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Felix Argyle in A Formal Affair!
🕑 Added 2022-04-29 16:00:52 +0000 UTC
“Announcing the Duchess Crusch Karsten and her knight Felix Argyle!” The call from the usher rang out in the decadent Lugnican ballroom, cutting through the noise of quiet chatter and low music of the string quartet playing in the corner. The grand wooden doors opened as two butlers on either side coordinated their movements carefully to reveal the announced guest of honor and her escort, creating a grand entryway for them.
All eyes in the room turned to look at the pair. A room full of naval officers all decked out in their dress blues and dressed to impress watched carefully as they entered, making their judgments off of first impressions.
Similar to the officers scattered among the various seamen, Crusch Karsten commanded respect. Her tasteful regal blue coat with its red underlining and gold ornamental accents showed the authority of a leader and the trappings of a noble. Her Mossy green hair draped neatly down the back of her coat and her angular amber eyes kept a hard focus on the surrounding minefield of military and political presences she was about to endure. There was a sword at her hip letting any who looked upon her know she was ready to face any danger should one appear.
Her intense focus meant she didn’t have any attention to spare for her escort, who wasn’t walking in with the same level of confidence. In his current condition, he doubted his ability to act as Crusch's knight. Of course, it was his duty to be by her side and protect her, but there was no way he would be able to properly fight beside Crusch, not with the bulky cloth nappy between his legs. That and any enemy he encountered would likely laugh at him given the outfit he was wearing.
His little blue shorts acted as little more than a cover for the thick muslin fabric swaddling his nethers. Any illusion of maturity they might convey was destroyed by the little golden buttons lining the seam on the inside of his thighs and along the bottom of his undercarriage. These were meant to provide easy access to the diaper underneath the shorts which by design meant they did little to conceal what was underneath from any curious eyes.
Even after unbuttoning Felix's bottoms, anybody hoping to change him would still have to get past the seven snaps on either side of his plastic diaper cover. For them it was just another inconvenience, but for him it was another layer of babyishness that separated him from the adult world.
Even while compressed by the shorts the material of casing crinkled incessantly and the stretchy bands dug into Felix’s legs in a way that made him want to rip the whole thing off right then and there. He knew better than to do that though: the cover was Crusch’s suggestion, something to ensure the smells of his accidents would at least be slightly more contained.
“Where had these come from?” Felix wondered, tugging at the strange material. It was strong, solidu and unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It wasn’t cloth, the butler who’d helped dress him had made that clear by showing how water ran right off of it, yet it moved as such. It also came with the assurance that even if his diapers leaked it would not, a wonder unlike anything he’d ever seen. The butler had called them “plastic pants” as he was snapped into them.
With the strange additions aside, he was at least grateful that the top portion of the outfit was semi-respectable with its gold buttons and clean pressed white fabric. In the end though it remained connected to the embarrassing snap crotch shorts, culminating into a singular onesie that caused a butler to call him: “The most adorable little sailor”.
After catching the butler in the Karsten mansion saying that behind his back Felix found his confidence shaken and his condition worsened by the strange stir of arousal upon being demeaned in such a way.
Felix wasn’t sure which was worse, the perpetually increasing need to urinate he was undergoing, the complete and total incontinence that came with it, or the heightened libido that seemed to plague him at the worst times. Occasionally he felt like it was almost overwriting his personality.
Even with all those problems, nothing was quite as annoying as the persistent itch he’d been experiencing. The area around his groin and bottom had, in the last few days, grown irritated for reasons Felix couldn’t explain. The irritation and redness had started off mildly at first and was something that the knight had originally been able to ignore. However, Felix’s urge to stick his hand down his pants and dig his claws across the itchy flesh had grown worse in the previous week. Occasionally while alone, he even found himself absentmindedly trailing his hand into his nappy.
It was burdensome to drive all those persistently troublesome issues out of his head long enough to act as Lady Karsten's escort. Still, now that he was getting a better look around the ballroom he couldn’t help but notice his outfit was almost identical to some of the other naval officers' uniforms, minus the connected bits and puffed-out shorts. In fact, Felix realized a lot of the naval personnel were wearing that uniform, more so than the ones in sharply pressed dress blues.
“Petty officers...” Felix sighed, realizing the significance of their numbers and differing attire really hit the knight as he looked down at his own outfit, noting the blues to be just slightly more pastel than the ones on the uniforms of the other officers.
“Why would the tailor do this to Ferri-chan? Does he think me as low as them? ” he wondered, shrinking down a little more because of the thought. Normally he would have stood a full two inches taller than Crusch, but whether it was her boots or the way he slouched in an effort to hide the padding’s bulge, it felt like she was towering over him now, dominating their shared space.
The first step she took into the ballroom was like a switch being flipped and the crowd of partygoers collected themselves from their amazed glances towards her presence to chatting amongst themselves like they'd been doing previously. Felix could still see the occasional glances toward her and the strained atmosphere her presence brought to the room.
She set herself to making rounds and greeting people, shaking hands with various officials and dignitaries who all had connections to the powerful Lugnican navy. It was unfortunate that each and every one of them shot the same barely disguised disdaining glance toward Felix. It wasn’t as if he even greeted them or introduced himself. In fact, he couldn’t bring himself to. Felix maintained his position next to Crusch and kept his mouth shut. Part of him couldn’t get the words out because were sticking to the roof of his mouth, trapped out of embarrassment. However, another part of Felix was determined to remain professional as Crusch’s escort no matter what.
It was always that look, the half-cocked eyebrow that every sailor shot his way before returning their attention to the Duchess Karsten. In response, Felix moved in closer to her, craving the safety of a familiar figure. However, she moved to keep the distance between her and her faithful knight, actively sidestepping him while speaking to important commanders.
Felix saw the motions for what they were, an attempt to keep just a little distance between her and him, to avoid connection and subsequent embarrassment. He was left to experience the rejection while making sure to take a step back, leaving the room between them that his Lady obviously required. Still, he couldn’t fully quell the strange desire to run to her and to wrap his arms around her and cry for attention.
“Why can’t Ferri-chan be good enough for you?” he wondered, “Why does he have to mess it all up with his silly diapers?”
The demi-human was practically shaking while he thought about it, letting his own perceptions and insecurities slip out into his physical movements. It was so bad that others around him had begun to notice the uncomfortable rustling from Felix.
The emotions raging through Felix weren’t the only thing getting out of control either. A sudden stream of hot liquid rushed through him, pouring out of his shrunken, desperate member to soak into the layers of absorbent padding shrouded by a plastic diaper cover.
*Ppssssshhhhhhhhhh*
He froze in the middle of the floor, feeling his diaper swell and grow heavier in the middle of the ballroom. Little mewls escaped from Felix’s lips as we dropped his hands down to the front of his shorts, a fruitless attempt to stem the flow. He was torn, parts of him loving the feeling of warm piss soaking his cloth nappy and knowing how good it’d feel to just drop to his knees and hump into his hands. It took every ounce of his remaining willpower to keep those urges in check. For Lady Karsten's sake he needed to act like a noble knight and those urges wouldn’t do anything but embarrass her and ruin her standing at an important event like this.
*PSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH*
While Felix did maintain the basic self-control required to not pleasure himself in the middle of an important military gathering, he couldn’t stop the noise of his piss hissing against the muslin fabric or the rustle of his plastic pants as the bulk of the diaper filled it out. Meanwhile, Crusch kept walking, crossing toward another group of military officials. “Nyo…” he whimpered quietly, trying to take a few half-hearted steps and follow her, “Wait for Ferri-chan, I’m coming my lady I promise” While he may have been a sight before Felix was garnering more and more attention from the surrounding military officers.
The urge to enjoy his diaper was also quelled by the feeling of the acidic heat that poured into his padding aggravating the rash on his groin. It was like a heating salve pressing against him, exasperating his urge to scratch the spot even more. “K-keep your hands o-off.” Felix thought, reminding himself for the need for decorum in such a public space.
The space cleared for him had been incidental but Crusch had led Felix directly through an opening in the crowd and now he was standing in the middle of a circle of people. The clammer of the room continued around him but Felix felt trapped in a bubble, the combined mumble of voices and light music wasn’t reaching him. The only things that reached his feline ears were the crinkles of slightly hard plastic and the rushing hiss like an angry adder inside his padding.
*FFWWWWSSHHHHHHH*
His bubble burst when he felt a palm rest on his shoulder, drawing his attention back to the soft, mood-lit atmosphere of the party. He’d hoped to look to his side and see Crusch had returned and would have a worried look on her face that showed her care for him but no such face greeted him. Instead, the concerned gaze of one of the naval petty officers met with his.
“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, “You’ve been standing here for a couple of minutes. I don’t want to pry but maybe you should be more careful.”
Felix was petrified, at a loss for how to answer. It wasn’t as if he could explain his situation to this nameless grunt, nor did he want to. With his attentions returned he was able to slowly break out of his horrible daydream, though it could have been that the aggressive flow of urine had finally died down and he was able to think a little more clearly.
“Ferri-chan is fine.” he said, tugging his shoulder away from the seaman annoyedly. The sudden jerky movement caused him to stumble forward, seemingly having tripped on his own feet. It was a clumsiness unbefitting of Felix though he’d been noticing it happening more and more on any given day. Rather than worry about it at that moment, he chose to move on, leaving the officer who’d snapped him out of his wetting trance behind.
He could see the deep blue of Crusch's long coat through the crowd across the room and made a beeline for it, cutting through the swathes of naval officers while his thick fabric pants squished and squelched between his thighs.
When he finally reached his Lady, he wasn’t surprised to see she was in the middle of yet another conversation with yet another Navy man, but this one had a much more commanding presence than the others. For starters, he was older and sported swept-back white hair and a similarly colored well-groomed bushy beard. His uniform was heavily decorated with medals and ornaments, more so than anybody in the room.
Whoever he was, he was obviously of a high rank. As if his stature was a part of that authoritative presence, he stood significantly taller than both Crusch and Felix. While he had been gazing upon the mossy-haired noble with respect, his gaze quickly morphed into disdain upon seeing Felix approach.
“…but the real joy of combat is primal, a need to destroy and conquer.” the man said, sipping from his goblet to signify he’d finished his statement. As he drank he shot a side-eye at Felix, obviously disquieted by the demi-Human.
“Oh my,” Crusch said, taking on a strangely girlish tone he’d never heard before, “I’m sure that‘s not the only joy in life that’s primal.”
Felix’s ears twitched, he wasn’t sure he’d heard right, was his lady flirting with this person!? Felix felt like he had to know, whatever politeness he was expected to maintain be damned. He grabbed onto his Lady’s sleeve, giving it a little tug.
She turned from her conversation, but rather than meeting Felix with the friendly face he’d come to know over so many years she looked annoyed. He opened his mouth to ask her to speak in private but was quickly interrupted. She’d beaten him to the punch.
“Ensign, would you be so kind as to get me a drink?” she asked curtly.
Felix practically reeled back at the request, shocked to hear a rank that didn’t apply to him used by his lady. Rather than fight it, he nodded and turned to walk away as their back and forth conversation resumed. He hid his sadness behind a professional walk and a stone face, pretending the change in attitude didn’t bother him.
“F-Ferri-chan isn’t one of t-the navy…” Felix stuttered quietly, completely stunned to see that the woman who’d taken him into her service didn’t seem to recognize her own knight. Not only that but she was being unduly cruel. “How could she not recognize Ferri-chan?” he wondered, waddling away dejectedly.
There was a reluctance in leaving his lady as he didn’t trust this gruff stranger who’d been acting so rude. At the same time, it was obvious that Crusch didn’t need him there and was trying to bring that across by sending him away. He hated to admit how much it hurt him—He’d been struggling so much with his new issues and outfit and could have used the support of a friend, though he understood why at a time like this it couldn’t be Crusch.
Felix passed between clustered groups of officers through the ballroom until he reached the bar that’d been set up against one wall of the room. Most people had cleared out, leaving the bartender idly cleaning a glass while he waited for his next customer. As Felix approached the counter he was met with a skeptical look from the bartender.
“Can I get you something?” he asked, looking the Demi-human up and down, “Do you need a bowl of milk or something?”
Felix bristled at the statement, unable to believe the audacity of the person in front of him. “Nyo!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the bar “Ferri-chan does not need any meowlk. Ferri-Chan is a knight in service to the Duchess Karsten, not some stray kitty. Ferri-chan requires a goblet of your finest red wine not your smart ass commentary about how he looks!”
Glasses clattered on the bar from the impact of Felix’s fist and he stood glaring at the bartender. Harsh and heavy breathes emphasized his explosive anger to the surrounding crowd as he stared down the server. The bartender met his demand with wide eyes and a mouth left gaping due to shock.
There was a solid few seconds of silence between the two before Felix broke it by stamping his foot on the ground. “Well?” he demanded, “Are you going to give Ferri-chan what he wants?”
The bartender was flabbergasted and waved his hands in front of him, trying to defuse the situation. “No no, it’s not that. I’m sorry Miss—Ferri, was it?—I can’t serve somebody under the age of eighteen, the coordinators would have my head!”
Felix’s pride was already wounded by his inability to represent Lady Karsten in such a prestigious royal event, which meant he wasn’t sure how much more humiliation he could handle. The compounding incidents were just starting to become too much. Every part of him wanted to shrivel up and slink away to his private chambers, to curl up in a ball and thrust his hands into the swollen padding around his waist. It wasn’t the healthiest response and he knew that. At no point did Felix think he’d abandon his post next to Crusch but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to follow that urge on a deep level.
All those burning emotions amounted to one thing: frustration. A fiery whirlpool that left him unsure what to do. It wasn’t just a blaze of feelings in his head either—those issues—those frustrations—also radiated from his most sensitive place, the meager four inches of manhood straining to tent the cloth padding oh his diaper.
For whatever reason, as soon as the bartender had offered him a bowl of milk he’d started feeling a twinge of arousal. Being demeaned in this way was awakening something in him, a strange submissive tendency he couldn’t explain.
Like everything else he’d experienced, his only mechanism for dealing with it was to shove those emotions down and remember his duty as Lady Karsten’s sworn knight.
“Ferri-chan needs to regain his Lady’s favor, and that starts with bringing her a drink! I’m not going to let this rude bartender get in my way!”
Felix took another step up to the counter, straightening his back for the first time since he’d entered the ballroom. “Ferri-chan is obviously 19 and can drink whatever he wants! Give me two goblets of that wine, one for myself and one for my lady!”
There had been a few turned heads by Felix’s initial show but now the nearby groups had stopped their conversations to see who was causing a ruckus at the bar. Some who hadn’t seen Felix yet were surprised by the strange petty officer with cat ears and a uniform that looked ridiculous in so many ways. Others had seen him orbiting Crusch before and were surprised by how quickly he’d turned from a distant orbiter to Lady Karsten to an irate bar patron.
The bartender poured Felix two goblets of the deep red wine, grumbling behind the bar as he did so. Only one part of his angry lament reached Felix’s ears as he stood waiting for his drinks, his patience waning more and more.
“Maybe if you’re 19 don’t be such a damn baby.” he said
For some reason he couldn’t make sense of Felix twitched a little upon hearing the statement, he felt his neck spasm briefly and his left eye twitch a few times. In the blink of an eye electrical signals sparked in Felix’s brain, briefly drawing concern from the knight. He had a thought of “What’s happ—” before it was gone and he straightened himself like it was nothing. It was a flash, something nobody around him could have caught because it happened so fast and yet the change was immediately noticeable in how Felix was standing. His arms went behind his back rather than at his side in attention. He shifted form leg to leg in a fidgety manner and cocked his head bashfully at the various onlookers staring at him.
The bartender passed the wine goblets to Felix without a word and he felt a smile cross his face. The feeling of victory quelled the blazing frustration inside if only just a little bit. “Purrfect, thank you.” he said cockily.
Felix turned from the bar and started skipping across the ballroom with his head held high and a wide smile spread across his face. It likely wasn’t the smartest move given how much of the wine he was carrying sloshed onto the floor and petty officers around him. It was a miracle he didn’t stain his own, almost all white outfit in the process. The shouts of the others didn’t even bother Felix as he passed but about halfway to Crusch Felix realized he was left with two half-full glasses, the remainder of his prize was a trail of wine on the floor.
Felix shrugged, and took a sip from his cup before pouring the remainder into Crusch’s goblet. He dropped the empty goblet on the floor, discarding it like a toddler who’d lost interest in a toy. The sip of wine was made all the sweeter by the confidence used to acquire it and was excited to share that with Crusch. However, Felix’s approach was slowed when he caught sight of his lady and the naval official she’d been talking with earlier.
“Why is my lady touching his arm?” Felix asked himself, losing the proud stride he had before, “is she f-f-flirting with him!?”
Whatever confidence he’d gained from his “victory” at the bar was dashed away by that sight and he briefly considered turning around and leaving them alone just to avoid the humiliation from that man’s gaze again. Felix shook his head, dismissing the thought and remembering that Crusch had asked him specifically for the beverage.
Once again he found himself caught between duty and his own personal feeling, with the former winning out handily. Even as far gone as he was Felix’s loyalty to Crusch remained tantamount in his mind. All of that didn’t change the fact that as he got closer he was becoming privy to a conversation where he was the main topic.
“The whole kingdom is going to hell!” the naval officer bellowed, his attitude becoming more boisterous with every sip of ale, “I’ve even heard rumors of a house knight with a laundry basket full of diapers! Imagine that: a Lugnican knight who can’t stop from pissing himself! How pathetic.”
Felix stiffened upon hearing the rumor, recognizing that it was him the man was referring to. “I can’t believe he knyaos!” Felix thought, halted in place by the hurtful rumor that somebody in the Karsten household’s staff had obviously spread, apparently reaching up to high ranking military officials.
Felix’s fears were briefly assuaged when he heard Crusch laugh dismissively at the statement. “Ha, I’d not heard such rumors,” she said, shaking her head, “It truly is amazing the things that go around these days. Honestly, a diapered knight? That’s preposterous.”
Felix perked back up, thrilled to hear his lady defend him to the loud-mouthed officer. His emotions were so up and down within several moments that he wasn’t sure how to feel as he approached Crusch, holding her drink out to her.
“Your beverage, My Lady!” he said, presenting the goblet of wine to her with a deep bow. Without warning the drink was snatched from his hand, and he looked up to see that Crusch hadn’t even looked at him, just sampled the drink. Once she was sure it was correct she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Thank you ensign, you may go.”
“Why does she keep calling Ferri-chan ensign?” He wondered, shuffling away from his lady now that she’d rejected him as her vassal. “She must not think Ferri-chan is good enough for her. It’s so humiliating but it also makes Ferri-chan want to go humpy so bad!”
Upon hearing the rumor from the officer Felix felt the burning twinge of arousal return inside his soaked padding. Apparently Lady Karsten’s lack of attention did wonders to drive him wild. He was almost painfully erect as he skulked away with his below-average member straining inside his padding.
He only saw one possible avenue at this point. It was better to leave Crusch and the party altogether and return to his room where he could “relieve” the building tension in his padding. Before he could reach the double doors to make a sneaky exit a sharp ding filled the hall, it was the sound of the dinner bell calling everyone to the dining room.
Felix didn’t stand a chance against the tide of people as the crowd swept him up, driving him towards the double doors that lead to the dining hall. His gait was already so impeded between the soggy padding and jumping cock that when the tidal wave of people hit him Felix simply allowed the whirlwind of people to take him.
The world only slowed when the soggy bottom of his nappy hit a hard wooden chair, at that point he was able to look around and get his bearings. He sat near the head of a long table, with the various dignitaries and officers taking their seats around him. To his left he saw Crusch, her focus still locked on the Admiral she’d been talking to earlier and to his right a woman in a fine white dress had sat down.
In front of each of them was a bowl of soup, obviously the starter course for the meal. Felix looked around nervously, he wanted to get Crusch’s attention but she was obviously busy with her conversation. Instead, upon seeing the others at the table eating gently sipping their soup, he decided to follow suit.
The knight carefully lifted the spoon, feeling the weight in his hand before going to dip it into the bowl of pea-green liquid. As carefully as he’d lifted the utensil, Felix brought it down into the bowl that much harder, catching the edge of it with his fist.
The bowl itself flew upward in an arc with the pea soup inside proceeding it by a few milliseconds. Felix followed the path in horrified amazement at what he’d just done and watched it land to his right, directly onto the woman who’d just sat down. The shouting at the table became deafening, with the woman in the white dress—whoever she may have been—demanding that Felix be removed from the table.
Several people responded to her demands, pulling Felix from his chair. It was like a whirlwind and when everything slowed down the diapered knight had landed at a completely different table, not the main one where important officers and political dignitaries sat but one of the smaller offshoot tables. From his position, he had a good view of Crusch sitting at the head of the main table with the man she’d been conversing with earlier and the empty space next to her—the space that should have been his. Once again he’d been sent away, an embarrassing inconvenience that didn’t belong next to the powerful figure that was the Duchess Karsten.
The diapered demi-human meanwhile was surrounded on all sides by men and women wearing the same style of suit as him, though theirs weren’t so ill-fitting and tight. They looked the part of military personnel, even if they were lower level. He meanwhile resembled a nervous toddler fidgeting in his chair.
It didn’t help that his rationale was rapidly waning with each moment the straining erection remained in his diaper. At this point Felix was having trouble keeping his hands off of the front of his padding, even just that little bit of pressure forcing the lukewarm material around his cock was heavenly—so heavenly he couldn’t stop himself.
The others around him had begun to take notice of the out-of-place guest at their table. The jeers started quickly, the rowdy company of navy officers latching onto his strange appearance within seconds.
“Oi,” one called, “did somebody hire entertainment for this thing? I think we’ve got a clown here.”
Another laughed in agreement, “Yeah, but look at what they’re wearing, did somebody want to pretend to be in the navy like all the big strong sailors?”
Felix, shook under the taunts, fighting to keep himself under control. “F-F-Ferri-chan isn’t a c-clown. I just sat here by a-a-accident.” His voice was quiet, but enough of the people around him caught it to add to his humiliation, sending them into laughing fits once more.
“F-F-Ferri-chan?” one of them roared, “What kind of name is that?”
Another actually gave Felix an open-palmed slap on the back, asking "if stuttering was part of his act!”
“I ain’t ever heard of a cat that could talk,” another said, “And given what I just heard this one don’t do it so well!”
Felix was trying hard to get the words out, to pass his rejection of their jeering through his lips and defend his honor. Nothing came out but unintelligible mewls and squeaks. He couldn’t say anything against it, or really think for himself anymore. It was like the group had sent his brain into overdrive where his body couldn’t control itself. Out of some instinct he couldn’t place the demi-human shoved his thumbnail into his mouth, nibbling on the end as some sort of coping mechanism.
While he whined incessantly his hands pressed harder into his padding, a motion that was joined by bucking hips that dragged the soaked bottom of his nappy across the wood of the chair, rubbing the soaked material on the sensitive lower skin of his bottom.
“Oh whoa, are you alright?” one of the sailors asked, changing his tune when he realized just how strange Felix was acting. Another’s face turned to disgust, “Oh god are you…touching yourself!?” they asked.
Another let out an uproarious laugh. “Dear gods, here I was thinking we was goin ta have a quiet night at the table! This is the funniest thing I eva saw!”
Felix shifted in his seat, humiliated by the sailor's words as they teased him. However, as they jeered a strange thing happened. Rather than encouraging his incessantly aggressive erection, he felt it twitch and weaken. The stiffness that’d been so painfully unrelieved over the past hour drooped down turning four inches to his pathetic flaccid length of two. Inversely the intense burning horniness that’d gradually been building over the last hour remained and even worsened with the advent of his sudden impotence.
He did experience some relief but it wasn’t the kind he wanted.
*PSSSSHHHHHHHH*
Now that it wasn’t hindered by an erection, the splashing liquid of a wet accident poured into his padding. Still with the increased sensitivity brought on by his spiking libido the act of urinating was all the more excruciating for Felix. The rush of heat sent an electric feeling of satisfaction up through him, straight to the brain where Felix’s thoughts were overwritten briefly in the pursuit of pleasure.
Only when he heard a certain phrase did he return a little, just enough to register that what he was doing was wrong.
One of the officers gave a little sniff of the air before uttering five dreaded words. “Hey, what smells like piss?” he asked.
It was just enough for Felix’s brain to push back his lustful pursuit of sexual gratification. At that moment he could feel the liquid of his own accident pooling around the elastic bands of his plastic pants, dribbling out of the muslin diaper due to him overfilling it. Knowing any attempts to stem the flow were pointless, Felix’s only choice was to rely on his instincts.
In a choice of fight or flight in this situation, he apparently decided that waddling out a side door in shame was a perfect choice and as quickly as he could without leaving a puddle of pungent liquid on the floor. Before anybody realized what'd happened Felix was out the side door of the dining hall.
It’d been a small subset of the dining hall that’d caught Felix Argyle’s strange display but it was safe to say none of them were sure what to make of it. A few even doubted it to be real.
Only one certain pair of eyes lingered on the door longer than the rest.
Meanwhile, after an arduous journey full of sneaking and skittering, Felix returned to the Karsten household and quickly locked himself away in his room. Now finally free of the social cage of the party he could be himself, or rather the pathetic diaper humping pervert he’d turned into.
Within seconds the bottom of Felix’s shorts was pulled open.
*Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop*
Each snap made its distinctive sound in quick succession until the diaper underneath was completely revealed. Felix’s nappy drooped and sagged heavily, straining against the clear plastic of his diaper cover. The absorbent material had apparently been able to handle the extra urine that’d pooled before when given some time to soak it up, but the wet droplets of condensation remained on the inside of the plastic as well.
He wasn’t so concerned with the visual state of his padding though, just the slick, squishy feeling of it smothering his still aching member. It’d been nearly two hours since the pang of arousal had started at the party and his need for relief still hadn’t died down. Felix was practically begging for it.
Since he’d made it to his own bed Felix’s first option was to mount several pillows, using their fluffiness to compress the absorbent fabric around his waist. All that was left was to hump, and hump he did. Felix drove his hips back and forth rapidly, using the friction to stimulate himself vigorously.
The only issue was, it wasn’t working. Felix humped and grunted for so long he’d lost track of time, but no angle or position was just right to drive his flaccid member to orgasm. Instead, he let out several annoyed moans at his lack of progress, growing increasingly more frustrated.
“F-F-Fer-ri-chan-n j-just wants to c-c-CUM!”
It wasn’t that the humping didn’t feel good against his groin but without an erection, he couldn’t find the consistent rhythm of stimulation. He was doing little more than mashing his cock into the soaked padding, hoping that somehow would bring him the relief of an orgasm.
With little energy remaining, the demi-human collapsed onto the stack of pillows allowing his body to sink into them. He was wiped, a thin layer of sweat coated his body and the only movements he could make were weak and sporadic little hip thrusts while he sucked on a corner of his pillow, begging for comfort.
A knock on his door barely even registered to Felix though he almost lept up when he heard it open. He looked up just in time to see Crusch standing in his doorway. Feeling panic overtake his exhaustion Felix scrambled into an upright position, trying to fix the snaps on his sailor suit as quickly as possible.
“Mew Lady!” he exclaimed, “I-It’s nyat what it looks like, Ferri-chan was just… just…” The knight struggled for an explanation but couldn’t come up with one that he was sure would satisfy Crusch, but she shook her head, indicating for him to stop.
“Don’t bother with fixing your outfit.” she said coldly. Crusch crossed the room toward him, coming to stand at the edge of his bed with a looming presence. “I have to say I’m fairly disappointed to see you abandoned your post for this.”
Felix cocked his head in confusion, unsure of what to make of Crusch’s disapproving attitude though he listened carefully.
“While It may rather rude of me to pretend not to know you, I was somewhat shaken by the reveal of the rumor of a knight wearing diapers and wasn’t sure how to deal with it. That did not give you an excuse to skitter away from the room like a child who was being teased. Tonight was important as I needed to curry favor with that Admiral in preparation for the royal selection. Even the flirting was all for show, just an attempt to get him to back me. Even with all those unknowns, I expected you to be there at my side and to maintain your position as my knight. You embarrassed not only yourself but me as well with your childish actions.”
Felix’s ears bent back upon hearing Crusch’s disappointment. “Ferri-chan can’t believe he’d been so foolish as to desert you.” he mewled. He practically leaped at her, grabbing her arm and burying his face into her sleeve. He let out a sniffle as a few tears rolled down his face. “Oh myew lady, Ferri-chan is sorry if he embarrassed you!”
Crusch scoffed at this, attempting to pull her arm away from Felix’s grasp. She was unsuccessful as her shamed knight held on tightly. “Your intention does not matter,” she said, “What happened tonight can never happen again. I can’t face the royal selection with a nappy pissing kitten at my side, do you understand?”
As brutal as the sentiment behind the statement was, it sparked something in Felix besides shame. His body stiffened and spasmed and he clutched tighter to Crusch as he felt the spine-tingling explosion burst from within.
It wasn’t like before where Felix’s bladder needed emptying. Instead, he felt a twitch within his prostate. The first waves of orgasm were radiating out as he held onto his friend. It built and peaked quickly, with the diminutive dick in his diaper twitching and jumping in response to the phrase.
“Nya Nya NYA NYYYYAAAA!”
Felix’s voice raised as his orgasm peaked. He felt the shot of sticky cum eject from his body, painting the inside of his yellow-stained diaper white with the shame of sexual gratification. Several more spurts followed as he bounced mindlessly on the soggy butt of his over-soaked nappy. The world was gone to Felix at that moment. He didn’t care what his lady thought of the outburst, nor was he concerned with the rumors of him needing diapers spreading through the navy.
All Felix cared about was the warm orgasmic afterglow created by the long-awaited release. “F-Ferri-chan made stickies in his d-diaper.” he said dreamily, fighting to get the words out in between breaths.
Crusch shook her head dejectedly, feeling unheard by Felix. “What a shame,” she said, giving her arm a harder tug and freeing it from her knight’s weakened grip, “I wonder how long it’ll take to re-raise you into the knight you used to be Felix. You’re not even a shadow of that person anymore. How pathetic.”
