through tall stained-glass windows that lined the walls. The glasswork depicted scenes of the kingdom’s past, with figures of scholars, heroes, and mythic creatures intertwined.

Rows of towering bookshelves, carved from dark mahogany, stretched across the room, each one filled with leather-bound volumes. Some shelves were reserved for ancient, rare texts protected by glass panels, while others held scrolls, maps, and illuminated manuscripts. In the center of the library stood a circular reading table crafted from polished oak. Its surface inlaid with a detailed compass rose. Around the table, richly upholstered chairs were arranged. Small brass lamps with stained-glass shades were placed on the table. 

Along one side of the library, alcoves with plush armchairs and velvet curtains provided more secluded spaces for private reading and study. Each nook was decorated with tapestries depicting scenes from nature. At the far end of the hall, there was a grand fireplace framed by intricate carvings of swirling winds and mythical creatures. Above the mantle hung a portrait of a wise and ancient figure, one of the kingdom’s legendary scholars.

A scholar dressed in fine hanging robes approached us, her head bowed, “Your graces, how may we be of service?” she asked.

“I believe my wife-to-be would like to learn a tad about the history of our kingdom, focusing on the biographies of past queens.” Prince Dorian said with a smile.

The scholar nodded, motioning for us to follow her, “Of course, your graces, right this way.”

What was this? What was the prince planning? I narrowed my eyes, but the only thing Prince Dorian would offer was a cheeky grin. The scholar-led us to a reading nook as she rummaged through the many shelves. A few minutes later, the scholar returned, presenting several smaller tomes to read, “If there is anything else we can do for you, your graces, let us know.” she said, bowing her head and leaving us alone.

Prince Dorian sifted through the books, glancing at me. “What’s your game here?” I asked, shifting, feeling the thick padding of my diaper crinkle beneath me.

“Every queen before you has been in the same shoes forced into a different life; I think it’d be valuable for you to see you aren’t alone.” Prince Dorian said, pulling open a particular book.

I blushed as Prince Dorian turned the book towards me, and I read the first paragraph. This particular biography was from Prince Dorian’s great-grandmother, and it appeared to be an excerpt from several months after she arrived in the kingdom.

‘I woke wet and messy again. It seems my control has been truly lapsing, not that my king seems to mind. Upon discovering my state, he set about producing an heir, changing me tightly into a fresh diaper to ensure ‘nothing leaks out’ in his own words. At this pace, we’ll have a young princess or prince before long.’

End of Chapter 8

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Trigger warning- diaper play, some medical play(enema)

Lying naked on her bed, Peaches holds her legs up and spread so that Mommy can have a good look at her princess parts. “ Hmmm, it looks like some little girl enjoyed the spanking Mommy gave her.” Mommy purrs. “ It really is too bad that you were naughty today, we could have had so much fun. Well I am still going to have fun, you may not though.” Peaches lets out a small whimper, Daddy is the only one that has made her feel this needy. “ I see that you keep yourself nice and clean for your Daddy on the outside but for what he has planned I will have to make sure you are clean on the inside as well.” Mommy continues. Pushing against your thighs Mommy tips you up enough she can slide a large diaper under your still sore bottom. “ Yes, your Daddy told me about the dreams you have been having of wearing a diaper. So as part of your punishment I will make that dream a reality instead of your Daddy. It will also make this next part a little less messy.” Mommy chuckles. Peaches gasp as she feels a cool liquid dripping down her princess parts to her little rosebud, followed by Mommy’s probing finger. “ There we go, we have to get you nice and lubed up so I can fill your bottom with this warm soapy water. Your Daddy has plans for this little bottom later.”

Mommy suddenly replaces her finger with the tubing from the enema bag. Peaches lets out a small whimper as the warm soapy water begins to fill her bottom. “ You will take all of this and you will hold it like a good little girl. If you make a mess it will be another spanking and then we will do this again. Understood?” “ Yes Mommy” Peaches whimpers, voice strained as her stomach begins to cramp. As the last of the enema is emptied into her bottom, Mommy removes the tubing and replaces it with a small plug made of ginger root. “ oh Mommy, it burns!” Peaches squeals but Mommy just tapes up the thick diaper and helps Peaches to stand.

Leading Peaches over to her desk, Mommy replies, “ This is what happens to naughty little girls. Now lean over your desk and keep your hands behind your back.” Grabbing a roll of duct tape and her magic wand, Mommy then tapes the wand to the front of Peaches’ diaper before turning it on high. “ Now you are to stay there in place and hold your water. You are not allowed to cum.” “Yes Mommy” Peaches replies with a low moan. Between the magic wand and her stomach cramping Peaches is unsure just how long she will be able to endure this punishment.

After what feels like forever, Mommy walks over and adjust the magic wand adding just the right amount of pressure. “ You have done surprisingly well little one, so when I tell you to I want you to let go for Mommy. I am going to remove the ginger plug now but you need to keep holding your water.” Mommy smiles at the meek “ Yes Mommy” that follows. Slipping her hand down the back of Peaches’ diaper she gently removes the ginger plug and takes her time throwing it away. Walking back over to Peaches, Mommy once again adjust the wand while whispering in Peaches ear, “ Cum for Mommy.” Peaches screams as she lets go and fills her diaper as her orgasm rips through her. Shocked and embarrassed Peaches struggles with her thoughts, that was one of the best orgasms she has ever had but she also just messed her diaper like a baby. “Good girl” Mommy says as she rubs Peaches on the back. “Now let’s get you all cleaned up.”

Helping Peaches lie back on a changing mat, Mommy swiftly and thoroughly cleans the mess from Peaches soft skin. “ Now that you’re clean, we will need to get you ready for Daddy. So while you take a much needed nap you are going to be wearing a plug. But after what you were caught doing this morning, I can tell that you will also need to wear a chastity belt so you won’t be able to touch your princess parts.” Feeling the sleepiness taking over Peaches simply nods as Mommy lubes up her bottom and inserts the plug, the intense stretch causing Peaches to wince. “ This isn’t supposed to feel good, you were naughty and naughty girls get punished. Now raise your bottom so I can slip this chastity belt on you.” Doing as she is told Peaches raises her bottom, Mommy quickly fastens the belt in place so that it holds the plug secure and covers the rest of her princess parts. Giving a small wiggle Peaches realizes that the belt won’t allow her to feel anything on her princess parts. Mommy, knowing how naughty little girls can be, tapes a diaper over the belt and fastens mittens to Peaches’ hands. Guiding Peaches to the bed Mommy places a pacifier in Peaches mouth, securing it behind her head. “ Close your eyes and take a nap, little one. We still have more training to go.” Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, Peaches drifts off to sleep, what to come at the front of her mind.

This is a story that has been playing on my mind. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18

Peaches knew she was in trouble, Daddy had been quiet all morning after he found her humping Mr. Teddy. Her mind was racing with how he was going to punish her, she was always such a good girl, she had no idea why she decided to break the rules. Hearing the door bell ring, Peaches peeked out of her room to see who it was but Daddy was blocking her view. She could hear a feminine voice talking but couldn’t tell who it was or what they were saying. Closing her door softly so Daddy wouldn’t know she had been trying to spy, Peaches went back to cuddling with Mr. Teddy and waiting for the punishment she knew was coming.

“Come here Peaches, I have someone for you to meet.” Daddy called out in his deep stern voice. Daddy rarely if ever had to use that stern of a voice with her, so hearing it set her nerves on edge. Shuffling into the living room, eyes down cast and looking remorseful Peaches stopped to stand in front of Daddy’s chair. Slowly looking up Peaches sees a tall, curvy woman with long black hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes, but her eyes hold a look of sternness that matches Daddy’s voice. Hearing Daddy clear his throat, she looks back to him, “ You were a very bad girl this morning. So since I cannot trust you to behave while I am trying to work I have hired a nanny to watch you. This is Ms. Charlotte and she will be watching you for the rest of the day. I have told her about what you were up to this morning and she gave me a few ideas to help teach you a lesson. So for the rest of the day you will answer to her, Ms. Charlotte will let you know what to call her and if you disobey then she will punish you. It goes without saying that if she has to punish you, then I will as well. Is this understood?” “ Yes, DadaDaddy.” Peaches stammers quietly, cheeks burning red from embarrassment. “Good. Now I am going back to my office to finish working on these reports.” Turning to Ms. Charlotte, “ Peaches is all yours, I hope what we discussed will teach her to be a good girl. Either way I am sure I will enjoy reaping the rewards of your teachings.” With that Daddy leaves Peaches standing there eyeing Ms. Charlotte up and down wondering what the rest of the day would bring. She has never had a nanny or even a babysitter before, maybe having someone to play with could be fun, although Peaches really doesn’t think Ms. Charlotte knows what fun is.

“Hello Peaches, I am Ms. Charlotte but for today you will call me Mommy. Now your Daddy told me what he caught you doing this morning and I have to say I am surprised such a little girl would act in such a naughty big girl way. So since you cannot seem to control your urges I am going to teach you. Now go to your room and prepare yourself for an inspection.” Peaches turned quickly and ran to her room, this Ms. Charlotte lady was kinda scary.

Standing in her room, Peaches wondered what Ms. Charlotte was going to inspect. Daddy was the only one to ever see her princess parts, but the thought of Ms. Charlotte seeing her princess parts made them tingle. Turning at the sound of her door opening, Peaches watched curiously as Ms. Charlotte walked in carrying what looked like a large diaper bag and pulling a suitcase on wheels. “Why are you not ready for inspection?!” Ms. Charlotte asked sharply. “I’m sorry Ms. Charlotte, I was thinking about what we were going to do today.” “Little girls are not supposed to think, they are to obey. That is twice in less than five minutes you have disobeyed so for that it will be ten swats. Now undress and wait with your nose in the corner until I call for you. Don’t forget you will refer to me as Mommy, and when I tell you to do something you will respond with ‘Yes Mommy’” “Yes, Mommy.” Peaches says with tears in her eyes as she takes off her princess pajamas and her favorite princess panties.

Standing with her nose in the corner, Peaches does her best not to fidget. She can hear Mommy moving things around and taking stuff out of her bags, but for once Peaches decides to listen and keeps her nose where it is. “Come here little girl.” Mommy says. Peaches turns around to see Mommy sitting on her bed with a wooden hairbrush next to her. Behind her is what looks like a large diaper, a plug, and some weird fluid filled bag. “Yes, Mommy” Peaches replies as she shuffles over to Mommy. Tired of waiting Mommy grabs Peaches by her arm and pulls Peaches over her knee, locking Peaches legs in place with her other leg. Peaches lets out a small squeal as she uses her hands to brace against the floor to keep from falling on her face. “Now, you are going to get ten swats with the brush, then we are going to prepare you to be your Daddy’s big girl.” Mommy says as she runs her hands over Peaches plump bottom. With that said Mommy picks up the brush and swiftly delivers the first swat. “ Ow, Mommy! It hurts!” Peaches cries as the second swat lands on the other cheek. “ This is what happens to little girls when they don’t listen” Mommy calmly replies as another swat lands back on the first cheek. Alternating cheeks Mommy calmly delivers all ten swats turning Peaches’ bottom a deep pink color. There is nothing Peaches can do but lay there and take it as tears stream down her face.

Mommy sets the hairbrush aside after the final swat, gently rubbing the pink bottom across her knee. Shifting slightly to adjust Peaches on her lap she angles the little girl so that she has access to her princess parts. Peaches lets out a small gasp and hiccup as she feels the cool air on her princess parts. She tries to pull her legs closed and hide the fact that being spanked by Mommy made her princess parts feel good but it is too late. The hand that has been rubbing her sore bottom begin drifting lower, with each pass Mommy’s fingertips come closer to her special place. Peaches tries to wiggle so that Mommy’s fingers will touch her there but to no avail. “ Now are you going to be a good girl for Mommy or do we need another spanking?” Mommy ask. “ I’ll be good Mommy” Peaches says softly. “Good. Now we can do your inspection and then start your training”

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 7: Keeper of the Winds

Our meal finished, and the servants were quick to clear away our plates. I eyed the remaining food; we had barely made a dent. “That doesn’t go to waste, does it?” I asked.

Prince Dorian smiled and shook his head, “Absolutely not; our servants eat very well.” he said, taking my arm and leading me out of the dining hall. 

I nodded, the servants bowing to us as we left, swooping in behind us to prepare for the next guests. Now that I was looking for hints of their religion, I found them all over. Prince Dorian guided me into a quiet corridor that led toward the Four Winds Chapel. The castle walls here were lined with murals depicting scenes of the winds’ influence on the kingdom. Zephira brings life to spring meadows, Solian basking fields in golden sunlight, Aridia swirling leaves in autumn forests, and Boreas stirring snow on the mountain peaks. Soft, ambient light filtered through stained glass windows that mirrored the colors of each wind, casting a kaleidoscope of blues, golds, russets, and silvers across the stone floors before us.

We passed through doors leading out of the main castle, following a path through an enclosed garden, where the walls were covered in climbing ivy. The scent of blossoms from the garden mingled with the earthy fragrance of moss and stone, creating an atmosphere of peace and introspection. Birds flitered among the branches above, their chirping blending harmoniously with the sound of the wind rustling through leaves. As we neared the chapel, we passed four statues, one of each wind, standing in silent vigil.

The Four Winds chapel itself was a sacred, circular structure at the heart of the castle grounds, open to the sky above. The outer walls were made of polished stone, each quadrant of the chapel representing one of the Four Winds, with engravings and symbols unique to each. I took a moment to remember each of the winds and connect them to the quadrants of the chapel, familiarizing myself with the layout.

Soft green vines and delicate blossoms grew up on one of the walls, nurtured by small slivers of sunlight streaming through hidden openings. The air was cool, fresh, and filled with the scent of new leaves and dew, carrying a sense of renewal and life; that would be Zephira, the wind of Spring. Another quadrant was bathed in warm, golden light, feeling alive with energy. The floor was adorned with intricate mosaics of sunbursts and harvest fields, glistening as if touched by sunlight itself. Here, the air was warm, and I felt a subtle strength filling me as we neared Solian’s quadrant, the wind of Summer.

The quadrant representing Autumn, Aridia’s quadrant, exuded a sense of wisdom and tranquility. The walls were painted in deep hues of amber and burnt orange, with images of falling leaves that seemed almost to move as the light shifted. The air felt crisp, carrying a faint scent of apples and dry leaves. The last quadrant of Winter, Boreas’s, was cool and shadowed, with walls of icy blue and silver accents that mimicked frost patterns. A faint, cold breeze blew across me even from where I stood. The ground was scattered with white pebbles, and the walls were decorated with carvings of snowflakes and mountain peaks.

At the center of the chapel stood a circular altar carved from a single piece of stone and inscribed with ancient symbols representing the Four Winds’ union. Above, the open roof allowed the sky to be visible at all times, whether the clue blue of the day, the starlight black of night, or even the wild storms that passed over the region.

As we approached the altar, the priest of the Four Winds Chapel approached us. He was an older man; though his age was indeterminate, he carried himself with a timeless grace, and his face bore the lines of wisdom and experience. It was said he had graced the chapel since it was in section hundreds of years ago. His skin was weathered, touched by the sun and wind. His hair was silver, long, and swept back in loose waves that cascaded to his shoulders, resembling the soft, flowing movements of Zephira’s gentle breeze. The priest wore a flowing robe that reflected the four seasons.

The fabric was a pristine white at the shoulders, transitioning to sunlit gold at his chest, then to a rich autumnal orange at his waist, and finally, to a deep forest green at the hem. The robe was embroidered with delicate silver and gold threads, forming patterns of leaves, sunbursts, swirling winds, and snowflakes. A belt made of braided cords in green, gold, orange, and blue cinched the robe at his waist. Around his neck, he wore a pendant with a circular symbol and a four-pointed compass that represented the Four Winds, each direction marked by a small gemstone in a color matching the seasons. 

The man's hands were before him, his fingertips gently pressed to one another as he stopped before us, a gentle tip of the head showing his reverence, “Your graces.”

“Father Aelindor.” Prince Dorian said, reciprocating the nod.

I quickly followed suit as the man turned his gaze to me, “You must be Liliana; what brings you both to the chapel of the Four Winds?” he asked.

“She is.” Prince Dorian remarked, turning to me, gesturing toward the man, “This is Father Aelindor, Keeper of the Four Winds.” he turned back to the priest, “We’ve come to begin her studies of the Four Winds.”

The priest nodded, motioning me towards the altar, motioning for me to kneel. I felt silly, but Prince Dorian gave me an encouraging smile and nod. I followed the priest's guidance, kneeling, my diaper crinkling noticeably, not that either seemed to take note. At the priest's advice, I closed my eyes and repeated the invocation after him.

“Zephira, gentle Wind of Spring, I call upon your breath to bring life and clarity. Let your touch guide my spirit as softly as the budding leaves.” I said, my eyes closed and focusing.

A delicate breeze stirred around me, cool and fragrant, as if I were in a field of wildflowers. The breeze brushed my face, and I wanted to open my eyes to see what was happening. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. The priest was quick to tell me to keep my eyes closed as we continued the chant.

“Solian, warm Winds of Summer, lend me a spark of your stretch, a warmth to guard and sustain me. Let your light fill my heart with courage.” I said.

The air around me grew warm, wrapping me like a comforting embrace. I felt a tingling of energy deep within me, like the heat of a sunlit afternoon was empowering me, filling my chest with newfound confidence and resolve. I felt as if I could run for a hundred miles at a dead sprint without breaking a sweat. 

We continued the prayer, although no other winds presented themselves. At the conclusion, I popped to my feet, a massive grin on my face, feeling as if I had gained a sudden clarity of my thoughts and mind, as well as a well of energy that filled my muscles. 

“Two out of four, better than you on your first try.” The priest said with a smile, looking at Prince Dorian.

Prince Dorian nodded respectively, “Well done, my princess.”

“Did you see that?” I asked with excitement, stepping up to him, practically hopping with excitement and energy. 

Prince Dorian chuckled, embracing me, “I did; you did a fantastic, good job!” he said, praising me, making me giggle with pride. 

I returned his embrace, and with the power of Solian coursing through me, I found I could lift him off his feet. He let out a grunt of surprise, “Easy now.” he said, chuckling as I let him go, surprised. “How do you think I’ve been carrying you so easily?” he asked playfully.

I blushed, grinning, “Sorry, I’m just excited, I suppose.”

“Royal blood runs deep in her veins.” The priest said, stepping up to us, “If she can summon two, she can summon all four.” 

I glanced at the man, “Are there those who can’t?” I asked curiously.

The priest shook his head, “No, most can not even summon a single wind. It depends on how invested a person is in the land, and it appears your family is deeply invested,” he said with a smile. “I can offer guidance and teach you.”

“Really?” I asked excitedly, “What other kind of stuff can you do?” I glanced up at Prince Dorian.

He grinned, “Well, you found at least one, Summer strength. I imagine you are also feeling the effects of Spring, some clairvoyance possibly? There are a few other interesting things you can do with Spring and Summer that I’m sure you’ll come to experience with time.” 

I nodded; I felt as if I were thinking a bit more clearly, and when I thought about the feature, every possible path forward seemed to spread out before me in an intricate tapestry and threads, each delicately spun and with just the slightest alteration, would crumble to mist before me. It was like looking at a web of possibilities. 

“With practice.” The priest said, seeming to be able to read my thoughts, “You can determine which thread is most likely to happen.”

“You mean I can tell the future?” I asked.

“Sort of,” the priest explained, “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but for the sake of explanation, yes.”

“Oh yeah, can you prove it?” I asked with a grin.

The priest looked upon me, his eyes closing, taking a long, deep breath before his eyes reopened. “I believe your prince is actively working to force you to wet yourself, your grace.” 

I cocked my head to the side before realizing exactly what he was saying. I blushed deeply; it seemed he knew about my padded state. What did he mean by that, though? I glanced at Prince Dorian, who had a guilty expression on his face, and he avoided looking at me. I narrowed my eyes, “What were you doing?” I demanded.

The priest chuckled, “He was channeling the power of autumn to bring forth water.” 

It was at this point that I felt a painful pressure in my bladder as I shifted my footing. I yelped in surprise, my hand going between my legs as I glanced up at Prince Dorian. “Did you have something to do with this?” I demanded, the ache already nearly too much for me to handle as I fought to keep from having an accident.

Prince Dorian nodded shyly, “You need to get used to going whenever and wherever you are, my princess.” he said with a grin.

I groaned; if I took even a single step, I would lose all control. “You storming fool.” I accused him, “You just couldn’t wait?” 

“The faster you get used to it, the better.” Prince Dorian said, regaining his composure rather quickly. 

I grunted, my hand between my legs as I felt the first trickle escape me. From there, the dam completely broke as I began soaking my diaper for the second time since arriving in this kingdom. I felt the diaper swelling between my legs, my hands on my crotch as I stared down, waiting for it to leak. Neither the priest nor Prince Dorian said a thing as I finished going, my cheeks burning brightly with shame.

Prince Dorian wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, “Good girl.” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Thank you, father. We’ll be back to continue her studies, but we have other obligations to attend to.”

The priest nodded, “Of course, your graces, may the Four Winds bless you both.” he said, turning and retreating further into the chapel, leaving us alone.

“How old is he?” I whispered to Prince Dorian.

He shrugged, “He’s been the priest of this chapel ever since I knew, same with my father. It’s believed once you become as invested in the Winds as him, you can live forever.” Prince Dorian responded, leading me from the chapel.

“But how?” I asked.

Prince Dorian shrugged again, “I believe it has something to do with the Winds of Spring. When you are in tune with Spring, you can summon a wind to grow plants or heal others. I believe he uses a mixture of both abilities to regrow cells within his body to maintain his age.”

“Huh… That’s incredible. Can you do that?” I asked, curious.

Prince Dorian chuckled, shaking his head, “Not even close. I’m far stronger with Summer than Spring or Autumn, but I make do.”

“That’s cool,” I said with a grin, our fingers intertwining as we re-entered the castle, walking through the corridors, once again flanked by my attendants.

I felt my diaper squishing with each step, although I felt relatively dry despite its soggy nature. “What was that you did back there to me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

Prince Dorian coughed, “Nothing you need to worry about.” he said, his cheeks flushing.

I poked him in the side with a pointed finger, “Come on, spill the beans; you can’t get away that easily.”

“Stop it!” he chuckled, swatting away my finger.

“I can do this all day,” I said with a giggle, poking him more, “I got the power of summer coursing through me right now.” 

“Fine, fine, fine.” Prince Dorian said with a chuckle, “I just helped you realize how much you needed to go, that’s all.”

“What do you mean by that?” I demanded, my finger poised to poke his exposed side again, his hand held wardingly. 

“Well, you drank a lot at breakfast, and it was making its way to your bladder; I just helped it along a little.” Prince Dorian said, coughing, a subtle blush on his cheeks.

“And why would you do that?” I asked, my eyes narrowing further, “Why would you want me to use these storming things?”

Prince Dorian blushed deeper, unable to meet my gaze. I burrowed a finger in his side when he wouldn’t answer. He yelped in surprise, “Alright, alright. I think it’s cute!” he admitted.

“Cute? You think it’s cute when a girl has to wet herself like that?” I challenged.

Prince Dorian’s blush didn’t let up as he nodded sheepishly, “You’re absolutely adorable, and seeing you in diapers is next level for me.” he admitted.

I felt my cheeks burning brightly suddenly, “Is that why you are so insistent on me wearing and using them?” I demanded, “So that you can get off?”

“Not just that!” he was quick to respond; although he inadvertently answered one question, he DID enjoy that aspect of it too, “It really is a thing of our family; the meeting you had with my mother yesterday should have told you that much.”

I sighed; he did have a point. His mother may have been fibbing, but I doubted it. “Is that why you have pushed so hard for my training?” I asked, using air quotes for the word, training.

“Well, partially for that.” he admitted, his eyes looking away from me, embarrassed, “But it is also to ensure you meet the standards of a princess of the kingdom. It does have a lot to do with what we believe a queen should be; plus, it helps reinforce your position as my queen, your subservience to me.”

“But, really, it’s to help you get off,” I said with a grin.

Prince Dorian narrowed his eyes before chuckling, grinning, and shaking his head. “No, that’s just a fun side-effect of all this. You are my little princess; you always will be; they help you remember your place, little girl,” he said, playfully poking my side.

I giggled, squirming and pulling away from his fingers, “I’m supposed to be a queen, not a little girl.” I retorted, giving him a stern look.

“Why can’t you be both?” he asked, returning my look with a smile, “Public facing, you are the queen the kingdom needs; behind closed doors, you are my sweet princess who needs to be cared for and pampered.”

“I like the sounds of this pampering.” I said with a playful grin, “I’m imagining foot and back massages, maybe work my palms as well after a long day of dutiful queenly duties.”

Prince Dorian laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close as we walked through the castle corridors, “I’m sure we can arrange that and more.”

“You aren’t going to budge on this whole forcing me to wear diapers thing, are you?” I asked, glancing around us to ensure no one could overhear. 

He shook his head, “Not a chance; even if I did, as soon as my father or mother found out, there would be hell to pay for both of us.” Prince Dorian grimaced, “Despite what you may want, you are going to be wearing them from now on.”

“Wonderful.” I sighed, my words dripping with sarcasm.

While I didn’t like the idea of being stuck in these things 24/7, if it was truly the only major compromise I had to make coming here, I suppose I could probably learn to live with it, especially if it meant being able to study more of these Four Winds. The power of Summer still thrummed in my veins, although it was slacking now. I yearned for that power again, and I wouldn’t leave this kingdom anytime soon as long as I continued to study and develop my powers.

End of Chapter 7

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The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 6: The Four Winds

I woke sometime in the early morning, light streaming in through the large windows, illuminating our bed chamber. I could feel Prince Dorian spooning me, his arm over my torso, holding me tight; the pacifier I had been given had fallen out at some point during the night. I shifted, feeling the diaper between my legs, which had grown cold and clammy. I grimaced, especially as I thought what had woken me. I always relieved myself in the morning, and now, my tummy aches, and my bladder is painfully full.  I groaned, shifting in his grasp.

I felt Prince Dorian’s arm tighten around me as he stirred, “Good morning.” he said in a groggy voice.

“Morning,” I replied grumpily as I pulled free of his arm, going to sit up.

“You okay?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes and looking up at me.

“Just fine; I need to be let out of this storming belt, though; I gotta go,” I said, my fingers trying uselessly to undo whatever clasps held it around my hips.

Prince Dorian grunted, “Still trying to fight that, huh? You already soaked that diaper; just go again.” he said, resting his head back on the pillow.

“I don’t need to do that,” I said, my cheeks flushing.

His eyes opened again, studying me, “Ohh! You need to go poopies!” Prince Dorian said with a grin, propping himself up on his elbow. “Well, get on with it. No time like the present.”

I gritted my teeth, turning to him, “Just undo this belt, and I will.” 

Prince Dorian grinned, shaking his head, “You know I ain’t going to. You’ll be a good girl and use your diaper.”

I blushed deeply, “Wait, you mean I have to use these things even for that?!” I cried, my eyes opening wide in shock.

Prince Dorian nodded, “Well, of course, did you somehow think you’d only have to get them? If you are having a tough time going, I can help.”

“No, no, I’m doing just fine on my own,” I grumbled, feeling another cramp take hold.

Turning away from him, my fingers went to the belt around my waist, “Please don’t make me do this!” I cried, trying desperately to get free of the diaper. I was on the verge of tears at this point as I felt the impending accident.

I heard Prince Dorian shift and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling me into an embrace and holding me, his hand upon my rear as he held me. “Shh, relax, don’t fight it, just let go,” he whispered, holding me.

I squirmed in his arms, trying to pull free, “No! Please!” I whimpered, crying desperately as I felt another cramp take hold, this one I couldn’t fend off. 

With a soft grunt, I felt the rear of the diaper beginning to swell outward, my mess forcing its way into the tight confines of the diaper as I cried softly, my bladder giving way and soaking the diaper as well. I could feel him holding me, his hand gently patting my bum as I went, my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. His arms never left me as I finished going. I was completely mortified, standing there in a diaper I had just filled, unable to move as I cried.

Prince Dorian held me, cradling me, rocking me back and forth, pushing the storming pacifier into my mouth. I was too worked up to resist as I nursed the thing, planting my face into his chest. “Shh, it’s okay.” he said, consoling me, “You are such a good girl. I know this is a lot for you, but you are doing so well.”

He continued to praise me and hold me until my sobs quieted. Sufficiently consoled, I felt his strong arms embrace me, pulling me in and lifting me off my feet, carrying me to the changing table where he laid me down. Prince Dorian popped the tabs of my onesie, undid the clasps of the belt, and opened my diaper. 

It was about now that I realized I was lying naked before an attractive prince in a diaper I had just pooped. I burned brightly with shame, my hands covering my face, the pacifier still in my mouth somehow. For my sake, he didn’t say anything as his fingers wiped me clean with the expertise of someone who changed many diapers before. “You are such a good girl.” he said, having gotten me clean and beginning to work my hips into a fresh diaper, “I am so proud of you.”

I grunted, my cheeks still burning brightly as I felt this new diaper enveloping me. He powdered me generously and pulled the tabs into place, locking me in. Unfortunately, I felt the belt going up as well. “No! Wait! Please, I don’t need that!” I cried.

Prince Dorian didn’t stop, shaking his head, “You just proved you did. If you can go an entire day without trying to get free of your diapers, we can talk.” he said, pulling the belt into place and locking it. 

I glowered at him; the pacifier had been sent flying at my exclamation. His hands began stripping me of the onesie before turning towards the door and clapping several times. The doors swung open, and my attendants, dutiful as ever, stepped in with bowed heads. “Yes, my prince?” they asked in unison.

“Would you two please help the princess here get dressed for breakfast?” Prince Dorian said, wrapping my soiled diaper up tightly and handing it to one of the attendants, “And dispose of this, please.”

My cheeks burned brightly as I realized the assistant was now painfully aware of the mess she was holding. To their credit, though, I didn’t freak out as I had yesterday, simply going to cross my arms over my chest instead of hiding outright.

I sat up as the attendants returned with a new dress. The bodice of this new dress was fitted and structured, with a high, rounded collar and capped sleeves that gave it a classic, refined silhouette. The dress was a royal blue that faded into a soft ivory near the hem. A prominent gemstone sat in the center of the chest, framed by intricate golden embroidery that radiated outward, almost like a sunburst. A structured gold belt with delicate filigree patterns accentuated the waist. The skirt was voluminous, layered with gentle pleats that allowed it to flow. Golden embroidery decorated the hem in elaborate, leak-like motifs. Beneath the main skirt, a layer of white ruffles peaked out, adding a playful touch to the dress.

I blushed as I saw the dress, looking unamused as the attendants began dressing me, “Are all my gowns going to be childlike?” I complained.

Prince Dorian chuckled, “They are befitting of a princess. Would you rather go without the dress?”

“No, no, the dress is just fine,” I said, blushing as the bulky gown was pulled into place. 

The gown was beautiful, even if it was intended for a child rather than a full-grown woman. Despite its design, it fits perfectly, the skirts flaring out playfully around my feet as my attendants slipped white slip-ons into place.

As I was being dressed, Prince Dorian had been dressing himself. By the time I turned, he was dressed and ready, the attendants still brushing my hair. Prince Dorian’s attire for the day was a blend of regal elegance and understated charm. He wore a tailored coat in a deep shade of royal blue that mirrored the rich tones of my gown, with subtle gold detailing along the edges. The coat had a high collar fitted to his frame. Underneath, he wore a crisp, white shirt with a subtle embroidered pattern at the collar. A gold sash embroidered with delicate filigree was draped across his shoulders. His trousers were tailored black, and polished leather boots brought the outfit together.

I found myself embarrassed, dressed as if I were next to his regal and mature outfit. I looked like a young princess who a king was escorting. Prince Dorian offered an arm as my hair was done up in a bun, “Ready, my lady?” he asked, his chin held high, putting on a regal appearance. 

I felt my heart flutter; I didn’t want to go out and be seen in an outfit like this, but the idea of going out without any dress terrified me. With blushing cheeks, I took his arm, “I am, my prince.” I said as we started towards the door.

We stepped out of our bedchamber, our footsteps echoing softly down the polished marble floors of the castle’s corridor. Tall arched windows lined the hallway, allowing the morning light to stream in and illuminate the rich tapestries on the wall, each one depicting scenes of the kingdom’s history in vibrant colors of crimson and gold. Guards and attendants bowed respectfully as we passed, their heads lowered, yet there was an air of quiet admiration that lingered in their expressions.

The corridors lead us through a series of grand archways, each one more ornate than the last, adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and floral designs. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the soft strains of a lute playing somewhere in the distance. As we neared the dining hall, the double doors, tall and imposing with brass handles shaped like lions, were opened by two guards in coordinated movements, revealing the regal dining space within.

The dining hall was a magnificent room that spoke of the grandeur of the castle. High vaulted ceilings were adorned with frescoes depicting scenes of royal feasts and harvests, painted in deep, rich colors that seemed to glow in the morning light. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from above, each one sparkling with thousands of facets that cast rainbows across the room where they caught the sun. Tall, narrow windows lined one wall, framed by heavy crimson curtains with golden trim.

The table itself was long and made of dark, polished wood capable of seating dozens, but today, a setting had been arranged near one end to create an intimate space for only a few. Golden chargers and delicate porcelain plates were set, each plate bearing the royal crest in fine detail. The table was adorned with a centerpiece of freshly picked roses, lilies, and lavender. Softly cushioned chairs with high, carved backs awaited us, each upholstered in a fabric that mirrored the deep crimsons and golds of the kingdom.

At the moment, we were the only ones to dine there, and the attendants quickly helped us get seated. Attendants clad in white spilled into the room carrying silver cloches, opening them to serve us. We were served a platter of freshly baked pastries, each one delicately crafted and filled with rich creams, sweet fruit preserves, and spiced custards. The flaky croissants were warm and golden, dusted with powdered sugar, while smaller pastries bore glazes that glistened under the light.

A bowl of ripe berries and sliced orchard fruit was presented as well, strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries nestled beside thin slices of peaches and crisp apples. The fruit was drizzled with a light honey glaze and garnished with fresh mint leaves. We were served individual omelets, each prepared with herbs and cheeses. The eggs were fluffy and perfectly golden, filled with fresh herbs such as chives, basil, and thyme. A platter of cured meats was also set before us, featuring thinly sliced prosciutto, smoked ham, and spiced sausage links, as well as a selection of cheeses, soft, creamy brie, aged cheddar, and a tangy blue. The attendants poured steaming cups of spiced tea and glistening glasses of freshly squeezed orange juices. 

While I was used to the cuisine back home, this was on another level. I was served a small portion of each item, my plate glistening with options, my mouth watering. I went to tuck in, but Prince Dorian stopped me. I gave him a curious look, his eyes twinkling as he dropped his chin, bringing his hands together and closing his eyes.

“Zephira, gentle Wind of renewal, bless this meal with health and growth. Solian, warm Wind of abundance, we thank you for the bounty before us. Aridia, wise Wind of change, may we savor each lesson you bring. Boreas, fierce Wind of endurance, grant us the strength to face all trials. In the name of the Four Winds, we give thanks.” Prince Dorian prayed, opening his eyes once more and setting into his meal.

I had studied the kingdom's religion before I came here, but it still startled me for a moment before I remembered. This kingdom worshiped the Four Winds, each representing a different aspect of life, seasons, and elements. The Four Winds were believed to be spirits or entities that guided the balance of nature, bringing life, change, and protection to the land. Each wind, Zephira, Solian, Aridia, and Boreas, was honored through specific rituals and traditions that tied them to the kingdom’s weather. It had been interesting studying their beliefs, which ran deep in the history of the kingdom. 

I would need a refresher on the Four Winds, and I did not doubt that as a queen, I would be expected to follow the kingdom's beliefs. The attendants stepped away from the table shadowed at the edges of the room, giving us space while remaining close by to assist as needed. “You follow the Four Winds,” I stated, relicensing a bite of honey-glazed strawberry.

“I do, as do my parents.” Prince Dorian stated, “Do you?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No, although our beliefs are similar, we follow the nature of storms rather than the winds themselves.”

Prince Dorian nodded and raised his hand, the air around him seeming to grow warmer as though the sun itself was focusing its rays upon him. With a quiet, commanding presence, he closed his eyes and whispered a phrase in the ancient tongue of the kingdom, invoking Solian. Suddenly, a golden glow began to radiate from his palm, like embers igniting it in midair. The warm breeze that followed was no ordinary wind; it was alive with energy, swirling around him in a visible golden aura, carrying the scent of sunlit fields and ripened fruits.

Small sparks of light danced in the air, like fireflies in daylight, illuminating the dining hall with a soft, amber glow. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Prince Dorian lowered his hand, and the golden wind dissipated, leaving only the gentle warmth of his aura and a sense of reverence in the air. 

I had to pick my jaw up off the table; Prince Dorian smiled warmly at me, “I was raised from a young age to invoke the Winds; each can be used to help those around you the more in tune you become with them. I’m sure you’ll prove a worthy student.”

I had stopped eating and taking in the display, utterly shocked. While I held power with my spirits, it was nothing like this. “That was incredible,” I said reverently. 

Prince Dorian smiled, resuming his meal, “Thank you; it took me a long time to get where I am; how is your food?” he asked.

I glanced down to a mostly cleared plate, my stomach comfortably full, “It was wonderful, thank you.”

“How does this meal compare to what you are used to back home?” he asked curiously.

“Not nearly so elegant.” I admitted, “My kingdom isn’t small, but it certainly doesn’t have the influence yours does.” 

“Our kingdom, my princess.” Prince Dorian responded with a smile, “We will make this kingdom our own, regardless of whom we were born to.”

I nodded sheepishly, “What are we doing today?” I asked, changing the subject as I drank the spiced cider.

“I think it would benefit you to visit the chapel, but I also want you to meet Father.” Prince Dorian said, “There’s a gathering this afternoon for him to announce to the people; we will be there, although secluded away so as not to be seen by the common, not yet. I believe the announcement has to do with our engagement; the invitations for the wedding have already been sent out; it’s to be one of the biggest events in history.”

I felt my heart flutter as I remembered the fact that I was to be wed. “Right.” I replied, “When is that? I’ve been traveling; I didn’t exactly get letters on the road.”

Prince Dorian smiled, extending his hand to take mine, “It’s tomorrow, my princess; tomorrow you will become my wife.”

End of Chapter 6

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Mark awoke to his alarm going off like any other weekday. But when he opened his eyes his room was completely different. His typical boring white walls were a soft pink. Looking down at the bed his sheets and blankets were different too. They weren’t the dirty navy and tan ones he had gone to bed in. Instead they were pink and white. Pulling the sheets back Mark was shocked. His hairy manly body had disappeared. Instead he was looking at the slender body of a woman. A woman who was almost completely naked, except a thick pink diaper was wrapped around her, or really his hips. Reaching his hand down Mark felt the diaper. It was absolutely soaked. Pulling the top of the diaper back Mark looked down it. Just as he had feared his male parts were completely gone. Replaced by those of a female. Breaking his trance the phone on the nightstand beside him started to ring. It was an unknown number but Mark picked up, “Hello?”

“Hi Mark, or should I say Mandy. After all that is your name now.” The feminine voice on the other side said. Before Mark, or Mandy could speak the person continued talking, “remember that fortune cookie that you thought was dumb? The one that said your wildest dream will come true. Well… it did! And we know everything about you. So we know your wildest dream was to be a cute diaper girl in a world where your diaper wearing would be normal. So that’s what happened.”

“But what about my old life? How does this happen? How am I supposed to be a girl?” Mandy had so many questions.

“Ohh sweetie, there, there” the person on the phone said in a calming voice. “All of your new life will come naturally to you. Your job is the same, your family too, but all of them will have only ever known you as Mandy. As for the things that are different, you will have a full understanding of them. Even if you don’t know how. Your girl friends, how to do makeup and act as a proper woman. All of it will come to you naturally.” The woman hung up before Mandy could say anything more.

A wave of thoughts going through Mandy’s new head she was excited and nervous about what her day would bring. Rolling out of bed Mandy went to her dresser, opening the bottom drawer she looked down at it full of pink and white diapers. Grabbing a white one, a pack of wipes and powder she then walked to the nightstand and pulled out a large changing mat. “How did I know all of this was there?” She thought as she laid the mat out on her bed, “I guess the person on the phone was right. I’ll just know what to do and shouldn’t think about it.” Lying on top of it Mandy untapped her wet pink diaper, wiping herself clean. Before rolling up the wipes in the used diaper. She then unfolded the new diaper and slipped it under her bubble butt. Sprinkling herself in powder she pulled the front of the diaper up and taped it in place. Next to her nightstand was a large diaper pail that she discarded her nighttime diaper into. Going around her room she grabbed some socks and a bra from her dresser. Then to her closet she pulled out a pair of jeans as well as a cute long sleeve top. Putting the clothes on she looked in the mirror that hung on her closet door. Looking back at Mandy was a woman who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s. Long brown hair that went to her shoulders. Perky but not large boobs, a thin waist and a cute butt that was accentuated by the obvious diaper bulge.

Mandy walked out of the bedroom and into her house. The floor plan was the same as Marks old life, but the decor was more feminine and it was a lot cleaner. Sitting on one of the kitchen chairs was a work bag. Mandy opened it up, inside was her notepad, laptop, and other work things. But there was also two spare diapers and a travel sized pack of wipes and powder. Mandy grabbed the bag and walked into the garage. Parked inside where Marks F-150 normally was sat a Subaru sedan. Mandy got in, started it up and drove towards her work. All the roads were the same. Even the Starbucks right next to the office was there. Mandy went through the drive thru there and got herself a coffee for the morning.

Walking into her work Mandy was greeted by her coworkers, the same coworkers from Marks world. The only difference was about half of them had a pretty clear diaper bulge, both men and women alike. Mandy went to her office which was the same, except just like her house was better decorated. She began her work and everything felt normal. After a few hours though Mandy began feeling a warm sensation growing between her legs. Shocked she reached down and gently pressed the front of her jeans. This confirmed what she already knew. She was wetting herself. Without any thought or feeling of a full bladder, she was uncontrollably wetting, like she’d never been potty trained. After a brief moment she felt her body stop going. Feeling her diaper she knew she didn’t need a change yet.

Mandy’s day continued on. She stopped for lunch, knowing she had some meals in the break room, she went back and heated one up. While eating a couple coworkers joined her as they ate as well. There was usual chitchat about work and everyone’s weekend plans. It really was like everyone else had been living in this world forever. As Mandy got up one of her coworkers spoke up. “Mandy have you changed your diaper yet today? You’re looking pretty saggy. I know I always need one around lunch.”

Mandy looked down and it was clear from the swollen, saggyness that she had a full diaper on. Not even her jeans could hide it. “Haha, no I haven’t.” Mandy said nervously. “I should probably do that before I start working again.” Mandy went back to her desk, grabbed her changing supplies and walked with them open in her hand to the restrooms. When she got there she was greeted by two doors. One with a man, woman and toilet image. The other with a man, woman and diaper image. Going into the one with the diaper, she locked the door behind her. Inside was a large wooden table with a rubber mat on top. There was also a sink, a trashcan and a large diaper genie. Underneath the changing table were stacks of disposable changing pads. Mandy grabbed one, laying it out before getting on top of it. Making quick work, she pulled down her pants, removed her wet diaper, wiped herself, and put on the new diaper with a refresh of powder as well. The whole thing only took her a couple of minutes. Discarding the old diaper and changing pad Mandy washed her hands and went back to work.

Around 4 her phone rang, looking at the screen it said “Jackie” "hmmm. I wonder if this is this worlds Jack?" Mandy thought. Jack was Marks best friend and in the old world they had plans that night. “Hello?” Mandy answered.

“Hey girl, are we still on for dinner tonight? Eric is having his friends over and I don’t need to be around their bro fest.” Jackie said. This was definitely Jack, Mandy thought to herself. In Marks world Jack was dating Erica and he hated her friends. So it only made sense that Jackie didn’t like Eric’s friends.

“Of course! I don’t mind saving you from a dreaded boys hang. I’ll be off at 5 so want to meet for margs at 6?” Mandy said.

“Perfect!” Jackie answered before the two both hung up.

Mandy finished her work day out wondering what Jackie would look like when she saw her. Driving home to freshen up before going back out Mandy couldn’t help but think about how amazing this was. Not only was she a girl, but she was also wearing diapers 24/7 and it was completely the norm. She thought to herself, "I think this world will be easy to get used to."

Chapter 4 - The Visibility Protest

As November wore on, frustration with the university’s treatment of the ABDL students had reached a boiling point. They had been sidelined, ignored, and deprived of basic facilities for long enough. Their isolated dorm still lacked adequate bathrooms, and the message from the administration was crystal clear: “You have your own accommodations; surely, you’ll be just fine.”

The frustration, the lack of support, and the feeling of being pushed aside had reached a point of no return. Eve and her friends knew they had to make a stand, but they wanted it to be bold, unapologetic, and unmistakably clear.

One evening, the group gathered in their common room, brainstorming ways to make an impact. They wanted the university to notice and, more importantly, to respond.

“We need to stop hiding,” Claire said, voicing what everyone was feeling. “If they’re forcing us into this 24/7, then we should embrace it. Let’s show them we’re not ashamed.”

“But how?” Eve asked, curious yet hesitant.

Sam’s face lit up as an idea struck him. “What if we make it obvious? Like, literally obvious. We design custom jeans with a clear plastic panel, right around the diaper area. Full visibility.”

A hush fell over the room. It was daring, almost confrontational. But it was exactly what they needed.

“That’s bold,” Eve said, a smile spreading across her face. “They wouldn’t be able to ignore us.”

They all nodded, and in that moment, their protest idea took shape. Each pair of jeans would feature a transparent panel so the diaper was completely exposed. Not only would this capture attention, but it would also make a powerful statement about their experiences. Since the bathroom situation left many in diapers all day, they’d simply own it.

The group spent the evening turning their plan into reality. They each brought an old pair of jeans and carefully cut and stitched clear plastic fabric around the waist and seat. The final result was striking: a powerful display of visibility and pride.

As they worked, they laughed and shared embarrassing stories. Eve listened as Sam recounted an awkward lecture when he’d suddenly realized he had gone without even noticing, simply due to his body adjusting to life in diapers.

“I stood up and, well… the warmth hit me just then,” Sam said with a laugh, his cheeks red. “Everyone noticed, but I just played it cool.”

They all chuckled, sharing their own stories of surprise moments and mishaps, each one a reminder of how their shared experiences had brought them closer together.

“This protest is going to change things,” Eve said, her voice full of conviction. “Tomorrow, we’ll make sure they see us.”

The group agreed, each of them feeling a surge of pride as they finished their visibility pants, ready to make their statement the next day.

The Day of the Protest

The following morning dawned clear and crisp. Eve, Sam, Claire, and the others gathered outside their dorm, each proudly wearing their visibility pants with diapers fully exposed beneath. A few were already showing signs of use, a silent message that they were taking the university’s disregard for bathrooms and privacy and turning it into defiance.

As they walked to the main campus courtyard, their presence caused a stir. Students turned their heads, whispered, and snapped photos. It didn’t take long before videos of the protest began circulating on social media, spreading fast. By mid-morning, #VisibilityProtest was trending, and students from across campus began adding to the petition.

Some were confused or even dismissive, but others voiced their support online, commending the group for standing up for their rights. The campus news account posted a livestream, interviewing students who had signed the petition and discussing the unfair treatment. Within hours, the story was exploding beyond the university, catching the attention of student groups and advocacy organizations.

Their online petition gained traction too, gathering hundreds of signatures as students from across campus and beyond shared it. As they handed out flyers and talked to passersby, Eve’s phone buzzed with notifications: comments, shares, and messages of support.

Shortly after noon, Eve received a notification: a university-wide email had been sent out from the administration.

Subject: Unauthorized Demonstration Notice

Dear Students,

We are aware of the demonstration currently taking place. While we respect your right to express your views, we remind all students that organized protests must have prior approval from the Office of Student Affairs. Failure to adhere to university guidelines may result in disciplinary action.

Sincerely, University Administration

Eve read the email aloud, and the group exchanged knowing looks.

“They’re scared,” Sam said, grinning. “This means we’re getting to them.”

The email didn’t slow them down; instead, it bolstered their resolve. If anything, the administration’s response showed they were finally being noticed. With renewed energy, they continued their protest, talking to students, handing out flyers, and encouraging everyone to sign the petition.

By the end of the day, the petition had gathered thousands of signatures, with students and even alumni voicing support online. Their movement was no longer just about a few bathrooms or access to the library—it was becoming a symbol of unity and resilience.

The Roadmap

As the protest wrapped up, the group gathered back at the dorm, exhausted but energized. Sitting around their common room, Eve opened her laptop and pulled up a document they had labeled “Roadmap for Change.”

“Today was the first step,” she said, looking at her friends. “Now we need to think about what comes next.”

They brainstormed ideas, talking late into the evening. Together, they drafted a list of key issues they wanted to tackle:

1. Library Access: Reopen the main library to all students, without restrictions.
2. Bathroom Facilities: Ensure fair and adequate bathroom access for everyone.
3. Improved Dining Options: Demand equal dining options in a better location.

For now, they left the rest blank, knowing they’d have to take things one step at a time. But the roadmap gave them direction—a reminder that this fight was just beginning.

That night, as they moved the protest materials back to the common room, they shared a quiet moment of reflection. For many of them, it had been a long day, and the fullness of their diapers by now was a reminder of how their bodies had adapted. They might be expressing their pride and resilience, but it was also clear just how much the lack of basic accommodations had impacted them physically.

As they settled into their dorm, each of them feeling both proud and exhausted, Eve refreshed the petition page one last time. The signature count had climbed further, and they all knew that the growing support from students and strangers alike was a sign they had done the right thing.

“We’re not alone in this,” Claire murmured. “People are seeing us now.”

And as they looked around at one another, they realized this protest wasn’t just about making demands—it was about claiming their place, fully visible and unafraid. They would keep pushing, one small victory at a time, knowing that each step brought them closer to the fair treatment they deserved.

As the night wore on, the group finished tidying up their protest supplies and drifted back to their rooms, feeling a mixture of pride and exhaustion. The success of their visibility protest had exceeded their expectations, and the overwhelming support had energized them. Social media was still buzzing with posts and messages about the petition, and the roadmap for change lay on the coffee table as a symbol of their determination.

Eve was just about to turn off her laptop and get some much-needed rest when a new email notification appeared on her screen. The subject line immediately caught her attention:

Subject: Meeting Request Regarding Petition

Eve took a deep breath and opened the email.

From: University Administration
To: Eve Lancaster

Dear Ms. Lancaster,

We have reviewed your petition and the concerns raised by your group’s recent demonstration. We would like to invite you to meet with us to discuss these matters in further detail.

Please report to the Office of Student Affairs at 3:00 PM tomorrow.

Sincerely, University Administration

Eve read the email twice, her heart pounding. This was it—an invitation to sit down and discuss their grievances with the university. The protest had forced them to listen, and now she would have the chance to make their case face-to-face.

She quickly forwarded the email to Sam, Claire, and the rest of the group with a simple message: “We did it. They want to talk.”

As her friends replied with excitement and encouragement, Eve’s nerves started to settle. Tomorrow would be a crucial day. She didn’t know what to expect, but she was ready to represent her friends and their cause.

Eve closed her laptop and lay down, feeling a sense of accomplishment. This was only the beginning, but it was a step in the right direction.

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/TZr0LxBv4A

The enema finally stopped flowing after about 10 Minutes. Liliana looked like she was pregnant with twins and her stomach hurt more than ever. Thankfully she felt the robot go to remove the enema hose and she would be able to release whatever was inside of her.

Sadly as the robot removed the enema hose it was quickly replaced with something quickly stretched her butthole as it was inserted and that quickly wrapped around the base of it. Immediately Liliana knew that the robot had placed a butt plug in the enema tubes place and it would not be letting her release any time soon.

Suddenly a large adult sized bouncer dropped from the ceiling. The same kind of bouncer parents would put their children in to bounce around but this one was made for adults, hence the name. The arms then picked Liliana which caused her even more pain in her abdomen. The robot arms then dropped her in the bouncer and quickly retracted back into the ceiling.

Then after a few seconds which felt like hours to Liliana due to the strong pressure that is continually pressing on Liliana’s stomach, the man appeared back on the screen.

“Ah look at you, the robots did a perfect job. You know what I just pumped into you right? Well it was a milk and molasses enema! Thats right! And by the way that silly little plug that’s stopping you up is there for a reason. You need to be properly cleaned out if that plug wasn’t there you would just immediately release it! Anyway there is a special function on that butt plug let me show you!”

Suddenly his hand pops up on the screen holding some sort of remote. He then pushes a button on said vibrator and immediately Liliana feels the butt plug inside of her start to vibrate. The vibrating plug was now not only massaging her prostate but it was also causing all of the mess inside of her to vibrate constantly

“You know that plug vibrates at the perfect frequency to take all of the poop off the walls of your bowels and it even makes whatever’s in your stomach immediately drop to your bowels! Ain’t that great! Science!”

All of this talking was white noise to Liliana, all she was focusing on was trying not to pass out by trying to push out the plug that holds the dam in place.

“Are you even listening to me? Fucking typical. Babies like you don’t listen. Maybe you should hold that in for hmmmmm. Let’s say. An hour!”

Liliana hears that part and immediately starts to beg from behind her gag.

“NHHHHH NHHHHH!”

It’s all just gibberish though as the the occasional moan comes out of Liliana from the vibrating butt plug massaging her prostate but it doesn’t last long before the cramps take over her attention once more

after an hour passes

Liliana is now completely defeated, to her all she knows is cramps but suddenly an arm pops out of the wall and Liliana gets extremely excited even though she knows what is soon to follow after the plug is removed.

The first thing the robot removed was the binky gag, then with much anticipation the robot reached its way down into the back of her diaper. The cold nature of the metal made her shiver once more but she felt as the metallic fingers grasped the base of the butt plug.

“Come onnn. Just take it out already”

Then suddenly the robot pulls the plug out, and the dam is broken. Or so she thought. As the plug is taken out a small amount of liquid spurts out of her butthole in reaction to her hole not being totally closed as the plug is taken out. Liliana then pushes but for some reason nothing happens

Even though the plug is out for some reason no matter how hard she pushes nothing I coming out. She pushes and pushes and pushes to the point she is fully exhausted and has almost gave up, that was until she gave one last push with all of her remaining strength.

As she did so she grunted as hard as she could and she squeezed every muscle in her body to the point her face was red and there were veins popping out of her forehead. And with one final heave

Pop.

BLORRRRTPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Suddenly a large clump of mess shot out of her at an alarming rate and squished up against her diaper, that caused the dam to be broken

PLBLBLBLBLBLBLB

Suddenly a wave of mush comes rushing out of her back side. It quickly in less than a second fills the seat of her diaper that was tightly hugged against her body by the bouncer. She noticed that she still looked extremely bloated so she pushed again.

BLARRRRRRRRRRT

Suddenly another wave of nasty mush triple the size of the first two pours out of her ass into her diaper that was now quickly turning dark brown. This new wave of mess had to quickly find somewhere to go in her diaper and since the seat of her diaper was full it made its way to the bottom of her diaper. She could now feel the mess ever so slightly touching the bottom of her pussy.

She noticed that despite her diaper almost full that she was still just as bloated as she start so once more she pushed

BLARPPPPPPTTTTTTT

With as much momentum as the first wave a pile of mush 8 times the size of her original 3 messes came out of her. This time it made sure that it reach the front of her diaper. There was now nasty shit covering the entirety of her private parts and the poop somehow made its way all the way to the front of the diaper to about the height of the tapes. Liliana noticed that she was now visably less bloated but by only about 1/3 so she knew there was still more where that came from.

She knew she couldn’t go much longer so she gave the hardest push yet and it produced results

PLORBLBLLBLBLPTTTTTTT BLARRRRRRRTTTT BLORPPPPPP

These are all noises that came out of Liliana as a final pile of mess made its way into her diaper. The diaper was now ballooned out and somehow that diaper had stretched out in order to hold in all of her mess. The final push had produced about 10 times what had already been in her diaper so the slimy nasty sludge had covered every single part of the inside of the diaper and the diaper was now ballooned out so much that it reached her knees.

The bouncer doing practically the same as the diaper had stretched out in order to cover all of the diaper and made sure everything was pressed up against Liliana.

All of this pushing made Liliana weak and with that she felt her bladder release. She started to pee in her diaper and all of the urine combined with the nasty mush that laid in her now massive diaper and made it even more unbearable.

Since the start every time Liliana poured more mess into her diaper Liliana moaned and groaned as she was pushing.

“OOOOOOOOH, ohhhhhhh oh fuck. This is so nasty. Oh my god, please get me out of this thing.”

liliana pleaded to the mysterious man who was now laughing maniacally at her wallowing in her own filth

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/kQkOR0MsCh

Part 4: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/3GhdmFs57P

Liliana stopped struggling. The arms finished their act of dissolving her top layer of clothes but suddenly they did something else. They started moving Liliana over to a corner of the room. Not sure why Liliana looked at the floor in curiosity

Suddenly the floor in the corner sunk into a hole. It was dark in the hole and it looked like a trash shoot and immediately Liliana thought she was gonna be dropped into it so panic once again set in but it quickly sub sided when she noticed that something popped out of the hole.

There was now a tall structure right underneath her feet she didn't know what it was at first but after a few seconds realization set in. It was an adult sized changing table. Liliana knew what that mean and she immediately began squirming in the robots grasp again but it was no use, the robot simply tightened its grasp.

The robotic arms then laid Liliana down on the table, the flexibility of the robotic arms greatly suprised Liliana. It seemed as if it could do 10 laps through the room and the arm still wouldn't be done extending. One arm then took her arms and pinned them above her head. The other arm took her legs and pinned them down to the table.

Suddenly, a third arm came out of the wall and took its pointer finger and pushed it down onto the front of Liliana's panties. Immediately she felt a small wet feeling in the front of her panties and knew that, the robot was using that weird clothes dissolving solution.

Her predictions were right and immediately within seconds her panties dissolved and flew up into the air with a puft of black smoke. Liliana's hairy unshaved woman hood was now on full display for the robot and this weirdo creep who was watching everything the robots were doing in silence.

Weirdly a robotic voice came out of one of the hand. It simply stated.

"Little babies should not have hair down there. Commencing shave protocal"

Liliana knew exactly what that meant and all the sudden one of the robots fingers suddenly shifted into an electric razor. It went up and down Liliana's most intimate areas with amazing accuracy. Making sure that absolutely no hair was left unshaved.

Liliana then felt a cold sensation on her bare skin. She noticed the robotic arm start pouring a weird oily substance on her skin. She also noticed that it quickly dried onto her skin. Then she felt it. For about 15 seconds her private area burned like hell. She wiggled and cried slightly in the robots grasp but finally the burning stopped. She almost felt relaxed after the robot put that weird stuff on her and the burning ceased.

The robot then spoke again

"There you go. Now no hair should ever grow back"

Liliana heard those words and was immediately furious but after a few seconds she noticed that not having to shave down there was sort of a blessing so she calmed down once again.

"Initating vital check"

liliana watched as the robot did some sort of weird scan on her. A beam came out of its wrist and it started to scan her up and down. This went on for about 20 seconds before speaking once again.

"Name: Liliana Age: 19 Bladder: 89% full Bowels: 60% full Hair: black Height: 5' 4 Weight: 100 pounds Contingency: 100% intact Temperature: unknown, imitating manual exam"

Liliana not sure what it mean by manual exam when it said it didn't know her temp but she assumed it would just scan again. She was completely wrong. She saw the robotic arm retract back into the ceiling and show back up holding a glass thermometer, seeing how her nurse mom checked the temperature of babies she knew exactly where that was going.

Suddenly the robotic arms flipped Liliana onto her stomach with her limbs pinned in the same position. Liliana started to thrash and squirm really hard but once again there was absolutely nothing she could do against the robots grip. Within seconds she felt the cold glass rod hit her butt crack. The small glass thermometer kept descending down her crack until it eventually reached her hole.

The robot applied slightly more pressure to the thermometer and then it slipped in. The caused Liliana to writhe in discomfort. The robot left the cold thermometer in her butt few a few seconds before taking it out and scanning the results.

"Temperature: 98.7 degrees Fahrenheit"

Liliana now relieved the robot flipped her back over and watched as the robotic arm retracted back into the ceiling, and arrived back in a few seconds holding what looked like a large pillow with unicorns on it. Except this was no pillow. Liliana immediately knew what this robot had in its hand and she once again for the 100th time began to panic again.

The robot quickly unfolded the diaper and placed it underneath her by guiding her hips upward. It then took out a tube of cream and spread it all over her private parts which made her instinctively shiver at the cold cream. It then sprinkled baby powder over the same area. It then took the front of the diaper and pulled it over the front of her body. The robot then took the tapes and precisely taped them onto the landing zone so the diaper was now snug on Liliana's body.

The robot then placed Liliana down on the floor to move around at her own will.

"Awwww look at the little baby. By the way, don't even think about taking off that diaper. If you do well let's just say. There is a punishment in order. Robot! Take off her binky"

the robots then took off the binky gag and quickly retracted with it in hand

"Are you fucking kidding me? A diaper? I'm not a child!"

liliana exclaimed angrily to the mysterious man

"I beg to differ. Also don't use that nasty language once again, if you do there is a punishment in line for you"

the man assured her

"What are you gonna fucking do about it freak?"

liliana then takes the tapes of the diaper and rips them off and the diaper falls to the floor.

"Annnnd bingo! You just earned yourself a double punishment. How lucky of you! Robots commence punishment sequence 3n4m4 and punishment sequence temp-bowel-serum"

the man exclaims with anger in his voice

"Oh shit. Why did I do that"

liliana thinks to herself in a panic. The robotic arms than repeat the same sequence as earlier. Except they just put the same diaper back onto her. As the arms resecured the diaper onto her she watched as 2 new arms popped out of nowhere like usuall. There was now 2 arms holding her down and 2 arms holding mysterious items.

Quickly Liliana noticed that one of the arm was holding a needle and syringe. She watched as the arm moved over to her and injected the weird concoction into her abdomen. As it did so she quickly exclaimed

"Ooooowww-"

But in the middle of her pain the same arm put the binky gag back onto her and retracted back into the ceiling. Now there was just the other arm holding some weird rubber container that was connected to some sort of hose.

She felt as the robots stood her up but didn't let go of her arms and legs. The simply kept her arms suspended in the air and her legs spread apart on the ground. She then watch as the arm hung this weird container from the ceiling and took the hose and lowered it behind her.

She stayed there in confusion not sure what it was doing but quickly she felt as the back of her diaper was yanked down to expose her powder covered butt. She then felt a similar sensation as to when she had her temperature taken. A weird round thing going in between her butt cheeks.

"Are they checking my temp again? Was that serum supposed to give me a fever or something?"

Liliana thought to herself as she felt this weird tube continue to make its way toward her butthole. As it finally made its way the robot did the same thing. It applied slightly more pressure and the tube slipped inside of her. The only thing was this time the tube felt much larger so it left her curious as to what it was doing.

After a few seconds it saw as the robot moved its hands back up to the hose that was connected to the tube and weird bag, but this time it landed on this weird clip looking thing. Suddenly it unclipped the clip and Liliana felt a weird cold sensation in her butthole. Immediately she knew what it was doing. It was giving her an enema.

The only reason she couldnt tell it was an enema was because the bag seemed huge and on the front it read

"1 gallon bag"

Liliana felt as the liquid continued into her bowels, it was cold and soon it started to put pressure on her stomach, that was only about 15 seconds after it started flowing. After about 30 seconds Liliana was now sweating and her stomach was hurting really bad. She looked back up at the bag and noticed there was barely a dent in the amount of liquid that was held inside of it.

Liliana tried everything to expel the enema hose in her butt, but nothing worked. It felt as if it was stuck in place by some inflatable thing inside of her. The enema continued to flow for another 4 minutes, Liliana now looked like she was about 9 months pregnant, but when she looked back up at the bag to see when the pain would end she noticed that the bag was only about 1/2 way empty. She than started crying as the pain in her abdomen was causing her to freeze up.

"M-my stomach"

she thought to herself as she was in a never ending cycle of pain

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 5: Golden Onesie

The return trip to our bed chamber was an uneventful one. I was ever conscious of the thick diaper squishing between my legs, which was growing slightly cold. We arrived back, and much to my dismay, Prince Dorian ordered my assistants to strip me. I blushed deeply as they pulled my dress off, leaving me in just the silly diaper. I crossed my arms over my breasts, embarrassed. Prince Dorian waved off my assistants, who bowed and retreated, leaving us alone.

I eagerly laid down on the changing table, “Please get me out of this thing.” I sighed.

“Was that an order?” Prince Dorian said with a grin as he stepped up beside me.

I opened my mouth to retort but realized that it was a trap, “I… uhh… No, it was a request.” I said, embarrassed.

“That isn’t how a princess would ask, now is it?” Prince Dorian asked, leaning down so his face was right next to mine, my skin prickling.

“Please, change me?” I asked, hopeful.

He chuckled, “Change your what, sweetheart?” Prince Dorian asked, his voice quick but steady.

I blushed, “Please, change my diaper.” I begrudgingly admitted.

“And why would you need to be changed, my princess?” Prince Dorian asked, his voice even more quiet, his hand stroking my hair.

My eyes darted around, nerves fluttering in my chest, “Please change my diaper; I had to go to the bathroom.” I was finally admitted. 

“Please change my wet diaper.” Prince Dorian said to me.

I gritted my teeth, “Fine, please change my wet diaper.” I pouted.

Prince Dorian stood, leaving me there on the table, “Good girls, don’t ask; you’ll sleep in that; it can hold plenty more.”

Any sense of bliss I had been feeling at his words evaporated. I sat up straight, staring after him as he rummaged through the wardrobe. “Excuse me?” I stuttered, “I’ll do it myself then.” I said, reaching below the table and fumbling, trying to find one of the spare diapers.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” Prince Dorian said, watching me out of the corner of his eye, still fumbling with something in the wardrobe.

“No, this is storming ridiculous; I’m done. I’m not a storming baby, and you will treat me with the respect I deserve.” I said, my fingers popping the tabs of the diaper and letting it drop.

I stood, turning to fold the soiled diaper and get it out of my way, when I felt an icy grip upon my wrist. I yelped in surprise, turning to see Prince Dorian right behind me. His gaze could melt steel, and I felt myself shrinking beneath it. With practiced hands, he sat, twisting my arm painfully behind my back and forcing me over his lap, pushing my head down so my rear lifted, wriggling about in his face with surprise.

“Let me go!” I demanded, “What are you doing?!”

“Now, I was going to change you, but someone decided to be naughty.” Prince Dorian said, and suddenly, I felt a sharp slap upon my exposed rear.

He had storming spanked me! “Let me go!” I yelled louder this time.

Prince Dorian just sighed and began raining slaps upon my cheeks, right at the top of my thighs. I squirmed and fought desperately, but he was far too strong. His spanks hurt, but I could survive. The longer the spanking went on, though, the more I felt my resolve fading; my bum was on fire, and each swat amplified the last. Despite my stoic nature, I found myself begging him to stop one minute later, dissolving into crying my eyes out before finally going limp over his lap, completely drained.

Prince Dorian mercifully stopped, sitting me up and pulling me into his embrace, stroking my hair. “I still love you.” he said softly, cuddling me, “I only did that because I care about you, and I want you to flourish and do well. I have to punish naughty behavior; I just want you to be a good girl for me. Now, tell me, why were you punished?” he asked.

I was still drained of energy, sniffling and crying softly. It took me a while before I could finally answer, “Because your family is crazy.” I said, poking the bear. As much as I knew I shouldn’t, I was pissed!

Prince Dorian shifted me on his lap and smacked my thigh, making me yelp. “Why. Were. You. Punished?” he asked again, holding me so I couldn’t avoid another thwack.

I squirmed, trying to pull free, but there was no use; no matter how I tried, he was simply stronger than me. I whimpered pathetically, wanting to avoid further pain, “Because I was naughty.” I begrudgingly admitted. 

He seemed to relax, pulling me into his lap again properly, cuddling me, and consoling my tears. “How were you naughty?”

I blushed, my resolve having been shattered. I didn’t want to answer him; I tried to remain stoic and hard, but I couldn’t. My rear was on fire; I had found out the painful way that he was far stronger than me, short of running away; I couldn’t avoid this. I gritted my teeth, resolving to please him and stroke his ego long enough for me to be able to get away later. “I was naughty because I was talking back to you,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“And?” he asked, motioning to the diaper I had left discarded on the bench.

I groaned, squirming, and his grip tightened around me, making me feel utterly trapped, “and because I took that off?” I asked.

“Because you took what off?” Prince Dorian demanded, his voice remaining firm.

My fists clenched, “Because I took off the diaper.” I was finally admitted.

“Who’s diaper did you take off?” he asked, not giving me a single inch.

“Because I took off MY diaper!” I yelled, “Happy?”

“No.” Prince Dorian said, “Because you made me punish you, and your punishment isn’t over. I don’t want to do this.” he said, rolling me from his lap and laying me on the table.

I felt a jolt of fear coursing through me, “Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing? I said I’m sorry, please, I’ll behave!” I yelped, sitting up as he stood, my legs ready to swing over the side and run.

He turned his gaze on me, cold anger in them that stopped me dead in my tracks, “I just proved you couldn’t overpower me, and if you run outside those doors, the guards will drag you back in. If you know what’s good for you, lay back down.”

My eyes twitched from him to the door, anxiety and fear nearly making me flee regardless. “What are you going to do?” I demanded.

“It’s still day one.” Prince Dorian said, standing and addressing the garments he had pulled from the wardrobe, “And this is your first offense. The only thing I’m doing is the spanking and a measure to ensure you can’t take off your diaper again.”

He pulled a black belt of some sort from the pile, and I stared at it curiously. It seemed it would go around my waist and between my legs. How on earth would that prevent me from removing the storming diaper? Regardless of what he could have done, this seemed far from the worst. If all I had to do were wear the storming belt, that would be it. I begrudgingly laid back down, my rear on fire.

“Good girl.” Prince Dorian said, his anger dissolving away as he smiled.

From below the table, he pulled a luxurious-looking container. The box was a deep crimson, accented with intricate gold filigree and delicate engravings that covered every visible surface. The top was adorned with ornate patterns, featuring two large, ruby-red gemstones flanked by smaller jewels, each inset in golden swirls. He opened the box, pulling forth several white wet wipes trimmed with a delicate gold design.

Prince Dorian gently spread my legs, his fingers running the wipe across my crotch, over my lips, and to my rear. I was too spent from the spanking to fit back or even feel mortified and embarrassed at the treatment. I just wanted this to be done; I tried to get the storms away from this man.

I felt him gathering my legs and lifting my rear off the table, sliding a diaper underneath my cheeks once again, much to my dismay. Holding me in the air still, I felt him applying a generous layer of baby powder before laying me back down. Something felt off about the diaper, though, and I gave him a curious look, his eyes locked on mine. I felt myself shrinking back at his gaze, which, while it had softened, he still had a look that told me he was in charge.

I cringed back as he pulled the diaper up between my legs and began fastening the tabs into place. It soon became evident why it had felt so off previously; this diaper was wet! I yelped, glancing down to find the same pink diaper I had been wearing being pinned on around my hips. “Wait, what are you doing?” I demanded.

“You didn’t need a change yet.” Prince Dorian said firmly, “You aren’t used to being in wet diapers yet, and this is a part of your training.” He said, pulling the last tabs into place.

“No, please, don’t make me sleep in this!” I cried, desperate.

“This one can hold far more, and I was generous; I added a layer of powder which will help you feel dry for a while; you should thank me.” Prince Dorian said, his eyes boring into mine. 

I whimpered, squirming, his hand against my tummy, pinning me to the changing table so I couldn’t squirm free, his other hand still grasping my ankles. I squirmed for a few moments, trying to get free, my cheeks burning at how easily he seemed to be able to control me. “Fine, thank you for the powder,” I said begrudgingly. 

Prince Dorian nodded, taking the black belt I had seen before and running it under my hips and between my legs. I looked curiously at the belt, unsure how it was intended to keep me from removing the storming thing. He fit the belt just above my hips, pulling the three ends together and doing something I couldn’t see. I felt the belt tighten around me, mostly my hips, but I realized with how it sat, unless it stretched, I couldn’t get it over my hips. That, combined with the portion between my legs, meant I couldn’t wriggle out of it. He released me, and my hands instantly went to the belt, pulling and tugging, realizing that it did effectively trap me in my diaper.

I blushed deeply as I realized this. Prince Dorian grinned as I made my discovery, my frustration palpable. “Once you can be trusted, we can forgo the belt. Until then, only your attendants or I can remove it,” he said.

I pouted, pulling uselessly at the belt, “Please, don’t leave me in this!” I cried, “I’ll be good.”

“I know you will; this will ensure you are a good girl.” Prince Dorian said, patting my crotch. 

I gave up trying to get out of the belt for the moment, looking at what Prince Dorian was holding. At first, I thought it was a shirt, but buttons were lining the crotch. I realized it was a onesie!

The onesie was a unique blend of royal elegance and charm, sized to fit an adult while maintaining the style of a classic infant onesie. The fabric was soft, a cream white adorned with vibrant crimson flowers, their large petals blooming across the front in bold contrast. Each flower had intricate golden accents, adding a touch of regal flair, with leaves and swirling vines in metallic gold weaving elegantly between the blooms. The collar, sleeves, and leg openings were trimmed in gold switching, adding a refined edge to the design. The onesie was complete with golden snaps at the bottom.

“Oh, come on.” I said, deflating, “I’m not a freaking baby.” 

“I know, hence why this was designed to fit you.” Prince Dorian said, gathering the material and pulling it over my head, “Plus, it’s in elegant colors; I could get one with babyish designs if you’d prefer. This will help keep your diaper in place overnight.” 

I felt myself blushing, even more so at the idea of being forced to wear a onesie that had a childish print. I wasn’t certain if he actually had such a onesie, and I wasn’t intent on finding out. I begrudgingly allowed him to pull the onesie over my body, leaning me back to pull the material between my legs and snapping the buttons closed. The onesie fit me perfectly, feeling comforting without being overly tight and uncomfortable. As Prince Dorian finished, he pulled something else to complete the look from his pocket, pressing it to my lips.

I was startled, not realizing he had something, and opened my mouth almost reflexively as he forced it in. As I glanced down, I realized he had placed a pacifier in my mouth. It had a gold handle and red shield, with an intricate gold pattern on the guard. The nipple that filled my mouth was large, pressing my tongue down, far larger than any baby pacifier I had seen before. 

Prince Dorian held a finger to the guard, preventing me from spitting it out. “We can do this one of two ways.” he said, his eyes studying me, “You can be a good girl and leave that in, or I can get a strap and make sure you can’t remove it. What will it be?”

I gulped nervously, a look of concern crossing my face. I was already trapped in this storming diaper; the last thing I needed was to have a pacifier strapped to my mouth. Not only did that sound uncomfortable, but it would further my reliance on him. In response, I gave the pacifier a nervous suckle. I felt his finger relax, dropping from the pacifier. He gave me a nod, “Good girl, see, you are learning!” he said with a chuckle.

Prince Dorian stood before me, his hands beginning to strip himself of his outfit. I felt myself blushing deeply as he pulled off his coat and pants, leaving himself in a pair of tight-fitting briefs. “Just about time for bed, princess,” he said, pulling me into his arms and effortlessly lifting me into the air. 

I let out a surprised chirp; he was so strong! He carried me to the bed and sat, still holding me as he pulled us under the covers, the lights in the room dimming almost automatically to a dull, warm glow, moonlight spilling in from the windows. I hadn’t seen him get anything else before this, but he pulled out a large book and rested it before us. He set me beside him, still cradling me close, my head laying against his bare, muscled chest as he opened the book. “I think after the day you’ve had, you deserve story time to help relax.” Prince Dorian said, planting a kiss on top of my head.

The book was a large blue and gold book with a beautiful princess on the cover. The cover was also adorned with flowering plants and lush green trees. I didn’t see a title on the book, but the inside contained similar-style artwork and large, regal-looking letters that Prince Dorian had begun to read. “Once upon a time…” he read.

The story was like any other children's tale I had heard growing up, about a princess making friends and making some bad decisions before ultimately realizing the errors of her way.  While I read along with Prince Dorian, I found myself slowly beginning to drift.

It had been a long day for me, from the rough days of travel to the lack of sleep from being on the road to the events of my arrival. I felt sleep slowly creeping into the sides of my vision, the rhythmic rise and fall of Prince Dorian’s chest below me as he read, the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep. I knew I shouldn’t like this man, storms; I should hate him; he had beaten me, he had forced me into diapers, forced me to use them, and now was sending me to bed in the very diaper I had soaked.

I felt utterly ashamed of myself for falling so far from grace. I was supposed to be a princess; I was supposed to be a queen! Yet, within hours of arriving in this kingdom, I had been stripped, diapered, fed from a bottle, spanked, dressed in a onesie, and pacified. For some reason, though, I didn’t hate this man. Perhaps it was from our earlier conversations before my arrival, or maybe there was something else about him; I wasn’t sure. Regardless of my true feelings, within only a few minutes, I slipped into blissful unconsciousness, held in his embrace. 

End of Chapter 5

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Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/DSOcY1nuR9

Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/1RkGdd9aSz

That sadness quicky turned into fear when suddenly she heard a tv turn on behind her. As she quickly turned around she noticed the large flat screen that she had somehow missed during her inspection was now displaying static.

She slowly aproached the tv when suddenly a masked man popped up on the screen. This mysterious man was wearing a weird looking anonymous mask, but she was his only hope.

"Oh thank god. Sir, I was accidently trapped in your little place here. Can you please let me out?"

liliana pleaded to the weird man displayed on the tv but his, her their? Whatever they were, their answer wasn't as she had expected.

"You are a trespasser and you are trespassing on private property. Probably one of those spies from tykables. You are to be punished for this active immediately"

the man told Liliana

"Umm spy? I don't know what you are talking about. Me and my family just moved in to a house nearby! So can you ummm just let me out now?"

liliana pleaded once more

"Nonsense, you are making excuses. I didn't know those pricks were hiring people so young to try and spy on us. Pitiful"

the man was practically saying gibberish to her as he went on and on about this weird company named tykables and their spies

"Listen, this is just a big misunderstanding. I swear I can get out of your hair and you'll never see me again."

liliana is now getting more and more desperate to try and make this man understand that she is not who he thinks she is.

"LIAR! You are a liar. You broke into my laboratory, tried to steal my secrets, and are now lying to me. Lying is for children and if you are going to act like one then you must be treated like one."

the man did not show it but he was clearly smiling a devious smile underneath that weird mask he had one

"W-wait what are you talki-"

suddenly weird robotic arms popped out of the wall and strapped some weird device around Liliana's face to restrict her speech. As it strapped it around her face she felt a small nub enter her mouth. She quickly noticed that it was a binky but she couldn't remove it

"MHHHH MHHHH"

liliana quickly began to panic as she noticed the gag around her head and the weird mechanical arms that place them there. She continued grasping at the gag but it was no use. It simply didn't budge

"That's better. Now you can't spout those shitty lies at me. You know, you're a lot more tolerable when you shut up. Anyway, let's get you into some proper attire. Robot commence baby girl sequence 12-AB, also run vitals and diagnostics"

suddenly 2 robotic arms popped out of the wall and made their way toward Liliana

"W-wait, what?"

liliana thought to herself, not sure at all as to whatever they just said

"Don't worry about it."

the man said as arms sharply darted toward Liliana. She tried to dodge them but it was no use. They quickly grabbed Liliana by the sides as if she was a small infant and they raised her whole body off of the ground to suspend her in the air.

She felt the arms suddenly become very wet with something. The wetness on these weird cold robotic hands suddenly leaked onto Liliana's clothes and as Liliana became visably disgusted it made her not noticed that her clothes started to melt off of her. The clothes had dissipated as if they were made out of dust. With one fast puff the clothes dissolved into the air as if they never existed.

Liliana only noticed that her white crop top and black jean shorts wear gone when she felt the very cold touch of the metal palms. She noticed and became very panicked. Luckily she was still in her black bra and lacy black thong to match which meant she still had some dignity, but even then she started to wiggle her body vigorously to escape.

She tried and tried but it was no use. The hands had her arms tight secured around her body. All she could do was dangle and kick her legs in the air.

"Wow, this baby has a really nice body. Did anyone ever tell you that your ass looks nice in that thong"

The mysterious person said through the screen. These weirdly off topic and down right perverted comments made Liliana extremely flustered. She now noticed the true nature of her situation and she had to find a way to escape this place or else

Liliana feared what the man would do next but she decided to bury her fears deep down. She had to be smart about this situation. Give this person who was most likely a man what they wanted, she knew it wouldn't be easy but it was her only chance at survival.

(Let me know if you guys want me continue. I know this story has been sort of slow so far but next chapter is gonna be full on diapers. So let me know!)

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/MtDotywCMQ

It's a dark cold autumn night. It's the day before Liliana's 19th birthday and she decided to celebrate by sneaking out and exploring the woods behind the new house that her parents had bought since her dad got a new job.

Exploring went about as she had expected she would find in the woods. Tree, bugs, wildlife, ect. There was one case where she found a small cat, she walked up to it and patted its head. The cat recripocated by leaning into her hand as she continued to pet it. She thought about taking it home but she didn't think that her mom would appreciate her bringing home a dirty stray.

Suddenly she watched as the cat meowed at her and started to walk away. Liliana taking this as a sign to follow it she stood up from her previous squatting position and started to follow this small black and white feline through the woods.

They walked and walked and walked for about 10 minutes with the cat looking back every so often to make sure she was following behind. Eventually the cat reached its destination. Liliana not sure why it brought her here she got on one knee and asked the cat. "Why did you bring me here little fella." As she got on her knee she didn't feel the soft dirt beneath it as she expected but something rather metal and cold.

With quick haste she wiped away the leaves on the ground in order to inspect this mysterious object beneath the trees remains. As she did so she noticed that this mysterious metal object wasn't an object at all. Instead it was a rather large metal hatch.

Liliana being the naturally curious person she is she tried to find an opening to this mysterious hatch. She scanned it with her eyes until a few moments later she noticed she had to simply twist off the top. She grabbed the sides with all her might and twisted. After a few moments the hatch gave way.

The sudden jolt of movement kicked Liliana on her butt with a loud thud, but she persisted. She got right back up and continued to unscrew the hatch. Expecting some sort of sewer system or under ground war tunnels she popped off the top of the hatch and took a look inside.

She noticed that the hatch actually had a ladder descending downward into the darkness of this mysterious place. Liliana whipped out her phone and turned on the flash light. She turned it to full brightness and as her eyes adjusted to the now dimly lit area she noticed that the flooring connecting the ladder and the ground was actually wood.

Liliana being even more curious now she deceived that it was time to make her descent down the ladder to explore this mysterious room. As she did so she positioned her bottom to make her way down the ladder. She tested each step of the ladder carefully, by tapping her foot on each of the bars before putting her full weight on it.

Cling, clang, cling, clang. The noise of the ladder as she descended down the final four bars. As her foot touched the wood flooring she was excited that she may have found herself a new hangout place that she could decorate by her own will, but that thought quickly dissipated as she turned around.

She flashed her flashlight behind her and noticed that this room was much bigger than she had anticipated, instead it was rather a waiting room of some sort, at least it used to be. She shone her flashlight around each corner of the room before finally landing her eyes on a front desk. No one was there of course there was simply a few abandoned computers, papers, ect. Above this front desk was what was clearly this companies name. The wall simply read.

"Abdl laboratories INC"

Liliana was unsure as to what Abdl meant, curiously she unlocked her phone and opened Google. She typed in Abdl but as she did so she noticed that was no cell service in this underground space so her search just loaded and loaded and loaded. She quickly turned off her phone after giving up all hope of finding out what these weird words meant but if she had to take a guess it probably meant

"Aeronautical bandwidth destinator of Lan"

This was just a silly guess that she had made up in her mind, instead she decided that she might aswell keep on exploring. She noticed a pair of double doors next to the desk with a small plaque on them that read.

"Main testing chambers"

this fascinated her so naturally she began her descent toward the doors, she pushed them open slowly with a loud

"Creeeeeeek"

And pushed on into the dark hallway that she quickly illuminated with her flash light. As she let go of the door behind her it quickly swung back into place, before shaking a few times and then settling back into its original position.

For an old abandoned laboratory it was surprisingly clean. Not much dust, no bugs, and much equipment that was left behind. The only thing that let her know that the place was abandoned was the fact that the computers that were left here were clearly dated back to the 90's

She noticed a light switch next the doors that she had just arrived through and curiously flipped them all on. Suprisingly 1 light turned on. There were about 20 panel lights spanning across the whole hallway, the same panel lights you'd see in a classroom or just a normal doctors office.

The one single panel light was thankfully enough light to light the whole hallway. Very dimly but still enough to see where you're going. Liliana was greatful for this since her phone was on low battery so she was able to turn off her phone's flashlight.

Liliana saw about 5 doors down this hallway and they were all left open. She decided that she was gonna check out these 5 rooms and then leave for the night and come back in the morning.

She poked her head in the first one and saw nothing special. A desk with an old computer, a chair, and one of those beds you see in a doctors office while getting a physical.

The second and third one were identical. She expected this since they were all on the same side of the hallway. She then decided to check out the rooms on the left of the hallway. She poked her head into the first one but it was simply too dark to see inside of this clearly larger pitch black room. So she was forced to pull her phone back out and use the remaining battery on the flashlight in order to check out this weird room.

As she turned on the light she scanned the room with the flash light. It was weirdly a full white padded room. The same kind of room they would put crazy people in. This kind of freaked her out but not enough to go flying back up the ladder and back home.

She noticed something lying on the floor of the room that made her curious. It was some kind of shiny object that caught her attention. She knew she had to go and look at it so she pressed on inside of the room. She walked up to the object on the far side of the room and crouched down to inspect it.

She then went to pick it up...

As she did so it was only a few seconds before a loud alarm began blaring in her ears and made her drop the object and cover her ears. She quickly grabbed her phone off the floor since the loud noise and forced her to drop it and she quickly went to go and run out of this crazy place.

She started running toward the door but as she was only a few feet away there was a loud metal

"BANGGG"

She looked infront of her. A large metal door had dropped from in between the doorway and locked in her in the darkness. She quickly pulled out her phone in order to light the room to find some way to get the door to retract but as soon as the phone exited her pocket it was dead. She had used the last of her battery on looking at the shiny object that her phone was now dead.

Defeated and devastated she began to cry. She fell to her butt and continued to sob due to her being afraid and overwhelmed. She didn't know what to do, she was trapped in this weird place and she didn't know how to get out.

"Click. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Suddenly bright white lights replaced the darkness and quietness in the room with a soft hum of the electric current flowing through the circuits in the bulb. Liliana could now see her surroundings perfectly.

She took this as a chance and stood up to inspect the doorway. She took a long hard look at the comically large metal door to see if there was any sign of a release button or a latch to withdraw the door from blocking her path.

She searched and searched and searched but nothing. She was truly in a pickle and tears began to stream down her face once more.

(Sorry for long chapter. The rest of the chapters should be about 700-800 words. Just wanted to set the scene)

Backstory and Chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/gdEpRq7lVD

Chapter 2: Lines Are Drawn

Since the incident in the library, campus life had taken a sharp turn for Eve and her friends. It started small—passing glances, whispers between classmates. But within a week, word had spread about the “Diaper group” on campus. As students combed through social media to confirm who belonged, Eve felt as though the entire school was watching her.

She walked across the campus quad toward her next class, keeping her head low. She could hear bits of conversation as people passed by, her name or Sam’s often mentioned in murmurs. Even people she barely knew had scoured her social media, twisting old, harmless posts about her ABDL interests into something scandalous.

After class, she met up with Sam by the fountain, one of the few places on campus that felt somewhat private. He stood with his arms crossed, his usual casual confidence replaced with a frustrated edge.

“Hey,” she greeted him softly, trying to gauge his mood. “Rough day?”

Sam let out a sigh. “You could say that. I just had to unfollow, like, half the campus from my accounts. People have been tagging me in everything, as if they’ve just discovered some huge secret.”

Eve nodded in understanding. “They did the same to me. I’ve had a dozen friend requests and messages just from people trying to ‘confirm’ what they already think they know.”

Sam looked down, frustration simmering. “It’s like they’re treating us as if we’re some kind of sideshow. And now it’s getting worse—there’s this petition going around.”

Eve’s heart sank. “Petition?”

He nodded and handed her his phone, showing a post from the student board’s page: "Petition to Restrict Certain Behaviors on Campus". The words “public health concerns” and “inappropriate behavior” jumped out at her.

“They’re saying things like we shouldn’t have the same access to bathrooms as everyone else,” Sam explained. “Apparently, some people think we don’t ‘need’ it because of… well, you know.”

Eve felt her cheeks flush. “So, they’re really just… dividing us. Just because of something they don’t understand?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied bitterly, “and they’re saying it’s about ‘respecting everyone’s boundaries.’ But really, they’re just afraid. They don’t get it, so they want to push us out.”

As they walked together toward the library, they talked about the rumors, the tension, and how their lives had changed practically overnight. Eve could feel the frustration in Sam’s voice, each word underlining how badly he just wanted to be left alone. They kept their voices low, aware of the glances they drew from others walking by.

“Do you think they’ll actually enforce any of this?” she asked as they reached the library steps.

“I don’t know,” Sam muttered. “I’d like to think the university wouldn’t go along with something so ridiculous. But the way things are going… it just feels like everyone’s picking sides.”

They settled into a quiet corner of the library to study, hoping to find some normalcy. As Eve opened her laptop, she felt a sense of relief being out of sight for a while. The library had always been a sanctuary—a place where she could focus and feel safe. But even here, the tension was palpable.

About an hour into their study session, they noticed Mark standing a short distance away, lingering by the bookshelf, clearly unsettled. He looked nervous, glancing around and wringing his hands. His gaze finally landed on Sam, who gave him a small nod, signaling him over.

Mark shuffled over to their table, his face pale and anxious. “Um… h-hey, Sam,” he stammered, glancing nervously between Sam and Eve. He lowered his voice, almost whispering. “Uh, can I talk to you for a second?”

Sam gave a reassuring nod. “Sure, Mark. What’s up?”

Mark fidgeted, glancing over his shoulder as if he expected someone to overhear. His voice trembled. “I… uh… well, I had… an accident,” he admitted quietly, barely able to meet their eyes. “And, um, I don’t really know what to do.” His face flushed, the embarrassment clear.

Sam exchanged a sympathetic look with Eve. He reached into his backpack and pulled out one of the discreet pull-ups he kept for himself, offering it to Mark. “Here, just in case you need it,” he said gently.

Mark’s eyes widened, his hand hesitating in the air. “I… uh, really? Are you sure?” he stammered, glancing around nervously. His hands shook as he accepted the pull-up, quickly hiding it under his bag.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal,” Sam said, trying to put him at ease. “Things happen. If you need any help, just let me know.”

But their quiet exchange hadn’t gone unnoticed. A nearby student, Jessica, caught sight of the discreet exchange and narrowed her eyes. She whispered to her friends, who turned and began murmuring amongst themselves, glancing at Mark and Sam.

Eve noticed and felt a pang of dread. She knew how quickly rumors spread on this campus, and she could already see the wheels turning in the students around them.

As the week wore on, the tension on campus only escalated. Small groups of non-ABDL students began gathering near the main courtyard, holding signs and chanting slogans. Their demands were clear: they wanted the university to enforce “boundaries” to protect them from what they saw as abnormal behavior. Some of the signs read, “Separate Spaces for Everyone,” and “Respect Campus Cleanliness.”

Eve saw one of the protests firsthand on her way to the dining hall. She paused, watching as a group of students held their signs, casting looks of disapproval in her direction. It was surreal, seeing classmates turn into activists over something as harmless as a personal preference.

That afternoon, Eve and her friends gathered in the dining hall, seeking some refuge from the mounting hostility. As they took their seats, the conversation inevitably drifted back to the protests.

“It’s unreal,” Claire said, her voice low as she glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “They’re acting like we’re some kind of threat.”

Nate nodded, looking equally troubled. “It’s ridiculous. I’ve had people I barely know tagging me in comments and sharing screenshots from my social media. They’re treating this like it’s some huge scandal.”

Eve sighed, poking at her food. “I just don’t get it. This is supposed to be a place where people can be themselves, and now we’re being punished for doing exactly that.”

The group fell into a tense silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. But despite the fear and uncertainty, there was a quiet sense of unity between them, a feeling that, no matter what happened, they’d stand together.

“Maybe it’s time we did something,” Sam suggested, breaking the silence. “We’ve been quiet, just trying to blend in. Maybe it’s time we let people know we’re not ashamed of who we are.”

Eve looked around the table at her friends, their faces a mix of anxiety and determination. It wouldn’t be easy, but she knew Sam was right. If they were going to be treated differently, then they’d face it together, as a community that wouldn’t be pushed aside.

A week later, a campus-wide email from the university administration announced the implementation of the “safety split initiative.” The terms were written in formal, careful language, but the meaning was unmistakable: the ABDL students would be moved to a separate dorm. Their access to certain areas, like the dining halls and main bathrooms, would be limited to designated “ABDL spaces.”

Eve read the email in disbelief. Even though she’d sensed the change coming, seeing it written down felt like a punch to the gut. She glanced over at Sam, who had read the email at the same time. His face was pale, his hands shaking slightly as he gripped his phone.

“Did you see it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. They’re actually going through with it.”

Later that day, they gathered with the rest of the ABDL students in the dorm commons. Each one wore the same expression—shock, frustration, and resignation. Some were silent, staring at the email on their phones, while others voiced their anger, their voices rising in defiance. But there was nothing any of them could do. The decision had been made.

When they arrived at their newly assigned dorm building the next day, their hearts sank. A temporary chain-link fence divided their section from the rest of the dorm, a stark reminder of the university’s new “boundaries.” The fence wasn’t tall, but it was enough—a clear, visible line that separated them from everyone else.

As they moved into their new rooms, a heavy silence settled over the group. This dorm was meant to isolate them, to mark them as “other.” But in that shared silence, Eve realized that they still had each other. If this was how things would be, they would face it together, stronger for the trials they had endured.

Chapter 3: Settling In and Letting Go

The transition into their new dorm was anything but smooth for Eve and her friends. Isolated on the edge of campus in an old, neglected wing, they felt like the university had abandoned them. The flickering, dingy lights cast a harsh glow over the worn-out carpets and faded walls, making the space feel less like a dorm and more like an outdated office building. The musty smell and creaky floors did little to help the atmosphere.

Eve and her friends gathered in the common room, exchanging looks of quiet disbelief. The couches were scratchy, the lighting was harsh, and the overall vibe was more “utility storage” than “home.”

“This is… honestly kind of terrible,” Claire muttered, looking around. “They didn’t even try.”

“Tell me about it,” Eve agreed, crossing her arms. “I mean, if they’re going to make us live here, we can at least make it a little more like home.”

The group shared determined looks. If the university wouldn’t provide them with a comfortable space, they’d create one themselves. They decided to go out and gather anything they could find to add color, warmth, and comfort to the dingy dorm, each of them bringing back armfuls of supplies to start transforming the space.

Back with their decorations, they got to work. Sam draped strings of fairy lights along the walls and ceiling, casting a soft glow that immediately softened the harshness of the overhead lights. Claire spread out blankets and added a few indoor plants, while Eve tacked up posters and colorful tapestries, giving the place a pop of personality. It was coming together like a cozy, makeshift home, and the open layout of their dorm wing made it feel like one big house.

Everyone’s rooms reflected their unique styles, adding warmth and individuality to the space. Doors were left unlocked, and people freely drifted from room to room, sharing snacks and hanging out in each other’s spaces. Soon, their dorm felt like a shared home, a safe place where they could be themselves without judgment.

Just as they were settling in, a rumble of vehicles pulled them out of their reverie. Eve glanced out the window, and to her surprise, a line of delivery vans had pulled up outside, filled with stacks of boxes. Curiosity piqued, they went outside to watch as workers unloaded them, and they quickly noticed the contents: stacks of cheap store-bought diapers, cases of baby powder and diaper cream, baby wipes and finally industrial-sized diaper pails. The diapers were clearly basic and practical, not the high-quality products they were used to.

“Are you kidding me?” Claire asked, crossing her arms with a frown. “They really think we’re going to use these?”

Sam shrugged, smirking. “Guess they went with the cheapest option they could find. Real thoughtful, huh?”

The group exchanged looks, a mix of disbelief and mild amusement. It was absurd, but they had each other to laugh about it with, and the strange delivery somehow brought them closer together.

One of the university staff members, a woman with a clipboard, finally noticed the students and approached them.

“These supplies are for your convenience,” she announced in a matter-of-fact tone. “We were informed that some residents here might need specialized items, so the administration decided to provide them free of charge. If you need anything else, please let us know.”

Sam, biting back his frustration, forced a smile. “Thanks… but I think we’re okay with what we already have.”

The woman nodded, evidently unmoved by his reply, and left with the others. Once the staff had cleared out, Eve and her friends gathered around the piles of supplies, taking in the almost surreal sight of it all.

As evening settled in, they gathered in the common room, dimly lit by fairy lights, which cast a warm, cozy glow. Despite the odd delivery and their less-than-ideal accommodations, they were all starting to relax, laughing about the university’s ridiculous attempt to “support” them.

“I vote we share some embarrassing stories,” Sam said, grinning mischievously. “Might as well make each other cringe a little.”

Eve rolled her eyes, laughing. “Of course you’d suggest that.”

They took turns sharing lighthearted stories, each of them poking fun at their own embarrassing moments. Claire admitted to once getting too comfortable during a study session in the library and decided to “go” forgetting where she was. Eve told a similar story, recalling a time she’d been so focused on a project that she only noticed her “situation” when she stood up. Their laughter filled the room, breaking any tension that remained.

After a while, Claire—getting a little bolder—grinned mischievously. “Alright, alright… I’ve got a game idea. How about a little challenge? Let’s see who can hold the longest.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “You’re on! What’s the prize for the winner?”

“Bragging rights?” Eve laughed, then shrugged. “Maybe the winner doesn’t have to do the dishes tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Claire agreed, and the challenge was set.

As they sat around, the quiet crinkling from their various choices of “gear” became more noticeable. Eve’s was of the plain variety, which was comfortable but decidedly obvious if she moved the wrong way. Sam, meanwhile, had opted for a fun design, a bright and playful print that matched his personality but wasn’t exactly subtle. As they giggled and teased each other, they couldn’t help but share a few comparisons.

“I’ll be honest,” Sam whispered, laughing, “these tapes? So loud. Every time I try to adjust, it’s like I’m announcing myself to the world.”

Eve nodded in agreement. “At least you don’t have to worry about it at night! The struggle is real,” she joked, taking another sip.

Before long, the challenge heated up as everyone held on, refusing to give in. Sam was the first to drop out, laughing in defeat, and the others didn’t last much longer. As their “competition” wore on, they started feeling the effects of their drinks, and Claire jokingly threw down another challenge.

“Okay, okay, round two!” she declared. “This time… let’s see who… um, who can ‘leak’ first.”

Their tipsy laughter filled the room as they jokingly egged each other on, with no one really taking the challenge too seriously but all of them joining in. It was all in good fun, and by the end, everyone was laughing so hard they could barely sit upright.

The night grew lighter as they shared stories, vented their frustrations, played challenges, and got to know each other better. As the drinks and snacks flowed, they began to feel at home, connected by their shared experiences and their determination to make the best of things.

The next morning, Eve woke to a faint headache and the sound of people shuffling around the common room. She dragged herself out of bed, half-groggy, and stumbled to join everyone for breakfast in their assigned cafeteria.

When they arrived, however, they were met with a grim sight. Unlike the bright and bustling main dining hall, their cafeteria was small, with a limited selection of food. The meals looked lukewarm and uninspired, a far cry from what they were used to.

“Is this all we get?” Claire muttered, eyeing her plate of eggs, which looked half-cooked at best. “I thought they promised to upgrade our food options.”

“They said they’d work on it,” Eve replied, though she didn’t sound convinced.

After breakfast, they noticed another issue. Their building had a limited number of bathrooms—just a few outdated stalls, which felt cramped and poorly maintained compared to what they were used to. Concerned, Eve decided to go back to the administration to ask for clarification on the promised upgrades.

Eve met with a university representative later that day, bringing up their concerns about the cafeteria and the inadequate bathrooms.

“We were told we’d have better dining options,” she said, trying to keep her tone respectful but firm. “And as for the bathrooms… some of us still want to use regular facilities.”

The administrator glanced at her clipboard, offering an uncomfortable smile. “Well, regarding the bathrooms, I’m sure you’re aware that… some of your group doesn’t necessarily need them. It’s, ah, an option that’s already… well, accounted for.”

Eve raised an eyebrow, catching the underlying implication. “Are you saying we should just… not use them?”

The administrator cleared her throat. “Well, I’m just saying there’s an alternative. You know..” The administrator's voice shakes as she tries to find a word, “those incontinence products you wear.”

Fuming, Eve left the office and returned to the dorm, where the others were waiting expectantly in the common room.

When Eve walked into the dorm common room, her expression was enough to tell them she didn’t have good news.

“They basically said they’re not going to do anything about the bathrooms,” she said, her voice laced with frustration. “They expect us to just go in the diaper”

Claire groaned, rolling her eyes. “So we’re supposed to just use diapers 24/7? Are they serious?”

“It feels like they’re doing everything possible to make this difficult,” Sam added, crossing his arms.

Everyone looked around, sharing a mix of anger and disappointment. For some, the idea of relying on diapers exclusively wasn’t realistic; they preferred to use the facilities whenever they could.

“I can’t believe they’re doing this,” one of the others muttered. “We shouldn’t have to make that choice just because they want to cut corners.”

Claire angrily popped in saying, “Additionally diapers cost a lot of money, I am barely staying above float with the amount I get” everyone else mutters in agreement.

They all agreed it was unfair. But as they sat together, venting their frustrations, they found some comfort in knowing they weren’t facing this alone. The university’s decisions might have been out of their hands, but together, they’d create a space where they could support each other, no matter what challenges came their way.

The Crimson Crown

A story by SolaraScott

Chapter 4: Cherry Blossoms

As we stepped away from the lake, I found myself in an enchanting section of the garden, feeling as if we had stepped into a dream. The concerns I had felt regarding my soiled undergarments quickly faded as the sheer beauty of the garden surrounded me. Sunlight filtered softly through the delicate pink blossoms overhead, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the path. The air was sweet with the scent of flowers and fresh earth.

The stone path beneath our feet winded gracefully through a bed of low, pastel-hued flowers, which seemed to bloom solely for their beauty. Ancient, gnarled trees with thick, twisted trunks stood guard, their branches stretching protectively over us, sheltering us in a canopy of pink and white. Soft shadows danced upon the ground, mingling with patches of golden light that highlighted the delicate petals scattered along the path. A stone archway rose from the heart of the grove as though marking the threshold into a secret world meant only for us. Vines and tiny blossoms clung to the pillars, weaving up toward the open sky.

Prince Dorian seemed content, letting me absorb my surroundings as we walked. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, our fingers still intertwined.

“It truly is,” I said with a hint of whimsy.

“Did you have anything like this back home?” Prince Dorian asked.

I shook my head, “We had orchards that bloomed in a plethora of different colors,  but nothing like this.”  I said, motioning to the beauty that surrounded us. 

“Well, good news, it’s yours now.” Prince Dorian smiled.

I had momentarily forgotten that I wasn’t just here to visit; I was here to stay. The idea made my heart flutter; apart from the oddities in the family’s behavior, the experience thus far had not been a bad one. My mind whirled with questions regarding my treatment here, regarding his family, regarding the kingdom, but I felt as if I barely knew my husband-to-be. “This tradition your family has regarding their queen, do you agree with it, or was there a time you didn’t?” I asked.

Prince Dorian lifted his chin, his eyes studying the paving stones as we walked, “I spent my entire life with it; I was raised from a very young age that it was expected of women in general. I was shocked when I found out it was only our queen, my mother. When I asked my father, he said it was something his father had done, whose father before him did; it was tradition.”

“Didn’t you ever ask why it was tradition?” I broke in to ask.

Prince Dorian nodded, “I did, as had my father before him.”

“And?” I asked curiously, probing him onward.

Prince Dorian smiled, “Well, it was said generations long ago, my great, great, great… I don’t know many greats, had a small bladder, and the king was annoyed that she had to relieve herself as often as she did, so he forced her into diapers.”

I gave him a puzzled look, “One annoyed king led to an entire tradition that has spanned centuries?” I asked.

Prince Dorian chuckled, “That it was and has. It has some merit; I mean, you barely last an hour after I diapered you; could you imagine having needed to go and how you would have dealt with it?” he asked, turning to me.

I felt my cheeks burning brightly at the question, “I mean, I would have gone back inside to use a restroom.”

“And your attendants would have presumably been there to help you undress and then have to redress you after. Do you see how time-consuming that would be? Assuming you even lasted that long.” Prince Dorian said, dodging my question about how he felt about the tradition.

That said, with his new line of questioning, I could infer how he truly felt; this family seemed to think women were subhuman in a way, or, at least, when it came to going potty. I blushed at his comment regardless, “I could have felt it just fine, thank you.” I said defensively. 

Prince Dorian took a half step toward him, his hand now cupping my soggy diaper, making me chirp in surprise, “Could you have? Truly? No, I don’t think so; I think you are just a little girl.” he said, my cheeks flaring in shame, as he leaned in and planted a kiss atop my lips. “My, sweet princess,” he said, releasing me.

As our lips met, I felt the tempest of emotions storming through my veins come to a halt, momentarily leaving me stunned as Prince Dorian began walking again with a self-serving grin on his face. This storming man and his ability to play with my emotions! I felt myself shifting between emotional states, from shame to happiness to anger, leaving me in a confused state of insecurity. I finally narrowed my eyes, grumbling as I started after him, my attendants trailing behind us.

“You don’t get to just saunter away after a comment like that,” I said, clearly unamused.

Prince Dorian chuckled, his hand taking mine again, “I’m enjoying our time together.” he said, deflecting my next jab.

I groaned inwardly as I felt myself enchanted by his words, diffusing my anger. I bit my tongue, wanting to give him a lashing, but I was no longer powered by the emotional storm I had been brewing. I glowered at him, his ever-pleasant expression never leaving his face. “I’m not a storming baby.” I finally said a low blow compared to the harsh words I had wanted to use.

Prince Dorian smiled, his hand patting my padded bum before retaking my hand, “You're a princess, silly.” he said with a wink as we circled a fountain.

The circular fountain dominated the center of the space we found ourselves in. The fountain was grand and yet elegant, with water cascading gently from the top basin, catching the sunlight in sparkling arcs that shimmered like liquid jewels. Statues of mythical creatures stood in proud poses around the fountain- regal birds with sweeping feathers, their heads healthy and high as if watching over the serene oasis. The sculpted animals were lifelike, carved with exquisite detail that made them seem as if they had stopped in time. Around the fountain, a large array of flowers bloomed in carefully tended beds. Large, delicate blossoms in shades of pink and cream open wide, their petals unfurling in gentle arcs. Smaller purple and lavender blooms weaved among them, creating a tapestry of colors and scent that perfumed the air. Above, vines with clusters of local flowers drooped over pergolas, casting soft shadows and lending shade. The canopy of flowers created an intimate, almost secretive ambiance.

I found myself annoyed at him but more so at myself. Despite my best efforts to remain frustrated and angry, Prince Dorian continuously found a way to defuse my anger, making me blush and feel like a little schoolgirl rather than a queen-to-be. I glanced up at the sun, which was just dipping below the horizon.

As the sun began its final descent, the garden seemed to transform. Soft, golden light and deep shadows formed across the beds, buds settling in for a night of slumber. The once brilliant colors of the flower took on a rich, more subdued hue; roses and locals appeared deeper, almost velvety, under the warm glow of the evening. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting long, dappled shadows across the paths and bathing everything in honeyed light that felt both serene and magical. The fountain glistened in the sunset, the cascading water catching the last rays of sunlight and scattering them like tiny, dancing embers. The statues of the mythical birds around the fountain appeared almost alive in the amber light, their sculpted feathers catching the glow as if touched by fire. The sound of water blended with the gentle rustle of leaves as a cool evening breeze stirred through the trees.

Above us, the sky shifted from blue to a canvas of pink, orange, and soft lavender streaked with delicate wisps of clouds. As we resumed our stroll, Prince Dorian took the opportunity to learn a bit more about me. “I assume from your initial reaction coming here, your family doesn’t practice the same tradition?” he asked.

I was momentarily caught up, picturing my mother in such ridiculous garments as the one I wore now, and couldn’t stop from giggling, shaking my head, “Oh gosh, no. The only time I saw diapers was when I visited the nurseries to bless the children there, to help them in their time of need and ensure the caregivers had everything they needed.”

“Don’t you think that aspects of your life would be easier if you didn’t need to deal with using the restroom while you were out and about? Especially with a bulky dress.” Prince Dorian asked, his hand still holding mine.

I blushed, taking a moment to imagine just that, “I suppose it depends on what I was wearing. My mother wore more elegant outfits than mine, which made it easier for me, but you do have a point.” I begrudgingly admitted, “That doesn’t mean I agree with it.” I was quick to add.

Prince Dorian chuckled, “Oh, I’m sure; what do you have against them?”

I gritted my teeth, blushing in shame at having to even think of a good excuse. Why didn’t I want to wear them? “Well, only babies wear them, and they can’t be hygienic,” I stated.

“Ohh? Then why do they make diapers to fit you?” Prince Dorian shot back.

I opened my mouth to respond and found myself unsure suddenly as he continued instead, “Apart from them, what about your outfit, or my mothers would indicate that either of you is a baby? She carries herself as a queen should; you saw that as well as I did; what does it matter that she has different undergarments from a child? No one apart from family knows, and it offers her several conveniences that commoners simply can’t afford.” 

Despite myself, I agreed with him; as much as I wanted to counter his arguments, he truly did have a few points. “If they are so convenient, why don’t you wear them? I shot back, a sly grin on my lips.

Prince Dorian stopped, turning to me with a smile, “Because, silly, I’m a man. I don’t have the restrictions of your outfit, nor do I have the bladder of a child.” he said, his fingers undoing a button on his trousers, unstrapping a belt, and allowing his pants to drop low enough for his undergarments to come into view.

I blushed deeply, forcing my eyes back to his as he pulled his pants back into place, “Point made.” I said begrudgingly. 

I had to bite the inside of my cheek as he retook my hand. Prince Dorian wasn’t the most beautiful man I had seen, but he had my heart fluttering. I found myself genuinely attracted to the man; now, if only I could get him to stop belittling me and treating me like an infant. 

“When will I… uhh…” I let the words drift, unable to complete the sentence.

“Be changed?” Prince Dorian asked with a grin; he always seemed to be able to know exactly what I was thinking.

I nodded sheepishly as his hand felt my crotch again, making me squirm and yelp in surprise; my hands were going to defend myself, but he had already let go, my cheeks burning, “Stop that!” I squealed.

“I have to know when you need to be changed.” Prince Dorian shot back, “You will get used to me checking you before long; your diaper will be fine for a bit longer; I will change you before bed.”

I glowered, mortified at how little control I felt in the moment. Every time I felt as if I were gaining a slight edge in our relationship, he went and did something like this, completely shattering any illusion I had been harboring. “We’ll see about that,” I grumbled, making him turn to me, raising an eyebrow.

“You seem to forget who's in charge here.” Prince Dorian said, snapping his fingers as my attendants stepped forward, bowing their heads, “Would you both inspect my bride's diaper and tell me if she needs to be changed?” he asked.

My mouth was left agape as the two ladies stepped up to me, an apologetic look on their faces as they knelt, lifting the layers of my dress and poking their heads under. I was too stunned even to do anything; on top of that, if I moved, I’d end up kneeing one of them in the face, and while they were the ones currently invading the depths of my gown, it wasn’t their fault my husband-to-be was a malicious monster. I felt hands poking, probing, and squeezing the crotch and rear of my diaper, checking the leak guards and feeling up my rear before both girls unborrowed themselves from my outfit, standing once more.

“She is wet, your highness, but clean. Her diaper can hold upwards of two more wettings before needing to be changed.” Elera reported.

Prince Dorian waved them off, both girls curtsying and giving us space. “You see?” Prince Dorian said with a smile, “Would you prefer me to check you or them?” 

I was red from head to toe, completely mortified at the invasion of privacy. “I would rather check myself, thank you,” I said, snapping at him, glaring with a stare that could melt steel.

“Not an option.” Prince Dorian said, turning and heading off down the path once more, “Girls like yourself have poor judgment of the status of your diaper; you’ll think you are dry when you aren’t or will think you aren’t going to leak before ruining your gown. If you prove to me that you can do it yourself, then I will relinquish that right. Come, we should be heading back.”

I growled, even more so as I found my feet treading after him. I wanted desperately to disobey him; I wanted to prove I was far more than what he thought I was. Prince Dorian seemed intent on forcing me to prove myself. I felt as if I had been brought back to the nursery; every child was treated the same until they proved they were capable of more. Why was this family intent on forcing this treatment upon me? They had to be aware of the fact that other women had no such issues that they seemed to think plagued their queens and princesses.

I caught up with Prince Dorian once more, glowering, my entire face still as red as a tomato. Around us, fireflies began to emerge, tiny flickering lights that added to the enchanting ambiance, floating like miniature stars among the flower beds and along the pathways. The shadows grew longer, and the garden took on a dreamlike quality, wrapped in the gentle embrace of dusk. Prince Dorian’s hand found mine once more, and despite the embarrassment he had caused me, despite the simmering hatred, I found myself clutching his hand as if it were a life raft. I shouldn’t be going to him for comfort; he was the one causing me such distress! Yet, among the shifting colors of the garden, I found I didn’t hate him. Despite his callous nature and disregard for my feelings, he was just a man trying to do what was right.

End of Chapter 4

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Tyler let himself into Alex’s apartment. The two were best friends and it being a Saturday night the two planned to hang out just like every weekend. Tyler made an immediate B line to the restroom as he had to piss like a race horse. After peeing Tyler happened to glance into the small trashcan where he saw a large rolled up diaper. It was big enough for an adult but covered in babyish print. Thinking it was weird Tyler walked out and asked Alex about it.

“Hey man. I don’t want to be weird but is that a dirty diaper in your trash? It looks like it could fit you.” Tyler asked.

Shit Alex thought. How could I have been so careless and forgot about the wet diaper in the trash. “What? Dude that’s weird. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Deny, deny, deny is all Alex could think to do.

“You’re seriously going to lie about this? We’re best friends and we both know it’s in there. Just tell me. Is that your diaper? And did you use it?” Tyler pushed back.

Alex hung his head low in defeat. “Yes… it’s my wet diaper. And I like wearing them. I know it’s weird but it’s kinda my thing.”

Tyler walked over and rubbed his friends back. “Hey man it’s no big deal. Everyone has their own thing. Do you have anymore?” Tyler asked.

Alex looked at his friend surprised. “Ummm yeah. Why?”

“Well do you want me to put you in one? Would that be something you’d like?” Tyler suggested.

“Seriously!? You would do that? You’d change me into a diaper?” Alex asked surprised.

“Sure, you’re my friend. Why not? Why don’t we go to your room and you can show me what you have.”

Alex jumped off the couch and went to his room with Tyler right behind him. Going into his closet Alex pulled out a suitcase. Opening it up he revealed his stash of diapers, onesies, bottles and pacifiers. He pulled out one of his Little Kingz as well as his bottle of baby powder. “Are you sure about this?” Alex asked Tyler.

“Yes. I’m positive.” Tyler said, “you sure have a lot of baby stuff. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this side of you. Now lay down and let’s get this diaper on you.”

Alex blushed a little but laid back on his bed in anticipation. Tyler started unbuttoning Alex’s pants. Sliding them off along with his underwear. Revealing his hard cock. Tyler chuckled. “Wow. I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

Alex got very red and started stuttering. “No. It’s not that. I just have never had anyone diaper me before.”

“It’s okay man I’m just teasing.” Tyler said. He then got back to changing his friend. Opening the diaper he lifted Alex’s legs and slid it under his butt. Then grabbing the powder he generously sprinkled Alex’s butt and crotch before setting his butt on the fresh diaper. Pulling the front up Tyler pointed Alex’s still hard member downward and taped the diaper securely into place. Tyler gave Alex’s crotch a gentle pat. “There all done. How’s that feel?”

“It feels amazing honestly. Do you mind if I put one of my onesies on?” Alex asked Tyler.

“I mean I think it would be fitting.” Tyler answered, grabbing one with zoo animals on it. “How about this one?”

“Perfect.” Alex said. Tyler proceeded to help Alex take his current shirt off. Sliding the onesie on and snapping the buttons on the crotch around his fresh diaper. Tyler grabbed one of the pacifiers and popped it in Alex’s mouth.

“Now it’s perfect.” Tyler teased. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

The two went to the living room. Although now Tyler was leading the way and Alex was waddling behind him. The two sat down and Tyler put on Cars the movie. “I think this is an appropriate movie for us to watch right now.” He said. Tyler then got up and grabbed a White Claw from Alex’s fridge.

“Hey can I get one of those?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know? Don’t you think you’re a little too little for alcohol?” Tyler joked.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. But seriously. Mango please?” Alex insisted.

“Sure.” Tyler agreed. Tyler returned to the couch and handed Alex his White Claw. Except he had poured it into one of Alex’s baby bottles. “Drink up.” Tyler said. Without saying a word Alex took the baby bottle and slipped it in his mouth and started drinking.

About halfway into the movie and three baby bottles of White Claws later Alex had to pee. Not thinking about it he got up and started to head to the bathroom but Tyler stopped him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Tyler asked.

“Ummm I need to pee?” Alex answered.

“You’re wearing a diaper. Remember? Why don’t you come back here and just wet your diaper. I know it won’t be your first time peeing in a diaper.” Tyler said in a somewhat demanding tone.

Shocked but feeling obedient Alex went back to the couch and sat down next to Tyler where Tyler was patting the seat. Tyler then slipped his hand under Alex’s onesie resting it on the front of his diaper. “Okay buddy. I want to feel you wet yourself. Got it?” Tyler instructed. Alex nodded. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and released. Tyler felt the warmth start to fill Alex’s diaper. “Good job buddy, I’m proud of you.” Tyler said encouraging his friend.

The two finished the movie without Alex ever trying to get up again. “Alright man, I better head home.” Tyler said. “But how about you stay in that diaper overnight. And in the morning I’ll come back over and change you and then we can hang out all day. Sound good?”

Alex nodded his head excitedly. “That sounds awesome!”

Tyler grabbed the pacifier that was lying on the couch and slipped it in Alex’s mouth. Ruffling his hair after. “Okay. Sleep good little guy and I’ll be over tomorrow. And no touching that diaper until then!” Tyler teased as he walked out the door to go home.

The sun rose up over the horizon, the light beaming through the blinds into Sonia’s room. She began to stir in her crib before peacefully waking up and finding she was hugging the moth plushie. She sat up, taking a stretch and rubbing her eyes before noticing Katya sitting on the rocking chair with a book. She seemed like she was invested in the story she was reading, right up until she sneezed and finally noticed the now awake Sonia.

“Oh, sorry, did I wake you?” Katya asked, putting her book down and walking over to the crib, leaning over the top to get a better view of Sonia.

“No, it’s alright. I woke up on my own but I didn't want to interrupt your reading.”

“You wouldn't have interrupted me dear, I was waiting for you to wake up anyway. So, before we talk about today, how about we get you checked and changed, then we have some breakfast.”

“That sounds good to me.”

“Okie dokie, well I’m sure you know what comes.” Katya reached down and picked up the small girl in her arms, giving her padded butt a few pats to check its state. “Hmm, yup it’s wet.”

Sonia still had a very noticeable blush, and still teared up. Katya understood the shame she was feeling and hugged her close.

“It’s alright, it's alright. I know it's hard to accept that accidents happen, but they do. We’ll get you nice and clean again in no time. I can even get that plushy you seem to love.”

“You mean Puff?”

Katya couldn't help but giggle upon hearing her. “Sorry, is that what you named it?”

“Yeah..? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing at all, it’s just a super cute name. Plus I didn't expect a knight to name a plushy either.”

“Oh, well I actually had a stuffed bunny I would sleep with.”

“Really now? How about you tell me about it?” Katya asked as she took the plush moth and handed it to the girl in her arms. She could see that Sonia was calming down, so talking to her might make her feel less self conscious during her change.

“Well, I had this plushy for years, I called Diggs cause it was brown and rabbits dig burrows.”

“Is that so? What else is there to Diggs?” Katya asked as she placed Sonia down on the changing table and started getting to work.

“Well, I had him since I was, maybe one or two years old I think? He was something that just made the scary nights easier.”

“Oh, were you scared of storms?”

“No, the knight training and getting deployed was less than nice…”

“Oh, OH! So you had him when you were doing knight stuff then?”

“Yeah, I always felt safer holding it when I slept in a tent in the forest. At the time I still thought I would have been killed without mercy by demons. Uh, before I learned the truth of course.”

“I got it, I don't blame you for thinking that way at the time. Even I have to admit that the king’s propaganda system is pretty impressive.”

“I guess, I didn't decide to be a knight exactly, my parents wanted me to be one. They thought it would help me get married to some crappy noble woman.”

“Oh? Like me perhaps?” Katya teased with a smirk.

“Trust me, you are nothing like them. Plus I never really liked being boyish and stuff so that didn't really help either.”

“Well what do you want to be like then?”

Sonia pinched the tip of her hair in thought. “Girly I guess?”

“I think we can do that. We can talk about getting you some onesies with skirts. And once you can walk and stuff again, a full on dress.”

“Do you really mean it Katya?”

“Of course. And look at that you’re all clean too.”

Sonia looked down and gave her padded front a pat. She never even realized she was even changing her before, it was pretty impressive.

“Yeah, I thought that making you focus on your past would make you forget about the present. Seems like that worked. So, let’s have breakfast and then see about getting you something a bit prettier. Plus being able to dress you up like a doll could be fun. What do you think?”

Sonia blushed at the idea as she was picked up. “I guess, being ‘forced’ into wearing that type of stuff might help me feel a bit better about wearing it. Kinda like the diaper and onesie.”

The two entered the kitchen, Katya strapping Sonia into the highchair nice and snug. “Oh, by the way a doctor is coming this afternoon, just a check up on your condition.” Katya explained, mashing up some strawberries and carrots for Sonia.

“That’s fine, but I have a question that I only really just thought of.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Why does that room look all baby-like? Everything else has an explanation so I'm just curious.”

“It’s cause it’s a normal nursery, or used to be. The stickers were there when I moved in and I never really got around to repainting or anything. So yeah, it really is just a coincidence.” 

Katya made herself a cup of tea, and filled a sippy cup with some orange juice for Sonia. From then on, breakfast was rather uneventful. Sonia ate her mashed fruits without issue, her stomach slowly getting used to food again. Katya drank her tea before giving Sonia’s diaper a quick check, pleasantly surprised that she was dry for the moment. 

The rest of their morning was spent snuggling together, Katya reading to Sonia in front of the fireplace. Though not too long after the clock hit noon there was a knock on the door.

“Oh, I think that’s the doctor. Wait here sweetie.” Katya said as she got up. 

Sonia watched curiously when Katya opened the front door, there stood a tall, muscular demon with red skin and a large slash scar across his face. However, his coat uniform was a bright pale pink, and his face had a gentle smile. Even Sonia could tell that his wounds were not from combat, or at least intended combat.

“Isaac, come in come in. Thanks for taking my request.” Katya said letting him in, the man having to duck slightly when going through the door frame.

“No problem at all, I’m happy to help a friend out.” He said putting a nurse's bag onto the counter of the kitchen before looking over to the small human. “Hi, I’m guessing you must be Sonia. My name is Isaac, I’m just going to give you a check up and ask some questions ok?”

“Ok.” Sonia replied a bit timidly, he may be friendly but his size did make her a bit nervous. Many people in the army who were built like him were pretty mean, so she can't help but to be on guard.

“Good. First question, How are you feeling? As in is there any pain or discomfort in or on your body.”

“Alright I guess? I tried walking yesterday but it hurt my legs alot and I couldn't lift my weight with my arms either. Also, I don't know if it’s important, but I can't control when I… go…”

“I do appreciate you telling me but I already knew that. The records show that your limbs were all broken in several places, you were impaled through your abdomen, and we had to deal with mild tetanus. The tetanus is taken care of but you’ll need physical therapy even with the healing collar. While healing magics are good for cuts and bones, but if there is major damage to muscle tissue it takes longer, same with internal organs. Do you have any questions?”

“...I was impaled?”

“Yes, you’re lucky to not have any spinal or cranial damage. So, question two…”

Isaac spent the next while doing tests and speaking with Sonia. By the end, nothing was abnormal.

“Excellent, thank you so much for your time Sonia. I have one last question for you but I’ll have to ask it while Katya is out of the room.” He explained clicking his pen as Katya took the hint and went to another room.

“Would you like to leave?”

Isaac’s question threw Sonia for a loop. “What do you mean exactly?”

“You can be taken to the hospital, you’ll be given proper care and fed through an IV drip with occasional meals, it may be more boring but I can guarantee it would be less humiliating.”

Isaac made some decent points, being treated like a baby did have its humiliating moments, but from the small time she had been in Katya’s care, she felt more love than she could have ever recalled, and even more respect than when she was a knight.

“I’ll pass thanks. Katya’s nice and I doubt any of the nurses would give me any snuggles. Plus even though I can't really move well without her, she’s always willing to pick me up.”

“Then, is it safe to say that you love her? At least in some way?”

“...yes, I’d say that’s right.”

With a nod, Isaac stood up and called Katya back into the room. “The check up’s done, I’ll come back next week to check on her.”

“Okie dokie, see you around Isaac” ‘Katya waved before immediately going over to Sonia and picking her up.

Isaac looked back at the two before he made his way out. The two were happily giggling and cuddling. “I'm glad you’re able to smile again, Katya.” He whispered under his breath with a smile before closing the door behind him.

“So, Sonia, how was it?” Katya asked, plopping herself down on the couch with the girl on her lap.

“Not too bad, I still need to get used to demon country though, I think.”

“Oh yeah, that’s a given. So, ready to play some dress up?”

“Dress up?”

“Yep, I’m gonna make you extra pretty.”

To be continued.

(Thank you for reading. The first post got plenty of support [at least for me] so I hope I can continue to make content that you folks enjoy. I’ll try to post a part or some kind of cute little story every Saturday assuming life doesn't get in the way. I’ll try my best but I’d love to hear ideas of what people might want included in these parts or in just general, though this is a wholesome type thing so even if I were to include more ‘NSFW’ activities it may not be too focused. Anyway, if you enjoyed the last one, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed this part as well, and even if I don't post a ‘Sonia and Katya’ part in the future, I hope no one will be too disappointed.)

Chapter 5 – Echoes of Resignation

The nursery, still wrapped in the warmth of their laughter, now felt a subtle shift in its atmosphere. Still half-lost in the fantasy of play, Darryl felt an uncomfortable pressure begin to gnaw at his abdomen. It started as a dull ache, growing steadily with each passing second, until it became an urgent, pressing discomfort. His stomach twisted, the sensation deep and persistent, a reminder that it had been two days since he’d last used a proper toilet. Darryl’s face tightened in discomfort as he shifted uneasily, trying to suppress the rising urgency.

The meals he’d been fed by Nanny Hands weighed heavily on him. Jar after jar of baby food, mushy and easily digestible, meant for infants rather than someone his age. This food, devoid of texture or challenge, was now pushing its way through him, unwelcome and inevitable. The thought of what’s coming next, sent a wave of mortification through him, churning the discomfort into a thick knot of shame.

Darryl’s heart pounded as he scanned the nursery, his eyes darting around the pastel-coloured walls, desperately seeking some secret escape, some solution to his mounting crisis. But everything around him seemed to mock his predicament. The oversized baby furniture, the plush toys, and the pastel walls, all closing in like a suffocating reminder of his helplessness. Desperation clawed at him, and he clung to a fragile thread of hope, convinced that perhaps, just perhaps, he'd missed something like a hidden door, a discreet corner offering a way out.

But there was no escape. No toilet. No relief. Only the grim realisation that he was truly trapped in this childlike prison.

A spark of hope flickered, faint and fleeting, as he looked to Nanny Hands. Maybe, just maybe, she could help him. His cheeks flushed as he gathered the courage to speak. "Nanny Hands..." His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with embarrassment. "Could I... use the toilet? Please? I really don’t want to..." His words faltered, unable to voice the humiliating alternative that loomed just beyond his control, too awful to even imagine.

She reached down, her gloved hand gently patting his head in response, as if oblivious to his inner turmoil. "Sweet little one, there’s no need for a toilet in here," she cooed, her voice soothing and calm. "Your diaper is here to keep you safe and comfortable. Just relax, darling. Let go, and I’ll make sure you’re all clean afterward."

The words hit him like a blow. His breath caught, and he felt the blood drain from his face as the weight of his situation sank in fully. The tension in his abdomen, already unbearable, seemed to tighten, squeezing his insides as if his own body were mocking him.

This wasn’t what he had envisioned for himself, not after finally besting the Slime King and feeling, however briefly, like a true adventurer. Only hours ago, he had stood triumphant, a proud warrior who had conquered a dungeon boss. Now, he was confined in a playpen, feeling helpless like a small child again. Stripped of his dignity, awaiting something more humiliating than he ever could have prepared for.

His muscles clenched in silent protest as the pressure in his stomach continued to build. The ache, the burning, the undeniable tension, all pulled at him like an invisible force. His fingers clenched tightly around a plush pearlescent dragon, knuckles white from the strain, trying desperately to hold onto anything that might give him the slightest illusion of control. His breaths were shallow, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he fought against the inevitable, but each passing second only dragged him closer to the edge.

A flicker of hope stirred within him as he thought, that perhaps if he could stand and move, he might find some relief. Awkwardly, Darryl rose to his feet, his legs wobbly beneath him as he paced around the playpen. Each step was accompanied by the unmistakable crinkle of his diaper, the thick padding forcing him into an awkward, toddling waddle, a stark reminder of his helplessness. But he clung to the motion as a temporary distraction from the mounting pressure. His arms wrapped protectively around his stomach, while holding the plush dragon close for comfort. The soft toy’s round belly pressed against his own, the gentle squish of the dragon in his grasp gave him a tiny bit of solace.

He shuffled in small, restless circles, eyes drifting occasionally to the scattered plush toys at his feet before returning to the comforting face of the dragon in his arms. For a brief moment, the pacing seemed to help, the subtle shift of his weight giving him the barest illusion of control. But as he clutched the dragon tighter, the ache within him intensified, his body pressing back with renewed insistence, and he could feel the humiliating truth inching closer, creeping past his strained resolve.

He could feel it then, the moment his body began to betray him.

"No… no… no…" he whispered, his voice tinged with panic, "this can’t be happening. I don’t want to… I can’t…"

His legs trembled, his muscles quivering under the strain, as his body seemed to seize up in preparation for what was coming. His breaths became shallow, each one faster than the last, and his face flushed with panic. Clamping his eyes shut, he pressed his face into the soft fabric of the plush dragon, hoping it might muffle his helpless whimper, his last barrier against the reality crashing in around him. But, as the pressure surged past his final resistance, Darryl’s body surrendered. He had no control left as he felt himself involuntarily sink into a squat, his body instinctively preparing to release the very thing he’d fought so hard to contain.

Then he felt it.

A slow, mortifying warmth began to spread into his diaper as his sphincter opened, sticky and heavy against his skin, pressing deeper with each passing second. His cheeks flushed hotly as he felt the humiliating act in stark, vivid detail. The soft, squishy warmth oozing out of him, the sensation coating his skin against the diaper, the uncomfortable shift as the mess spread, the smell, all impossible to ignore.

It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, a profound sense of overpowering helplessness as his body took over completely, stripping him of control. Each involuntary push brought with it a new surge of horror, as he felt his poop filling his diaper, pressing against him from every angle.

An intense wave of shame crashed over him as he realised what he’d just done, the reality sinking in with a crushing weight. He clung tighter to the dragon, his only source of comfort, burying his face deeper into it as if it could somehow hide him from his own reality. Here he was, the same man who had stood victorious over the Slime King, now reduced to helplessly soiling himself in his diaper like a small child.

But it wasn’t over yet as he felt a new wave of pressure continue to build. The meals from the past two days, the jars of baby food and bottles of formula, seemed to have taken their toll, leaving him without the control he’d once taken for granted. Each mouthful he'd been spoon-fed came back to haunt him now, the soft digestible texture creating an infantile mess that seemed to fill every part of the thick padding. His breath came in shaky gasps as he felt his body give one last push, and with a soft, defeated grunt, he felt the remaining tension release as the mess spread further.

Finally, utterly drained of all his strength, Darryl collapsed to the ground with a hollow thud. His soiled diaper squished beneath him, and he felt the warm, mushy mess spread instantly, pressing into every crevice of his diaper region, both up the front and back, filling any available space left in his infantile padding.

A final humiliation struck as the shock and strain released his bladder, and he began to wet himself uncontrollably. The rush of warm pee spread through the already soiled padding, saturating it further. His diaper, now even thicker and sodden, pressed against him from all sides. Its weight unbearable, as it crushed any remaining shreds of dignity he had left.

Darryl’s breath caught in his throat, a choked sob escaping him as the full weight of his situation came crashing down. He pulled his knees to his chest in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the overwhelming shame, curling into himself as he buried his face deep into the dragon's soft fabric, seeking any comfort in its familiar warmth. But even the dragon’s presence, once so reassuring, felt hollow now; the shock and humiliation were too immense, the weight of his accident too real to be soothed by anything so simple.

All around him, the plush toys seemed to stare down in silent judgment, their bright eyes too knowing, too aware, as though they bore witness to his humiliating fall from grace.

His cheeks burned with uncontrollable humiliation, and tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as his mind struggled to process the sheer enormity of his embarrassment. With a strangled gasp, the first tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, then another, until he was sobbing openly, unable to hold back the flood of emotions any longer. His sobs racked his body, releasing raw, uncontrollable emotions that he’d been holding back. Feelings of helplessness and humiliation from the amulet’s curse, the embarrassment of being treated like a baby, the constant reminders of his loss of control. Each cry seemed to tear down another wall he’d built to contain his shame, all the pent-up frustration and indignity spilling out as he let himself finally feel the weight of it all.

As he gasps and cry, Darryl started rocking back and forth, a futile attempt to soothe himself, but every movement only spread the mess further, pressing the poopy mess more deeply against him in his diaper. Each shift felt like it stripped away what little pride he had left, his cries unravelling him piece by piece, leaving him feeling smaller, more broken.

As his sobs grew louder, an aching hollowness settled in his chest, expanding with every tear that fell. The shame seemed to consume him from the inside, leaving behind nothing but a painful void where his confidence and self-worth had once been. His cries echoed through the nursery, reverberating off the pastel-coloured walls, each sob of raw emotion, a desperate plea for comfort, for release. But no solace came. The weight of his shame and the relentless, clinging mess sapped him of all energy, leaving him in a numb haze, unable to think beyond the immediate, unbearable reality of his situation.

Nanny Hands floated closer, her movements gentle, deliberate, a warm, unwavering presence amidst the tempest of emotions storming through him. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” she murmured softly, her tone filled with a tender calm that only deepened his sense of helplessness. “There’s nothing to be upset about. I’ll take care of everything.”

But her words, soothing as they were, felt hollow. Darryl was caught in an endless cycle of despair, where each humiliating moment of regression weighed him down like a leaden cloak. His independence, his dignity, was slipping away, and with it, his sense of self. The once proud adventurer, the one who had stood victorious over the Slime King, was now a sobbing, trembling mess, trapped in a moment he could barely comprehend, a prisoner to both his body and the curse that had claimed him.

Sensing his need for comfort and a change, Nanny Hands scooped him into her magical embrace, cradling him gently. He sank into her unyielding softness, too overwhelmed to resist as she carried him over to the changing table. Her motions were unhurried, each one a tender reassurance, as if untouched by the gravity of his emotional collapse. She undid the tapes of his soiled diaper with delicate precision, cleaning him with an ease and patience that deepened his dependence, magnifying the weight of his vulnerability.

As Darryl lay there, he felt a wave of resignation seep into his very core, a reluctant acceptance of the curse’s hold. Each pass of the warm baby wipes against his skin underscored the reality he could no longer deny. That he was now, in every way, reduced to a helpless infant. The feeling of utter dependence grew with every gentle wipe, a painful reminder of how far he’d drifted from the adult he once was.

As she wiped away the last of the mess, Nanny Hands seemed to pause, and then, as if sensing he needed something more, she carried him to the bath. The warm water washed over him, and for a brief moment, he felt his sobs soften, reduced to hiccupping breaths. He was drained and numb, his mind blank from the onslaught of emotions that had left him feeling hollow. He sank deeper into the warmth, allowing Nanny Hands to clean him thoroughly, her large gloves moving over him with gentle precision as she soothed him, stroke by stroke.

After the bath, Nanny Hands lifted him out, wrapping him in a soft fluffy baby towel. Her hands gently patted him dry, each stroke methodical, designed to soothe the ache inside him. Then, she laid him back on the changing table, resuming his bedtime routine with a fresh, thick nighttime diaper. Each deliberate touch and gentle motion felt like a balm against his shame, softening the raw ache that still clung to him.

When she finally slid on his soft, cozy footed pyjamas, he felt his body grow strangely pliant, a weary surrender replacing his earlier resistance. Her hands, slow and tender, guided him into the fabric, covering his form completely, shielding him from the world and the weight of his emotions alike.

Noticing the hollow look in his eyes, Nanny Hands decided to lift him into a cradle, her soft, magical grip cocooning him. She began to rock him gently, each sway slow and rhythmic, lulling him into something like a comfortable blissful dream.

Darryl, still shaken and lost in the depths of his shame, felt himself melt into her steady hold. Her large, gloved hands surrounded him, grounding him, reminding him he was not alone. As she rocked him, her voice filled the silence, a steady, soothing murmur that wrapped around him like the softest blanket. “There, there, my dear,” she cooed softly, patting his thickly padded bottom with a rhythm as gentle as a heartbeat. “You’re safe now. It’s all alright. You’re my brave little adventurer, no matter what.”

Her words seeped into him, each syllable a balm that softened the raw ache in his chest. Her love, her patience, gently filling him with warmth, slowly easing the tightness in his body and in his heart.

Darryl’s breathing began to even out as Nanny Hands continued to speak, her voice like a lullaby of comfort that wrapped around him. “It’s okay to feel sad, my sweet. Even the bravest adventurers have heavy hearts sometimes. You’ve fought so hard. Let yourself rest now.” The rocking continued, pulling him deeper into a sense of safety, a place where the world beyond the nursery walls ceased to matter. With each gentle sway and pat, he was soothed, his body trembling less, his mind finding a fragile sense of peace in the warmth of her embrace.

The rocking became his world, swaying him further into a place of warmth and calm. Nanny Hands kept up her soothing patting, her large, gloved hand settling over him with comforting weight. "Just close your eyes, darling. You don’t need to worry about a thing. You’re loved, and cherished, just as you are.” Her voice softened to a gentle hum, a song without words, as she continued to bounce him tenderly, coaxing the last traces of resistance from his trembling body.

Darryl felt his breaths slowed, the sniffles fading, replaced by a deep, pervasive weariness that sank into his bones. The embarrassment, the humiliation, even the harsh memories of his childhood, all of it softened in her presence. Her gloved fingers traced slow, soothing circles on his chest, each touch a whisper of reassurance. “You’re safe, my sweet adventurer. I’m here to take care of everything.”

As she rocked him gently, a warmth spread through his chest, a softness he hadn’t expected, a tenderness that seemed to pour into the cracks of his heart like water filling a drought-stricken land. It was love and care, wrapping around those forgotten, unhealed parts of him. Confusion and uncertainty tangled within him. Why did he find comfort in her care, especially when it felt so different from the harshness of his childhood? Yet, something deep inside him longed for it, this affection, this softness. It was a yearning he hadn’t even realised existed until now. It was a need buried so deep that it took this moment to surface. It spoke to those raw, unhealed parts of him that had never known nurturing.

Nanny Hands shifted him slightly, lifting a warm bottle of formula to his lips. He had no energy left to resist as he latched onto it, the warm milk filling his mouth, soothing his aching throat and quieting the frayed edges of his spirit. Each swallow softened the tightness in his chest, soothing just a little more.

He had spent so many years yearning for something he hadn’t even been able to name, for the tenderness that had been absent in his life. As he lay in the safety of Nanny Hands' embrace, her soft rocking, the warm milk, and her soothing touch mending things that he’d thought were long past healing, a soft, tentative thought emerged: What if this curse wasn’t just about stripping away his maturity or forcing him into humiliating vulnerability? What if it was offering him something he’d never had? A chance to experience care, and love, without conditions. The very things he’d been denied.

The notion lingered, fragile but warm, like a spark in the dark corners of his mind. Could this be the healing he hadn’t known he needed? Could the regression be his chance to experience a childhood without isolation, without the fear and harshness he’d endured alone all those years? The thought sent a tremor through him, not of fear, but of the overwhelming possibility.

The weight of it all loosened as he allowed himself, just for a moment, to believe in that possibility. For the first time since the amulet had cursed him, Darryl made a quiet decision to resign himself to it, to embrace the vulnerability, letting go of his resistance. He allowed himself the care and tenderness he’d never known.

His eyelids fluttered now, heavy with sleep, as the thought wrapped around him like a soft, protective blanket. And with that decision, he felt his body relax fully into the comfort around him. His breathing slowed, steady and deep, and his body relaxed into the nurturing embrace of Nanny Hands, who continued to rock him soothingly, guiding him to finish his bottle. The act of drinking now, of allowing himself to be nurtured, felt foreign, yet it reached down to something essential, something untouched since he was very small.

Once the bottle was empty, Nanny Hands gently replaced it with a soft pacifier, easing it into his mouth with tender care. He accepted it without a thought, the rhythmic sucking providing a strange, soothing comfort as he drifted further towards sleep. “That’s it, darling,” she whispered, her voice gentle and filled with affection. “Just relax, let yourself rest.”

After a few more gentle bounces, she carried him to his crib, lowering him onto the soft mattress with utmost care. She tucked him in snugly, wrapping a soft baby blanket around him, her gloved hand resting lightly on his chest for a moment, offering a silent reassurance that he was safe. Then, with a soft touch, she began to pat his diaper in a slow, comforting rhythm. “Sleep tight, my little adventurer,” she whispered. “You’re safe now, and I’ll be here to watch over you.”

With the pacifier in his mouth, the soft patting, and the warmth of her presence, Darryl’s breathing grew even deeper, his body melting into the crib’s mattress as he slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Nanny Hands continued to pat him gently, her soft humming filling the room, wrapping around him like a cocoon of comfort.

When she was sure he was deeply asleep, she gave his diaper one last gentle pat and whispered, “Goodnight, my sweet child.”