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Code Gease: Pilot or Prisoner
🕑 Added 2021-12-31 22:01:01 +0000 UTC
The interior of most Knightmare frames is a rectangular prism with dimensions measuring three meters long by two meters wide by two meters high, with a third of it taken up by a pilot seat and cockpit controls. Needless to say, it’s a very tight space and most pilots don’t like to remain locked in a mech too long as claustrophobia tends to set in.
The best design choice made in Knightmare development to combat the initial design flaw of the claustrophobic cockpit was devised by Rakshata Chawla, a brilliant engineer from India. Rather than a traditional chair-based layout she’d devised a setup more akin to a double saddle seat for a motorcycle and installed it into a Type-II Guren, Kallen’s Type-II Guren.
Kallen, a well-established pilot for the black knights, was glad to see that Rakshata’s newest prototype mech had ended up with similar construction as she leaned into the controls. The extra space gave her plenty of room to rage and thrash angrily.
The redhead slammed her fist into the eject button in the center console of her controls furiously. She’d hit the button what felt like a thousand times in the hope of her cockpit pod finally disengaging from the frame of the mech. Even the manual emergency mechanisms to force open the rear door remained locked.
Kallen slumped into the saddle seat of her mech, dropping her arms. It’d already been nearly an hour since she stepped into the new mech to run the diagnostics Rakshata had asked her to assist with. After the tests were fully completed Kallen nonchalantly pressed the open hatch button only to hear a beeping noise. "Hatch jammed" said a message on her screen. With the understanding that it was likely an error in the programming of the prototype she instead leaned back on the seat and flicked at the manual release: they too failed. Now panic was starting to set in and Kallen grew more worried at her inability to escape.
“Wha a muhss.” she said though the constraining material wrapped around the lower part of her face. The annoyance of being caught in the cockpit was made only worse by the outfit Rakshata had insisted Kallen wear for the test itself.
The pilot shook her head in dismay, fiddling with the controls in front of her to try and force an ejection any way she could. She'd already tried everything once, but with nowhere to go she figured it better to at least try, though each failure only made her shake her head more vigorously in frustration. The rotations of her neck shook the clear tubes connected from her face mask to the poofy backside of the suit, causing Kallen to cringe as she felt them jostle against her body.
“Why would this be helpful?” she thought, grabbing one of the tubes, “It’s so bulky and it really restricts my movement, plus putting the air filtration in the rear? What was Rakshata thinking?”
Kallen had in fact asked that exact question when the doctor had first handed her the shiny rubber bodysuit. The doctor beamed at her, giving Kallen that same eyes-closed earnest smile she always did.
“Forgot to review the manual again, did you?” she asked, chastising the pilot.
Kallen denied such an oversight vehemently, despite the fact that she didn't remember receiving any manual. She looked over the latex suit again and bemoaned its necessity internally. It seemed like it’d be a tight fit.
She was proven right when she tried to slip it on over thin underclothes only to find that the squeaking latex wouldn’t fit over them at all, not even her underwear, inevitably getting too bunched up. Several annoyed attempts to pull it over any clothes were foiled and Kallen found herself doing the unthinkable: only when she fully stripped down could she pull the rubber suit over her body.
To her surprise it snapped to her form like a second rubber skin, locking in place and hugging every nook and cranny of her body. She covered her chest in an attempt at modesty while looking in the mirror, shocked by just how naked she felt despite almost every inch of her skin being covered in reflective black material.
This apparent nudity only made sense until you reached the waist of the outfit which ballooned out several inches around her butt and groin. A half-crescent of pillowy material extended out around her groin like a sphere, forcing her thighs apart with its bulk. She noted that despite the size filling out the rubber exterior the puffy interior clung close to her body like the rest of the suit, almost suffocating her waist with its softness. Two hoses led up from the back end of the suit, connecting to what Kallen figured to be a loose neckpiece.
When she walked out in the outfit, Rakshata clapped her hands together and approached the pilot, happy with her application of the garment. “Near perfection,” she said, “only two things to fix.”
The woman rifled through her pockets and pulled out a small black capsule, holding it out toward the redhead. “This is the first,” she said, “you’ll need to take this before the test.”
“What does it do?” Kallen asked, taking the pill from Rakshata’s hand and examining it. The shell was pure black and was intimidating in its size. "It's got to be double the size of any pill I've ever seen!"
“You’ll find out soon enough,” the doctor reassured, pushing Kallen’s hand upwards on her behalf, “don't fret, it’s perfectly harmless.”
Kallen hadn’t been concerned about the pill before, but Rakshata’s insistence she take it and the strange refusal to tell her what it did made the redhead nervous. She’d been subject to a few of the scientist’s undisclosed experiments before and while she’d survived each one Kallen never enjoyed being an unwitting lab rat. Not willing to fight it openly though and placing her trust in the belief that her friend wouldn't hurt her, the redhead popped the pill, Swallowing hard to get down the large object.
“Excellent,” Rakshata said, “the second problem is this.” She grabbed the loose neckpiece with its dangling hoses with one hand and pulled.
It was a simple upward tug, bringing the spare latex up Kallen’s face all the way to the nose before letting it go with a *Snap*! The rubber suctioned to the redhead’s face through unknown means, locking in place as a half mask that encompassed her mouth and nose. She’d immediately jumped into a frenzy as the material latched onto her face, expecting to be left without the ability to breathe.
She pulled at the rubber, dropping to her knees and hyperventilating, astonished to find that the material wouldn’t budge in the slightest as if it'd turned rigid before latching to her face. Only when Kallen realized how hard she was breathing did she calm down, recognizing that she'd had the wrong idea.
Kallen could in fact breathe very easily like a slim bubble of air surrounding her nose and mouth and fed by the two hoses on the side of the mask. This created a barrier between them and the latex.
She looked up at Rakshata who took a long draw from her pipe and stared at Kallen’s dramatics, apparently amused. “So you didn’t read it.” she said plainly.
The engineer explained that the suit would recycle air efficiently while Kallen wore it and remain sealed so that even underwater or in a vacuum the wearer would be able to breathe. Kallen felt it was unnecessary and tried to voice her opinion to Rakshata, but her words were blocked by the thick rubber of the mask and the pressurized air bubble that allowed Kallen to breathe.
“Thu suh uhhuaffife.”
With her ears uncovered she could hear the muffled words that lacked any sort of distinguishing annunciation that would carry the message of language. She’d meant to say “this seems excessive” but the mask completely neutered her ability to speak, making it easier for Rakshata to disregard Kallen’s protests before pointing her towards the prototype mech.
In that very mech she still sat trapped, slumped against the seat. It wasn’t the tightness of the space that bothered her as much as the boredom that was setting in. The compact space of the cockpit, made tighter by the bulbous filtration system billowing out around her waist, didn't bother her as much as the lack of effect her direct input had. She was not in control of the situation, and Kallen despised that.
Her adrenaline and rage were starting to wear off, leaving her huffing from the exertion of her thrashing. It didn’t help that the cockpit of the Knightmare frame was essentially a big metal box. The heat generated by the mech itself when activated warmed the space.
Originally, the baseline temperature wasn’t bad but when combined with the tight rubber hugging close to Kallen’s body and her repeated rapid movements she could feel her pores opening and sweat starting to escape into the rubber outfit. It caused her to shudder.
“Oh that’s the last thing I want,” she thought, tugging at the material to create any breathable pockets she could, “It’s bad enough that I’m stuck in here, but I don’t want to be stewing inside this latex…”
She snapped the rubber back against herself and moved a hand down to her abdomen, feeling the pressure locked within her bladder. She meant that in more ways than one apparently as the persistent pressure of liquid sloshing in her body brought a new worry for the redhead.
There was a reassurance that she wouldn’t do it, that she couldn’t break down and pee herself. Not only would her eventual release be all the more humiliating but she had no idea what effect it might have on the air filtration system that connected directly to her face.
Already the tangy smell of sweat wafted into her nose slightly, filling her awareness of how bad the heat in the cockpit had become. She had no way to tell if the scent was creeping through the rubbery material of the suit or clawing its way through the pipes connected to Kallen’s face.
“I wonder what they’re doing to get me out of here.” Kallen thought, staring at the console of the frame in the hopes that a new button might appear. It wasn’t as if she’d missed any of her options in her panic to try and escape the confines of the vehicle, but the hope that magically a new eject button that said “no really, this one!” was a better option than completely giving up.
Kallen pushed herself up from the seat, trying to put some space between her body and the hard saddle of her mech. She’d been in one position for too long and was feeling the slight soreness that came from any part of one’s body being compressed for so long. To the best of her ability, she stretched, moving from side to side to extend her back muscles and released the locked-up tension.
Sitting up pushed the puffy bottom of her suit against Kallen’s sensitive parts, causing her to blush a little from the action. The softness of the filtration system surprised her as it cradled her groin. Tight elastic wrapped around her legs, sealing her crotch in what honestly felt more like a soft pillowy hug.
The movements also removed some of the pressure from Kallen’s aching bladder. Now that it wasn’t being pressed against by the seat the worry that she may wet herself was actually passing. Of course, it was quickly replaced by a new and more pressing concern. She may not have felt the need to pee as badly but she couldn’t help but feel strangely stuffed. Breakfast had been hours ago and she hadn’t eaten since.
“Why does it feel like I just ate a huge meal?” she asked herself, clutching her stomach worriedly.
She noticed a slight bulge now that she was sitting up, her stomach strangely swollen despite not consuming any food the entire time she was in the mech. Even while she just sat there she could swear the mass was increasing within her, causing internal discomfort beyond what she was used to. Kallen cradled her stomach as the tension in her gut increased.
In the pod, the only sounds were the gentle hum of the mech’s background processes and the squeak of her suit’s rubber against the saddle seat’s leather. This left a lot of emptiness for the sound of Kallen’s groaning stomach to travel through. It was as if food was being deposited directly into her and to try and keep up Kallen’s body was kicking into overtime before she ended up bursting.
“It’s like I can feel it moving through me…”
She leaned back against her seat, trying to find the most comfortable position possible while the cramping in her abdomen caused her to cringe. She couldn’t find one despite shifting every which way. Her stomach gurgled and grumbled between each spasm, an internal symphony of food eddies swirling through her stomach and down her intestines.
It all crescendoed through her body as a rumbling that traveled down through her stomach and abdomen. Kallen’s eyes went wide as she realized what was happening, the inevitable embarrassing process announcing its way through her body before leaving as a rumbling trumpeting through her back end shook the bulk of her rubber suit's bulbous bottom.
*Prrrrrbbbbttttttt*
“At least I’m alone,” Kallen thought, still blushing inside the face mask enveloping her face, “I’d hate to think what Lelouch or anybody else would have sa—”’ *snnniiiifff*
Kallen’s train of thought was interrupted by a twitch of her nose, an automatic reaction to something offensive hitting her senses. Out of curiosity, she breathed in deeper, wondering what could be causing the smell through her suit’s state-of-the-art filtration system before she recognized the scent and gagged within her suit.
“NUH MAH WHA FU?!” She screamed through the gag, inadvertently letting in more of the smell of her own flatulence. Realizing the mistake Kallen shut her mouth tight, clenching more than just her lips to stop any further slip-ups from escaping into the tubing connected to the bottom of her suit.
“This is a serious design flaw!" she exclaimed internally, restarting her enraged button smashing, this time geared toward the mechs comm system. Her desire to escape was once again reignited by the urgency of her new situation.
As she banged furiously on the communications system she felt another burst of flatulence escape her bottom and it seemed to travel directly up the tubes leading to her face. *bbbrrrpppp* Trying to hold her breath proved ineffective as the smell had nowhere else to go than to creep into Kallen’s nostrils slowly rather than a big huff.
“How is this a filtration system!?” she wondered, “I feel like I can smell everything so clearly… like it’s being piped up directly to my nose, ugh!” She gagged at her own stink again. Finally, after several minutes of waiting the communications system flickered to life. The screen in front of her replaced her limited view of the testing hanger with blonde wavy hair flowing down around the slender face of Rakshata Chawla.
Her turquoise eyes glimmered as they focused in on Kallen’s face which was glaring at her with as much malice as she could muster. The redhead was attempting to express every ounce of her rage with a simple glance.
Rakshata didn’t react to Kallen’s enraged state, instead taking a long drag from her Kiseru pipe while she leaned back against the green couch in her R&D lab. It was almost like a stand-off in the way she and Kallen stared at each other. Neither one of them said anything for a full minute, Rakshata looking at Kallen expectantly and Kallen fully unable to speak anyway.
The tension was only broken by Kallen’s weakening hold on her own body’s control letting loose another fart into the “filtration system” around her waist, eliciting another gaging through her facemask. *PHHHHTT* At this the scientist smiled, and she flicked her hair to the side before leaning forward slightly.
“What’s wrong?” the woman asked, “Still haven’t pushed a load into your diaper yet?”
“HMM?!” Kallen exclaimed through her gag, raising one eyebrow. “Diaper? That’s why it’s not stopping any of the smells, the tubes hook up directly to it! I should have known by the shape too, it’s so obvious now! What kind of sadistic torture is that? She expects me to huff my own stink while I’m trapped in here? But why, I thought she was on our side…”
The mounting questions that Kallen wished desperately she could voice to the doctor remained stuck in her mind, kept there by the rubber blocking off their escape.
“Well, is there some holdup?” Rakshata asked, gesturing with her pipe toward Kallen like a baton, “That pill I gave you should have expanded any food in your stomach to septuple its original size to force it through your body.”
“That’s why I feel so stuffed and why my stomach bloated up!” Kallen thought, cradling her still-churning stomach again.
“You’re holding it aren’t you?” Rakshata asked, waving her pipe disapprovingly at Kallen, “That’s very bad for you, you know. You’re wearing plenty of protection, after all, so there’s no point in holding back. Just let it all out and fill your diaper like the big baby girl you are.”
Kallen blushed at the assertion that she was a “big baby” trying to rectify the scientist’s assumption through her mask. “I wouldn’t have put it on if I’d known it was a diaper!” is what she tried to say but after being distilled through the rubber blocking her face it came out as nothing more than a jumble of consonants and soft vowels.
The tall woman mocking Kallen leaned back against the couch, annoyed with her rebellious response. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she cooed, reaching for a button in front of her. “I’ll explain once you’re all done in there, if you have enough brainpower left to understand me when the process is done. See you then!”
And suddenly Rakshata disappeared from the screen in front of Kallen leaving her back in the familiar glow of a screen displaying a testing hanger. While still holding herself up on the saddle seat, she tried the back latches on the mech’s cockpit again. Unsurprisingly they still didn't work but Kallen had to be sure. Only now did the space seem extremely small to her like the metal walls of the cockpit were closing in slightly.
The strange thing Rakshata had said about how she’d explain if Kallen had enough brainpower sent the redhead into a slight state of panic. If she took what Rakshata said at face value her body was a ticking clock at this point and if she couldn’t escape Kallen was at risk of losing her mental faculties somehow.
When the release latches failed once again Kallen felt no choice but to pound on the metal of the door, swinging her arms wildly against the solid material in hopes that it would give out before her arms would. *PPPFFFTTT BBRRPPPP* The erratic movements only added to the level of stress against the tenuous hold on her sphincter, allowing several bursts of offensive smells through. She turned back to the console at the front of the cockpit.
A quick jab of the eject button told her that it was useless to try any of those measures again so she sighed, and leaned into the seat of her mech, dropping her form against the leather of her seat till she was practically laying flush with the seat.
The nagging feeling of the seat pressing against her bladder caused her to cringe as she pressed her weight into it. The pressure against her stomach was none too pleasant either, eliciting another groan from her stretched abdomen. Without a better choice, Kallen chose to ignore the feeling and grabbed the two movement grips intended to drive her machine forward.
“If I can’t get out of the mech then I’ll force the mech out of the hanger and Rakshata will have to let me go.”
All it would take was Kallen activating the machine for her to break free, but she was stopped just before she hit the ignition switch. The redhead shuddered and breathed heavily in her mask, frozen due to the unstoppable occurrence of hot liquid pouring into her padding.
*pppphhhwwwwsssshhhhhhh*
She was peeing and Kallen hadn’t even realized it was about to happen. Her focus on the building pressure against her backdoor caused her to completely forget the pressure in her bladder. The result of her inattention was she couldn't hold back the tide of pee spilling into her diaper. It sloshed around her lower body, filling the small space between her skin and the padding faster than the diaper around her waist could fully absorb it.
While the liquid rushed from Kallen it felt as though time was at a standstill. The accident pooling around her waist felt unending as an agonizingly long time seemed to pass while she peed herself. Kallen's only thought turned from escape to a wish that she could cut off the flood entering her padding, if only she wasn’t holding back her sphincter so tightly.
Through the face mask, Kallen was forced to breathe in the sharp aroma of urea permeating the padding. She was surprised at how intensely the oxygen she inhaled became saturated with the scent, virtually replacing the smell of the metal interior of the mech with the acrid perfume of her own piss.
In an attempt to stop the squishy padding from pressing up against her delicate lowers Kallen lifted her lower body upwards, removing the thick, rubber-encased diaper from the seat to give it room to hang. Unfortunately, no matter how high she raised herself the diaper expanded and sagged down more, meeting the leather of the seat each time.
Seeing no easy solution Kallen plopped into the soggy nappy, defeatedly, and was surprised when she let out a slight moan. The wet core felt slick and slimy against her privates in a way that she could only explain as… pleasurable.
“No!” she screamed internally, retaking the movement grips in hands, “Get your mind out of the gutter Kallen, this is not the time or the place.”
With her determination to escape unwavering, the redhead thumbed the ignition switch of the mech, breaking Rakshata’s command to keep it inactive unless in testing. Kallen had no reason to listen to that advice anyway as she didn’t trust the scientist anymore.
Beneath her, the Yggdrasil drive of the frame roared to life, firing out the energy to power the mech’s limbs and weaponry, basically anything the energy filler didn’t power itself. While the Knightmare frame powered up Kallen tested the two control sticks in her hands: they felt stiff and each push took considerable effort, effectively straining her tenuous hold on her bottom. She had to let out another small fart *ppfffttt* just to push the frame’s arm forward, forcing the smell of her gas to mix with the soggy padding around her waist.
With no other possible ideas, she pressed on, moving slightly slower when forcing the stiff controls to maintain her own control over her body. The mech groaned to life, creaking as it moved forward. Kallen herself wasn’t totally sure where she was heading. If she was honest with herself she really had one goal in mind: escape the hanger. "To hell with Rakshata’s other experiments or the building, I just need to get out!"
The Knightmare took another agonizingly slow step forward as Kallen pressed on before stopping dead in its tracks leaving her confused. She forced the controls forward as far as they would go and all around her the frame shook, struggling with the simple act of locomotion.
To Kallen’s left, she noticed a small flashing warning on the lower section of the screen. “Radiant Wave Surger: Charging” it said.
“Wait,” she thought, “I didn’t trigger the surger, what’s going on?”
She remembered now that this was one of Rakshata’s prototypes and that there was likely to be some unrefined technology inside. "Maybe it's more than that though." Kallen thought "Was this frame intentionally sabotaged to keep me in place?" As the weapon hummed to life somewhere in the mech below her Kallen rationalized that to be the only logical explanation.
However, if that was the case then the Radiant Wave Generator wouldn’t make sense. She was baffled by the charging weapon until she saw the message on her screen disappear, only to be replaced by another more worrying message. “Radiant Wave Surger Charged, Deploying into the cockpit in 5…”
Kallen reared up in her seat, wishing she’d missed some way to escape the mech but knowing she hadn’t.
“4...”
In a panic she reached down for the controls, trying to find some sort of cancellation switch for the process.
“3…”
There wasn’t one of course so but she had to fumble and try every switch anyway, she wouldn’t give up.
“2…”
“What would Radiant Waves even do to me if they flooded the cockpit?” she wondered, flipping another obviously useless switch, “Why would Rakshata do this?”
“1…”
Kallen, having tried as many switches as she could in five seconds, slumped against the seat, feeling the defeat of her situation washing over her.
“0…”
For a brief moment, there was no sound, the humming of both the Yggdrasil Drive and the Radiant Wave Surger dying and Kallen letting out a sigh of relief–maybe all of her worry had been for nothi—
A sudden blast of pink light filled the space around Kallen, causing her to cover her eyes. Even though her eyelids, the translucent pink radiant waves felt like they were still blinding her. An explosive sound reached her ears shortly after, causing her to wince as the deafening roar filled the small space.
On top of the blinding light and deafening sound, Kallen also felt her body warm as the Radiant energy saturated her form. She was surprised as she leaned forward that it wasn’t altogether unpleasant. It spread through her as calming waves, radiating inwards toward her core as a creeping warmth.
The warmth passing through her extremities forced them to loosen: first her harsh grip on the controls of the mech relaxed, followed by her tensed shoulders. She felt the same thing happen to her legs, her toes uncurling and her knees weakening against the stirrups that she had to holding herself up on, forcing her to lean harder into the leather seat below her. Without meaning to Kallen was lulled by the warmth of the Radiant waves permeating her body.
As that relaxation traveled down from her torso and up her legs Kallen had a moment of revelation. Both waves were heading straight for her abdomen, threatening to unclench the muscles holding back what she was now considered to be an unfathomable amount of waste.
Then suddenly the energy flowing through her stopped as did the roar and the bright light. Kallen opened one eye, concerned about the abrupt halt. The cockpit around her was quiet, filled only with the sounds of her heavy breathing.
Then again there was a sudden change, a charged spike that caused everything to return in a sudden crescendo. A targeted surge ran through Kallen like a bolt of electricity jumping and charging up her spine. Every muscle in her body tensed and spasmed, reacting to the Radiant Waves all at once.
Her ability to hold back the growing mass in her bowels was negated and Kallen gasped as her body began to push outside her control.
*FLLLLLOOOOOORRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*
“No no, please not that!” she begged internally, slumping against the seat as her asscheeks were forced wide by the initial mass of her mess. A solid log of waste pushed out from Kallen’s body, poking against the soggy padding and pushing out the already bulky back end of her suit.
Though she couldn’t see it, the sheer girth of the log forcing its way out of her back end caused Kallen to groan. It felt larger than her forearm and it moved so slowly! Her body's strength drained gradually, used solely to force the filth out of her. The monstrous accident coiled behind her as a solid piece in her padding, resting as a hot mountain on the back of the mech’s saddle seat.
Given the intense strain on her body, holding her breath was the last thing on Kallen’s mind, in fact, she found herself taking in deep breaths because of the exertion. The heated pungent whiff of her own odor was a thousand times more powerful than the brief flatulence she’d experienced before. The overpowering scents of sulfur and rotten eggs assaulted Kallen’s nostrils but as her body continued flatulating she had no choice but to huff the aggressive fumes traveling up her suit’s tubing.
Finally she felt the torment end as the massive piece of solid excrement left Kallen’s body completely, giving the exhausted redhead a break from the painful push. Curious to see the damage she looked back to see the diaper around her waist had doubled in size. Its puffy interior stretched the rubber of her suit, causing the black latex to become slightly translucent, through it she could see the stain of her mess creeping up through the diaper’s plastic shell.
“It’s so much.” Kallen thought, amazed that despite what she’d seen she had still produced that much waste. A grumble in her stomach told her that she wasn’t done, likely about to be adding to the smelly mass now squishing against her backside.
“But would that be a bad thing?” she wondered, baring down for the next wave before realizing the absurdity of such a thought. “Wait of course it would, I’ve got to stop this!”
Kallen tried to clench down but between her previous messing and the Radiant Wave’s effects, she couldn’t stop the next mushy assault even if she wanted to. Instead, something in her mind told her to give in–that pushing would feel so good and so would packing her pampers.
Rational thought didn’t even have a chance to intrude on this revelation as Kallen clenched her abdominal muscles using what little energy she had left in her. Her rosebud twitched before a wave of mushy gunk filled her diaper, squishing around every available space not occupied by the coiled mountain from earlier.
BBBLLLLAARRRTTTTTT PPPPPRRRRAAAPPPPP*
With the push from Kallen, her messy accident rocketed out of her body, forcing her diaper to expand more than she could have imagined. She leaned into her seat harder, pushing her butt up into the air as she deposited load after load of stinking shit into her padding. Within moments it turned it from a bulbous round to a lumpy sack filled with mushy matter. As more and more mess piled up in the diaper that sagged against the seat, Kallen's diaper inevitably started to balloon upward, meeting the metal walls and ceiling at the back end of the cockpit.
With every push the smell invading Kallen’s nose grew stronger, eventually replacing what her concept of fresh air even was. Surprisingly though she didn’t seem to mind. She was actively huffing the smell of her own mess within moments, feeling the aroma fog her brain.
The whole experience was becoming pleasurable to her. Even the basic idea of pushing a load into her padding started to send Kallen into a frenzy. As her bowels twitched and pushed she began to buck, working her hips back and forth against the seat pushing up against her squishy padding and its molten hot contents.
Slimy gunk pushed against her sensitive privates, which were made more sensitive by the smell of her own accident. The more she bucked the more deeply she breathed, soaking her brain in the brain-draining chemicals that were turning her into a horny hypermesser.
“I’ve—um, I’ve got to—oooh—get it together. It’s not too late to—oh yeah!—stop myself.”
Despite what thoughts of escape Kallen may have had, her body had other ideas and wouldn’t stop its insistent humping. Whatever rational part of Kallen’s brain remained was just glad that she’d finally stopped shitting herself uncontrollably, though her stomach still didn’t feel empty.
Even if she wanted to get out the padding around her waist wouldn’t allow it. Her overly stuffed nappy wedged into every nook and cranny at the back end of the Knightmare's cockpit, pushing Kallen up on the saddle seat to occupy more room. She was stuck in her position lying backwards. The diaper, which must have weighed as much as her if not more, made it impossible for her to move and was blocking the exit hatch she’d need to escape through anyway.
In front of her the display screen flickered, displaying the smiling doctor once again. Kallen looked Rakshata in the eyes once again, feeling a burning malice poke through the fog in her mind.
“Luh muh ouh oh huh!” Kallen shouted through her mask, still humping the seat of her mech.
On the other end Rakshata smiled and shook her head. “I can’t do that yet, not when you’re so close. Look at you, you filled that diaper so much. It’s practically bursting out of your mech! Plus it looks like you’re rather enjoying yourself.”
Kallen didn’t want to admit it but she definitely was enjoying herself. The pleasure filling her body made it nearly impossible to stay mad at Rakshata, though Kallen was trying her best. “Holding onto this rage is the one thing keeping my mind intact, I can still make it out of this as long as I hold—”
The redhead’s thought process was interrupted by her body tensing and another jolt running up her spine. Rather than the Radiant Waves from before, this time it was pure pleasure as her humping came to fruition, driving her to the one thing her fogged brain seemed to desire most: an orgasm.
Kallen threw her head back and howled like a wild animal through the latex mask. The orgasm itself served as the final catalyst to destroy her adult mind, cementing the brain-altering stench of her own mess that essentially turned her mind to a mush similar to the piled accident in the back of her padding.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and one last time Kallen collapsed into the seat of her mech, panting heavily from the exhaustion. Her body let out a few weak farts and she felt her abdomen clench but she found herself not caring. It simply wasn’t her problem anymore. Her diaper would catch the new gunk squelching into her diaper and the tubes connected to it would bring the lovely smell straight to her nose.
On the screen in front of her Rakshata looked pleased, leaning forward and taking a long drag from her pipe.
“Looks like that’s two successes,” she said, turning to the person next to her, “Amazingly enough Kozuki pushed her stink suit to its absolute limit as well as the space in the mech. She produced 3 times more feces than the other one as well. I’m impressed though, she lasted twice as long as Lampanrouge contrary to my calculations. I figured Lelouch would hold on much longer than her.”
Rakshata took another long drag from the pipe before she started directing the people around her with it, like a conductor with a baton. “Alright, you and you open up the mechs and get them out. Be careful with Kozuki’s, that diaper is going to burst out of there the minute you crack the cockpit and no one is going to want to be trapped under it. You, send a message over to Lloyd. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to hear the two biggest thorns in the Brittanian army’s side have been taken care of.”
Kallen stared at the screen, her eyes showing no recognition at the pretty lady in front of her or all the big words she was using. All she knew was the load she was currently pushing into her diaper felt good, and she wanted to start grinding again. The good smells coming up through her smell tubes told her that would be best.
