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Changes for a Vanu
🕑 Added 2021-10-08 21:04:49 +0000 UTC
Rubber soles of armored boots slapped heavily against the metal-lined floor of a soft-lit hallway. Soldiers of the Vanu Sovereignty walked briskly back and forth, each heading somewhere important within the base they occupied. Fearn, a squad commander for the sovereignty, walked with confident steps as she marched through the halls, making brief eye contact with fellow soldiers and giving a polite nod.
The weariness of the day weighed heavily on her, and she was tired, having had a long day on the Auraxis battlefields. She dared not show it till she was in the quiet safety of her own bunk though. She was a prominent, powerful, and respected figure idolized by many in the Vanu Sovereignty’s forces, a commander who led one of the most determined and successful battalions. Fearn was a pioneer within the technocracy, employing tactics that no other dared attempt for the benefit of her cause. With that in mind, she had to project a suitable air of authority to the other members of the V.S.(Vanu Sovereignty) so that they knew who she was and why she should be respected.
Crossing the threshold of her squad’s bunk meant that she could drop that act though and the second the door swooshed shut she let out a sigh. The tense stance she’d been keeping publicly slackened, and after a long day Fearn finally allowed her shoulders to slump. Without thinking she went to rub her eyes but the alloy plating of her gloves clattered against her helmet.
She had no idea at what point she'd completely forgotten she was wearing the full-face covering, but it seemed annoyingly present now. Her fingertips clutched around the domed headgear, releasing its mechanisms and pulling it away from her head. Her short-cropped brown hair fell into place as the last strands slipped away from the interior of her helmet.
She glanced around the room, clocking that a few of her squadmates were here though none of them paid her any mind as she entered. She dropped the helmet onto her bland metal frame bed and looked down at the rest of her armor.
Lines of blue light glowed softly, woven through interconnected Nanofullerite plates that illuminated the immediate area around her. Only two parts of her remained unguarded by the armor or the nanofiber suit underneath it. There was a brief gap in between her cuirass and the garment around her waist and a similar gap that existed between her leg armor and the garment.
To many, this was an odd design choice, the slight notches that left vital parts open on her armor but to accommodate a specific part of Fearn’s gear it was a small price to pay. Indeed, on the battlefield, the strange design of her armor gave her opponents pause when they recognized it.
The piece of gear in question that wrapped around her waist was bulbous in its shape. It had an outer shell that dipped several inches below Fearn's crotch and the back padding pushing away from her bottom at the same distance. The outer material crinkled softly as she moved, while inside a plush core cradled her sensitive bits nicely, held close by elastic and tightly done tapes. Fearn's slightly exposed thighs squeezed the curvature of its core eliciting a telltale rustle from the garment.
She placed a hand on the material, still amazed at the advances in technology that the Vanu scientists had made at her request. The outer shell felt like plastic, but she knew it had the resilience of her nanofiber undersuit. That and the micro hard light generators built throughout it gave it amazing resilience. This particular garment could easily withstand several beamer blasts, even in its use state.
“So much technology for something disposable.” she thought to herself.
Her hand trailed down to the indicator at the front of the garment, a lit Vanu sovereignty emblem with a ring around it. The logo itself had a brilliant teal to it that represented the V.S. but the crescent around it had turned almost completely purple, an indicator that let her know that soon it would need replacing.
She didn’t need the indicator to tell her that though. The core of her garment had become so thoroughly soaked that a dark spot could be easily seen and the crotch sagged with the weight of her multiple battlefield wettings.
Fearn felt she’d truly earned the R&R she was about to enjoy and that started with getting out of her armor and into a shower. After that, she’d finally be able to slip into the fresh diaper she craved so much. However the still blue of the indicator on the front of her nappy bothered her, she didn’t prefer to waste precious room in her padding.
She plopped her squishy bottom onto her bed and pulled a small clear tube from a cylinder on her chest armor. Once in her maw, all it took was a hallowing of her cheeks and a slow drip filled her mouth with a thick, sweet goo that she gulped down rapidly. She knew its flavor well, the high nutrient paste that only took moments to fill her stomach.
Fearn stripped away her armor, sucking down mouthful after mouthful of the convenient food till she only wore the black nanofiber undersuit and her clammy diaper. Once dressed down she removed the tube, already feeling her stomach roiling and processing the paste at lightning speeds.
For any other soldier, they dared only eat the nutrient-dense food on base and close to a bathroom for how quickly it went through them. Fearn fortunately didn’t worry about that since she was the populizer of the V.S. battle diaper.
It worked simultaneously as armor and as a convenience, keeping troops on the field longer and working better. Fearn herself was the first to test the idea as it’d been her suggestion. Many of the upper commanders had even laughed at her when she'd originally presented it, but now they could only bite their tongues after seeing the results. She was a highly efficient soldier when equipped with a diaper, and the few other pioneers who adopted the same system showed improvement beyond what their commanders thought possible.
Fearn harbored a special secret beyond fulfilling her duty as a highly efficient soldier: this had been a somewhat selfish idea, one to leave her with an infinite supply of diapers that she could indulge in. She ultimately felt more comfortable padded; it was both a comfort to her and a stimulant to her arousal when she was alone. These were things that she never told anybody though, having hidden her love and selling it as practicality to the V.S. military leadership.
Now, still diapered, she sat at the edge of her bed feeling the cramps in her stomach edging into something greater, a sensation of fullness that worked its way down her abdomen, leaving her feeling stuffed full. Fearn got up, taking a position at the edge of the bed. Her hands took a white knuckle grip of the metal barred frame and she bent her knees into a slight squat.
Her bulging diapered rear stuck out to the rest of the room, visible to every member of her squad. The pressure in her gut built and Fearn felt the sensation reach its peak. She had little control of her bladder or bowels anymore, having gotten used to just letting go. She couldn’t ever stop the process as it happened but if she wanted to, Fearn could start it with a slight push.
Her eyes closed and her face contorted. She used her core strength to contract the inner muscles in her body and let out a loud fart to the whole barrack.
*BBBBRRRRAAAPPPP*
Like thunder rumbling, bouts of flatulence rustled Fearn’s padding. While they were muffled by the interior padding slightly it was still loud enough to draw the attention of her squad milling about the room.
“Oh jeez captain really? while we’re all here?”
“Oh look, the biggest baby in the squad is going to fill her pants.”
“Really going for the gold on that fill aren’t you, it doesn’t look like that diaper can take a Fearn-sized load!”
All around her the others joked and teased her but Fearn didn’t mind. In fact, it wasn’t as mean-spirited as the words made it seem. Their tones were joking and the smiles on their faces showed a sense of group comradery between them. Some made to pinch their noses and wave away the smell. By this point, they were all used to it and could hardly identify her stink among the normal smell of their barracks.
*FRRRRRTTTT*
Fearn continued to push, forcing her body to its limit until she felt a spreading below, forcing her rosebud wide. The paste itself created a lot of by-products in the body as well as giving a soldier all the essential nutrients they needed and Fearn had just consumed almost triple what a normal person would.
*FFFLLLLLOOORRRRRRRRPPPPPP*
A log of solid waste pushed against the soggy padding at the back of Fearn’s diaper, forcing the rear material to bulge out before the mess dropped and coiled beneath her, coming to rest in the already sagging padding.
Her face was going red from exertion as she drove her body harder, willing it to fill the padding around her waist. As more and more stinking gunk piled into the diaper beneath her, dragging the crotch down further, the glowing indicator changed more. Like a meter filling, the remaining blue was quickly filled in with the purple signifying that the diaper was reaching max capacity.
“Whoo, look at her go.” Someone called, another good-natured jab at her actions.
The diaper’s fullness indicator finally glowed a bright purple and flashed, meaning to alert its user that it’d reached capacity, but Fearn couldn’t stop herself and continued voiding wildly.
By the time she was done she took in a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. The padding sagged low, reaching well below mid-thigh. Her leg gathers strained to remain elastically tight and contain her mess, the waistband having dipped several inches to expose her midriff completely. The tapes sat heavily on her hips.
“Now I think I’m ready for a change,” she said happily.
Fearn pulled her supplies from her footlocker readying herself to strip away the heavily used nappy.
From behind, the door to the barracks wooshed open and the commander turned to see which one of her squadmates had returned. To her surprise, it wasn’t a member of her squad but a lowly recruit.
He looked around until his eyes fell on her and went wide. Most everyone on base had heard of Fearn’s unusual methods and uniform but few could actually believe it till they saw it with their own eyes.
“I uh, the-there’s a message for you ma’am”
He stammered as he approached her, seemingly unable to process what he was seeing and how he should respond to it. She straightened herself, adopting a more proper stance to view this new recruit.
Fearn watched his face rapidly shift through different emotions. The abject confusion of seeing her diaper and the way she carried herself despite it caused her to chuckle slightly. She saw his face twist suddenly and realized the smell of her nappy must have hit his senses.
She refused to acknowledge this and simply smiled at him. “What is the message?” she asked.
“C-C-Car—” his stutter kept him from getting the words out.
Fearn internally chuckled at this while snapping at him. “Spit it out!” she said, causing the recruit to jump.
“Commander Carthen would like to see you ma’am, I'msosorry!” With his message delivered, the recruit ran for the door, clearing the room in a matter of seconds. The squad around Fearn laughed, happy to see that she hadn’t lost her touch in making people squirm.
“You didn’t have to be that mean to him,” one of them said.
Fearn laughed, “You’re right. I didn’t but it’s so much fun when they squirm like that and he was a cutie.”
She looked down at her armor, deciding whether or not to don it again or just go in her undersuit. Eventually, she made for the door, deciding to forgo the bulky attire. The blue-lit black nanofiber suit was still her uniform as was her padding. She walked out and towards Carthen’s quarters readying herself to deal with his attitude.
Fearn herself wasn’t a fan of Liam Carthen: he was recently promoted to be her commanding officer. Despite the fact that he had shown great strategic acumen, he remained cocky. She attributed this to his meteoric rise and young age–to be in his position in his mid-twenties was mostly unheard of.
Still, he’d been a constant nuisance to her in particular, questioning the way she ran her squad and her ‘unusual choice in armor’ publicly. It made her angry to be talked down to like that, especially since she was seen more as a trailblazer for her ideas by everyone else.
As Fearn walked she did her best to press down her emotions. Feeding into the negativity would do her no good. Instead, she focused on the feeling of the squishy gunk that she’d packed into her diaper pressing and bouncing against her with each step.
She crossed several others in the hallway, each giving a quick hello and passing her. None had a chance to catch a whiff of her at the speed at which they passed, and most knew to keep it that way, especially with her diaper’s indicator glowing purple like it was.
It only took a few minutes before she arrived outside the sliding door to Carthen’s quarters. With a deep breath, Fearn readied herself for whatever trouble he was about to give her. She thumbed the door-open button and crossed the threshold.
The room she entered was much like the bunk she and her squad occupied in size and design. It had a metal floor with similar metal walls and Vanu flags bearing the teal and purple colors hung spaced around the surfaces.
Fearn however found herself amazed upon entering the room. There was a bed slightly bigger than her own pressed against a wall opposite the door she entered. Up against it was a dresser that matched the metal brutalism of the rest of the space. At the far end of the room, a desk had been pushed under a window and a chair sat nestled against it.
These four pieces of furniture were the only stationary things in the room itself. This meant the bunk was astoundingly sparse and much of the space remained unused. She and her squad of eleven others were shoved into this same space with no room to spare.
“What a waste,” she grumbled.
Fearn looked around, catching sight of a figure with loose blond hair near the desk. It was a man in a uniform, standing and staring out a window with his hands behind his back.
“Hello?” Fearn said, curious to see if he’d heard her come in.
“Please come in.”
She entered, stepping through the space as quietly as she could so as not to disturb the serious air of the room. The figure didn’t turn to meet her, instead just continuing to stare at the greenery outside his window.
“Fearn, correct?” he asked, still not turning toward her.
There was a presumptuous nature to his voice that bothered the soldier. The familiarity to use her first name, to not address her by rank–it all felt wrong. This was their first meeting outside of an office or with this newly promoted commander not behind a podium. In that instant, he’d seemingly dropped all pretense of formality f now that it was just the two of them.
“That’s correct,” she said, somewhat curtly.
Her careful steps brought her almost directly behind him and she noticed for the first time the height difference between the two of them.
The commander had always been above her before, sitting in chairs that boosted him for authority or on a stage, but now she saw he was several inches shorter than her. It wasn’t as if he was short since he likely stood a respectable 5’6” or 5’7”, but it couldn’t compare to her powerful stature of 6’4”.
“I heard you called for me.” she said.
At this the commander turned to face her, whipping around with a flourish only to see that his gaze met with her breasts unexpectedly. He too hadn’t quite realized the difference between their statures, nor that she’d come up so close behind him.
Immediately his head shot upward, craning to meet her gaze. His demeanor remained calm as he stepped back, putting a little distance between the two of them.
She watched carefully as he looked her up and down, taking in the casual attire she’d entered the room with. It was when his eyes landed on her obviously well-used diaper that he stopped and stared for 30 complete seconds.
There were no words spoken between them in those moments, just the silence of an individual trying to discern what the other was thinking. Carthen’s face betrayed little to her. All she could gleam was that his green eyes shimmered with something, an emotion that Fearn didn’t recognize.
It looked carnal.
He flicked his head upwards once again to look at Fearn’s face. His nose twitched as he lifted his head higher, catching the scent of his subordinate officer’s diaper.
“That,” he said pointedly, “is exactly why I asked you here.”
This was all beginning to sound annoyingly familiar to her. Fearn had heard this countless times before in fact. Other superiors often brought this up with her and she could already predict where this conversation was going.
“These ‘battle diapers’ of yours are a joke!” he continued, taking one hand from behind his back to wave a finger at her, “Never have I heard of such a ridiculous idea. It makes us look bad in the field to have troops wearing diapers and shitting themselves. It creates the image that we, the Sovereignty, are infantile.”
These were all things she’d heard before and wasn’t surprised to hear them again. She went through this process with every superior who took over her squad. All it would take was a conversation about the increased effectiveness and its durability and she’d be on her way.
That was what normally happened anyway, but something about this conversation felt different. The way Carthen spoke felt shallow, like the passion he had for ‘military competence’ was fake. She stood at attention, keeping her arms at her side and watching the young man in front of her as he began taking pacing steps, swaggering about.
She decided to have a little fun for once and looked at him with confusion. “Infantile?” she asked. She knew the obvious connotations and connections her decision to wear diapers invited but she hardly cared. While there was a slightly selfish nature to the choice, to satisfy her lust for padding, she wore them for practicality, and not one person could argue it.
Carthen scoffed at this and began walking in a circle around her, eyeing Fearn as she held her stance.
“You cannot deny the obvious connection,” he said from her left, “only an infant would require diapers, somebody who couldn’t even control their own basic instinct of voiding.”
He was digging deep in a way that bothered Fearn–there was more to this. The angry militaristic passion had gone from his voice. His words became softer and had a strangely smooth tone to them. Carthen had passed in front of her again, giving her a glimpse at his twinkling green eyes again. The hungry look had returned.
“From the reports that I’ve read,” he said, “You cannot control yourself either. Your medical examinations show almost complete incontinence.”
Fearn stiffened–this was different and her assumptions about the situation had changed. Not once had anybody bothered to check her med reports nor did they ever quote them to her.
“Based on all that I can only deduce one thing,” Carthen said, “you’re just a big baby who needs diapers. In fact, I think based on the state of this diaper someone needs a change.”
He punctuated his question by grabbing the back of her still lukewarm diaper and squished it against her bottom.
Fearn understood now what the glint in Carthen’s eyes was now. It wasn’t hunger, it was lust. It seemed he had the same desires as Fearn, possibly only realizing them when he saw her diapered.
“He thinks I’ll crumble at his touch like a weak-willed submissive who needs caring for?” she thought, whipping around and grabbing his hand from her rump, "He couldn't be more wrong."
She was fast and he hadn’t expected her to make the move she did, so he was instantly caught off guard. Fearn pulled him aside suddenly, using her weight to swing him with one hand while her other hand pulled the chair out from the desk.
The whipsnap of her tightened muscles flung the man with ease, and Fearn’s practiced control over her movements left him perfectly positioned to land into a sitting position of the rolling desk chair.
Carthen was dumbfounded, having not expected the abrupt change in Fearn and quickly realized he’d misread the circumstances. This was nothing like the net stories he’d read in his free time–he was not as in control of the situation as he thought he’d be.
He moved to get up but his face was quickly met with the stained sagging back of Fearn’s diaper. She’d bent over, giving him a full view of it in the brief second before he accidentally drove his face into the padding, making an indent as he breathed in the stink of her accident through the nanoplastic shell.
Carthen flew back, pulling his face away from the diaper descending toward him. This made way for Fearn’s diapered bottom to land firmly on his lap and she dropped her full weight into him. The outer shell of her diaper crinkled and compressed, swallowing his legs in its shell. From within the diaper, a loud squish could be heard, a consequence of Fearn’s previous accident being squeezed from either side.
“I think you’re right!” Fearn proclaimed, grabbing the arms of the desk chair and holding on as best she could “I do think somebody needs a change. Too bad it’s not me!”
Underneath her the officer struggled, trying to push off against as best he could, but she was not only larger than him but also stronger. His body was thin, and more like that of a runner than the all-over strength that a field soldier like her possessed.
Fearn worked fast, using quick movements to send a communication to one of her squadmates. She required a few supplies from her footlocker and asked them to bring them to the commander's room and leave them outside.
Beneath her, Carthen continued to huff and struggle, working to wriggle his way out from under her to no avail. Fearn found herself amused by this but held her ground making sure he’d stay in place.
“This is insubordination!” he howled, “You won’t get away with treating me this way!”
She was surprised to hear that his voice had become squeaky and cracked as he yelled. It didn’t come off so much as rage but rather more like whining which made her plans all the funnier.
In the moments that she waited and the small officer struggled she could swear that against the back of her diaper she felt something. It was almost like a growing protrusion against her padding gently prodding her backside.
Fearn smiled to herself, knowing exactly what was going on. “It may not be the best idea to keep squirming like that. This diaper is pretty full. I’d hate to make a mess on your lap.” She punctuated the statement by bringing a finger to her lips and trying to look innocent. To make a point she dropped that facade and pressed into Carthen harder, re-asserting her dominance.
There came a gentle tapping at the door, interrupting her fun and indicating that her delivery had finally arrived. She pushed herself up from the chair, moving away from her captive quickly. She looked back to see he still wasn’t moving.
Carthen had gone completely red in the face and was sputtering slightly, unable to say anything but a faint, “Insubordination…” He slouched, obviously driven to that position from Fearn sitting on him, but without the compression of her diaper she could see what had been prodding her before, not that it wasn’t obvious then.
An erection stood tall against his pants, an obvious sign of his arousal. Fearn laughed again, glad to see her domination of him was quickly giving her control of the situation. While still chuckling she crossed the room, opening the door and picking up the box of waiting supplies there.
After setting them at the foot of the bed she returned to Carthen who’d surprisingly not moved from the spot. “You can’t—I’m y-your—” was all he could get out. It seemed she’d broken him, leaving the individual who was so cocky moments ago a stuttering mess.
She stood over him, looming with an unrelenting intensity that screamed ‘authority’. Fearn had the power now and they both knew it. She took his hand in hers, pulling him up from the chair and leading him across the sparse room towards the bed.
His mumbling persisted but amazingly enough, he didn’t fight it. Instead, he seemed to be following her lead. There were a few brief pulls every few steps, slight tugs here and there that kept the pretense of resistance, but they were without heart. Once at the bed, she let go of his hand and positioned him between herself and the mattress.
With a single finger held up, she gave her first dominating instruction. “Okay now stay put.” It was a stern command and she somewhat hoped he wouldn’t obey that easily.
Fearn quickly got her wish when as she pulled items from the box she’d set up earlier Carthen bolted, making a break for the door with a wild intensity in his eyes.
“Ohhh,” she thought excitedly, moving to react, “He’s patient and plotting, how exciting!”
She leapt in his way, blocking his escape path quickly. Carthen juked left, spinning to avoid her. Unfortunately, he misjudged Fearn’s reach and she hooked her arm around his stomach.
“Oof!”
With another swift movement, Carthen was tossed onto the bed, bouncing into the air slightly when he hit the mattress. Fearn herself also jumped, catching his midsection mid-air with the bulbous bottom of her diaper.
They landed together with Fearn pinning her commander beneath her by the waist. Her diaper engulfed his groin, the still soiled padding molding around the protrusion in his pants.
He gasped, still shaken from the sudden movement, which Fearn saw as her chance to take his wrists and wrap them in a red silk cord. With the length of rope she made two loops, pulling them together and creating a knot in the center.
Using the stunned officer’s inaction she slipped his hands through, pulling on the lead to bring them together and catch him in a tight handcuff knot. With the remaining rope she tied it to the metal bed frame above him, making sure to leave no room for him to pull free of the binding.
With her assurance that he was securely constrained Fearn moved away, wiggling her diapered rear all the way down his legs. As she moved her hands grabbed at the pants of his uniform, undoing them on her way down
“And what do you think you’re doing!?” he asked as she stepped over the footboard, coming to stand proudly with her hands on her hips.
She found herself surprised that he’d seemingly found his voice again, a tiny bit of his own authority, if not only bravado. She moved forward, giving him a wry smile as her fingers clenched the bottoms of his trousers tightly.
His eyes betrayed him just like before, but now instead of his foolish and unabated lust Fearn could see worry. There was panic about the unknowns of this situation running through his mind as Fearn slipped off his pants in one smooth motion.
The fabric rustled as she dropped it to the floor revealing Carthen’s naked waist. Fearn laughed, grabbing something from the box and stepping around the foot of the bed to take her place beside the squirming commander.
She extended a single finger and placed it on the head of his dick, moving it back and forth with a gentle movement that elicited several gasps despite his indignant expression. A gleaming bead of precum leaked from his tip, betraying its joy at her toying.
Dropping several items above his head to keep him from seeing Fearn finally answered the indignant question Carthen had posed before.
“Well Liam,” she said, using his first name to demoralize him further, “I’m doing exactly what I said I would, I’m going to change you into a diaper since you so obviously enjoy them. You practically couldn’t keep your hands off of mine.”
“No that’s not wha—”
He tried to explain his position better and even had plans to apologize for his actions, but before he could the woman towering above him brought a tube to his open mouth. It sat at the edge of his maw and paused his statement. Before he could continue Fearn brought a finger to her lips, motioning for him to be quiet.
“Shhh, just let me do my work. I’m going to take care of you.” she said, reaching above him and fiddling with something, “Just suck on that tube for me.”
Liam’s eyes burned with humiliation and he pursed his lips.
“If you spit that out, your punishment will be much worse than what I’m about to do.” Fearn warned.
He sighed and sucked on the tube, drawing through a slightly sweet goop that filled his mouth and slid down his throat easily. It was vaguely familiar to him but he couldn’t place why. It was just the faintest memory from his days training as a young recruit but it darted out of his mind in a second.
Satisfied to see her new plaything had obeyed, Fearn continued toying with him as he squirmed, removing her prodding finger from his straining member. It was replaced with a clear oil promptly that Fearn dribbled down on his groin with a *Splurrrttt.*
Liam twitched at the sudden cold enveloping his sensitive areas, groaning slightly behind the tube in his mouth. His groans became a soft moaning as Fearn’s hand wrapped around the aching organ. Her hand slipped, up and down in a slow and rhythmic motion, working the oil into his shaft. With every slight tightening or twist of the wrist she felt him wriggle and squirm, going redder in the face with each movement.
Beneath her the subdued commander bucked and twisted, his sensations quickly overloaded by the expert hand motions working his groin. He moaned loudly, fighting for control of his body as best he could but Liam’s form moved on its own, ignoring his pleas to calm down.
Fearn meanwhile massaged with one hand while her other acted outside of Liam’s perception. He bucked his hips upward and she slid an already unfolded diaper under him. His rear sank into the padding without him even realizing that it’d appeared there. She applied more baby oil with her other hand, running it over his thighs and taint while her other hand kept him occupied. This was just another added sensation to the tugging at his member and served to distract him more.
“I don’t think he could be more well-oiled,” Fearn thought, “That means it’s time for the powder!” She kept up the movement but sprinkled the sweet powder with her free hand that would prevent diaper rash.
This was enough to catch Liam’s attention through the pleasure-induced haze Fearn was causing. “Wha—” was the only phrase he was able to spit out before his body spasmed hard. The stimulation of the situation had become too much and he was close to losing control.
Fearn herself saw this and pulled her hand away. In a flash she pulled up the front of the padding, trapping him and his bouncing member inside with the loud *SSKKRRP* *SSKKRRP* of tapes clinging to the landing strip.
He whined and groaned at this, still bucking wildly as he desperately rubbed against the soft padding inside. After seconds of this Liam's head rolled back and his member spurted helplessly into the absorbent core, leaving his sticky accident to stain his groin and new nappy.
Fearn could see this for herself as it was shown by the indicator at the front. A slight purple tick on the blue ring signified the diaper had experienced the slightest use.
“Oh my,” said Fearn in a teasing tone, “I thought you said diapers were an embarrassment and yet here you are soiling one so readily.”
The words cut into Liam’s post-orgasmic haze like a knife, causing him to dart his head up and meet Fearn’s gaze.
“You m-made me,” he sputtered.
“Oh really?” she asked coyly, “I figured someone so grown-up could control his urges like a big boy. This little purple mark on your nappy proves to me that that isn’t true.”
“I-I-I...” Liam’s words were caught in his throat again, all he could get out was a weak stutter from behind the tube in his mouth. He didn’t have a comeback ready anyway. The young commander was lost among the bubbling emotions within his mind. Even if he wanted to lie Liam felt unable to deny to Fearn that this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t even deny it to himself at this point.
There was another still moment between the two of them, his eyes searching hers for a clue as to what’d happen next and hers searching his for submissiveness. Only the sounds of Liam’s heavy breathing and their diapers rustling stood at the fringe of the moment daring to interrupt it.
*GRRRMMMMBBLLLLL* *pphhhffttt*
Liam’s eyes were the first to tear away from the intense psychological back and forth of their staring contest. With astonishment he looked down at his stomach, unable to believe that such a sound had emanated from his abdomen or his rear.
He was regaining his senses slowly, and with them came a recognition of the intense pressure building in his stomach. It was moving down his abdomen and causing cramps in his gut and a rumbling call that signified a need to release.
“No…” he said in disbelief.
Yes,” Fearn said smiling and eyeing the tube still hanging out of his mouth, “That nutrient paste is truly a wonder of Vanu engineering. All you need is a thirty-second sip and it would provide you with a full meal’s worth of nutrients–even I don’t dare go over ninety seconds. Personally it fills me up so fast but you, you’ve been sipping for almost seven uninterrupted minutes I can’t imagine how full you are. Plus it shoots right through you.” She trailed off as she met his eyes again, giving him a sinister grin.
Liam remembered the taste now, the way the nutrient paste both fed and cleansed a soldier was well known as was the laxative after-effect. This was made worse as he did the math in his head, realizing he’d now consumed over fourteen times the amount he was supposed to and was still going.
The urgency in Liam's stomach continued to build, growing to an unbearable level. He was able to hold it back up till this point thanks to the long-maintained potty training that his companion lacked, but the mounting pressure would soon be too much for even a man of his constitution.
“Please,” he begged, looking up to Fearn with pleading eyes, “please let me go to the bathroom.”
Fearn looked at him with a smile still twisting her face. There wasn’t even a consideration in her mind that she’d let that happen. This poor subby brat was going to learn his lesson with her no matter what.
She didn’t answer for a second, waiting for the right words to come to her. Seemingly her body knew what to do, and she felt a gentle spattering of urine hitting what little space was available in her diaper. The lighted indicator flashed red now indicating that the material of the garment was becoming overstressed due to repeated use.
She snatched Liam’s wrist, pulling his hand toward the padding so he could feel it swell as she wet.
The already straining nanoplastic shell bulged even more and through it, he could feel the spreading warmth and see a dark stain spreading to fill whatever dry area it could. Neither of them could tell you why, but Liam squeezed, eliciting a loud *Squelch* from the diaper and a moan from Fearn, who enjoyed feeling her own accident squished against her.
Through the shell of Liam’s diaper Frean could already see his erection returning, a monument to his enjoyment of the situation.
“You can go to the bathroom whenever you’re ready,” she teased, pressing her hand against the bulging front of his padding, “but I’m not letting you up from this spot.”
Slowly she brought her hand upwards from the crotch of his diaper up to his stomach, pushing his shirt up as she moved and resting her hand there gently. Even that slight weight proved to be an uncomfortable amount of pressure as Liam’s stomach gurgled loudly.
“You feel the weight of that slight wetting in my diaper, think about how euphoric I looked when your naughty little hand squished it. Just think how good it’ll feel to let all the pressure in your tummy go. It’s an amazing experience Liam, let Diapered Domme Fearn make you pack your pampers like her good little sub.”
She started making gentle circular motions across his exposed stomach applying more pressure after every 10th rotation. Liam could feel his body working overtime fighting to hold back the urge to void into his padding.
*pppffftttt* *fllllooorrp*
Fearn’s massage brought forth bouts of flatulence, leaving Liam to blush a burning red as he looked up at her. His eyes shimmered with a hopeful look and he made one last plea hoping he’d repented enough to satisfy her.
“Please,” he said gently, “I’m not a baby, I don’t want to poop my pants.”
“Your erection tells me differently,” she said, pressing down and massaging slower, working his cramping bowel muscles to encourage him to release, “and if you’re not a baby all you have to do is prove it. Just hold it like the big commander you are.”
Liam Carthen didn’t even have a chance to do that, the pressure had become too much for him He felt his body give in as his sphincter muscle briefly relaxed.
*BLLLLLLOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP*
An explosive deluge shot into his diaper, aided in its intensity by Fearn pressing down on his stomach as hard as she could. He brought his feet under him, pushing his body up at an angle to make room underneath him for the expanding diaper. It dipped quickly, the rapidly accumulating mess filling any space it could.
Liam groaned at the sensation. His rosebud twitched and a profoundly pleasurable heat grew in size around his bottom. It pulled down his diaper’s back, smothering his erection in the soft padding that remained stained by his first shameful orgasm.
Fearn stood back and watched the show. He’d consumed a lot of the nutrient paste and it was creating a seemingly unending push in his body that piled more and more shame into his padding. The indicator on his nappy’s front changed steadily, purple replacing teal at an amazing pace.
Without realizing it he bucked a little and was surprised to find that it created friction against his straining dick. A pendulum effect produced by the growing weight that forced his diaper to sag ever downward.
Without thinking, Liam bucked again and again and again. Riding the wave of horniness led him to forgo humiliation in pursuit of fleeting pleasure. The sway of his diaper was a poor substitute for the slippery ‘change’ that Fearn had provided earlier but to his mind, he could ask for nothing better at that moment. The anal stimulation plus the humping of his own already sticky padding and the subconscious humiliations of his actions sent Liam over the edge. He released again, spurting into his padding while he continued to fill it in the back.
He twitched and groaned, his body overtaken as the electricity of orgasm ran through him, prolonged by his body's contracting muscles and mind shattering convulsions. In the background Fearn watched the whole show with one hand on her own diaper, crinkling the shell as she pressed it against herself.
By the end Liam collapsed, his body still twitching from post-orgasm bliss again.
*SQUUUIRRRTCHHH*
There were lewd sounds from his diaper as he collapsed down, dropping the messy sack back down onto the mattress. It spread out under him, filling the space between his splayed legs. Amazingly enough, his accident was fully contained by the superior Vanu diaper technology and the indicator still displayed the slightest hint of teal blue.
Fearn collapsed into the chair she'd pulled out earlier, giving Liam a chance to take a few deep breaths and come down from the intense high he'd just experienced. They didn't say anything in those moments and only allowed several minutes of deep breathing to permeate the room.
“Looks like somebody is a great big diaper filler just like me,” Fearn teased, “Aren’t you glad you had that on? You’d have made a big mess otherwise wouldn’t you baby?”
*Huff huff* “Now what?” he asked, ignoring Fearn’s question and looking up at her and her pleased grin.
“Now,” Fearn said, untying the ropes that held his hands in place above his head, “You are going to make way so that I can lay down and you can change me. My diaper is well beyond capacity and I’m sure I’ll need to go again soon.”
Liam pulled himself up slowly, rubbing his wrists a little. He’d not paid attention to the stiffness of his arms being held like that in all the excitement, but now he was glad to be able to move them again. His diaper let out more gross squelching as he moved, spreading the heat of his accident all over his bottom as he shifted.
“But what about me?” he asked expectantly.
“Look at your indicator, you still have room and I’m sure with how much paste you consumed you’ll be going again in a few minutes.”
A grumble in his stomach told Liam that Fearn was right so he stood ready to follow her command.
“If you’re good,” she said, laying down and squishing her own full nappy under her, “I’ll consider a change for you but that’s only if you do a good job on mine understood?”
“Yes,” he said, “understood.”
“That’s ‘understood, Mistress Fearn’ or ‘Mommy Fearn’.”
He blushed and looked down giving a quiet: “Understood Mommy Fearn.”
The soldier smiled to herself and laid back, quite pleased with her new toy.
